#or that people can seem positive but have (semi)malicious intent

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Hello! Finally it's Chuuya's turn! :D I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy (kinda), established relationship, reader is wearing a skirt for practicality reasons, semi-public sex (in the office), reader gives Chuuya blowjob & handjob beneath the table, ejaculation in the mouth, shoe riding (reader), Chuuya uses "sweetheart" because reader used it for someone else, prideful reader..kinda, reassurance & apologizing (reader), rougher sex, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

* shoe will be cleaned before, don't worry

** I didn't want to make Chuuya as mean and serious as others given that I don't think he would ever be mean to his s/o + given his insecurities and stuff, I imagine him rather shutting down when seriously jealous and hurt than anything. So, I decided to make this lighthearted and Chuuya more so "sassy" and bitter, therefore it's more chill & silly I suppose :3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

"Ahh, you are the cutest!" you say loudly in front of Chuuya's office door, talking to one of your coworkers. This conversation has been going on for a while now, filled with your loud laughs, giggles and praises.

"Look who is speaking. You are the cutest one here..honestly, it makes it easier to come to work in the morning..or night." your coworker replies, so obviously flirting.

Chuuya was already losing his patience, but at this moment all he could do was remain silent as he was waiting for you. There are few parts he can't hear, but this one he hears perfectly.

"Well, thank you so much sweetheart! I will let him know, no worries at all." you say in the sweetest voice you could, making sure Chuuya heard every word.

Frankly, you just thought it would be a little bit funny to see him jealous. You had no ill or malicious intent, you just wanted to get a small reaction out of him.

You open the door, entering Chuuya's office. He was sitting down, evidently piled up in paperwork.

"They finally finished this, luckily it only needs your signature." you say in a bright, happy tone as you walk to his desk, leaving the papers on the side. Chuuya doesn't even lift his head as he speaks.

"Yeah, thanks sweetheart." he says in a slightly bitter tone and it makes you feel excited. You decide to play dumb.

"Aww, you never call me that." you say in a softer tone, observing him.

"Yeah? It seems that's what we call our coworkers here." he says in a disinterested tone, trying to play it off.

"I am more than just your coworker, you know?" you raise your eyebrow, tone barely offended. He remains silent as the sound of the pen fills up the room.

Well, there you have it.

"Okay...can you just sign those papers so I can bring them back?" you ask, losing the playfulness.

"I don't think you will be going anywhere." he says in a mixture of certainess and slyness.

"But-"

"They can wait." he puts the paper together, gently dropping them on the table for them all to line up. He finally looks at you, his expression revealing hints of frustration.

"You seem mad." you say, corners of your lips resisting a smile. You slowly walk up to him as he turns his chair a bit, making an opening for you.

"I am not mad, merely frustrated." he sighs out as you position yourself on his lap. He places his hand on your waist almost instantly.

"Yeah? Something I can help with?" you gently tilt your head as your voice drops a little bit lower. 

"Surely, maybe stop flirting with people right outside my office." he says in a lower tone as well, but not as lustful like yours.

"So everywhere else is fine?" you tease him as you wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a needy look.

"Watch your mouth." his voice is sharp and his eyes squint in momentary frustration. 

"Ahh, are you jealous?" you tease more, gently brushing your fingertips on the back of his head.

"Hah, don't make me laugh." he chuckles, but you can tell your little joke got to him. You shift a bit in his lap.

It kinda gets to you as well, knowing how good he treats you.

This was unnecessary.

You get slightly lost in thoughts. Chuuya notices and begins slowly kissing your neck which snaps you back into the moment. He gently bites on your skin before he leans his lips closer to your ear.

"If you feel bad, I am sure your mouth can do much more than just annoy me and make me laugh." he whispers, voice a bit raspy and you feel your lower tummy filling with excitement. You give him a little smile and begin gently kissing behind his ear, your fingers playing with his hair as you do. He lets out a little sigh and you can feel his cock getting harder beneath you. You lean away from his neck and get off his lap, placing a quick kiss on his lips. You position yourself beneath the table just in case someone walks in.

Chuuya turns his chair more towards you. You unzip and unbutton his pants as he lifts his hips, helping you to slide his pants and boxers down. His cock is half-hard and you wrap your hand around it, stroking it at a medium pace. Chuuya lets out a little whimper of pleasure and relaxation as his cock quickly gets fully hard inside the pressure of your palm. He keeps watching you, his gaze lingering over your face as his cock throbs inside your palm. You lean closer, your lips slowly wrapping around the tip of his cock. You place your hands on his inner thighs for balance and better access. Your tongue circles around the tip, barely touching it and Chuuya places his shaky hand on top of your head, letting out a soft moan.

You gently rub the tip of your tongue over the rubbery portion of the skin, right beneath his tip. His hips slightly jerk forward as this spot is quite sensitive for Chuuya. He begins slowly thrusting his hips and you meet his movement with your head. You gently suck in your cheeks, pressuring his length as your tongue trails over the underside of his cock. He lets out a bit louder moan as you begin moving faster, creating more vacuum-like sensation and stimulating all of his sweet spots.

Chuuya thrusts his hips deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat and you slightly gag. You squeeze his thighs as you keep bobbing your head up and down, moving your tongue in zig-zag motion from time to time. He lets out a sharp groan as you keep applying more pressure and moving faster without giving him a break. You slide one of your hands over his inner thigh, gently cupping his balls and massaging them with your palm and fingertips. He lets a loud gasp, his cock twitching inside your mouth. You slightly arch your back, feeling the precum leaking and coating your panties.

You keep on twirling your tongue around his cock and make your way to the tip, again making a vacuum-like sensation as you suck on it. The tip of your tongue rolls over his meatus, gently pressing in from time to time. Chuuya lets out whimpers and quieter moans more frequently as you bring your other hand and stroke the rest of his cock. He begins quivering in his seat, hips jolting from time to time as he grips your hair slightly. You begin pressuring his balls a little bit more as your tongue slides over the sides of his tip - moving in endless circles. Your strokes become faster and you can feel him pulsing inside your palm.

"Fuck-!" he lets out a bit loudly, a gasp preventing him from speaking further. You smile as you continue your treatment, your panties soaking at this point.

Chuuya's body starts twitching more as he gets closer to his release, throwing his head back to lean against the chair back. He lets out guttural whimpers and moans as you keep up your pace, stimulating all of his sensitive parts and spots. You feel his precum melting on your tongue and it quickly turns into thicker portions. Chuuya is breathing heavily, his breath short and quick as moans keep filling up the room. You feel his tip twitch inside your mouth as he becomes silent for a moment, multiple thick portions of cum finally leaking out of his tip.

As soon as he begins orgasming, he continues letting out shaky moans, his thighs twitching. You keep stroking his cock throughout the whole length of his climax. You swiftly slide your tongue over his meatus, cleaning it as well as swallowing all the cum he released inside your mouth. You slowly let go of his balls as his body relaxes. Using an opportunity, you roughly suck on his sensitive tip a few more times, earning a few loud gasps and a sharp whimper from Chuuya. You let go of his cock as you unwrap your lips, observing his slightly red tip. He swallows, his breathing a bit more intense due to the last move you pulled.

"So, did I earn your forgiveness?" you ask teasingly as you clean the corners of your mouth with your finger. Chuuya gives you a look that was almost telling you "as if".

"You will have to work a bit harder for that." he says slightly breathless as he opens the drawer of the table. You begin slowly standing up and he swiftly puts you back down using his hand. He pushes the top of your head and you kneel in front of him again.

"Not so quick." he says in a serious tone as he takes out the wipe using it to clean his leather shoe.

"I still have paperwork to do, if you want to please yourself.." he pauses and taps his foot on the ground.

"You are mean." you say, slightly pouting.

