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cuubism · 2 months

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I'd love something about Dream who's very aware that he's way too intense romantically while also being not intense enough sexually because he's ace. His partners usually prefer it the other way around. If that's something you'd be willing to write (if not that's okay too)

hmm yes, we can always do ace dream. though we didn't quite reach 'aware' 😂 human uni au is what popped to my mind

When Hob gets back from class, Dream is lying facedown on the couch, one long arm trailing morosely down to the floor, face smashed so deeply into a pillow that Hob can only see the tufts of his hair. He seems to have been there for some time, and doesn't move when Hob comes in.

"Horrors insurmountable today?" Hob asks as he puts down his bag and heads to the adjoining kitchen to grab a snack. He'll probably need to grab one for Dream, too, now that he thinks about it. Doubtful he's eaten.

Dream just makes an mmph sound against his pillow. Then, once Hob's returned to the living room with a plate of apple slices, Dream pops his head up, lines all over his cheek from the pillow, fluffy hair going every which way, and says, "How much do you care about sex?"

Hob nearly trips and flings his apple slices everywhere. "What?"

"In general," Dream persists, heedless of Hob's shock. "Do you subscribe to the belief that individuals past puberty, particularly men, think about sex constantly, or is that an exaggeration? Which do you think is more important in a partnership: compatible personalities, or compatible sex drives? And why?"

"What is this, a sociology assignment?"

"Answer, please," Dream insists.

Hob sighs and gives in to the mad questioning. Joke's on him for having an insane roommate. "I thought about sex all the time when I was thirteen, maybe. Right now I'm just thinking about how I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm fucking starving but we're playing Twenty Questions instead of eating. And as to the second one, I don't know, Dream, I think both are probably important."

"So you think about sex an amount you would consider 'frequent'," Dream presses.

Hob's cheeks heat. Sex is not really a topic he wants to discuss with Dream of all people. Those two thoughts don't meld together into anything good for polite company. "I don't know, I guess!? Doesn't everyone?"

Dream lets out a despairing wail and thumps his head back into his pillow. "I am outnumbered."

Hob still has no idea what the hell he's on about. He finally gives up and just starts eating the apple slices. He offers one to Dream, holding it by the corner of his eye until he finally sees it and takes it, turns his head to the side just enough to start nibbling on it.

"You'll choke if you eat that lying down," Hob warns.

Dream begrudgingly pushes himself up, collapsing against the back of the couch, and goes back to nibbling on his apple slice.

"So," Hob continues, awkwardly, when Dream doesn't say anything else, "sex life not going so well, then?"

Dream glares at him, though it's not very intimidating considering the apple halfway into his mouth. "Too well, by most standards," he finally sniffs, and eats the rest of the slice.

"Oh, yeah?" Dream having sex is another thing Hob doesn't really like to think about. Why'd he bring that up again?

"Indeed. I have suitors falling over each other to bed me," Dream says.

Do all classic literature students talk the way Dream does? Hob doesn't know. It's been two years that they've lived together and he's still yet to definitively figure out if it's an affectation or just the way Dream is. He's leaning towards the latter.

Unfortunately, he can believe Dream's statement. Dream is a snitty little prick most of the time, but he's also unbearably beautiful.

"So what's the problem, then?" he asks.

"I don't want them to bed me," Dream says.

Hob's not following. "Say no, then?"

Dream rolls his eyes. "I don't want them to bed me, I want them to want me." His voice loses some of its determination halfway through the sentence, and he looks away.

Ouch. "Sounds like they do want you?"

Dream snorts. "Only so long as it suits them. Only so long as I fit their parameters. Today I spoke to Cori--"

Ah, yes, Cori, Dream's most recent ex-boyfriend. Dream's had a lot of ex-boyfriends, but Cori really tops the list, and not in a good way.

Now that Hob thinks about it, all of Dream's relationships kind of go the same way. Dream comes home after the first date bouncing off the walls with stars in his eyes insisting this person's the one, and within two months the thing's somehow torpedoed into the Underworld and Hob's scraping Dream up off the bathroom floor.

He's starting to see where the initial line of questioning might have come from.

"--and he, at last, was straightforward with me when no one else has bothered to be all this time. I demanded to know, truthfully, why he ended things, and he told me that I 'care too much, but won't put out'--"

Hob winces.

"--which does not make sense, as we had sex frequently? I do not know what else I am meant to be 'putting' and where. I said as much, and he laughed, and said--" he imitates Cori's voice with a surprisingly passable American accent-- "'It only counts if you at least pretend you want to be there, doll. Next time try initiating occasionally.' He left before I could question him further."

Hob doesn't like the picture this is painting. And Dream is looking at him beseechingly, like Hob might be able to explain the bizarre encounter. "So... now you're trying to figure out if your understanding of sex is wrong or something?"

"I felt that, as a neutral observer to the situation, you would be appropriate to survey," Dream says.

(Neutral is a stretch, Hob thinks.)

"So I ask you, Hob Gadling, as a man demonstrably unbothered by 'hookup culture'--"

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"--what do you think is the correct amount that one should care about sex? Because I--" he breaks off, twisting his fingers in his hair, suddenly anxious-- "I do not know what I am doing wrong."

Hob moves to sit beside him, lays a hand lightly on his arm. He's about to say, you're not doing anything wrong, except... that may not precisely be true. At least in terms of how Dream is actually handling it with his partners.

"How much do you care about sex?" he asks.

"Not as much as I am supposed to, evidently," Dream says. Hob just waits for him to elaborate. "Not very much. I prefer not to think about it." He looks at Hob, weary. "Now you will tell me that this is abnormal."

"I don't know what's 'normal'," Hob says. "But it does sound different from how Cori felt about it."

"I suppose," Dream says, sadly.

Hob doesn't particularly like where the intersection of 'I don't care about sex' and 'we had sex all the time' lands him. "If you don't care that much, why keep doing it?"

"It is what is done, is it not?" says Dream. "Besides. I do not mind so much. But even when I do participate, it is still not good enough. Or so it seems."

It's because they're picking up on the fact that you're not really enjoying it, Hob thinks. No one wants a partner who's not engaging. Least not anyone decent. But not saying anything and then just dipping out suddenly is kind of a dickish move, in his opinion.

"Do you want to participate?" he asks.

This seems to give Dream pause. "Mostly I would prefer to do other things. Like. Dates. Only that does not seem much appreciated either." He twists his hands together. "Perhaps Cori is right. I. Care too much."

"No." Hob takes Dream's hands and untwists them. "Cori's a dickhead. You just need to find someone who's on the same page as you, that's all."

"But it seems that book is rather empty," Dream says. He hasn't taken his hands back from Hob.

"Well, was there anyone that you did like having sex with? Or has it always just been--" he can't help but cringe-- "you just putting up with it because you thought you were supposed to?"

"Calliope," Dream says instantly, and Hob lets out a relieved breath. At least it's not all bad. "Because, no matter that it ended poorly... I felt that she truly liked me. And not. Just sex."

"Okay, see?" he says. "You just have to find someone like that."

It... hurts, to try to push Dream into someone else's path. But Hob's long accepted that Dream doesn't feel that way about him. Dream rarely seems hesitant about trying to date anyone he is interested in. Surely if he felt that way about Hob, he would have made it clear by now.

"Someone," Dream echoes, looking down at their joined hands.

"Just because what you want isn't common doesn't mean it's not out there," Hob says, trying to be encouraging. "And hey, if you know now, you can avoid the whole 'not on the same page' rigamarole, hm?"

"Yes," Dream says. "I suppose so." Finally he takes back his hands, instead taking another apple slice from the plate Hob's left on the coffee table and chewing on it slowly.

I would love you right, Hob thinks, unwanted, unbidden. It's not a productive thought, and it's a painful one, too.

"Perhaps I will take a break," Dream decides, though doesn't sound entirely happy about it.

"Could be good," Hob says. "Get your head on right."

"Yes," Dream agrees. "This has been. Illuminating. I thank you for your counsel. I suppose I will have to also thank Cori, 'dickhead' though he may be."

And with that he retreats to his room, still seeming a little off-kilter. And Hob can't help but feel like he's gone wrong somewhere, said something wrong, though he doesn't know where, or what.

#i don't actually know if you specifically wanted dreamling or what whoops #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #ask #anonymous #ace dream #left it on a cliffhanger goddammit but they just didn't seem emotionally aware enough to confess their feelings then XD

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sweaterkittensahoy · 1 month

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Any story that shows Buck actually angry like in episode 3 when the co-pilot wanted to bail. The reaction from everyone since he is usually so even keel.

I've been staring at this prompt with absolute glee since it landed because I am all for Angry!Buck. But it's all just little thoughts on it, not a story idea, so let's go to the bullets:

It is a very rare occurrence, obviously. So rare, in fact, that the first time Bubbles sees Buck get actually!angry, he thinks it's a joke. Buck has a dry sense of humor. Buck getting mad about how a fellow pilot is trying to insult Bubbles for being a navigator must be a joke. Bubbles is used to good-natured ribbing about being a navigator, and no, this guy isn't being good-natured, but who cares.

But Buck cares. Buck cares a lot. It's about respecting your fellow soldier and respecting the fact that you can't do shit without a navigator, and no, it's not fun or a goof to make them think they're not important.

Yes, this is all based on things Buck felt as a child. No, he does not know that. He is a man in the 1940s. He doesn't have feelings. He has a place in his chest that hurts sometimes, and one day he will die.

Other people who make Buck ACTUAL MAD: Fuckos who don't do their goddamn jobs.

You know when Crosby slams that guy's head on the table for leaving before giving out all the chutes?

Buck wouldn't have been that physical, but he'd have been seething with the same rage. And just walked in very measured and standing tall and staring until that fucko peed a little.

But when Buck finds out Crosby got physical, he's like, "Yes. Good. You've learned well."

The thing to understand is that no one believes Buck gets MAD like that. Even if they're getting it from the person who saw it. He's too even-keeled. No way.

But once you see it, you fear causing it because the effort it takes to CAUSE it is massive.

Like, the safeties Buck has built to never, ever lose his temper (like his father) are so intricate and massive that it truly is remarkable to get around all of them.

Hell, the only reason he even got MAD at the co-pilot was because he was trying to concentrate on a plan to get them to safety, and the dude would NOT stop cutting into his thoughts.

Not that Buck wasn't upset at the guy for trying to bail. He was. But it's not what made him ANGRY. He is very understanding of being scared. But be scared quietly, would you. He is trying to make a plan over here.

One night, a set of RAF pilots decide their goal is to absolutely start shit with the Americans. And they make the very wrong choice of choosing Buck and Bucky to aim at.

If Curt were there, it'd be a lot harder. But he's not. He's gone. They lost him.

And that's the thing: Buck's anger only shows itself in the extremes, and the loss of Curt is an EXTREME. It's not that Buck didn't know it could happen. It's that it DID happen. And it HURTS. And neither he nor Bucky really know how to process that. Not that night.

So these RAF pilots start needling, and Bucky says, "Hey, fellas, not tonight, huh? Maybe we do this some other time? We're having a rough go right now."

And the RAF pilots KEEP GOING. Just talking shit. Nothing personal. They don't know Buck and Bucky. Just general "Americans took their fucking time, huh? Sure waited awhile."

In the calmest, most even voice you've ever heard, Buck just obliterates them from head to toe. How it was their prime minister who saw a politician and not a rabid dog in Hitler. How it was their prime minister who kept arguing to give Hitler just a little more land. Just one more country. How it's their fucking channel islands under occupation.

"We may have been late, boys, but at least we showed up when the threat hit our shores the first fucking time. You sat here for, what, six or seven years? Letting the wolf eat a little more and a little more of the garden? And now you can't go out there, can you? Can't go to the garden and check on your fucking potatoes for your fucking crisps? Because now the wolf thinks that garden is his. He showed his teeth over and over, and you kept thinking he was smiling. No, we didn't join you in '39, but when the Japanese bombed us in '41, we didn't fucking let them convince us they were only gonna try that once."

#buck cleven #masters of the air #he won't be angry if he can help it #but once you flip that switch #he will ruin your entire fucking life #prompt #headcanon

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butterflydm · 7 months

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Bits and Pieces of wot 2x7

Yes, I am continuing to have more thoughts about this episode! Only show spoilers in this post!

The first time Rand gets shielded and forced away by Siuan, it puts him down on both knees. The second time, at the Waygate, he goes down to one knee and braces himself. Minor but I liked it, because it lets Moiraine and Siuan still have their confrontation but it also shows that Rand is adjusting to the sensation and processing it. It's like this time, he's keeping himself ready for the shield to be removed, part of him remembering what Moiraine had said about this feeling being temporary.

In general, the body language that is being used when Rand is shielded is fascinating. You can really see how much it's affecting Rand to be cut off from the One Power -- and Rand never would have guessed that it could possibly affect him this much, I suspect. We even see him reacting to the feeling of the shield being transferred from Leane to Verin. The second it goes away, the impact is instant once he can feel the One Power again.