"You are lucky I even cleaned it." he says with a bitter tone and you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"I am simply busy, sweetheart." he mimics the way you said it before. You sigh out as it seems he hasn't forgiven you yet. 

You slide your panties to the side as you spread your legs as much as possible for your clit to reach the shoe. Your arms wrap around his calf as you try to rub your clit, very unsuccessfully.

Of course he had to make it as impractical as possible. A dickhead.

"Could you at least lift it a little bit?" you ask in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Sure." he says as he doesn't look at you, his cheek resting on his hand as he uses his other hand to write. He lifts his foot abruptly which results in your pussy getting a light slap. You let out a little yelp and Chuuya doesn't even react. You begin slowly grinding on his shoe, your clit finally receiving awaited friction. Embarrassed? Of course you feel a bit embarrassed, but you are too needy to care. You cling onto his calf more as he continues doing the paperwork, not paying attention. A light moan escapes your throat as you rub against the very sensitive spot. 

However, your panties keep slipping back into place which annoys you. You let go of his calf, using one of your hands to keep your panties on the side as you use the other one to provide you support from behind, angling your hips a bit better. Unfortunately, with how cramped it is, it just irritates you even more as there is barely any proper friction. You are too prideful right now, so you keep barely riding his leather shoe, letting out a few moans here and there as you rub the right spot.

Thankfully, you are wet enough so this shouldn't take too long even if orgasm doesn't end up to be intense. You keep on riding his shoe, arching your back a bit more to find a better angle. You finally do as your clit only slides over the tip of his shoe. You let out softer moans, trying to be as quiet as possible. Your movement is quick as you are eager and desperate to cum. Chuuya suddenly lowers the shoe, as soon as your moans get louder, leaving your pussy deprived.

"I know you have evident issues with your loudness, but you will have to keep it down." he says in a serious tone as he looks down at you. 

"Funny coming from you." you say with a slightly accusatory tone.

"It's not my loudness that you have a problem with." you say irritated and he just gives you a small shrug, a little sly smile spreading on his face.

"And your pants are still down, so, you definitely don't bother thinking about somebody walking in or hearing anything." you say bitterly and he shrugs again. You know he just wants to delay your orgasm or make you beg for him.

"You saw right through me. Now what, sweetheart?" he asks in a lower tone.

"Oh will you let that go?! You are a vengeful man." you say slightly louder as you move up, almost hitting your head on the table. He just lifts his foot again, slapping your pussy once more and you gasp out. You almost immediately begin riding his shoe, in a messy and incoherent pace as you are getting annoyed.

You hear Chuuya chuckle as he watches you struggle and you slap his leg. A little "fuck you asshole" escapes your mouth before you can even think it through and your blood freezes as Chuuya's gaze becomes heavy.

"What was that?" he asks, tone low and almost threatening.

"Nothing." you reply quickly as you continue riding his shoe, now more shaky.

"Nothing?" he says as he gives you a prolonged gaze. You let out a small whimper as he lifts his foot a bit more, roughly pressing it into your cunt. You keep on rubbing your clit, quickly building up your orgasm. Your squeeze on his calf tightens as your pussy begins clenching around nothing, a warm heat spreading inside your lower tummy. Chuuya's gaze is heavy and he isn't looking away, completely focusing on you. You keep letting out softer whimpers as your thighs begin to weaken, first waves of orgasm tingling inside your lower tummy.

You are so desperate to cum; you can feel the precum sliding down your pussy and tickling your inner lips. You let out a bit of a sharper moan as you feel your orgasm fully on the edge. Your body is tense, besides your hips that keep rolling in and out, twitching more and more. Just as you are about to reach your release, Chuuya slides his foot away making your hips drop. You drop on the ground and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is desperation.

"Fine! I get it! I am sorry, please let me cum!" you say in a quick and defeated tone. Chuuya almost laughs.

"I have never gotten a worse apology...or begging." he says as he raises his eyebrow.

"...I wasn't begging." you say quietly. You feel a bit prideful, but you feel your pussy tingle with a need for release.

"...Fine..I am sorry for...flirting with that person and calling them a sweetheart, I will never do it again!" you close your eyes as you apologize, unable to look at him.

"I am sorry for calling you an asshole..and for telling you to fuck yourself." you say a bit quieter, looking to the side.

"And?" he asks, obviously amused by your state.

"...And...you are the only one for me, I truly had no intentions of hurting you or anything like that..it was just a stupid way for me to get a reaction out of you. I am really sorry." you say in a softer tone as you finally look at him. 

"Happy?" you cross your arms as you look to the side again.

"Not quite." he says as he moves the chair back, taking your forearm and pulling you towards him. You uncross your arms and finally stand up, your legs feeling sore. He gently lifts you up, holding you beneath your thighs and places you on the table. 

"There is still some frustration I have to deal with, partly because of the work and mostly because of you." he says in a lower tone as he spreads your legs with his hands. 

"But I apologized." you say slightly confused.

"You did, but that asshole, "makes it easier to come to work, blah blah", didn't." he imitates the coworker and it makes you chuckle a little bit.

"And I would rather take it out on you." his tone switches to a lickerish one that sends a quick knot inside your tummy. He gently kisses the side of your neck as he slowly pumps his cock couple of times. He lifts up your skirt and his fingers slide your panties to the side as he aligns his tip with your inner lips, quickly sliding his cock in with one fast thrust. Both of you gasp in as he picks up the pace, his hands resting on top of your thighs. He thrusts quickly, not giving a single break to your g-spot.

"Try to keep quiet, even though I doubt you will be able to." he teases, slightly breathless as his whimpers follow quickly. You narrow your eyebrows, wanting to protest but all that comes out of your mouth are soft moans. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs too weak to move. His skin is slapping yours, producing loud and wet sounds as his pace remains relentless. Chuuya's whimpers turn into softer groans each time his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you. You feel lightheaded and blissful as all of your sweet spots get stimulated, especially when your most sensitive one gets pressured. You let out louder moans, your breath cutting shorter and shorter as he keeps pounding into you. He presses his lips against yours, muffling the sounds. You part your lips and his tongue finds yours quickly, the two of you panting inside each other's mouth.

You move one of your hands and slide your fingers beneath his choker, pulling him closer as the pleasure gets too good. Chuuya swiftly extends his thumb, finding your clit and begins making slow circles on it, complimenting and toning down the vigorous pace of his hips. You gasp out as your tummy twirls with heat, finding strength to squeeze his hips with your thighs. You slowly pull away from the kiss, swallowing quickly as your moans get louder. Chuuya narrows his hips a little bit, reaching even deeper as he does so. You choke out a sharp whine as the sensations get overwhelming, your orgasm coming in prolonged, warm waves.

You slide your fingers out of the grip of Chuuya's choker and neck, gripping on his messed up shirt. His cock starts twitching inside of you as your pussy pulsates and warms up around him, your climax closer. Each time his cock twitches it sends a jolting sensation through your tummy and chest as it pressures your sensitive spot. Your tummy warms up even more, the heat reaching your neck and cheeks as Chuuya keeps circling his thumb on your clit as well as the merciless pace of his hips. Little gasps escape your throat, merging with Chuuya guttural groans.

Your release is on its brink, making your body shake and become weak. With a few more gentle circles and heavy, deep thrusts you finally reach your climax, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Your heavy panting, gasping and moaning drowns out Chuuya's grunts and whimpers. Your legs become weak, falling off of Chuuya's hips as your orgasm reaches its peak. His pace becomes messier as he moves his thumb away from your clit, closer to his own release. His groans and whimpers turn into heavy panting as he places his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly. He puts his head close to your neck, leaning his cheek on yours and letting his warm, quick breath spread on your ear. It makes your pussy clench around him a couple of times and he lets out a loud gasp, twitching inside of you.

He bites into your neck as he finally reaches his orgasm, releasing a few thicker ropes of cum inside of you. The sensation sends tingles up your spine as your legs shiver, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He slows down his pace, making one last deep thrust and staying like that for a few moments. He slowly lets go of your neck, placing a soft kiss on your lips with his trembling ones. Your breathing calms down and he shakily pulls out, trying not to make a mess. You feel shaky yourself as you slowly get off of the table. As you adjust your skirt and panties, you finally speak up.

"For what it's worth, seeing you here makes coming to work easier." you say with a soft smile. Chuuya stops adjusting his pants as he looks at you with a confused and unimpressed gaze.

"We literally live together." he deadpans as he zips his pants.

"Oh." you say slightly surprised, nodding to yourself.

"And it takes five hours to drag your ass out of bed." he continues in a more playful tone.

"Hey! That's only because you-" he cuts you off with a quick kiss.

"I know you enjoy seeing me here, but get back to work before we get fired or worse." he says a bit teasingly as he hands you the papers.

"But-"

"Goodbye sweetheart, I love you." he winks as he places a kiss on your cheek as he quickly leaves the office.

You will definitely get him back for this once you come home.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it means a lot to me! :) <3

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[land-of-classpects-and-analysis]

The Witch Class Analysis

Witches are one of the most well-known and recognizable figures across countless pieces of mediums of media. From the tales parents tell their children in the dark to frighten them, to the pieces of art depicting old, ragged women in dark dresses, pointed hats, and whose skin is boiled and green. They are something that has been around for centuries, though often are left to either be whispered about in hushed tones or written into the skins of trees with the finest of ink. Witches are those who have a reputation for being ruthless, conniving, tricky people who only exist to bring torment and loss to others. They are the voices who sing so lovingly from the darkness of the woods, luring away the yearnful hearts of adults and the curious minds of children. They are the ones who live where no man dares to tread, whether it is in the darkest of woods or the marshiest of bogs. They defy all odds, as well as go against every last expectation the society they are born into. Witches live to be rebellious, to be their own person, and to achieve what cowards are far too afraid to even imagine. Do not think for a second that the Witch Class is exempt from any of this stigma, either, as the people, characters, and fanbase themselves have proven that Witches are still those highly polarized figures. Many have heatedly debated as to whether those attached to the Class of Witch are good in their intentions, or if there is always another motive at foot - if they are serving and bringing everyone along towards a higher purpose.

If you think the easiest solution is to merely walk up to a Witch and ask them what their intentions, motives, and/or reasoning is, then you are someone who will be sorely mistaken. As bubbly as a Witch’s personality may be, they are still people who value their privacy from time to time. For some Witches, it is a fun game of surprise when they reveal a part of their personality no one else had ever suspected for them. However, for others, it is often a type of dagger hidden within their boot - and if the need so arises, the Witch is one with such an agile spirit that their foe won’t even have time to blink before that dagger has flown its way at the foe. Witches are not capricious, though; quite the opposite, really. While some may try to claim that Witches are unpredictable, their identities ever-shifting and inconsistent, this is rarely ever the true case. The fact of the matter is that when a Witch is not talking to others, they allow themself to become lost in their thoughts - their own mindscape - wherein they will be plotting their next move, rehearsing what to say next, how to respond and continue whatever their situation is in that moment.

Witches are those who enjoy making plans, just as much as they enjoy daydreaming about the end goal of all their efforts. A Witch may daydream about overthrowing the unjust government they are in, and how they will be recognized and loved as a hero for countless years to come afterward. No matter how outlandish a Witch’s daydream or goal in life may seem, there will often be no way to ever properly talk a Witch down from even attempting to achieve their dream. In fact, it is often wise to try and not stop a Witch from doing anything, as it will often only lead to one being put onto a long list of grudges - something Witches can be quite infamous for having. A person could try to preach from sunrise to the darkest of dusks to a Witch as to how unlikely, or even impossible, their dream is; however, this will only often make a Witch dig in their heels and attempt to find even more ways for them to make it come true. Although Witches are not miracle-workers like that of a Time-bound, they are still those who often manage to prove that there is no such thing as impossible. There are no rules or laws to a Witch, but rather just simple barriers, obstacles, and suggestions put forth by those far too afraid to step out of their comfort zone.

As mentioned earlier, Witches are those who often have large personalities - especially ones that dip a little more into the extreme level than anything. There is very little one can do when a Witch is in such a mood, even if that extreme feeling is one of negativity. If one seems to find themself in the presence of a Witch at their worst, or at least seemingly slowly descending into such a state, then chances are it would be far wiser to give them the space they need until all negativity has subsided. Even for the most bleeding-heart individuals who may wish to try and help a Witch who is struggling emotionally, do not be far too surprised if you are met with gnashing teeth with venomous, hissed words slithering out from between them. Indeed, a Witch at their worst is never a pleasant sight, for when a Witch has truly gone off the edge there is often very little someone can do to bring them down from such an elevated state.

Now, this may make you confused, or even question how this can be possible. After all, Witches are more often than not kind-hearted people, if only slightly trickster in their jokes and japes and may occasionally jostle a few elbows here and there. While that is true, this is often because one has only seen the very surface of the Witch themself. It isn’t that Witches hide who they are really out of any malicious intent, but it is more often so that they can gain the trust and attention from others, perhaps even going as far as to make a friendship or few with those they meet over time. The reason why Witches often put on these facades of joy and kindness is that they are often afraid as to how people will perceive them - especially if it is in a negative fashion. If one wished to go deeper, one could even say that a handful of Witches are even afraid of themselves and/or what they are capable of when it comes to their extreme bouts of negative emotions. Chances are that most, if not all Witches have one or few people they have hurt in some fashion, whether it is directly or indirectly. When one becomes friends with a Witch, it should most certainly always be kept in mind that there may be days, or even weeks, at a time where there will be the potential of becoming harmed by the Witch you so dearly love and care for. 

For those experienced in the way of Witches and how they may act, these occasional bouts of intense emotions are merely another facet in their life and relationship with the Witch. However, what these people may also be just as quick to announce is how truly devoted a Witch can become to any type of relationship they find themself within. Due to the fact they are often brushed off or viewed through intimidated, skittish glances, the Witch is someone who most likely has some rather tough luck when it comes to relationships - or even maintaining them. Nevertheless, though, it can be seen time and time again that Witches are those who are more than willing and ready to throw themself into all crooks and crannies of companionships they may encounter in their life. Which is to say, when a Witch falls, they fall hard - platonically, romantically, or otherwise. As hectic and nasty a Witch can be when they are in a rather negative mood, their good, more positive moods can oftentimes be just as boisterous and rowdy - if not more so. A Witch’s personality can often depend on what they think of a person - how they perceive them - but even if you are to find yourself on the naughty list of any Witch, chances are that some of them may allow for you to try and redeem yourself to them. Do not mistake this as them fully forgiving you for any harm or grievances you may have put them through, however, as Witches are most definitely ones who can hold grudges until they day they die. If there is an afterlife, then it may be quite likely they will continue to hold on to such feelings, as well.

On the outside of a Witch’s life and social circle, Witch’s can often present themselves as rather mysterious figures of an unrecognizable nature. As outward and bubbly as a Witch may show themself to be, their personalities are still ones that could arguably fall into a type of metaphysical uncanny valley. It’s easy to see that there is always some subtle force causing them to act and look the way they do, and as such, many outsiders may be quick to go about and label a Witch as two-faced, deceptive, or any other nasty trait. Although there most definitely are Witches out there who put on these loving and caring facades to trick others, there will be just as many Witches who merely are hoping to play the game properly so as to win the ultimate prize - friendship, companionship, and, ultimately, love. While their semi-obvious facades may be off-putting to others, more often than not will Witches find themself in the true traveling company of souls left with great weight on them, who have their own demons not yet conquered, and who may eventually give the Witch a taste of their very own bitter, twisted medicine that the Witch occasionally delivers to others. As dedicated and loving as a Witch may present themself to be, this is something that can often land them in hot water. Oftentimes when this happens, it is simply best for those in support of the Witch to allow things to unfold with little to no outside influence. As hard as Witches are known to fall for those who show them love and care, they are just as capable of falling like that of a nuclear bomb - and when they hit the Earth after falling from their Cloud Nine, it is often a good idea to find the nearest bunker from the emotional fallout about to happen. No one involved in such a travesty can escape completely unscathed.