I also really love the way he concentrates so hard on trying to be delicate when he's cutting the tied-up weave on Moiraine, because we can see how massive and indelicate his power is at the moment and he's focusing so much on being careful. This really was such an amazing bonding moment for Moiraine, Rand, and Lan.

I am also fascinated by how Moiraine's unwillingness to share information with the people she loves most has accidentally given them a harsher view of Rand than if she'd been honest with them. BOTH Lan and Siuan judge Rand for not 'doing his duty' because Moiraine did not tell either of them that Rand believed that he already had. Rand thought living low and staying away from the people he loved would protect them because he thought he'd already defeated the Dark One. He's been avoiding using the One Power because he thought he didn't need it anymore to face the Dark One and he didn't want to accelerate the process of going mad and hurting other people.

(and Rand doesn't correct them because he feels guilty and probably feels like he should have known that TDO wasn't really gone)

Lanfear making such a public show of striding through the Foregate and causing mayhem and destruction, knowing that the Amyrlin will realize that this destruction was meant as a distraction to help free Rand -- and then she got the unexpected boon of actually get to talk to Rand in front of said Amyrlin. But it all feels like a big ol' "The Shadow already owns the Dragon" message being deliberately sent to the White Tower.

I've mentioned that Lanfear does a good job not doing anything 'too bad' when she's actually around Rand, but the show makes a point of having Rand notice the chaos and destruction that is happening out in the city when his jail break occurs.

I'm just going to make a note as to each Sister's position on The Dragon Situation, so that I'll have it down for the next time we return to this storyline (which I suspect will be in s3):

Team Cage:

Siuan -- she feels like Moiraine failed with Rand and, after this episode, she may feel that Moiraine failed with Rand deliberately, because she may believe that Moiraine and Lan are Darkfriends. She's seen both that the Dragon doesn't have any control over his powers and that he is willing to make deals with the Forsaken.

Leane -- she seemed completely disgusted with Moiraine in the prison cell scenes, and doesn't seem thrilled with her at the start of the episode either.

Since Leane doesn't seem shocked at someone else showing up to take Rand's shield at the end of the episode, that implies that the rest of the Aes Sedai with Siuan may have been briefed on the situation after Siuan decided to pull the trigger on Plan B.

And the rest of the Aes Sedai who were on the wall to link with Siuan and put out the fire in the Foregate -- fires caused when one of the Forsaken came to help break Rand out of prison. That probably doesn't bode well for them to think kindly of Rand.

We don't have names for most of these Aes Sedai, but I saw Joiya from 2x1 there. I did not see Yacissa on the wall with Siuan. There are 8 sisters with Siuan on the wall. There were 16 total in Cairhien (who weren't Moiraine) -- 2 per Ajah plus Siuan and Leane. So that's eight who are not currently here -- this includes Liandrin, Verin, and Alanna and we know what they went off to do. Yacissa and four other Sisters are not currently accounted.

Team Dragon:

Moiraine -- I mean, we know her position. She's been extremely clear this season. "Protecting Rand, guiding him, is the only thing that matters." She has been willing to burn down everything else in her life to try to protect and guide Rand.

Verin -- almost certainly openly known to be in collaboration with Moiraine at this point; she misleads Leane into handing over Rand's shield and then Rand escapes with Moiraine. I would not recommend she stay in Cairhien or return to Tar Valon.

Alanna -- covertly helps Lan; Siuan may or may not have learned about the fact that she is Team Dragon. Does not have an opinion on Rand himself.

Team Shadow:

Liandrin -- her affiliations may or may not be revealed, depending on what Anvaere or Barthanes might report. She didn't use her name while she was in the Damodred manor but a brief description could probably pinpoint which Aes Sedai gave Barthanes his orders.

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #wot prime spoilers #wot s2 spoilers #wheel of time s2 spoilers #butterfly watches wot #wot 2x7 spoilers

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sxslave4all · 1 month

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This is/has took forever to type as I had to watch it was so mmmmm and knowing both would be having my mouth on them soon for this ho’s cum cleanup use. I almost came without touch. People say him and I are perfect looking couple….if they only knew couple would be stretching our title. I’m his toy, cum drinker, foot fucker, frustration absorber, anger post to use when in bad mood and can’t hurt the one that caused it so that’s what I’m for happy sad mad horny USE ME and I’m a rough sex / bdsm/bi/public humiliation type cum dumpster. Whip me and then let me suck your dick while you watch tv, eat, play on phones, watch porn just make my mouth and the rest be of use. These women messaging me with oh that’s terrible 🙄. Trust he wouldn’t remotely treat me anything but perfect until I told him what I like sexually and in general as a relationship-lovey, touchy, etc. my answer was beat me use me degraded makes me feel amazing. So why live a lie and play sweet vanilla when I want sizzling ghost pepper levels 🤷🏼‍♀️. I was trained young by my first boyfriend whom I was with for years. Once he was vanilla soon as done he said I can’t play a game-I want a whore who loves pain, fuck and suck on demand, will do women w me, someone who does everything I say and want no attitude whining or saying no. You disobey your punishment will be bad. You’d be taught that pain is also pleasure but also believe I’m the male your not so shut up and don’t open your mouth til I need it. You just look pretty and obey. You stay naked always at home and no matter whose there-naked. You fuck whoever and WHATever I tell you wherever however whenever I demand it. Cnc is a factor with some rough things I’ll set up to be done to you sometimes quietly or at a club or sometimes grabbed by a group while u walk to get my smokes half dressed also required. Nipples must always be hard and perfectly visible thru shirt. Skirt no panties and if you bend even a bit you’re on display and stilettosif out You’ll let them do what they want to you then come home get undressed…crawl to me and fkn apologize for them grabbing and having your body, yes you’ll apologize and beg me to give you punishment for a week, then you’ll straddle my leg ask nicely for my foot and rub yourself with it then you’d suck me for hours well I tell ya how awful that was of YOU to entice them. But one day it’ll happen and suddenly you’ll almost cum in excitement cause you love it. I’d whip you, restrain and tie you, I’d deny you then tie you down and put a vibe on your clit and leave for a bit while you cum 20+ times an hour. You’ll be used.By time he was done talking I was stunned. Suddenly he asked if I wanted a taste before deciding-seeing that secretly for some reason it was the biggest turn on. Dated broke upFound him married him divorced when he moved But he’s who finds my current owner. As it’s not easy to find men who want it 24/7 or rough and like my ex, for me it’s a 300 page contract. Do it all or none. So judge me cause I’m a slut I’m a toy. I enjoy punishment especially the worst ones. Judge me for getting off on it. I’m a tramp w holes for men why would I want it different? He’s the man. I’m his. Completely. And judge me for licking pussy and sucking dick—but i aint changing none of it. Having women involved is fkn hot sometimes I love watching his dick penetrating her and talking sweet blah the things I don’t want so he deserves to get those filled Shes more degrading She fills a need in me. And he provides everything for me and would buy me —what I want isn’t at a jewelry store it’s at a bdsm show. It’s who I am and it makes me hot and horny every day since my first. Thank goodness as my purpose starts with a collar, my knees and holes with a side of tits. So know I can’t wait to feel hit by the sting of a belt or inserting something in me and watching him get a kick from it. I’m here to make him happy so if he’s mad beat me til he’s not is my motto. Consent-means a huge difference it’s Shit we agreed on. Occasionally I get the smack across the face 😘

#use me however you want #lesbian sex #free use fantasy #praise k!nk #cnc sub #free use slvt #bd/sm rope #roped girl #ropeplay #degrade and humiliate me #degradation k1nk #degrading k1nk #bd/sm community #bd/sm brat #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm kink #bd/sm pet #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm slave

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madamlaydebug · 9 months

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Libation ….Start the healing

[Water libation]

The world’s oldest telephone……… Make the call

By: Tobgi Kofi

When one pours Libation they are invoking, summoning, awaking the Ancestors and the Vodou....

There are many reasons why we Pour libation in African traditional Religions, honoring the ancestors and Vodou, asking for knowledge, protection, guidance and more. Before I embark on a long trip, I pour libation so that I am kept safe and so that my trip goes well, successful.....

Libation is the same as making a long distance call. The Ancestors are in the ancestral realm, They have lives much the same as we do. They are a considerable distance from us here on Earth. This system has been put in place by the creator so that we can at all times have immediate access to the Vodou and the ancestors.....

Have you ever been in your garden or basement and the phone rings? Generally you will stop what you are doing and answer the call, especially if you have reason to believe it’s coming from a loved one. Ever been sitting around waiting for an important call …..man, that can be torture when it either doesn’t come or it takes too long. ....

The ancestors are our family and they have been divinely entrusted with our spiritual development. They have a divine directive to watch over us and guide us but, How can they do so( guide us) if we don’t make the call. ....

We are not like the whites, we are divine beings who carry an actual piece of the supreme being inside of us, and that’s our Soul. Whites and non Africans don’t have a soul although they would like us to believe they do. We know different, the Vodou tell us the truth about the whites, that is why there is absolutely no excuse for Africans to be marrying or initiating whites into African religions not even allowing them to attend our ceremonies.....

The ancestors are tied to us in the same way a mother is tied to the child through the umbilical cord during pregnancy . The child is developing and needs the mother’s nurturing, feeding and so on.....

We are just like that child, we are still developing and we feed of the guidance we receive from our ancestors. A child developing inside the mother becomes malformed when the mother ingests foreign agents such as illicit drugs and bad food but a good diet keeps the growing fetus in balance. So does the African become mentally malformed or sick when we don’t commune by calling our ancestors through libation for balance.....

When balance is lost we are open to any and all sorts of mental illness ....

Having mental seizures trying to be like whites …marrying them, white thinking, materialism, family strife, lovers of porn, drugs…etc.....

Libation is the means by which we call the ancestors and the Vodou, thus allowing the family elders and Vodou to begin restoring balance to the individual or the community.....

I remember I once told a women that I was a Vodoun priest and she said ,” Oh you mean, that you worship Idols, fetish…oh my god” You like that?....

I responded by saying, I don’t worship Idols and the word fetish is a word the whites gave to our ancestral religious practice. The woman said, “ don’t you have carved images”? I said, Yes we carve images sometimes and sometimes the Vodou are in a pot or carved sticks figures or some other form but, I don’t worship any carved images. I know that when I go to that image or whatever form the Vodou wish to use to manifest their presence, I can pour libation on or before it and call the Vodou.....

It’s no different from you picking up a cell phone and calling your friend …the friend hears the call and responds by answering back.....

If you lived 200 years ago and were caught talking to a square 2x4 inch piece of plastic people would be afraid and think you were mad but, if they heard a voice come out of that piece of plastic they would burn you for being a witch. They just would not have understood the science behind the method of communication being used. Likewise those who criticize shrine veneration and libation don’t understand that we don’t worship the thing , we recognize it to be just that……. a thing , a tool, a phone if you will to call on our Vodou and ancestors.....

Our traditional phone’s technology (Science) however, is more sophisticated than modern phones ……..our technology is timeless.....

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libation can be poured on:

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The ground....

On to a shrine....

On the ground in front of a shrine....

At the doorstep to a building....

On a living plant....

Into a receptable which on the floor symbolizing the ground....

On the street in front a venue....

OlOrisa_Olokun: Pouring libation....

Junior Member....

Pour libation, Talk to your ancestors.....

Tell them what’s on your mind.....

Tell them what you need....

Do it during times when you feel the urge.....

Stand outside alone and pour libation on the soil....

The main reason for our sickness is that we are a dis-eased people. There is a cancer growing in our people and it is consuming the culture from the inside out. In order to cure the cancer we must take medicine. The medicine for black folks spirit comes in the form of melanin the food of the gods. Our African bodies produce melanin every day. A healthy spirit produces healthy melanin. If the African spirit is polluted with the white man’s world view this will be manifest in the rejection of the nurturing African culture or in a corruption of the once clean traditions and a rejection of the ancestors. This is what has happened in African societies around the world. We have rejected Nanasom Nana meaning a venerated ancestor and som meaning to serve ( see: Nhoma, odwirafo.com). Returning to our ancestors and pouring libation is the first step to reversing the damage to ourselves and our Societies. Our Ancestors will then make sure that our melanin is clean ………unadulterated . Although we have had at least a 200 year disconnect in the phone line. We have the tools to reestablish the connection free of any charges. Once we start pouring libation to the ancestors we are in effect, re mending the broken lines that were severed during slavery and for the African still on the continent the lines were severed during colonialism. It’s simply. We do our part by waking the ancestors by calling on them and they will come and work on our behalf. We have only to make the call. In my personal case, I started calling them (via libation) and things started happening in my house like lights going on in a room as I walked towards the entrance. Other things happened like every night my TV down stairs would turn on at 10: O'clock PM

The ancestors will not hurt us, they will show us that they are there, that they have heard our calls. Once I mentioned to them that I recognized their presence during communication, the phenomena stopped. Things changed dramatically for me. I had previously been abusing drugs and could not stop. My ancestors came to me and performed a cleansing ceremony for me and I have been drug free ever since. They will do ritual in the ancestral realm that will impact on us in this physical realm. There is no problem that they can't help us with. The African comes equipted with all of the tools to keep balance in our lives. We have only to use them. Make the call.

The following is a libation I have used for years. I got it from Kwesi Ra Nehem Ptah Akan of odwirafo.com :

Nana Nyame, I show you this drink, but I do not attempt to offer it to you

Nana Nyamewaa, I show you this drink, but I do not attempt to offer it to you

Obosom of Sky/Thunder, accept this water and drink

Earth Mother, accept this water and drink

All of the Abosom, accept this water and drink 56

Matrilineal clan Ancestresses and Ancestors, accept this water and drink

Patrilineal clan protective Obosom, accept this water and drink

Spiritually Cultivated Ancestresses and Ancestors, accept this water and drink

Good Ancestral Spirits, accept this water and drink

I greet you all

I give you this offering

Please, show me truth

Yoooo.

Although the focus here is on Akan culture, the principles addressed

in this writing apply to all Afurakani/Afuraitkaitnit people and can

be translated into the various Afurakani/Afuraitkaitnit languages no

matter what group you are from. If you do not yet know your specific

abusua (clan) use the language of Kamit, for all

Afurakanu/Afuraitkaitnut are connected to this ancient language in

some manner. At length you will be guided to the knowledge of your

specific abusua by your own Nananom Nsamanfo. When you find out your

abusua you can then embrace your Ancestral language, study it and

utilize it in ritual.

Always use an Afurakani/Afuraitkaitnit language with ohwie and other

mpaebo (prayer/provocation), even if it is only a one-line mpaebo.

Your Nananom Nsamanfo know your desires, They see you, and understand

why you are coming to Them. Just as if you went to Ghana or any Afurakani country you me originally be from and did not

speak a word of the language, yet through body language and sincerity

the family you stayed with would be able to feel your spirit and get

you what you need – the Nananom Nsamanfo operate in the same manner.

They will effectively communicate with you through images, feelings

and you will effectively communicate with Them through thought-images

and feelings. They will speak to you in your/Their Ancestral language

and you will understand Them. They will also direct you to resources

so that you can learn the language. If you only know seven

Afurakani/Afuraitkaitnit words, use those as your ohwie and as your

mpaebo. Using the language of the akyiwadefo is projecting disordered

vibrations/energy to the Nananom Nsamanfo, and also back to yourself.

Recognize that we are not confined by the language of the akyiwadefo.

Your Nananom Nsamanfo will guide you, show you who you are and get you

what you need. Your Nananom Nsamanfo and the Abosom can and will

communicate with you by coming into your presence, to your spirit and

to your nkommere.

Make the call.........Let the healing begin....

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Here Lies the Abyss Pt. 14

Memories Restored

Here Lies the Abyss Masterpost First: The Champion of Kirkwall Previous: Nightmares

The party finds Justinia again.

Justinia: The Nightmare is closer now. It knows you seek escape. With each moment, it grows stronger.

The PC has to fight wraiths for more memory fragments.

Justinia: The demons! PC: Keep running! Justinia: (Screams.) Justinia: Go.

The scene changes with the last fragment gathered.

PC (narrating): This is the Breach back in Haven. That’s how we…how I escaped.

The PC is being chased by demons.

Justinia: The demons!

PC: Keep running!

Justinia: (Screams.)

Justinia: Go.

Justinia is pulled deeper into the Fade. The memory ends.

PC: It was you. They thought it was Andraste sending me from the Fade, but it was the Divine behind me. And then you…she died.

Justinia: Yes.

Alistair: So this can’t be the Divine. Loghain: We’ve been following a demon, then. Stroud: So this creature is simply a spirit.

Diplomatic Hawke: I think we all knew that was the case, Warden. Justinia: I am sorry if I disappoint you.

Humorous Hawke: You don’t say. Justinia: I am sorry if I disappoint you.

Aggressive Hawke: For all we know, it’s working with Corypheus. Justinia: If you believe that, strike me down.

The form of Justinia rises and reveals itself as a spirit.

Dialogue options:

General: Are you her memory? [1]

General: Are you her soul? [2]

General: You’re our ally, regardless. [3]

General: Did you watch her? [4]

1 - General: Are you her memory? PC: Are you a memory of the Divine? A reflection? Justinia: If that is the story you wish to tell, it is not a bad one. [5]

2 - General: Are you her soul? PC: Are you…her? Did you linger here to help me, instead of passing on? Justinia: If that is the story you wish to tell, it is not a bad one. [5]

3 - General: You’re our ally, regardless. PC: The only thing that’s important right now is getting out of the Fade. Whatever you are, you’ve helped us so far. [5]

4 - General: Did you watch her? PC: The Nightmare watched Corypheus and grew powerful off the fear. Were you like that for the Divine? A spirit watching her from the Fade, inspired by her faith? Justinia: If that is the story you wish to tell, it is not a bad one. [5]

5 - Scene continues.

Hawke: What we do know is that the mortal Divine perished at the temple, thanks to the Grey Wardens.

Alistair: What, again? It wasn’t their fault! We can debate the depressing details when we get back to Adamant. Loghain: Corypheus controlled them. We have discussed this already. If this spirit has no further revelations, we should work on getting back to Adamant alive. Stroud: As I said, the Grey Wardens responsible for that crime were under the control of Corypheus. We can discuss this further once we return to Adamant.

Diplomatic Hawke: Yes, Adamant, where the Inquisition faces an army of demons raised by the Wardens. Humorous Hawke: Assuming that the Wardens and their demon army didn’t destroy the Inquisition while we were gone. Aggressive Hawke: Which is filled with Wardens who made blood sacrifices to raise a demon army.

Hawke sided templars: Warden: You killed almost every mage in Kirkwall! Hawke: Yes! Because too many of them were practicing blood magic, just like your Wardens!

Hawke sided mages: Warden: You tore Kirkwall apart and started the mage rebellion! Hawke: To protect innocent mages, not madmen drunk on blood magic!

Diplomatic Hawke: Even without the influence of Corypheus, the Wardens go too far. They need to be checked. Humorous Hawke: But you’d ignore that, because you can’t imagine a world without the Wardens… even if that’s what we need! Aggressive Hawke: The Wardens have gone mad. Or maybe they always were. Someone has to stop them.

Party comments:

Solas: Agreed. The Wardens may once have served a greater good, but they are far too dangerous now.

Cole: The blood sings softly. It never stops, and then it’s all they hear. We can’t let them hurt more people.

Vivienne: They’re a relic. The days of their usefulness have long since passed.

Cassandra: The Wardens are a risk. Send them away before they cause even more trouble.

Blackwall: What are you saying? You want to get rid of the Wardens? Everyone makes mistakes. They would’ve died to save us!

Sera: It isn’t like you can just get rid of them. I mean, it’s never good when they show, but they’re supposed to be heroes.

Iron Bull: Don’t know that we can pass judgment on the only folks who know how to stop Blights.

Dorian: They might still be useful. What if Corypheus conjures another Blight? You never know.

Varric: I don’t know what to tell you. There are a few good ones, but an awful lot of the Wardens I’ve known went crazy.

The PC moves closer to interrupt the argument.

Dialogue options:

General: [Alistair/Loghain/Stroud] is right. + Blackwall slightly approves PC: Stroud isn’t defending blood magic or demons. You know the cost of a Blight as well as any of us, Hawke. The Grey Wardens are the only force that can stop that.

General: Hawke is right. - Blackwall disapproves PC: The Wardens carry out a vital duty, but they also go too far. They need to be controlled.

General: Now is not the time. + Sera approves PC: This debate can wait until we’re out of danger.

General (faithful PC): Maker, stop, both of you. + Sera approves PC: Sweet Maker, could both of you please shut up? We can argue once we’ve escaped from the giant fear demon.

Hawke/Stroud/Alistair/Loghain: Inquisitor…

Demons start appearing around them.

Justinia: The Nightmare has found us.

Alistair: All together! Loghain: Form up! Stroud: Form up!

Hawke: I’m with you!

They move on, fighting more demons.

Party comments:

Solas: Come. Real or not, the Divine is the key to escaping from the Fade.

Dorian: I suppose we should follow the Divine. Whatever she is, she is our way out of here.

Vivienne: We must follow the spirit imitating the Divine. At least for now, she is our only means to escape the Fade.

Next: Sacrifice

#dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #dai transcripts #dai dialogue #dragon age dialogue #dragon age transcripts #here lies the abyss #hlta #long post

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Hi same anon as before,

So, I’m not going to publish your ask because of its length, but I’ll address a few parts of it. It would’ve certainly been better if you had approached me in messenger and not as anonymous, because I didn’t want to ignore you, but it’s more than a little awkward like this. 😖

First off, thank you for your nice words about my OC WIP. 💕 And, as I mentioned, I do want to continue/finish it at some point. After all, it still IS fiction, even if I try to write as realistically as I can (the way I perceive “realistic” anyway). Shawn will just continue on with Charlotte as if the IRL reconciliation with Camila had never happened.

Yes, I know the friend you’re referring to. In all honesty, I had a suspicion you had some relationship to her even when I first received/read your previous anon ask. It’s nice to hear that, despite everything she and I went through, she still considers me one of her favorite writers.

I could say so many things here about what happened in our friendship. You say she isn't mad at me, but “taken by surprise, disappointed, shook, hurt, let down, frustrated, dazed, and a little confused”. You’re describing everything I felt when I learned that she started speaking badly about me to others when our friendship ended, as well as sharing PRIVATE conversations that we had, which should have stayed between only the two of us, with others. And when I confronted her about it never once did she apologize or take responsibility for her actions. Never once did she say, “I’m sorry, I never should’ve done that, I will never do it again”. If anyone has a right to those aforementioned feelings, I feel it should be me.

I personally understand the impact of words and how deeply they can cut. That had much to do with why I chose to end our friendship. I was hurt many times from her words.

I don’t wish to address any of that further in a public post. If you wish to come off anonymous and speak with me via messenger, please feel free to do so.

Despite all of that, I wish no ill will toward her. I am not a vindictive person. I am honestly sorry to hear that she has been in a dark place and is struggling, and I truly hope things get better for her soon. I’m glad she has you to talk to.

You’ve asked me to write even a simple blurb for her, but I’m not sure I have the capacity to do so, - I’m still hurt from her words and actions, - even if I wasn’t struggling with my writing. I wish I felt differently. Things would need to change drastically if I was even to consider it.

Forgive me for not wanting to discuss Shawn and Camila.

You’re free to agree with whatever this friend believes. I think that’s why you’re a better friend for her than I was. There are things I don’t agree with her on. I respected her beliefs, even when I didn’t agree with them. I wish she could’ve shown me the same respect for my thoughts/beliefs, even if she disagreed/felt I was wrong.

“can I ask you, your thoughts on what that one who changed her username … is saying about the only ones who are staying true, are the ones who newly joined the Army and the Shawmila shippers.” I’m sorry; idk who you’re referring to here. 🤔

I’m not feeling pressured to write by anyone; I’m lucky that people don’t send hate anon asks when I haven’t written for awhile (like they have to a friend of mine, who’s one of the sweetest people I know and doesn’t deserve that). Many of my requesters even add, “if you would consider this request, I’d be grateful”, or “no rush, no pressure”. I just don’t want my tumblr to “die” before I’m ready to post again like I have been for two years (and not just my writing, but in general). It’s important to ME that people know I’m still supporting and loving him, even when he’s being stupid.

I’d like to know what the “good reason” is for why you feel the need to stay anonymous.

I’m still checking tumblr (still chatting my mutuals/friends) and IG and twitter, I’m just choosing to breathe/take my break by not interacting like usual. I’m alleviating the pressure on myself by trying not to worry about posting everything I come across. (If that makes sense.) I still want to know what Shawn is up to; I still want to stay in the know, so… 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for your ask. 🙂

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.21--Episodes 22-1

I have watched through S3E1; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Let’s have a round of applause for the writers. The last episode of season 2 was exceptionally well done. There was absolutely no wasted time or unneeded drama.

—For example, Belle and Mr. Gold. She got her memories back and nobody had to go through the angst of her being mad at herself or at Mr. Gold. She’s just there for him right from the second she’s herself again. Also, that was beautiful for their sake, because they’re finally becoming the people together that they should be.

—Which of course means they have to split up. But I choose to believe that they’re going to be reunited, because I trust Belle to be persistent.

—He kept the cup even though it was broken!

—I doubt Rumplestiltskin would bring his dagger with him to Neverland, particularly if he fears Peter Pan this much, which leads me to conclude that he’s having Belle watch it for him.

—Grumpy is a lovely guy. Asking the Blue Fairy to make that extra dose of memory potion for Belle was very nice of him. I doubt anyone else would’ve even thought of it.

—I respect that Hook’s reason for turning against Tamara and Owen is “I don’t want to die”. Everybody and their grandmother has a noble, self-sacrificing reason to fight for something. It’s nice to acknowledge that some people’s motivation is self-preservation.

—That red vest Hook wore during Bae’s backstory was gorgeous. Actually, his clothes as a whole aren’t entirely atrocious.

—With other types of story being used in OUAT (such as Dr. Frankenstein) there should be a least one ballet story. Technically, Sleeping Beauty has been a ballet, but that doesn’t really count. Giselle, maybe?