However, do not mistake these moments of destruction as a hint to the Witch’s powers. For it is the Witch that has the powers of being able to manipulate their Aspect, or manipulate through it - oftentimes in an Active manner. This power, along with their personalities and facades, is often why Witches are judged and scrutinized by the people in their life. There are many ways in which the powers of a Witch can manifest, whether it is with their Aspect or not. As quick as Witches are to put on their bubbly, unassuming facades so as to gain the trust of those around them, they are just as quick to try and use their words, the emotions of others, their very own actions and goals to manipulate the world and people around them. For better or for worse can easily depend on the Witch and what their exact goal in mind is, but nevertheless, if the Witch ever so wishes to gain something they want or execute a plan they have in mind but are missing one crucial person or detail, it is highly likely they will find one way or another to twist and squeeze it out of the source it comes from. People may fear any Witch they encounter in life, but it depends on what they exactly fear in regards to the Witch as to whether that fear is well placed or not. For instance, it is not the uncanny facade of the Witch one should fear, but rather how easily a Witch could get away with any terrible act of violence if they so pleased. 

None of this is to say that all Witches should be feared - goodness no. What has been written and stated here is merely to highlight how truly powerful Witches can become, whether they are aware of this or not. Granted, they will never become anywhere near as powerful as a Page could become, but they still are figures that one should always think twice about, especially if any plans would involve double-crossing or harming the Witch. Witches are smart and clever people, perhaps far more than even they may believe. They are the ones who are naturally equipped with their Aspect, and they are well aware as to how they should go about using it to their advantage. Depending on the Aspect, this can be seen in the form of, say, a Witch of Rage being able to twist or win any argument by becoming overly aggressive - oftentimes in a physical or otherwise intimidating behavior that will show itself to be a pattern in the Witch of Rage’s life. However, it could also come in the form of a Witch of Mind who merely uses all of their skills in philosophy and grand-thinking to prove how others are wrong, that they know what they are doing, and also how to create and execute the most perceivably brilliant plan out of anyone. Witches are not to be trifled with or oftentimes even questioned in what they are aware of, even if their plans or actions are morally questionable at times.

When it comes to their friends, Witches will often use their powers to try and aid, help, or even benefit their friends - even if it means bending the rules of their Aspect or whatever environment they have been placed within. Life has felt like a near-constant uphill battle for the Witch, and as such, it should be of no surprise that they are often the ones who will be more than willing to try and make things far easier for those they love and trust. These acts of heroism and spoiling will often be accompanied by the Witch’s rebellious nature - as they are often ones to simply sit down and shut up when ordered, commanded, or even threatened to do so. With this rebellious nature, it may come to some surprise that with the powers of a Witch, they are often known to weaponize their Aspect to its utmost greatest capability. This can often be observed by a Witch manipulating their Aspect - twisting, turning, folding, molding, shaping their Aspect into whatever they want it to be. A Witch of Light could manipulate their Aspect so as to prevent important, life-altering information from falling into the wrong hands. On the same note, though, they are also someone who could turn that information into a source of insecurity, destabilizing the very foundation of the group they find themself within. If a Witch saw it better to make their Aspect into a source of chaos and anarchy, it will be a tough time trying to convince them otherwise. 

Even seemingly harmless Aspects such as Space, Life, Hope, Breath, and more could become some of the most devastating forces in a group of players - if only because something - a broken heart, a false truth revealed, betrayal - a switch being flipped inside the Witch brought them to go and manipulate, to change, their Aspect into something it never should have been. Witches are powerful players for they have just as much power and capability to be the most powerful allies one could ever make, yet are often only a few missteps - a few more shoves - away from falling off the deep edge and becoming some of the most foreboding, dominating entities one could ever imagine. After all, Witches are the ones who often feel their emotions in great extremes rather than a subtle gradient. One other thing to keep in mind when it comes to the Witch’s powers of manipulating their Aspect is that it can come in one of two forms - a Witch can either manipulate the external instances of their Aspect, changing the properties, make-up, form, source, target, what have you. On the other hand, they could manipulate it on a far more internal level, and it should not be surprising to be told that this does mean the internal nature of the Witch themself. If a Witch cannot use their words to get what they want, to change the course in which they seek to mold into something different, if someone is far too stubborn as to not listen to the Witch - then there will be very little one could do to prevent the Witch from reaching into one’s own mind, heart and soul, and pulling them into a dance of strings and puppeteering. Witches are not fools, they are not capricious, they are not flighty. A Witch is always fully aware as to what they are doing, and what they want out of every step they take, every word they say, and every gesture they make. Witches are aware of themself and who they are - who they want to be.

As for the power of being able to manipulate through their Aspect, this is a skill that often takes far more practical, along with a personal, active approach than the Witch may like. After all, there will always be the kind-hearted Witches - the ones with a far higher moral code than others. However, the ability to manipulate through something as bold and rigid as one’s own Aspect is quite possibly the strongest power a Witch could ever acquire. In order to manipulate through their Aspect, the Witch must allow themself to become fully engrossed in the ins and outs, flaws and perfections, ups and downs of their Aspect. They have to fully dedicate themself to their Aspect - become one with it - if they are to ever wish to manipulate through such a core part of who they are. For some Witches, this task will be of no big deal - especially if they have an Aspect that seems far more “practical” to approach and manipulate through. Of course, that means there will be just as many Witches - if not more - who will find countless struggles in their journey to unlock this power and become fully aligned with their Aspect. Although they will never be on the same level of embodiment as their counter-part of Heirs, or of the Master Classes, the power that will come with this process is often enough to justify the trials that the Witch will inevitably have to go through. As for what these trials entail entirely often depends on the Witch and their Aspect, but the end game will forever be the same.

Once the Witch has become one with their Aspect and knows all of its angles, perspectives, and properties, they will finally be able to manipulate through it. This can once again be a far more personal, internal means of manipulation, as well as an external - perhaps even metaphysical - approach. As for the internal approach of this power, this could come with the Witch being a near master with their words, as well as their actions. While before they had a fairly good chance of being able to prove a point or win over some people with their words, these Witches are almost guaranteed to get their way in any situation they find themself within. These are the Witches whose Aspect often revolves around people than anything else, though more importantly how their Aspect affects the people than anything else. By being able to manipulate through such Aspects, the Witch could quite easily sway the minds and opinions of even the most stoic, rugged minded of people in their life, perhaps even going as far as being capable of convincing others that their entire identities and philosophies are wrong and flawed. 

As for the Witches who have the Aspects that reflect a far more metaphysical and/or external factor, they are the ones who could be argued to embody the role of a puppeteer than anything else. They are the Witches who pull the strings from behind the curtain, orchestrating all that they can from within - or rather through - their Aspect. It is because of this under-the-table method of manipulation that their actions often go unchecked, unquestioned, or even unnoticed. By the time anyone may come to realize who is the one to have built up the crescendo of a song they find themself within, it will always be far too late as the Witch is allowed to wander off before any consequences can come knocking on their door. It could be argued that these are the Witches with the most corrupt, twisted, or even shallow morals out of any of their fellow wicked siblings, but it once again truly comes down as to why the Witch would do these actions - what their motives are. In a way, it could be argued that, if one were to present a question that embodied the entirety of Witches, it would simply be one question - “Why?” Granted, if one wanted to dive deeper into a far larger question, perhaps it would show itself as “What is their motive”, “Why are they doing this”, or “What is their end game”. Nevertheless, though, one thing is for certain: there is simply no way to know when it comes to a Witch.