—*sigh* now I’m never going to see more of Red or Dr. Hopper!

—At least the portal in the middle of the ocean looked cool. Which it did, by the way. Water tunnels are iconic.

—The Shadows in Neverland are very Kingdom Hearts. (Which, by the way, is a masterpiece of storytelling in itself. 10/10.)

—I disagree with Hook. Rumplestiltskin having a wardrobe change *is* a good use of our time. Getting to see him without his Dark One makeup, but wearing the Dark One clothes, is quite the experience.

—Regina’s blue jacket really stands out against the oceanscape. I mean, I like most of her fairytale clothes better than her “real” world clothes, but her jackets are nice.

—Yes! Tamara and Owen really just got bumped off right from the start. Outstanding.

—So they’re really sticking with the whole malevolent Peter Pan thing. Brilliant. It’s about time somebody figured out what a creepy bastard he can be.

—On the other hand, how am I supposed to take this kid seriously? He’s been set up well, with everybody talking about how terrifying he is, but now I need some action to back that all up.

—Vengeful granddad is a good look for Rump.

—I hope Bae keeps that stick to fight with. Also, he should get some fairytale clothes.

—Darn, Prince Philip is back. Well, at least we might get to explore how that happened eventually. It’ll be a fun adventure if nothing else.

—That storm was epic. Way to reinforce how scary Neverland is.

—It would be cool if Ariel was one of these mermaids. Not that I actually think she will be, because she’s one of the Princesses, but it would still be awesome. It would be so much more interesting if she loved a human when she’s supposed to kill them, than what OG!Ariel’s story is. (That girl is just so whiny. I mean, I could write essays about Ariel, both her good parts and her bad parts, but I think she comes out as a general dislike for me.)

—Okay, Robin, come on. If you move into a guy’s house because he’s been cursed out of the world, why would you trash it? Does he like living in filth? Couldn’t he be bothered to dust once in a while…like, once a year even?

—I’m glad they’ve finally acknowledged how weird it is for Emma’s parents to be her age. But I do feel sorry for them, they’re trying their best.

—My feelings about Hook have gone from “he’s so stupid” *annoyed* to “he’s so stupid” *fond*. I don’t even know what happened.

—Maybe it’s his soft spot for Bae. I mean, I still don’t buy that he loved Mila as much as he claims/believes he did, but the fact that he seems willing to care for a person outside of romance is important to me.

—Hook and Rump killing their feud for the sake of this quest is also important to me. Both of them have been rather uncompromising in the past, particularly when it comes to holding grudges, but now they’ve dropped it all because this is more important.

—I love seeing Charming with a sword again. I much prefer that to his guns.

—Emma doing pull-ups in the Jolly Roger (what a fun name!) reminded me of something I really like about her. Unlike Elsa, Anna, Rapunzel, etc., it’s plausible that Emma can pull off the physical feats that she does. She trains. Her background is a job that required her to be athletic and capable. It makes sense that she can do all the jumping and the running and the dragon-slaying (even though I disapprove of any and all dragon-oriented violence). Emma is a much more realistic person than many Disney ladies are.

—This stuff with Henry intrigues me. He’s the culmination of both the brightest and the darkest bloodlines in the fairytale world. If he develops magical abilities, that could be an interesting plot point.

—Although, having two very angry moms with magical powers makes him one of the scariest people in OUAT canon, so…anything else might just make him OP.

—I hope they go back to Storybrooke eventually, because I’ve become rather fond of it. And of the other characters who show up there.

—I love watching the actors’ names roll by at the beginning of each episode. I specifically look for Ginnifer Goodwin and Robert Carlyle—Ginnifer because I love her as Judy Hopps, and Robert because I love him as Rumplestiltskin. Seeing their names just makes me happy.

#once upon a time #ouat #belle #mr. gold #rumbelle #rumplestiltskin #neverland #grumpy #Captain Hook #baelfire #regina mills #Peter Pan #Henry #the charmings #prince Philip charming #bye Storybrooke #you will be missed #martianbugsbunny reviews

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Old Friends

“What’s it gonna be, Decadin?” The waitress asks, then corrects herself: “Master Decadin.”

“No no, it’s still Acolyte.” He keeps his eyes fixed on the menu in his hands. “I’m still looking, let her order first.”

“Alright, how about you?”

“Steak and tubers for me,” Lhusel answers. She must have kept coming here in his absence, she didn’t even have to check what she wanted. Decadin lowers the menu. He knows for a fact he got the waitress’s name once, but he must have forgotten it. Too many important things to remember.

“Do you have horse meat?”

“Horse meat?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t. We’ve got—”

“I’ll take the steak and tubers as well.”

“Alrighty, we’ll have it out soon!”

The waitress takes their menus and darts off. It’s a busy afternoon and Carnifeast is understaffed. Once she’s out of earshot, Lhusel leans in.

“Horse meat? Do you have any clue how crazy you sound?”

“It sounds weird, but I had it in Wojpier a few times and I swear it’s good. It’ll take awhile to cross the ocean, but it might be big someday.”

“Wow.” She shakes her head a little, subconsciously leaning back to mimic Decadin's posture. “You must be up to a lot of exciting things.”

“Oh, I am!” His eyes light up. “They're parading me around to all kinds of ceremonies. Honoring the troops and opening towers, mostly. They like my speeches, as long as I slow down for the language barrier."

"Cool!"

"I’ve gotten to try a lot of exotic food. It’s an acquired taste, but I’ve started to like it. Wojpier has a fascinating culture, really.”

“It must be wonderful." Lhusel tilts her head. "Making connections?”

“Talking to some big names, yeah! The colonial administration’s made up of very accomplished people, and they’re surprisingly generous. The native leaders are still making a stink about the whole thing, won’t even look you in the eye, but the people on the ground don’t resent the whole being-conquered thing.”

Her eyes narrow. “Are you sure about that?”

“What?”

“How much attention are you paying to your audience?”

“Well it’s a different culture, so you can’t always rely on the same standards. But from what I can see, they’re listening and they believe what I say.”

“You rehearse a lot, right? You’ve gotten better at this. You’re used to people listening to you talk.”

“Yes?”

“How much of that engagement is what’s actually there, as opposed to you seeing what you’re used to seeing?”

Decadin grimaces. “Look, I’m still an engineer. We can’t afford to only see what we want to see, you know that well. I mean, just take you for example, you never see what you want to see.” He smiles. She doesn’t.

“You know the Wojpierians are people, right?”

“Obviously. I don’t think there’s anyone who denies that.”

“You might be surprised. Anyway, people tend to be upset when you take over their land and impose your religion on them.”

Decadin waves the comment away. “Glad you're still Eej-Landian.”

“No. Listen.” Lhusel leans forward, her lion eyes staring him down. “I know how you’re used to doing whatever you want and succeeding just like that, because you’re so, so brilliant.”

“You’re not—”

“And you are, I acknowledge that! And you’re reaping the rewards now, building the world you want to see. But you can’t let that excitement cloud your senses."

"It sounds like you're mad at me."

"All I’m saying is you might be assuming Wojpierian villagers are thinking all these wonderful things about you just because they haven’t put your corpse on a stake!”

Silence. Lhusel blinks and lets the scenery catch her eye, but Decadin keeps his gaze locked on her. This isn’t the Lhusel he knows. She used to believe in him.

“If you’re done undermining me...” Decadin picks up his bag from beside his chair and sets it on the table between them. “Here’s what I wanted to show you.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

He opens the bag, and with dramatic flair he spills a dozen pyramids on the table. Ranging from the size of a fingernail to a fist, each is made of plastic with a battery embedded in the center.

“Huh.” Lhusel picks up the biggest one, turning it over in her hands. “They all landed bottom-down.”

“Turns out that’s a feature.” Decadin watches her examine the device with characteristic curiosity. Now this is the Lhusel he knows. “The power source messes with gravity.”

“The thing’s magic?”

“The battery is. You can turn it on by twisting the tip, by the way.”

Lhusel turns the top of the pyramid, and when the edges click into place, the trinket glows. “Neat.”

“There’s a company that wants to make tons of them. They’re trying to get the jump on a new technology, after this Wojpierian professor poured his research budget into designing what I suggested was possible. The batteries in these things draw mana in from the Aether and convert it to electrical energy as needed.”

“Theoretically infinite…” Lhusel murmurs, studying the prototype.

“This… this is real, Lhusel. History stands open, and we have the chance to change it, forever. For the better.”

She turns off the pyramid. “We.”

“I know what you’re thinking, but I mean it. I brought so many because I told them I had a friend who’d be interested in tinkering with them, who might find something.”

“Those ‘big names’ you’re talking to. Are any of them in tech companies?”

“Plenty, why?”

Lhusel looks at him. “Have you shown anyone the Spinning Flyer prints?”

Decadin sighs.

She puts the pyramid down. “Why not?”

“You didn’t ask me to.”

“But you know how much it would have helped me.”

“Even if I explained how it works, there wasn’t any chance they’d say yes.”

“The worst they could have done was say no.”

“No, the worst they could have done was cut me out of future events because I was crazy enough to try to get them on board with a design that’s absurd on its face and was drafted by a heretic female dropout.”

“Does that make me wrong? I literally built the thing, it works as expected.”

“Of course it doesn’t, but they don’t think about that! Personal ethos is everything in this world. That’s why they wouldn’t give you a second thought, and they’d do the same to me if I tried to promote your work! I’m sorry, but it just wasn’t possible, and even trying would have been risky.”

“Since when has risk stopped you?” Lhusel’s tone drops a note. “You beat the risks every step of the way. You’ve taken so many chances and it’s almost always worked out for you. Some of us aren’t so lucky, but you are. And I think that if someone with power like yours also wants to believe he has a conscience, he has an obligation to create opportunities for those who weren’t so fortunate.”

“Well I think that saying I should implies that I could. But I couldn’t. Again, I’m sorry that I can’t help you get the success you deserve, and I’m sorry that my success makes you jealous.”

Lhusel furrows her brow. “It’s not about jealousy, it’s about justice.” She picks up one of the smaller pyramids. “If I did decide to take some of these home, play with them and improve them, what would you do?”

“Uh.”

“Don’t think of something. Just tell me.”

“I would have told them one of my associates found some ways to improve the design, and I recommend we’d go forward with them.”

“And would you have given me a cut of your side of the profit for that?”

“If you asked.”

“If I asked.”

“Yes.”

Lhusel shuts her eyes tight, holding back an inferno. “I could have been bitter about my expulsion. I could have resented you for how unfair it was, how your gender and your religion let you stay while I got kicked aside.” She opens her eyes and puts down the pyramid. “But instead I stuck with you, and I worked on your Aether Suppressor for free, because you didn’t have the budget to pay someone for it.”

“That’s right, and I’m still grateful for that.”

“But not grateful enough to pay me back for it now that you have the chance?”

“I told you, if you asked I would have done it.” He keeps his gaze locked on her, picking up pyramids and putting them back in his bag. “But don’t get mad at me for lacking your generous instinct. When you helped with the Suppressor you asked for nothing. If you wanted a cut of the profit from these I would have given it to you, we could have agreed to it. But you having expected me to push the Spinning Flyer on people this whole time? That’s different. I might have turned down your offer if I knew you’d ask me to compromise my future success by trying to carry you with me.”

“You wouldn’t have that success if it wasn’t for my help!”

“I know, but it wasn’t a transaction!”

“You’re right, it wasn’t. I’m not asking you to show the insiders my designs as payback. I’m asking you because we’re friends, and we do what’s in our power to help each other. That’s what I did for you, and even if you hadn’t let me, I’d be asking this of you now. Because that’s what friends do. I think you owe me that much. And I think you know it too.”

Decadin puts away the last of the pyramids. “Well...” He times the closing of the bag with his pause. “Maybe I don’t want to be friends with someone who doesn’t support me, and who tries to use my success for her own gain, and who guilts me when I refuse to sabotage myself for her impossible dreams!”

They both see the plates of food before they see the waitress carrying them. “Here we go, two steaks and tubers!” She sets them both on the table. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you…” Decadin trails off. Still can’t remember her name. Too many important things to remember. Lhusel remembers. She can tell he doesn’t. They eat in silence.

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my mother projects, i truely hate freud and psychology in general, i hate my mother more for having to concede that in rare circumstances yes certain very fucked up people will project and in those instances its more than simple hypocrisy which lord knows im guilty of. she projects, and cluster b types project in a very peculiar way when they have kids, they will project all their (imagined) good qualities on one child, and on the other their very real insecurities, my mother too my knowledge has never admitted to being wrong once, in a way that wasnt obvious manipulation, its like they literally cannot accept the possiblity that they fuck up sometimes. so my mother is lazy as hell, i mean shes a woman, i really dont care, but that means im lazy as hell. my brother in christ, i am going mad here because i am not lazy, if i were lazy id be in paradise right now because most days i literally cannot do shit, and that is by design! a major reason i am so distressed compared to other people in similar situations is because i cant and dont and wont give up, i cant accept this lifestyle its like being crushed every single day, im not gonna blow smoke up your ass and say id rather be doing any kind of work no matter how unproductive, but this life is so empty and it would take so little for me to be happy. i damn myself everyday for ever allowing her back into my life when i by a stroke of sudden genius moved out as soon as i turned eighteen. no one would believe this, or understand the magnitude of what im describing unless they had lived it, its so much and its too much to swallow, i think if i heard any of this id assume i was using my mother to excuse my own failings, and its because its so hard to swallow and even when you are witnessing it in action this dynamic all of it, all of them together, when you witness it you cannot believe it yourself. so after a few years of literally never thinking about her i start going “shes not so bad, i do miss her sometimes, she can be cool sometimes, i need a parent at least just one” etc. thats also why i take it so seriously, i cant allow myself to think that way if i ever want to get out, even if i wanted to i couldnt, thats one of many privileges reserved for the golden child, pity them.

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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Do you ever judge people based on if they believe in God or not? Not really, in the sense that I grew up in a predominantly Catholic country so people being Catholics/Christians pretty much feels like second nature to me. My judgment comes in with respect to the extent of their obsession/hypocrisy with the religion, i.e. if they go to church weekly but still vote for thieves to go into public office, or are generally awful people in real life.

Do you ever brush your teeth in the shower? I may have done it once or twice when I’d be running late for something, but it’s not a practice of mine.

Has your printer ever stopped working at the last minute and you had a paper due the next day? What did you do? Yeah, so many times lol. I just e-mailed it to myself/saved it to a USB and printed it at school. < We didn’t have a printer at home for most of my school years so I typically just did this. I had a USB early on, but after losing 3894798 USBs I eventually resorted to just sending the paper to myself through Messenger, and then logging onto Facebook through the school computers to retrieve it and have it printed.

Are you sometimes scared to express your opinions in fear of what others might think? No I’m pretty opinionated. I was worse at it as a teenager when I used to be super blunt and had no sense of a filter whatsoever; these days I still don’t hesitate to express myself, but I’m just a whole lot better at handling my words and how I deliver my thoughts now.

Do you have a girl that is strictly a friend that isn’t related to you that you can go to? Angela.

Have you ever painted your nails on only one hand, forgetting about the other one or getting side-tracked? Nah, I rarely paint my nails myself as it is.

Have you ever tried sucrets? I’ve never heard of that. Is it related to sugar by any means? Hahaha.

Would you date someone that smokes? I did before. I minded it in our earlier years but that was when I used to be a more conservative, goody-two-shoes high schooler. By the time we entered college and I got exposed to more things, that’s when I started to feel looser about the idea of smoking.

What about drinks? As long as they didn’t have a serious drinking issue, yes.

Have you ever gone to one of those parties where everyone is falling around drunk everywhere? Yep, mostly in college. I never wanted to turn out like one of those kids who ultimately got taken out via wheelchair and fortunately I never did, lol.

Are you “the good guy”, or “the bad guy”, or somewhere in between? Idk what this means - does this refer to being a bad influence around your friends and whatnot? If so, I think I’m more of a good guy; I definitely don’t endorse vices or breaking the rules around people, and I’m usually the first one to call out my friends when I notice them starting to getting naughty lol.

Do you ever erase the numbers off of surveys just because they annoy you? No. But I’ll sometimes wipe out questions I find too annoying or childish.

Person you like shows up at your house: you… Will feel very confused because I’m not interested in anybody.

Last person you talked on the phone with? A delivery dude who was having a slight hiccup with my order.

Do you think you will have the same best friend a year from now? Yes, and for many years to come.

Do you have siblings over the age of twenty-one? My sister is turning 22 this year, but not til September. Will tomorrow be better than today? I doubt it; it’ll be Sunday and that day always sends me into waves of anxiety.

What do you hear right now? I can hear PSY singing into my ear alongside Yoongi’s newest masterpiece, and the faint hum from my electric fan.

What was the last thing to go into your mouth? My vape pen.

Do you usually tell people when you’re mad at them? No, I just show it usually.

Honestly, how is your heart lately? Content.

Do you miss anyone? Not really, I’m good for now.

Are you waiting for a phone call? I am not.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? Like if it was done through message? I’d leave it on read partly so I can continue living in peace and partly to provoke them.

What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? I’d shrug and go back to whatever it is I was doing. What she does in her life really doesn’t concern me anymore and it hasn’t for a while.

What do you think when someone kisses you on your forehead? It’s cute, I like the gesture.

What do you usually do right when you wake up? Check the time; and depending on how groggy I feel, I’d either turn my phone back off and get some more sleep or proceed to check my social media.

Are you looking forward to anything? The rest of this weekend.

How late did you stay up last night? Around 2 AM.

Do you truly hate anyone? No.

Would you ever get a tattoo? I’m still on the fence on this one. I definitely think less impulsively now compared to when I was a teen so I'm better at handling my want for a tattoo; but I’m also deathly afraid of needles, so...I still have no idea whether I’ll ever be pushing to get one or not.

In the past forty-eight hours, have you hung out with a girl? I mean kind of? I’ve hung out with my co-workers virtually but I haven’t been outside with anyone since Sunday.

Were you happy when you woke up today? YES, because it’s Saturday morning yaaaaay.

If someone liked you, would you want them to tell you? Sure.

Would you rather go back a week or go forward? Forward.

Would you ever smile at a stranger? If they smiled at me first and it didn’t give off creep vibes then yeah.

Who was the last person to text you? A local influencer’s handler.

What are you doing today? I wanna take all the surveys today; let’s hope I actually accomplish that, haha.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? No.

Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette? Nopes, that sounds really painful.

Have you ever been so bored that you started drooling on yourself? Wow haha what? No, this hasn’t happened before.

Do you brush your teeth right away when you wake up? No not really, I usually turn on the water heater first for my morning coffee and then brush my teeth while waiting.

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? I wouldn’t say so, no. Hans is a close guy friend but I’ve never confided in him.

Want to get smashed tonight? Nah thanks I already did that last week and don’t want another sip of alcohol for like another two weeks ha.

What time are you getting up tomorrow? Whatever time I want; it’ll still be the weekend and I don’t have anything super urgent that I’d have to wake up early for.

Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? I might not be happy with each individual choice, but I’m happy with here I am in life now, so I wouldn’t change anything. < This is good.

Think back to last June; were you single? Yes.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Hot :( I hate summer. But I also felt content and well-rested, albeit already slightly sweting lol.

Have you ever made someone laugh when they were crying? I’ve probably done that in the past, yes.

Describe how you feel right now. Hungry, hot, a little restless since idk what to do for today. I wanna go to a cafe and kill a few hours there but my ankle is not yet 100% recovered, so idk.

Would you date someone three years older than you? Idk I might, but I’ve also never been faced with such a prospect.

Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? I usually shower at night but now that it’s summer, I tend to do it in the morning so that I can feel refreshed and like not sweaty and sticky and gross when I start work.

Do you think more about the past, present, or future? Present and future. I’m not a big dweller of the past anymore.

Are you okay with the life you live? Sure, I’m pretty content.

Could you handle living with the last person you texted? I barely know him and I’m pretty sure he’s quite older than me so probably not.

Was the last book you read for fun, or was it for some type of assignment? Fun.

Have you accomplished any goals you set for yourself this year so far? Yeah, my promotion. I’m glad it happened; I just wish it didn’t pan out the way it did.

If you could go forward in time and see your life 5 years from now, what would you hope to see? In a different job, more traveled, having my own place.

Are there still movie rental stores where you live or have they all gone out of business? They were never commonplace here and if they were at some point then it must have been in the 90s, when I wasn’t even alive for the most part.

What was the last thing to annoy you or make you upset? The heat which is annoying me right now.

Have you ever been ditched by someone only to find them out and about with someone else? It might’ve happened once or twice but those memories are all blocked from my head now. I don’t like keeping thoughts like those around.

How old were you when you had your wisdom teeth removed? I’ve never had them removed. I’m not sure I even have wisdom teeth at all.

What is the last song you sang out loud? That That by PSY and Yoongi, hahaha. It’s really good and I never thought I’d find myself enjoying a PSY song but here I am.

Where was the last job application you filled out sent to? I don’t even remember. Job-hunting as a fresh grad dealing with a pandemic and a breakup was an awful awful experience and I have close to no memories from that time. September to November 2020 is just this huge gray blur in my head now.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Nopes.

What do people tell you your voice sounds like? That it’s low.

What financial class are you? My family is in the middle.

What poster is hanging closest to you? The BTS poster that came with my Butter CDs.

What time did you go to bed last night? I believe this was already asked earlier but I passed out at like 2 AM.

Do you watch any reality shows? I’ll only watch snippets of many different reality shows but I’ve never followed any of them obsessively, like episode-by-episode levels.

Are you more comfortable with men or women? Girls.

Do you think you’re fat? Nope.

Have you ever borrowed money from someone and never repaid them? No.

Do you have a pet cat? Nope.

What is worse: physical or emotional pain? It depends on the type of pain. < I feel like I’ve answered ths before, but yeah I agree with this. It’s not fair to compare two completely different kinds of pain.

How is your hair? It’s fine, it’s just up in a messy bun. < Hey, same again! I’ll probably give it a wash sometime today though, the weather is fucking killing me.

How long does it take you to fall asleep at night? Just a few minutes; I don’t struggle with sleep these days.

How many people have you had strong feelings for in the year of 2012? Nobody.

What are you doing for your next birthday? That’s not happening again for the next 350+ days, but for my birthday last week I took my family out to a ramen dinner then that weekend I brought my friends to Zambales for a quick getaway to the beach.

Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Nah, I’m too contentedly single at the moment to consider a date with anyone and just bum them out in the end lol.

Do you believe that if you want something bad enough, you’ll get it? Well sure, but I also know I have to put a lot of work into it as well.

Last movie you watched? Turning Red.

Who were you with? It was with my sister.

Who came over last? My mom’s best friend from college, who came with a pleasant surprise! She came over with this huge tarp for Leni Robredo that we can hang up in front of our house, and I was really excited because I’ve always wanted one but just never had the time to pick one up at her campaign team’s headquarters. I was so happy my mom and sister already had it up by the end of the day.

Have you ever wanted to be a ballet dancer? No, my mom wanted it for me haha nothing can get any more Asian that that.

Does your family keep tons of leftovers in the fridge? Our fridge can definitely pile up with leftovers but not always. When it gets too much my mom will usually have a wipeout spree where we’ll have leftovers for dinner for a few conseutive days, hahaha.

Favourite FRIENDS character? That is, if you like it. Chandler for the boys, Monica for the girls.

Skullcandy headphones, yay or nay? I’m whatever about them; I’ve never had a pair of those.

Are you thinking of getting another piercing? Where? Not really anymore. I was never too big on piercings anyway.

Do you love when people remember little things about you? Sure. Sometimes I’ll feel a hint of self-loathing that I can’t explain?? like “Why would you remember that about me? I’m a really unsignificant human being” idk if I’m making sense. But I appreciate it nonetheless, of course.

Do you ‘bless’ strangers when they sneeze? No.

How many phones have you gone through? Around 7. I’m on my 8th.

Have you always lived in the house you currently reside in? No, we moved here in 2008. Before then I lived at my mom’s side’s duplex, with extended family.

Do you think your future will be a good one? I’m hopeful.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Peppermint

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when you wear peppermint chapstick, you discover Peter hates peppermint

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It started as an ordinary day.

You saw Peter and Ned in the dining hall between classes and went to join them like you normally did.

“Hi.” Peter smiled up at you from his seat when he saw you approaching.

“Hi, Petey.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before moving to kiss him. He craned his neck to kiss you back but pulled away sooner than usually.

It only went downhill from there.

You looked at him curiously and sat down, wondering why he stopped kissing you so fast.

“Oh.” He grimaced as he puckered his lips.

“What?” You looked between him and Ned, hoping someone had answers.

“You’ve made a bold choice today.” Peter nodded as he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand.

“What?” You laughed in surprised.

“A lot of bold flavors going on.” He continued, taking out a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“What is he talking about?” You asked Ned when Peter gave you no answers.

“Oh, I see.” Ned realized. “Is your chapstick spearmint?”

“No, I think it’s-“

“Peppermint.” Peter cut you off with a sour face. “It’s peppermint.”

“Am I missing something?” Your eyes shifted between the boys, still extremely confused.

“Peter hates peppermint.” Ned told you.

“You do?” You laughed and looked at your boyfriend. “Why?”

“It’s so gross. Oh my God, it’s still on me.” Peter gagged as he wiped his lips again.

“What is your problem?” You raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior. “You don’t want to be minty fresh?”

“Thats not minty fresh. That’s disgusting.” He shook his head and rubbed his face. “Ew, my hands smell like it now.”

“How did I not know you hate peppermint?” You sat back in your chair as you wondered out loud. “Is this why you threw up my my gingerbread house party last year?”

“Yes.” Peter answered. “And I guess I never told you because I assumed you would know I hate the most putrid smell on earth.”

“Peppermint is not putrid.” You laughed again, still not taking this seriously. “It’s sweet and minty.”

“No.” Peter shook his head repeatedly. “Evil spawn.”