Witches are a Class that has quite a split audience. They are those who are loved, adored, and admired by their fans and friends, and yet they will often have just as many, if not more, people who will hold great scorn and fiery judgment for them. Whether it is because of the fear of uncertainty, the discomfort that comes from their uncanny overly joyous attitudes, the opposite in regards to how explosive and loud their negative emotions can be, or their occasionally gray and questionable morals, the Witch is one who undeniably will have collected a few rivals and enemies throughout their life. Nevertheless, the Witch is one who will try to hold their head up as high as they can while still being mindful not to accidentally look down at people past their noses. As rambunctious and rebellious Witches can be at times, and how they may fail to contain their composure when put under a lot of emotional and/or mental stress, it could be argued that most Witches are simply people trying to do what they feel is right - both for themselves and the people they care for. 

Having a Witch as a friend may appear to be both a blessing and a curse at times, but it could never be discounted that when one has a Witch as a brave and loyal ally, it is often best to always follow in the Witch’s footsteps. Which is to say - always looks on the brighter side of things, even when the world, or even friends have turned around and hurt you in one way or another. The Witch may be a polarizing figure to have in a group, and yes, they most certainly will bring trouble to the table every once in a while, but they are still the people who have seen and experienced what it means to be an outcast - to be different and judged by the rule followers in society. Although their powers may sound scary, and their words may occasionally hide daggers and venom within them, the Witch will always be someone who has a passionate soul, and a kind heart ready and willing to dish out countless love to those in need, and those they deem fit. A Witch is one who will always remain loyal unless proven wrong in their placement - so hold on tight to any Witch you may know and may even have the privilege of calling them a friend. Hold on tight and treat them right, for as kind and caring as a Witch can be, the warnings of their vicious and cruel nature should never be taken too lightly, either. Witches are no fools, after all.

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The Consequence [3]

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Summary: The reader is in search of Charles Blackwood as he’s been missing for several days and not once considering the warning that no good ever comes from being associated with a Blackwood.

Warnings: We Have Always Lived in the Castle spoilers (book and film). Smut (unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, oral [male and female receiving], cum stuff - yeah, I said that) and a swear starts below the cut. I don’t have to remind y’all this is semi/non-canon, right? We all know the kind of character Charles Blackwood is, but for fanfic purposes, I had to make him this way without completely tarnishing his other traits. 

Title Inspiration: “The Consequence” by You Me At Six

Disclaimer: There are characters, dialogue and references from the actual book and film, We Have Always Lived in the Castle. They belong to the author and I take no credit for any of these elements. 

A/N: As of this post, I’ve completed transferring what little of a masterlist I had to begin with on this new account. There’s three more parts to this series left. I honestly can’t tell you when they’re going to drop. They will regardless if anyone is still keeping up with this. 

P R E S E N T

On the way to the Blackwood house, you stopped at a rest area and were able to call your friend as promised. She was relieved to hear back from you, but you were kind of skeptic as to how much everyone else seemed to know about your fiancé’s past than you did. You recounted part of the events that had taken place at Stella’s, just briefly telling her about how much this town despised the Blackwoods. Charles never liked to talk about his family other than how his father was strict and had cut ties with his relatives. You needed clarity and that could only be provided by the man himself.

“Did you know about the Blackwood murder?” You asked your friend quietly over the phone and making sure no one was eavesdropping. This town now had you a bit self-conscious when talking freely of the Blackwood family. She reluctantly sighed and admitted to having heard of it. When you asked why she had never once mentioned that fact about Charles’ background during the early days of your relationship, she responded with how it wasn’t in her place and that Charles never spoke to her about it, believing it may have just all been gossip, which people seem to be really, really good at, and besides, the accused suspect was acquitted.

Charles was as independent as he could be before his father, the only other remaining member in his household, passed away. You had met the patriarch a few times and he intimidated the hell out of you. If you thought your dad was bad, Arthur Blackwood was on another level of discipline. He praised Charles for finding a “pretty one” yet questioned your effectiveness as a wife. While Charles told you not to listen to him, it still bothered you because you’ve heard that kind of talk your whole life from your own father. They made you believe to that you had to be the best damn housewife you could be. You didn’t mind having to fend for yourself at times and you had the basics covered but you didn’t believe you were to live a life full of housework and Charles never chastised you about it. Charles was good to you. How both your fathers were wrong.

After speaking with your friend, who tried to convince you to come back home once more, you soon found a road to follow up the hill to travel on. You began to hear chanting and it sounded like children, so the closer you got the more audible it became, and it was definitely children. Deciding to follow it, you soon found yourself staring at a big house, the top half black and destroyed, confirming the house fire you learned about today. This was the Blackwood house. 

The children’s voices broke your gaze from the castle and you watched as a group of kids throw random objects at the door shouting, “Merricat,” over and over, along with a few awful stuff like, “you should’ve burned with the rest of your things,” “I bet you like to eat babies,” and more to provoke someone or something to come out. When did kids learn to be so awful at a young age? This town was a real piece of work, you thought to yourself. 

You continued to stare as one of the kids started up the steps of the house now resorting to name calling. As soon as an explicit word spewed out of an older kid’s mouth, you had enough. You weren’t sure the kind of people you were about to defend exactly but surely these kids were trespassing and harassing the inhabitants for no real reason other than for their own amusement.

Setting your suitcase down, you walked towards the kids and spoke, “Hey, that’s enough! What did those girls ever do to you? Didn’t your parents ever teach you bullying is wrong?” Their heads turned to you fast and soon you found yourself being a target of their ridicule, now calling you a fellow witch but as you paid no mind to their jeers, they went back to calling out to Merricat. 

Then the tumblers of the door started to echo, signifying that someone was coming out. One of the doors pulled open revealing a teenaged girl with a blank expression on her face, clearly unmoved by the teasing. The children squealed in fear, not prepared to face the subject of their torment. They tripped over their own feet trying to flee the area as soon as they could while also hastily apologizing for their nasty behavior.

None of them seemed to remember you standing nearby watching the whole thing as they scattered and disappeared from view. You turned to look back at the front door, still open and the young girl unfazed, but now staring intently at you. You stared back for a few seconds before speaking, “hello,” you greeted with a small wave to her. You were met with no response, so you kept speaking, “do they do that often?” you asked referring to the malicious children, but she still stared at you. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that. I’m sure none of that is true,” but what did you know other than this girl was potentially related to Charles and you needed to gain her trust to get answers, right? It was wrong but you had to do whatever you could to find Charles, even if it meant manipulation.

Proceeding with caution, you decided to continue, “you must be Merricat,” you gathered that much from the children’s bullying and when she still hadn’t moved, you cautiously began to take a few steps forward, only for her to quickly shut the door close. You had barely made it to the steps when you begged for her to wait and hear you out. You knocked on the door and decided to talk through it, hoping she or someone else would hear you.  

“I apologize for intruding on your property. I can assure you I mean no harm, but I couldn’t standby as I heard those children shout those nasty things.” Surely, she had to have still been standing nearby inside, so you continued, hoping to coax someone to come out, “I can’t even begin to understand how children can learn to be so rotten at a young age and let alone their parents condone that behavior.” After a few seconds, you swore you faintly heard a creak in a step from inside; someone was listening to you. You proceeded to tell them your name and posed as a wanderer passing by. Now sitting on the steps of the house, you stared at the damaged furniture scattered in front of the house. It’s a shame to see it all destroyed. You almost let Charles’ name slip from your lips when you recalled how their families had a falling out, so perhaps it was best to not mention Charles just yet. You weren’t even sure if he’d been this way already, you couldn’t take the townspeople word for anything that much you learned.