“No, not evil spawn.” You insisted. “It’s a nice scent.”

“Princess, you know I hate to disagree with you, but I’m pretty sure Satan keeps a an diffuser with peppermint essential oil on at all times in hell.” Peter told you as he squeezed your hand.

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” You teased. “It’s just chapstick.”

You leaned in to kiss him again and he put his hand on your face to push you away.

“No. I can’t.” He gagged. “It’s too gross.”

You stared at him with a dropped jaw, not believing he just pushed you away. You realized that this wasn’t a joke to him and he actually hated peppermint.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Then I just won’t kiss you today.”

Peter said nothing to this and instead nodded, as if he agreed. You raised an eyebrow, expecting him to object like he usually did if you said you weren’t going to kiss him. Peter was a very affection person, so you often teased him by threatening to withhold affection. You looked at Ned to see if he was seeing what you were seeing, and Ned looked scared.

“Oh No.” He gulped. “This isn’t good.”

“Peter!” You softly hit his arm, making him jump.

“What?” He asked.

“You’re supposed to protest!” You told him. “I’m your girlfriend and I just told you I’m not gonna kiss you.”

“And I’m being a good boyfriend and supporting your idea.” He smiled sweetly at you and rubbed your back. You scoffed and looked at Ned for help, but he offered none.

“School is the only place we can kiss each other anytime we want.” You reminded him. “You know Avengers are still banned from dating at the tower. Are you seriously not going to kiss me because of my chapstick?”

“It’s not because of your chapstick.” Peter told you. “It’s because of the scent of your chapstick.”

“Are you sure this is how you want to play this?” You asked Peter, giving him a chance to change his mind.

“Um…yes?” He said weakly, now worried about your sudden mood change.

“Fine.” You shrugged and stood up. “Then I’ll see you at the tower.”

“You’re not eating with us?” He asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“No.” You gave him a tight smile. “Clearly and me and my lips are not welcome here.”

You turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Peter and Ned alone.

“Bye!” Peter called after you. “I love you!”

“That went well for you.” Ned chuckled once you were out of sight.

“You don’t think she’s actually mad at me, is she?” Peter wondered.

“No.” MJ said, making Peter and Ned jump. “She’s not mad at you. She’s upset that you didn’t want to kiss her.”

“How long have you been listening?” Ned asked as he looked up at her.

“Since Ned said Senora Chavez had a nice ass.” MJ stated as she sat down next to Ned. “Listen, I know Y/n better than anyone-“

“Uh, I disagree.” Peter cut in. “Hi, Y/n’s boyfriends, nice to meet you.”

“Cute.” MJ deadpanned. “Best friend trumps boyfriend. Everyone knows that.”

“That’s not true.” Peter snorted. “Is it?”

“No.” Ned answered. “But I also don’t know.”

“What I’m trying to say is, you won’t win this.” MJ continued. “You have to get over your little peppermint tantrum or she won’t kiss you. Simple as that.”

“She can kiss me as long as she’s not wearing peppermint chapstick.” Peter shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with what had happened.

“She’s not gonna stop wearing peppermint chapstick, dummy.” MJ flicked him on the side of the head. “You just started a fight.”

“What? That wasn’t a fight.” Peter insisted.

“It’s a silent fight.” MJ explained. “She’s not gonna say anything about it and wait for you to apologize. If you don’t, then it becomes a real fight.”

“Apologize for what? For hating the worst smell in the world?” Peter scoffed.

“For being a diva and calling her gross.” MJ said like it was obvious.

“I didn’t call her gross.” Peter corrected. “I called her choices gross.”

“And that’s where you fucked up.” MJ made a face. “It’s fine if you don’t want my help, but you’re gonna lose your girlfriend over it.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Peter laughed in dismissal. “I am not going to lose Y/n over something as meaningless as peppermint chapstick.”

“See for yourself.” MJ shrugged and got up. “Later losers.”

Peter sat in silence for a moment as he thought about what MJ had said. You did seem upset when you left, so MJ might be right.

“You don’t think…” Peter began, and Ned knew where it was going.

“No.” Ned assured him. “But also I don’t know.”

“I’m sure we’re fine.” Peter said to convince himself. “It’s just chapstick.”

“Yeah.” Ned agreed. “Unless it’s not.”

“Yeah.” Peter worried. “Unless it’s not.”

Peter couldn’t keep the interaction off his mind all day. He could barely focus in the lab later that day when Tony had to take of you writing down chemical reactions he needed in a future experiment. If you were mad, you didn’t let on. But you also didn’t give Peter the impression that everything was fine. After ten minutes of writing in silence, he poked you with his pen.

“Psst.” He whispered.

“What?” You whispered back.

“You look pretty today.” Peter smiled softly at you.

“Oh yeah?” You tilted your head. “Then kiss me.”

Peter’s face fell, cheeky smile long gone.

“I can’t.” He whispered again.

“And why’s that?” You stopped writing to give him your full attention. Peter looked up as he thought of a good enough lie to tell you.

“I’m waiting for marriage.” He answered finally, making you nod your head.

“Were you waiting for marriage when we had sex last week?” You kept your tone neutral.

“I temporarily stopped waiting and I have now resumed.” He corrected himself.

“You’re an imbecile.” You spoke at full volume now, earning a glance from Tony.

“I hate peppermint!” Peter whined. “It’s gross!”

“Dumb and Dumber.” Tony called to you. “Is everything okay over there?”

“Yes, sir.” Peter calmed down. “Sorry, sir.”

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You laughed humorlessly as you started writing again.

“Princess.” Peter softened his voice and stroked your hair. “Just take it off and we can go back to normal.”

“I don’t want to take it off.” You shrugged. “In fact, I think I need some more.”

“Don’t.” Peter deadpanned as you reached into your pocket and took out your chapstick. You smiled sweetly at him before generously lathering the chapstick on your lips.

“Ew!” Peter began to dry heave and got out of his chair. “I’m gonna barf.”

“All right. That’s enough.” Tony sighed and stopped working. “Peter, hit the showers or something. I need you out of here.”

“Gladly.” Peter said as he glared at you.

“Gladly?” You raised an eyebrow. “And you said I was bold?”

“Y/n. You too. Out now.” Tony commanded so you gathered your things. You started putting on chapstick again, maintaining eye contact with Peter as you did it. He gagged before clutched your stomach while pinching his nose. You blew him a minty kiss before walking out of the lab with Peter following behind you.

“Are you happy now? Are you pleased as punch, Parker?” You spat as he continued walking. “Mr. Stark probably thinks we’re crazy now. Or even better, he’s gonna figure out that we’re together.”

Peter ignored you and kept walking, not wanting to talk when he was angry.

“You know what?” You continued. “He’s probably right. Since only crazy people would hate the luscious, beautiful smell of peppermint.”

Peter suddenly turned around and grabbed you, rubbing his hands over your lips to wipe off the chapstick.

“How dare you?” You gasped. “You ghoul!”

“You’re the ghoul!” He shouted back. “Peppermint is a sin!”

Steve and Nat, who were sitting in the living room and watching this unfold, exchanged a look.

“It is not!” You shouted. “You’re just being dramatic!”

“I can’t help it.” He shrugged. “This calls for drama. I hate it so much.”

“How much?” You asked as you slathered it on again. “How much do you hate it?”

“Please.” He covered his mouth and gagged. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“You need to get over this. It’s just a flavor.” You insisted.

“Demon flavor.” He shot back, hunched over with his hands in his knees and coughing.

“This is super weird, right?” Steve whispered to Nat.

“Yeah.” She nodded as she watched the scene in front of her with a disgusted look. “I think we should go.”

You watched Steve and Nat leave the room, feeling embarrassed with the strange looks they gave you. No one actually knew you and Peter were together, so you could only imagine what they were thinking. You looked back at Peter and saw that he was still gagging, bringing you to a decision.

“Fine, Peter.” You sighed and rubbed your mouth on the back of your hand. “I wiped it off. Are you okay?”

You crouched beside him and rubbed his back, worried he was actually going to puke. He slowly stood up and blew out a breath before nodding.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” He frowned at you. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”

“I’m sorry too.” You said as you rubbed his shoulders. “We shouldn’t be yelling at each other in the hallway. Someone’s either gonna realize we’re dating or think we’re unstable.”

“Yeah. We do look a bit ridiculous.” He laughed shyly as he looked around.

“Yeah.” You chuckled as wrapped your arms around his neck. “And I’m sorry about the chapstick. I didn’t know you didn’t like it.”

“It’s my fault.” He insisted. “I should have told you. And I definitely shouldn’t have gotten that upset.”

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But I should not have taunted you after I knew you hated it. That was mean.”

“Just a little.” He pinched his fingers together. “Are we okay now?”

“We’re okay. I love you, Petey.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek, happy to have resolved it.

“I love you too, princess.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. Before your lips could touch, he sharply pulled away.

“Oh no.” He said gravely.

“What?”

“I smell it.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to freak out.

“It?” You wondered.

“Your chapstick.” He admitted, making your groan. “I can smell it from here.”

“I wiped it off.” You whined, pulling your arms away from him.

“The smell.” He gagged. “It lingered. I cant kiss you. I’m sorry.”

“Are you serious?” You out your hands on your hips and stared at him.

“Yes.” He answered. “I’m sorry. Can we make up but not kiss?”

“You’re not gonna kiss me because of a lingering smell of peppermint?” You said as more than a statement than a question.

“This is true, yes.” Peter nodded.

“Then I’ll see you later, Parker.” You shook your head and walked away from him. Peter sighed sadly as he watched you walk away, knowing that wasn’t how he wanted to end things.

“What was that about?” Sam asked as he wandered into the hallway. He overhead the fight from the kitchen and arrived in time to watch you leaving.

“Um.” Peter thought of a way to explain what just happened. “We had a little fight.”

“About what?” He pressed.

“Y/n is wearing peppermint chapstick today.” Peter answered honestly.

“And that concerns you because…?” Sam questioned.

“I don’t like the scent of peppermint.” Peter scoffed. “Does that make me a monster?”

“So what?” Sam snorted. “It’s not like you’re kissing her.”

Peter turned his face to the side so Sam wouldn’t see his inability to keep a secret.

“Hm.” Peter nodded stiffly. “Yes. It is not like I am kissing her. That was be absurd.”

“Right.” Sam said skeptically. “Because Avengers aren’t allowed to date each other. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Peter nodded too many times. “We’re not dating. I just hate peppermint.”

“For arguments sake, let’s say you were dating.” Sam began. “Because everyone knows that you are but no one cares enough to report you.”

“What?” Peter forced a laugh. “That’s ridiculous. We’re not dating.”

“Yeah. And I’m white.” Sam humored him. “If you were dating and fighting over the flavor of her chapstick, I’d give you one piece of advice.”

“What’s that?” Peter asked.

“Get over it and go kiss your girlfriend.” Sam sighed. “It’s just a flavor, but she’s not just a girl. Don’t risk a good thing over a bad scent.”

“Wow.” Peter soaked it in. “That’s pretty good advice. Thanks Sam. I always thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.” Sam told him. “But I like Y/n. And I don’t want to live in this tower while you two are going through a messy breakup. So make up or shut up. Your choice.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded confidently. “I know what I have to do.”

Peter went back to his room and began to brainstorm ways to make it up to you. Before he could put his plans into motion, he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in”. He called from his bed.

“Hey, Petey.” You spoke timidly as you opened his door. You weren’t sure if he was mad at you or not, and he was wondering the same thing about you.

“Hey, princess.” Peter smiled softly. “It’s nice to see you. I’m glad you came to see me.”

“I missed you.” You smiled back as you sat on his bed. “Whatcha doing?”

“Just taking my daily vitamins.” Peter said as he laid his gummies out. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved his hand to see what his vitamins looked like.

“These are fruit snacks.” You told him as you held up a bright orange gummy.

“I’m so fragile right now.” Peter whispered before downing his fruit snacks in one go. You chuckled a little at your boyfriends antics and scooted closer to him.

“Talk to me about it.” You said as you rubbed his arm.

“I feel as though our relationship is not in mint condition.” Peter said without looking up at you. You caught on to his pun and let out a groan.

“Peter.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiled weakly. “You look beautiful.”

“What are you doing?” You asked skeptically.

“Giving you a compli-mint.” He fed you another pun.

“You don’t have to do this.” You assured him. “I caved. I’m wearing cherry chapstick.”

“You are?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah. I threw the other one out.” You shrugged. “I don’t even like the smell of it. It was just the first one I grabbed this morning.”

“You don’t like the smell either?”

“It’s a little harsh on my nose.” You scrunched your nose. “Plus, it burns my lips.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Peter smiled wickedly.

“What does this mean?” You laughed.

“We are mint to be.” He said with a cheeky smile.

“Stop.” You whined. “The fight is over. No more puns.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.” He held up his hands. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. And I’m sorry I wouldn’t kiss you all day.”

“I’m sorry I yelled too.” You frowned and cupped his chin. “You can make up for it by kissing me now.”

Peter nodded happily and leaned in to kiss you, giving you a real kiss this time. He pulled away and kept his lips puckered, realizing he was tricked.

“You’re wearing peppermint chapstick.” He said matter of factly.

“Yep.” You smiled. “And you didn’t die, vomit, or burst into flames.”

“Hm.” Peter realized you were right. “It stings my lips a little. I kinda like it.”

“See? It’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad.” Peter corrected. “It’s just not as bad as I thought. Maybe I was a little too dramatic.”

“Maybe?” You teased.

“Fine.” Peter agreed. “But you knew I was dramatic before you started dating me. If anything, this is all your fault.”

“Why don’t we blame this on the entire concept of peppermint of call it a night?” You suggested and you laid down on his bed. Peter laid down beside you and wrapped his arm around you, still rubbing his lips together.

“You know what, princess? That sounds like a great idea.”

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multiples-fandomswontkillme · 3 years

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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request: an MC thats very good w playing games or like,,, is proficiently skilled in all game categories or smrhn

alsp hi xander i love ur writing

and can i giv u a kith? if so: mwah 😚

Well I hate to tell ya, sweetie, but I’m not Xander. I’m Jazzy. Hello! I can see why you’d want something written by Xander, though. He’s mad talented (better at this than I am quite frankly) and he’s on the list of people I wish I could write as well as. I guess we can both take a moment to be sad that I’m not Xander… *sigh*... to be Xander… 😔

Oh well, I am who I am and I don’t begrudge that fact. Meanwhile, I’ve wanted to do more shout-outs so everybody go read @sevendeadlymorons! If you’re not… I mean… why not? He’s more than worth your time. In the meantime, I hope I can entertain you despite my not-Xanderness.

Brothers React to an MC Who’s Good at Games and Stuff

Lucifer

Honestly couldn’t care less about the MC’s game proficiency in most cases. So they’re good at games? Good for them, he’s sure they’re happy.

But when they’re playing against him on the other hand…

Well, Lucifer may or may not be skilled at whatever game you set him on (he’s a very quick learner so never underestimate him), but he’s whole new levels of competitive when he wants to be. ESPECIALLY if he already thinks he’s hot shit at something.

Video games? Not his forte. Table top games? One word for you: Chess.

Lucifer believes that he can and will whip pretty much anyone’s ass in chess. That includes Satan, Solomon, Levi, and even Diavolo. He is at grandmaster level.

So imagine his shock, no, his disdain to have lost a game of chess to the MC… The moment they said "Checkmate" he stared at the board in front of them for a solid five minutes trying to work out where he went wrong…

And he wasn’t having that.

He and the MC now have regular chess matches in which he wins some and loses some so the tally stays pretty evenly tied. Really it’s all good fun... (but if they think he’s going to let them go home when he’s on a losing count, they’re Dead. Wrong. He’ll drag them back to down just to play chess with him until the score is right again. He DOES NOT lose, you hear? 🤨).

Mammon

Guess who’s found his gambling buddy??

No, really. He and the MC can make a KILLING at a Poker or Blackjack table! He’s never seen anyone better at poker than they are!! They have nerves of steel and give nothing away, so he’s lost more than a few hands to them before...

Even past the casinos, they’re perfect for making bets on! He once arranged a Devil Cart competition between the MC and Levi and took bets around RAD for who’d win...

Naturally, everybody assumed the Devildom’s resident Super-Otaku would win hands down, but the MC had this insane last minute save with a blue shell and pulled ahead in the last lap!!

He was like, the only person that bet on the MC and he got soooo much money that MC found HIM crying and hugging a bag of Grimm after the match…

Any time they win a game that gets him money, he’ll treat them like royalty for the next week. Man knows not to bite the hand that feeds him!... and creditors at bay... 😬

It may get slightly annoying that Mammon won't stop telling them about gaming competitions where they can get him more prize money, but hey, at least he's supportive, I guess.

Leviathan

Oh they are either his best friend or mortal enemy… Sometimes both in the same day.

Our boy hates losing, can't stand it any better than Lucifer, you KNOW the second he knows there's someone out there who even has a chance of beating him, he gets serious. This is not a "friendly rivalry," MC.

When they’re playing any game against each other, he'll call them by their gamertag/online persona to keep himself focused (yes, even if they’re playing Monopoly). They can't be his MC right now, they gotta be the person he's going to beat...

He's NOT opposed to dirty tactics to win, either. Saying things that will get them mad or flustered mid-match? Check. Using his tail to distract or tease them? Check. Just being a general nuisance/annoyance in game for the hell of it? Guilty as charged!

He's both a sore winner AND a sore loser, so unfortunately MC, you really can't win here... He'll be obnoxious regardless of the outcome.

However… when they’re on the same team, it's really something special. They don't just destroy the competition, they bulldoze over them like an armored tank barreling through rush hour traffic!

These two are legends in the online gaming community and have even started a streaming channel on the side. Sometimes your worst enemies also make the best allies... Who knew? 🤷‍♀️

Satan

Is surprisingly impressed by their gaming prowess. Are they just supremely skilled or incredibly lucky, you think…?

That being said, he's not the biggest gaming man on the planet so he's not too competitive with them one way or the other.

When Satan plays a video game, he usually goes for story-based, single-person experiences anyway so it's not like he could compete with them even if he wanted to.

That being said, they do share an informal challenge of sorts when it comes to puzzle/detective games (a not so guilty pleasure of his). He likes to try and beat the levels first, so when they start playing a new one they'll both compare time spent and scores.

He even enjoys playing those Devildom-style AR murder mystery games with them! It’s pretty cute to watch Satan get into it, he dips into his inner Levi and cosplays as some of his favorite TV drama detectives for the occasion and insists they dress as his co-star (best just go along with him. It’s not a bad time, even if they have to carry around an old tobacco pipe for a few hours).

Asmodeus

Good at games? That sounds dangerously like they're another Levi… 🙄 What about party games? Oh oh, or drinking games??

Actually scratch that. How about ANY game while drunk? That sounds pretty fun doesn’t it??

Like Drunk Truth or Dare!! Oh that's a favorite of his… 🤭

To be fair to the MC, the booze does diminish their skills somewhat (because that's kind of what it does in general) but not by all that much… It's pretty impressive.

He once challenged them to a game of Drunk Twister figuring that they'd be too unsteady to actually win for once, but no. If anything, the alcohol must have numbed the stretching pains because they bent over him like a pretzel!

Not that he was complaining or anything… 😏

He likes to take the MC to parties where he knows a game or two will be played just to show off to the crowd and brag that they’re HIS lovely, talented human! You go, MC, beat that competition to a pulp! 😌

Beelzebub

Sports count as games too, right? Well, they aren't half bad at those either.

Beel found it surprising that he found a human who could actually keep up with him. His brothers rarely want to play practice games with him anyway so it’s pretty exciting to have a sports partner at home!

He likes to ask the MC to help him train with practice matches or to go over certain moves or maneuvers he’s having trouble with. It’s not uncommon for the brothers to come home and find the two of them tossing a ball around in the front yard or something.

And the both of them on the same team? Forget it. It takes the dream team of Lucifer and Mammon (who aren’t just arguing with each other for once) to even come close to a challenge for them.

He also enjoys playing the occasional video game with them, though he treats it a lot like playing with Levi and just assumes he’ll never win unless he gets lucky - which does happen from time to time.

He doesn’t mind losing that much as long as he’s having fun, and if nothing else he can always win against them in an eating contest… He’s got those on lockdown. Come at’em MC, he’ll pack away an entire fridge before you’re done with your first plate. Try him.

Belphegor

So Belphie enjoys a good game or two - video-based or otherwise - it comes with the lazy-bastard territory. He may not be as skilled as Levi, but he can hold his own in some genres.

But he’s given up on beating the MC looong ago.

Do you know how much practice it would take? How many hours that he would have to use?? The hours where he could be napping instead??? Yeah, no thanks. They can continue to be the reigning Super Smash Devils champion for all he cares.

Buuuut even he has to admit, it’s pretty relaxing to watch the MC play something in the background... There’s a certain sort of satisfaction to watching someone who’s good at a game just play it straight through.

If they’re set up in Levi’s room or the Common area then Belphie may come over, set his pillow up on the floor, and watch them play. He may even throw in a comment or two like, “You missed a health pack,” or “Better save now,” but other than that he likes to just let them do their thing.

The MC has had many an all-nighter with Belphie spectating until about 4am or so. Then he’s dead to the world and they have to work out how to get his not-exactly-light demon ass onto a couch…

Or they can just leave him faceplanted and snoring on the floor. Up to them, really cause he did it to himself. 🤷‍♀️

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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🧿🤠🐇🍲🍯: Lan Wangji does not think it’s safe to raise A-Yuan in Cloud Recesses after the Lans participated in the killing of his zhiji and the entire Burial Mounds community (or more accurately that it’s not safe while he himself is in seclusion and can’t watch over A-Yuan, at least) so he delivers A-Yuan to the one person who he knows did not stand against Wei Wuxian (and got away with it, bc this person has never stood against anything, since standing takes effort): Nie Huaisang.

Little Side Door - ao3

Nie Huaisang’s rooms in the Unclean Realm had a little side door that no one but him ever used.

They hadn’t originally. The Unclean Realm was a fortress, designed to maximize protection and defense; there was no better place for keeping things safe by locking them away. While it had its fair share of boltholes and escape routes, they were not common and universally difficult to access lest the enemy learn of them and use them to their advantage. Even the layout of their open spaces were carefully planned lest the attack come from the sky, a concern that only cultivators had, and not about how they themselves could escape – after all, weren’t they all Nie, ready to die rather than endure dishonor?

The little side door that led to Nie Huaisang’s room opened onto a small rock garden, left to grow wild with weeds rather than reveal its presence to more people. It existed only because his brother had ordered it constructed by those he trusted most, all in secret in the dark of the night. He had never explained why he had gone to such lengths to create such an unwelcome and inauspicious place, but then, he hadn’t needed to – Nie Huaisang had been there, too, when his father had descended into madness and they had been trapped in the familial quarters with no way out that did not take them through him. If his brother had been the one to brave his father’s rage directly, Nie Huaisang had been the one stuck in a small space that was only not claustrophobic because it was so painfully familiar.

Now, though his father was long dead and gone, Nie Huaisang had a little side door.

A little side door, and a little garden that almost no one knew about; in combination with the saber that his brother forced him to learn and the golden core he had so begrudgingly formed, he now had a way to reach the sky and the illusive freedom it represented – the freedom to flee and leave his home behind.

If it ever happens again – his brother had said once, the closest he had ever come to speaking of it.

He did not finish his sentence, as Nie Huaisang had thrown his plate into his face and stormed off, steaming mad and close to tears. He did not raise the subject a second time.

Nie Huaisang did not often use his little side door.

Although he enjoyed gardens, he preferred the aviary he’d constructed, or one of the myriad of well-tended gardens in the main part of the sect; even the vegetable gardens out back beside the kitchens were far more welcoming than that sparse straggle of land. He’d only ever spent time there when he was a child and in desperate need of some quiet, wanting to avoid adults with their arguments and their miseries; he’d taken some friends there because he thought it might impress them, but it hadn’t, and anyway his brother had put a stop to that soon enough.

He didn’t even think about the little side door, most days. It was just a part of the room, a small tucked away corner with nothing in it. Nothing to think about.

And then, of course, years after he’d put it out of his mind entirely, there came a terrible banging noise at that little side door, like someone was kicking at it furiously from the outside.

Nie Huaisang nearly fell over sideways in his scramble to get up, and then once again when he realized where the noise was coming from – almost no one knew about his side door and its little garden, and so no one had ever come to him through it. Who would be knocking now…?

He opened it.

Lan Wangji, white robes stained with blood and cheeks bright with fever, shoved something into his arms. “You have a child now,” he said through bitten lips. “Congratulations. He is called A-Yuan. I entrust you with his care, for my sect cannot be trusted with it.”

And then he turned and staggered away, mounting up on Bichen and flying off before Nie Huaisang could say anything – before he could even finish searching his memories and recalling that yes, in fact, Lan Wangji had been one of the friends he had shown the side door to, years and years before, and thus knew how to find it. Before he could even start processing the thousands of thoughts that had spring to life, fully formed, at all the information he’d just received: the bloody robes, the desperation, the reference to the Lan sect – the Lan sect! – being somehow untrustworthy…

He looked down at his arms.

“Congratulations,” he echoed blankly. “I have a child now.”

The child blinked up at him, and then smiled.

“Da-ge!” Nie Husiang howled, rushing into the sect leader’s study where his brother was doing work – luckily it wasn’t receiving hours and he wasn’t in the main hall, as that would have been unfortunate. “Da-ge, you have to help me! I have a child now!”

His brother stared at him, expression blank and mouth slightly agape. The brush in his hand dripping ink onto a now-wasted piece of paper.

“Huaisang,” he said after a moment. “What the fuck.”

Nie Huaisang nodded furiously.

“Where did you get – how – who – what did you do?!”

“I am currently unable to disclose any details,” Nie Huaisang said promptly even as his brother tossed aside the brush and got up, striding over with a storm brewing in his face. “All I can say is that I have to raise this child now. By which I mean, you have to help me raise this child now; I can’t raise children! I’m not mature enough to raise a child!”