The door opened just a crack and you quickly turned to your side. You couldn’t see anyone just yet until it opened wider, so you began to stand up from your sitting position. Soon, you were met with a different woman, who seemed to be around your age. She looked pristine with her brown hair up, bright blue eyes and in a white, makeshift dress that you mentally applauded her for being creative with on the fabric. Her clothes must’ve burned in the fire. You noticed the younger one, the one you were having a staring contest with earlier, stood close behind. The woman offered you a small smile, which you returned, and just like that you knew your plan had worked.

The woman introduced herself to you as Constance Blackwood and her younger sister Mary Katherine or Merricat. She explained how she overheard you trying your best to defend them from the children outside and your story. You properly reintroduced yourself to the two of them, Constance shaking your hand and Merricat staring at it. She made you a little nervous, but you knew it was because you were a stranger. You probably would be suspicious too if you were shut out and casted away from society for who knows how long. Social skills weren’t exactly going to be on the top of the personality trait for a person of such. She would be one that would take more effort to ease up to. Constance noticed your suitcase by your feet and your tired eyes. You didn’t even realize how tired you must’ve looked within the last two days of travel. She invited you in much to the dismay of the younger Blackwood as you could tell from her body language. Her face was still unnerved, but you could still sense her coldness.

Constance apologized for the state of their home and you couldn’t believe she even had the audacity to when you knew the fire was an unfortunate event. To lose most of everything one owned and having to rebuild took a lot on a person and you praised the two for their high spirits. While she warned there wasn’t much to work with of the house being in its current condition, she offered you a spot until you figured where you should head to next. It was a very kind gesture of someone to make to a complete stranger, but she must’ve really been appreciative of your actions from earlier. She was definitely one you could work with. 

You mentioned how you were no stranger to bullying and teasing from where you came from. You were picked on during your childhood because you didn’t like to partake in other kids’ version of fun, teachers weren’t that helpful to your cause and added on with the mental abuse your father gave you your whole life. You didn’t know how you managed to hold your ground and keep it up until you met the one person who’d changed your life.

P A S T

Growing up you frequented the library quite a lot, then the moment you got your own notebook and filled it up, you realized you had a thing for writing. You enjoyed documenting and writing short stories. It consumed a lot of your time. You were in your own little world and you were fine with it because it made you happy, but as it turned out, that didn’t mean it made those around you happy. If you didn’t hear it from your parents, who were puzzled that their eldest child wasn’t finding herself a nice, young man or honing up on household skills, then you heard it from concerned teachers because you weren’t socializing enough. You weren’t hurting anybody, but they were hurting you and one day you just had enough.

During another lecture from your father, he actually laughed at the idea of you making a career out of writing. The lack of support really hurt coming from your own flesh and blood. He compared you to the other model kids and the difference in compliancy between you and your younger siblings. You needed to learn your place in society apparently.

You didn’t know exactly where to run off to, but you went as far as your feet could take you from the village without deterring off too far. You plopped down on a curb and were too exhausted to be alarmed when a stranger soon stood next to you. He crouched down to your level and asked what was wrong. You didn’t respond, mind too clouded with frustration, you didn’t even look at him. Maybe he’d go away.  

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re going to be ok,” he spoke up.

Great, you thought to yourself, “I’m ok,” you said unconvincingly.

“Are you really? You wanna talk about it? It could help,” he suggested.

You sighed loudly, still not looking in his direction, “if I tell you, will you finally leave?”

“Anything you want,” he affirmed.

“Fine. Family drama. There. Goodbye,” you kept it short, but he made no movement to leave, “you said you’d leave if I told you. Why are you still here?”

“You didn’t really tell me anything,” he replied.

“Why do you even care?” You pushed.

“I don’t know. I’m drawn to you I guess,” he said.

“You don’t know me,” you stated.

“True, but I’d like to.”

“Why?”

“You’re quite inquisitive, aren’t you?” He said and you could almost feel him smirking.

“I’ve been told that my whole life,” you said as if that’s a real bad thing.

“I like that.”

“Well, you’d the be the first.”

“I’m Charles,” he introduced himself. When you finally turned to look at him, you paused before going to do the same. He was gorgeous. He gave you a smile, his blue eyes swirled, and hair infused with a lighter shade, in contrast to the natural dark brown, highlighted the front end and top of his fluffy hair. Where has he been your whole life?

When you gathered the sense to tell him your name, you decided you had nothing to lose and tell him what was troubling you. You told him about your aspirations, the lack of support you’ve been receiving lately and that you were feeling increasingly discouraged each day about chasing that dream caused by your own father. You told him that your whole life, you had been brought up to become a proper housewife and that your dream wasn’t going to provide for you, that you needed a man. You told him that the very thought and vision of your life made you more sad than angry.

He listened to every single thing. He didn’t judge you. He didn’t laugh or argue against you as you confined in him. He did tell you that you were capable of creating your own future. You could take all that you’d been shoved to learn and use it towards your own goals. If your own family wasn’t going to support you, then they were going to have to deal with it. You needed to start doing things for you. Charles gave you a sense of hope and he enlightened a whole new vision for you.

“Just know, you’re not your parents…you’re you,” he gave one last advice and you didn’t even realize you’d cracked a tiny small then he muttered quietly, almost to himself, but you still heard it, “wow, you’re so pretty.” After he regained composure, he encouraged you to continue writing and that he’d love to read your work if you’d let him. You felt weak because you felt you could dissolve right there in front of him and bare your soul written in your notebooks for him. 

The two of you spent the whole day getting to know about each other. It was a slight stab when you discovered he didn’t live within your village, but he wasn’t based pretty far. He frequented this village for business purposes and nothing more, but you’d give him another reason to. He’d just returned from a trip in Europe, which enthralled you as he spoke of all the sights he saw. You hated to admit it then, but you were drawn to him too.

Not much had changed at home. You’ve been seeing Charles for a few months now, as much as you could when he visited your village. His business here was long over with, but he came back to see you. This kind of relationship with someone was all new to you. You never entertained the thought of being personal or intimate with anyone because finding a man wasn’t on the top of your list. With Charles, it was easy to go with the flow and besides how could you say no to him? You picked up on the trait that he had a way with words and as a result could be very persuasive. It seemed to rub off on you as you were able to escape your homelife easily as often as you had been, which is how you found yourself in a private room of a motel that Charles was a regular at while he visited you.

You both had returned from a nice dinner and a night out at the dance hall, where you didn’t realize how much fun dancing was. There was always something new with him. You sat at the foot of the bed and watched him walk around the small room. He was leaving to go back home tomorrow, and you both wanted tonight to be special.

He sat next to you, facing you, and it was unspoken but there was full consent as your eyes shone with such eagerness, he slowly leaned in to kiss you. The kiss started slow, a hand grasped the back of your neck to deepen and keep your lips locked as you started to lean back and lie on the bed, dragging him down with you. He pulled your body up to the center of the bed with little effort before getting on top of you. As he braced himself with one arm, his other hand ran down your throat, cupped your breast eliciting the first of many noises from you that night. When he gave it a light squeeze you gasped at how it felt, providing an opening for him to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You’d both made out enough times and you knew it worked Charles up judging by the hardness that would rut against your lower region. By now, the kisses became more feral, he had to detach his lips from you for some air. He looked into your eyes, cradled the side of your face again, his thumb grazing your cheek gently, “I want you. I want you so bad, baby,” he pleaded. 

You stared at him for a few seconds as you fought yourself internally. This was going to be your first time. What if it ruined everything? You knew it was coming. You wanted to please him but what if you’d fail miserably? “Charles,” you started and wrapped your fingers around his wrist then voiced how you’d never done anything like this with anyone. He assured you that you couldn’t do anything wrong to him. It wasn’t enough of a confidence booster, but you felt compelled to please him. His hips ground into yours and your body answered for you by thrusting your own upwards to meet his.