“No kidding! Why would someone entrust – to you…” Nie Mingjue trailed off, looking down at the child with a frown that shifted from disbelieving irritation to concern. He pressed his hand to the child’s forehead. “Huaisang, this child has a high fever. We need to get him to the medical wing at once – is that blood?”

“Not his, I don’t think?”

“I don’t want to know,” his brother decided. “Move.”

Some time later, they were both sitting next to the bed in one of the spare rooms in the family quarters; Nie Huaisang thought it might even have been the same one that he’d used when he was very young. A-Yuan was sleeping, and Nie Mingjue was still holding his little hand in his own, having been clocked as the oversize comfort animal that he not-so-secretly was from the very first moment A-Yuan laid eyes on him.

The doctors had declared A-Yuan’s fever to be very severe, but they had applied plenty of medicine – the Lan sect might have more esoteric healing techniques, but there wasn’t anything like the Nie sect when it came to standard medicine for injuries and illnesses associated with the battlefield, and despite A-Yuan’s tender age Nie Huaisang would be willing to bet that his injuries were from a battlefield. They were confident that A-Yuan would make a full recovery, body and mind both intact, although they warned that his memory of the past might be impacted.

Nie Huaisang had thought about all that blood that wasn’t his, of Lan Wangji pale-faced and wild-eyed, and decided that a little bit of forgetting might not be so bad after all.

“Are you going to tell me anything more,” his brother said after a while. “Or should I just give up now?”

Nie Huaisang leaned over and patted his knee. “It’s good that you know your limitations.”

His brother rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe this is my life,” he remarked.

“What part?” Nie Huaisang asked, curious. “The fact that we have a kid now, because obviously we’re keeping him? Or the fact that someone gave a kid to me?”

“Both,” his brother decided. “Definitely both.”

“His name’s A-Yuan,” Nie Huaisang said. “Apparently.”

“Well,” his brother said. “Obviously that won’t do.”

Nie Huaisang had the ability to be sneaky when he wanted to be. It wasn’t a matter of stealth, he had explained to his brother, but sneakiness– a completely different concept. Stealth suggested that he was doing something to conceal himself and required skills and talent, or else a lot of practice, and obviously Nie Huaisang was not going to go in for either of those.

Sneakiness, though…

He didn’t need people not to be able to see him in order to be sneaky. He just needed them not to care about him, or wonder where he was.

“Psst,” he said, knocking on the window to the rooms where Lan Wangji was purportedly practicing seclusion. “Psst! Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji had given him a child. They were definitely past the ‘Lan-er-gongzi’ stage.

“Lan Zhan!” he rapped at the window with his fan. “We need a courtesy name!”

There was some sounds from within the jingshi, mostly stumbling around. Nie Huaisang waited patiently, and after a few moments the window opened and Lan Wangji stared out at him. He was as pale as a ghost with lips as red as blood, and very clearly not in seclusion at all, but rather in the midst of healing whatever wounds had left him bloody – he probably shouldn’t have gotten out of bed to answer.

Oh, well. Too late for regret now.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lan Wangji said, voice dull and eyes blank as he stared at Nie Huaisang. It was unclear if he meant in the Cloud Recesses generally, or here in particular, interrupting his ‘seclusion’.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Nie Huaisang said, scowling at him. “We need a courtesy name! A courtesy name for the child, you hear me? You know, of course, that Qinghe Nie don’t use personal names, not even for children – certainlynot for children older than their first year. It’d be a complete giveaway that he’s not organically ours if we call him something like A-Yuan.”

Lan Wangji raised a hand to pinch his nose. “Please go away.”

“Courtesy name, Lan Zhan. I mean, I may be the one who’ll be raising him, but please think carefully: do you really want meto be the one naming him?”

“…call him Sizhui.”

“Sizhui,” Nie Huaisang repeated. “With the characters…?”

Lan Wangji nodded.

“Uh, no,” Nie Huaisang said. “I need a bettercourtesy name. Are you joking?”

“Nie Huaisang. Go away.”

“But –”

Lan Wangji slammed the window shut.

“…fine,” Nie Huaisang said to the closed window. “Be that way, see if I care. Not like we don’t need to build up a decent coparenting relationship or anything eventually.”

He thought he heard a choking sound from behind the door and smirked.

“Don’t you think you can baby-trap me and just walk away, Lan Zhan,” he said in his best ominous tone. “If you wanted someone to raise your kid without ever consulting you again, you should’ve dropped him off in the Lotus Pier with Jiang Cheng, who’d probably be too busy being confused to even question where he came frome – but no. You came to me. I don’t make decisions in the best of times, least of all good. I have questions. A lot of questions.”

He thought about it for a moment.

“Not about how you got him or anything like that,” he said. “I’m not stupid, I can tell a secret when I see one. But, you know, other types of questions. Parenting stuff. Are you a ‘go sit and think about what you’ve done’ sort of parent? Or more traditional discipline, with copying lines and occasionally strikes when they’re naughty? Do you want him to learn the Lan sect rules along with the Nie sect principles –”

There was a muffled sound from inside the house.

It sounded angry.

“…we can talk about it later,” Nie Huaisang decided. He might’ve pushed his luck a bit too much. “Talk later!”

“You have a…what?” Lan Xichen asked, his smile a little fixed and stare a little wilder than normal.

“A nephew!” Nie Mingjue gushed. “Isn’t he wonderful?”

“Nephew.”

“He’s so well behaved, too! He plays quietly by himself most of the time, drawing and even writing a little, and Huaisang’s already teaching him how to play the dizi –”

“When you say nephew, do you mean Nie Huaisang’s child?”

“Do I have other brothers?” Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes at him. “He’s obviously not yours. Anyway, I know Meng Yao is expecting one, too, but he wouldn’t be dressed in Nie colors if it was his, would it?”

“Yes, but…are you telling me that…that Nie Huaisang…”

“It’s a battlefield child, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue said patiently. “Obviously. Someone entrusted him to Huaisang.”

“Oh,” Lan Xichen said, looking relieved. “Yes, that makes more sense…wait.”

Nie Mingjue waited.

“Someone entrusted him to Nie Huaisang?”

“I know, right?” Nie Mingjue said, and Lan Xichen didn’t notice how strained his grin had suddenly become, or how thoughtful his eyes were as he surveyed Lan Xichen as if trying to find an answer to a question. “I would’ve assumed they’d go for someone more responsible, like you. Guess you never know…”

“I guess you don’t,” Lan Xichen agreed, looking down at the child with a bemused expression. A battlefield child, entrusted to Nie Huaisang… “They must have been truly driven to desperation.”

“Perhaps,” Nie Mingjue said, and then changed the subject to little Nie Sizhui’s accomplishments, of which he could list many at great length and very great enthusiasm. By the time he was done with that, Ln Xichen was so overwhelmed that he didn’t ask a single other question.

“So I’ve got an idea on how to do this whole co-parenting thing,” Nie Huaisang said, cracking nuts to eat. He was sitting next to Lan Wangji’s bedside, and dropping the shells straight on the floor, too, staring dead-eyed at Lan Wangji as if daring him to say something – which he wouldn’t, of course. “Since with Sizhui starting classes soon it’s become much more urgent, on account of me needing you to attend meetings with his teachers and discuss his progress.”

Lan Wangji looked deeply long-suffering. He’d only invited Nie Huaisang inside because Nie Huaisang had threatened to start shouting out his business loudly on account of oh but Lan Zhan, how was I to know if you could hear me in there, I just had to raise my voice just in case because I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the extremelyimportant news –

It was all Lan Wangji’s fault for being born earlier than Nie Huaisang, Nie Huaisang thought virtuously. It was merely Nie Huaisang’s lot in life to fulfill the role of annoying younger brother to everyone.

“See, it’s the music,” Nie Huaisang continued. “You do music, right?”

Lan Wangji’s ice-cold glare suggested that he did, in fact, ��do music’.

“So your brother has been playing this song for da-ge on a regular basis,” Nie Huaisang explained, ignoring the glare entirely. “And when he’s not available, which is most of the time nowadays, he’s been sending san-ge instead. Even though, of course, poor san-ge’s so busy back at Lanling all the time…ughh, it’s so unfair, you know! Poor san-ge has to do all the work of being the heir and gets none of the benefits, and they pile even more work on him on top of that – really, he gets no respect.”

Lan Wangji’s expression suggested he didn’t care.

“And think about the inconvenience to us!” Nie Huaisang sallied forth, undeterred. “People coming and going all the time, da-ge having to interrupt his schedule of spending quality time with me and Sizhui – and sect leader work, of course, though that’s less important – in order to march over to greet them and host them and listen to them…what a pain it is!”

Lan Wangji appeared on the verge of suggesting that Nie Huaisang consider getting to the point.

“So you should come do it instead.”

Lan Wangji’s expression cracked, suggesting that Nie Huaisang had actually managed to make an impact.

“You remember,” he said, voice low and a little hoarse from all that refusing to speak he’d been doing. Really, if Nie Huaisang wasn’t around to goad him into it, he might’ve lost the voice entirely – he didn’t even have little Sizhui around to force him to speak! “That I’m in seclusion. Right?”

“You’re horribly lonely is what you are,” Nie Huisang said briskly. “You require company. Therefore, coming to take up a semi-permanent posting in the Unclean Realm to play the Song of Clarity for my brother morning, noon, and night is clearly the finest way to solve all of our problems, and for you to see little Sizhui as often as you like.”

Lan Wangji visibly wavered. “My brother,” he said, then coughed. “My brother will never believe it.”

“That’s your problem,” Nie Huaisang said. “Find a way to sell it.”

He stood, shaking the remaining shells onto the chair.

“See you in Qinghe soon, Lan Zhan..!”

Lan Wangji was trying to kill him with his mind, Nie Huaisang thought happily as he wandered off with a whistle and a vaguely silly expression. Good – he’d been inside for too long. He needed the stimulation.

“Truly,” Nie Mingjue remarked, strolling around their gardens without any apparent notice of the small child perched on his shoulders, giggling wildly at the feeling of being tall, “I feel far better than I did before! One can scarcely compare it – night and day, really. Your Lan sect’s Song of Clarity is a marvel, even if it does take a while before it kicks in.”

“Mm,” Lan Wangji said, walking slowly with his hands behind his back. He was still unsteady on his feet on account of the absolutely horrific injuries he’d incurred – but if the Lan sect’s response to everything was seclusion, seclusion, seclusion, then the Nie sect’s equivalent response was exercise. These little excursions through the gardens were the result.

Thus far, they were still only doing laps around the main gardens, but Nie Huaisang had plans to eventually force Lan Wangji to go even as far as his own little side garden. He’d made it through his side door once, after all; why not a second time..?

At any rate, Nie Huaisang still wasn’t quite sure how Lan Wangji had talked Lan Xichen into allowing him to come to the Unclean Realm, but it really did make the whole co-parenting business a lot more convenient. And his brother had had so much fun making Lan Wangji stiff and awkward over all his thanks and praise for his decision to come ‘help out’ with Nie Sizhui’s raising until finally, at last, Nie Huaisang had taken pity and revealed that Nie Mingjue knew perfectly well whose battlefield child this was.

Both in terms of who had gifted him to Nie Huaisang, and who’d adopted him originally, and of course even his original surname – The little tot’s been through enough adoptions to make anyone’s head spin, his brother had said, his voice gruff as always. There’s no point in thinking back too far, is there?

Lan Wangji had been very relieved.

“Run, bobo!” Nie Sizhui cried, pointing over at a bird. “We need to get it for Sang-gege!”

Nie Mingjue snorted like a bull but obediently quickened his feet and left the rest of them behind, heading in full charge straight at the wild pheasant that was far more likely to end up on Nie Huaisang’s plate than in his aviary. It was about even odds which one Nie Sizhui meant, anyway.

“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said, his voice low, and Nie Huaisang looked at him. “The Song of Clarity does not take time to work. These effects should have happened at once.”

Nie Huaisang opened his fan, hiding his face as he frowned. “How odd,” he said. “And after san-ge put in all that hard work.”

“Perhaps he played it wrong.”

“Odd,” Nie Huaisang said again. “When san-ge gets so very little wrong…has your brother sent any word on the Xue Yang issue?”

“…he has not.”

“He’s going to need to pick a side eventually.”

“He does not want to make things difficult for his sworn brother.”

“Does he have only the one?” Nie Huaisang asked archly, and Lan Wangji averted his gaze. “It’s awkward for us if he doesn’t back us, and is a bad look besides…truly, it’s a wonder that san-ge managed to squeeze out the time to come here.”

Lan Wangji’s frown deepened. “Indeed,” he said. “One would think his father might be tempted to stop him.”

“Wouldn’t you just?” Nie Huaisang said. “Wouldn’t you just…you know, maybe when you’re feeling better, we should go visit Lanling ourselves.”

Lan Wangji glanced at him, arching an eyebrow, and Nie Huaisang smiled, fanning himself casually.

“I’m not the only one with a little side door,” he said. “Let’s go knocking and see what we find, shall we?”

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