He whined burying his face in your neck, “I promise we can stop whenever you want. You just say the word,” he said breathlessly against your throat. You brought his face back up to yours and reconnected your lips. Your dress had ridden up from his hips’ constant gyrations, giving Charles less of a hassle to touch your legs. His large hands slipped underneath your panties from the waistband to grope at your backside then snuck back out to start running them up and down your thighs, reveling in the soft skin. He gently massaged the inner parts of your thighs before his fingers started testing the waters at your clothed core. Your eyes popped open when you felt him push aside the material and his fingers starting to probe your folds and feel the wetness pooling. He must’ve sensed the sudden stiffness of your body as he withdrew his fingers from you. He broke the kiss once more to look at you. He wanted to make sure you were still okay with this. “Do you trust me?” He asked. You nodded, but he shook his head, “no, baby girl, I need to hear you say you want this-“

“I do. I do want this, Charles,” you answered almost too quickly, afraid you’d lose him then and there. You were a little embarrassed for wanting something you didn’t have much experience in, but months of heavy petting wasn’t going to keep you both satisfied much longer. Go big or go home. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you just have to trust me,” he assured you.

“I trust you,” and to prove it, you moved to sit up and remove your dress. His eyes cast down at your chest still confined by your bra. You felt a sense of pride when you caught him biting his bottom lip. His moment of weakness allowed you to take control. You grabbed his hands and placed them back on your breasts. He snapped out of his trance and his hands began to wander behind your back to the clasp of your bra. Once unhooked, bra tossed aside, he lowered his head and his mouth instantly attached itself to a nipple. He paid attention to each and only the increase intake of your breathing and harsh tugs at his hair, were indicators for him to move on.

You watched as he sat up to remove his clothes and the sight of him bare always left you in awe. He reclaimed his position over you and lips with such fervor then started trailing down your body. You picked your head up to see him leave kisses around your abdomen and hips. Your legs spread apart for him instinctively and when Charles hooked his fingers on the hem of your panties, he looked up at you once more only for you to give him a nod. When the last bit of your garments was taken care of, you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until the first bit of contact his mouth made with you. Your head dropped back down, hips bucking involuntarily, as he experimentally flicked the tip of his tongue to get a taste of your arousal. He brought an arm over your hips to keep them buckled down before he began his onslaught.

Charles seemed to love what he sampled; his tongue ran a stripe up your folds before going to suck on your clit. He continued this method until he was sure you were enjoying it and judging by your moans increasing in volume mixed with your ragged breathing, you were. You started to reach a brink you were almost scared of because your body was experiencing a new height of pleasure.

To kick it up a notch, he slowly inserted a finger in you. Your hips jerked once more under the arm, deciding you wanted to feel more, he pushed in another finger, this time the force of your hips bucked up even harder. You subconsciously began massaging your own breasts, wanting to feel pleasure all over. Charles briefly looked up and moaned against you at the sight of you touching your body. He loved the developing sexual confidence you displayed for him. The vibrations of his moans only egged onto the sensation you were feeling. The combined efforts of his tongue and fingers plunging into you soon had your legs quivering and body desperately lifting itself up from the mattress. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when his fingers curled, brushing the spot to trigger your release. Soon, your pussy clenched tight as you came around his fingers, he was reveling in the juices of your first orgasm, “so good, so sweet,” he uttered while lapping up as much as he could.

Your head was pushed far back into the pillow under your head as you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat from your orgasm. You brought an arm over your eyes, slightly ashamed that you must’ve made a mess on his pretty face and the slight toll it took on your body. You didn’t notice Charles make his way back up to you and when he grabbed your arm to remove it from your face, the sight of his mouth and chin glistening from your arousal had you aching once more. He didn’t think twice when he leaned in to kiss you and you weren’t sure why tasting yourself on his tongue turned you on. With another surge of self-confidence, your hand started to rub the bulge prominent in his boxers. Not that he could see, you blushed at its length and hardness. He took your hand in his and guided it inside to wrap around him, eliminating the thin barrier as he tugged them off fully. Your hands stayed in place, slightly stunned at your actions, “it’s okay, baby, remember you can’t do no wrong,” he tried encouraging you. You moved your hand up and down feeling the soft flesh and ridges of his cock with each stroke. He had occupied himself with leaving tiny bites and marks on your neck as you continued with your movements.  

Charles flipped the both of you around suddenly, you now on top straddling him with your hands now planted on his chest. He shifted his hips to get comfortable but doing so only allowed his member to run past your wet pussy. He groaned at the contact and started shamelessly begging, “help me out, gorgeous. I’m begging you,” while slowly starting to rub up against you. Even though you drilled the fact you were inexperienced in his head, you wanted to please him. He had to have sensed your hesitation and took a different approach. He traced a finger along your lips and poked it in your mouth for you to suck and gather some of your saliva before he removed it to rub the wetness on his cock. Charles repeated this notion and the harder you sucked on his finger, the harder it became for him to control himself, “oh my God,” he whined watching your lips wrap around his digit and the feeling of your tongue as he imagined that sensation on his throbbing member. Seeing Charles that weak and drowning in pleasure gave you another confidence boost as you slid your body down his until you were face to face with his dick. You grabbed him and poked your tongue out to lick the tip. When that initial contact was through with, it was easy enough for you to run a longer and broader lick from the base to the tip before engulfing him.

Once you had a good pace set, your cheeks hollowed around him and hands made quick work to occupy the rest that you couldn’t intake.“Fuck, you look so good with my cock stuffed in your mouth,” he stressed when he made eye contact with you. You soon discovered a distinct taste and texture in your mouth as he started oozing precum. One of your hands slipping down to palm his balls, you tried your best to not make a mess as a mix of fluids started to escape your mouth and slide down his cock. It was a work alright, but knowing you were making him feel that good made you feel even better. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Charles stopped your ministrations the first time you gagged when you took him in too deep; feeling your throat constrict around his cock almost threw him over the edge prematurely.

You pulled away and sat up looking at Charles, awaiting your next move, your eyes shone with unshed tears from the brief lodge of your airway caused by his cock. You were a mess as you wiped at and licked your lips from any excess fluids.

“I don’t believe you,” he said with broken breaths as he lied there trying to collect himself, “I don’t believe that was your first time,” he clarified giving you a devious smile. You let out a small sigh of relief before blushing once more. “Come here, beautiful,” he commanded, and you obediently crawled over next to him. Charles’ body hovered over yours once more, parting your legs to position himself in between and hooked them over his waist. You let out a whine feeling him drag his hard cock against your sopping pussy, coating himself.

“I need to hear you one more time,” he said, lips brushing against yours, “I need to hear you say you want this.”

“I want this. Charles, I want you,” you confirmed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He slowly pushed in, while paying close attention to your face beginning to contort with the pain of him stretching your walls.

“Baby, you’re gonna have to relax a bit,” he advised once you started to clench, your body’s response to block the pain, you hadn’t even realized you’d pulled him closer to you. He pulled one of your arms away from his neck to look at you before saying, “I promise it’ll feel good,” then pecked your lips. You nodded and tried to keep his promise in mind as you bared through the stinging feeling of him pushing further in. Once he was fully encased in your warmth, he let out a moan, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. You both lied still for a couple of minutes, taking in the feel of absolute closeness. You felt so full because of him and he was warm because of you. “I’m gonna move, ok?” He warned you.

Charles started to pull away slowly then pushed back in a little faster, eliciting a moan out of you. His mouth agape as he stared at you again, the pain mostly erased and replaced with pleasure, your body was growing accustomed to him. You couldn’t stop the moans escaping your mouth with each thrust he made and Charles smirked as he reveled in the fact that he was making you feel that good and he hadn’t even pulled out all the stops but that would have to take some time. One particular thrust had you dragging your nails down his back and yelp, “oh my God,” that was it. Charles let out a groan from the stinging on his back, but he knew. He found it. He hit the spot. He did it again to make sure and this time you thrust back against him.

You were too lost in ecstasy and from the languid kisses he left all over your body; you didn’t see his hand trail down between where your bodies connected. His fingers started to hastily rub circles on your clit. You didn’t know someone could bring so much pleasure to you, but here was Charles doing just that. His name repeatedly spilled from your lips as your body swam through the waves of euphoria from your second orgasm. Feeling your pussy squeeze his cock, he immediately crashed his lips to yours, letting out a throaty moan and unable to pull out, resulted in him filling you with his hot cum. The kisses became sloppy, your hand tugged at his hair, matted with sweat that it started to curl, as the warmth spread all over you. You let out a whine when he finally withdrew himself from you, some of his cum starting to leak out. He couldn’t stop himself from scooping a small amount on his finger and bringing it up to your lips, which you expertly took in and sucked the digit clean.  

He marveled at your state of bliss. The way both of your hands grasped at his wrist to hold his hand in place, your eyes closed, moaning at his taste, covered in a sheen of sweat, hair stuck to your forehead and sprawled all over the pillow, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Damn. You’re perfect. You did so good, baby,” he said almost at a loss for words before kissing and praising you the night away.  

Your relationship with Charles only grew deeper and your dad was beginning to get suspicious as to where you were off spending your time and even nights away. It wasn’t until he heard talk of his daughter being seen around town with a suitor. When your dad had confronted you about it, you were almost relieved because you didn’t know how to bring it up. Maybe he would finally get off your back now that you were heading in the “right direction” of becoming a woman of society, whatever bullshit that was. He insisted you invite your new beau over to formally meet him and you were pleased to find Charles having no problem at all with meeting your father. You were reluctant to agree, hoping your father wouldn’t run him out of town.

That night, after preparing and setting up for their first encounter, you saw a shiny, red car from the window. It was a bit puzzling, but when you made it out to the front porch and saw your boyfriend behind the wheel, you shook your head. He always had to show off, but that was a part of him, and you really liked him.

“How’d you manage this?” You asked referring to the new car.  

“Baby, I can be very persuasive,” he said placing his hands on your hips to bring you closer.  

“Oh, don’t I know it?” You teased before finally greeting him with a kiss. You heard snickers and giggles from the inside of the house and pulled away to shoo your younger siblings away.

Once you made it inside, you were greeted by your parents. Charles smiled brightly at them and you let go of his hand when you noticed how your father stared hard at the both of you. You were his daughter after all. Charles didn’t seem to crack at all under the look and confidently introduced himself with his hand out for your father to shake. If looks could kill, you thought that was the look, the one your father was giving Charles at that moment. He shook Charles’ hand out of sheer courtesy before stalking back to the dining room without another word. You were confused at your dad’s sudden coldness in front of a guest but also because not too long ago, he seemed to entertain the idea of you finding someone and finally meeting that person.  

Charles doesn’t show any sign of defeat at all. He knew your dad would’ve most likely not have taken a liking to him. Your dad wasn’t as subtle when he grilled him with unnecessary questions. It went unbothered by Charles. It confused your younger siblings. It somewhat embarrassed your mother. It angered you. When Charles leaves that night with a hushed promise to see you tomorrow, your met with your dad, who is really disappointed that the one man on this planet that you do take interest in is a Blackwood.

“How do you fail to mention that you’re courting a Blackwood?” He demanded once it was just you and your parents.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You were really confused now.

“That boy is bad news. I thought you had better judge of character,” he scolded.

“Charles has been nothing but good to me,” you tried to convince your dad. You looked behind him and the expression on your mom’s face was sympathetic, “Mom?” You asked for her help.

“I’m sorry, honey. It might be best if you stopped seeing Charles,” she advised. You just shook your head in disbelief at the lack of support from your parents, but what was new right? You never seemed to have their support these days.

“I don’t get it,” you said finally voicing how you’ve been feeling less part of the family, “you’re supposed to be my family and be happy for me-“

“We do want you to be happy. You’re just not going to find happiness the longer you stay with him.” Your mother tried to reason.

“I’ve felt nothing but that with him!” You countered, but what success did you ever have with that against your parents? 

“You really don’t know,” your dad scoffed at your naivete, “Charles comes from a crazy family with a dark history. No good will ever come out of being with a Blackwood-“

“His family is not him,” you cut your dad off, “and the both of you aren’t me,” you closed this argument and stalked off to your room.  That was the first of many times you’d hear your dad warn you about Charles and he’d just hope you’d be wise enough to leave him.

#the consequence #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x y/n #charles blackwood x female reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood imagine #charles blackwood fanfic #charles blackwood fan fiction #charles blackwood #whalitc #we have always lived in the castle #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfic #charles blackwood smut #sebastian stan smut #mrwinterr writes #sebastian stan x reader

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A Follow-up on The Attunement: A Warning on El Paso, And What It Taught Me About The Importance of Building Symbolic Vocabularies

Today’s post will be a follow-up on events that have transpired in the last 48 hours, since I received my energetic attunement from my guides. The last two days have been interesting, exhilarating, and intense. I’ve felt a very clear shift in my ability to receive information from Spirit, and the events I’ve experienced have helped me figure out some useful things about how this energy works. They have also emphasized to me the importance of working with your guides to both fine-tune and expand communicative vocabularies.

As a quick recap, in case readers don’t feel inclined to revisit the previous post: Two days ago, I woke up to the awareness that I had been a sent a clairvoyant image, for which I was also given claircognizant instructions on how to find it. The instructions quickly led me to the correct photograph of unrest in Hong Kong. When I went to channel later in the day, my guides confirmed that the image had been transmitted to me with the intention of bolstering my latent clairvoyant ability. After obtaining my consent, my guides then gifted me with a powerful energy attunement that they said would help me develop my clair-senses, quicken the manifestation of my goals, bring through new teachings, and also aid me in energy healing through allowing me to work together with a new healer spirit guide. This energy could be passed on to other people simply through intention and mutual agreement. The experience of the attunement was electrifying, and I was able to pass the energy on to three people by the end of the day, reactivating it at will. All of them reacted palpably and positively. The most important piece of advice I received was to be very intentional about where I directed the energy, and to take even more care than before to avoid manifesting my fears through worry.

Having sent this energy attunement to three people, now, here is what I have figured out, so far:

1. This energy will adapt itself to the needs of the individual receiving it. Salvador’s instruction to be intentional in how it is directed is aimed not only at me, but at the recipients. They will gain the most benefit from the energy of the attunement when they clearly define what they wish to use it for, before receiving it.

2. It seems that when the energy is passed on, the attunement may work in a way similar to a strong, one-off energy healing, geared towards the recipient’s needs. I do not yet know if the attunement can be passed on by people who receive it from me. I suspect that in many cases, it can, depending on the person, their proclivities, level of psychic development, and intentions.

3. The energy is passed on simply by saying an opening prayer, re-activating the energy through intention, receiving consent for the attunement, and then visualizing the energy pouring into the recipient. I find myself using sound in the the form of whistling to help transmit  it. The process takes about two minutes, but the energy can reach the recipient with a slight delay.

4. For me, the attunement has definitely strengthened my clairvoyance, and for some reason, at the moment, this is currently manifesting as being tapped into events that make international news headlines. I seem to be open to new methods of communication, with new guides.

Aside from these considerations about the nature of the energy and how it works, the events that have happened since the attunement have given me much to process. One sequence of events in particular, while upsetting and linked to a great tragedy, has already taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of giving our guides a rich bank of knowledge, or vocabulary of symbols, to work with when transmitting information. 

This post will meander somewhat, but I think it’s important that I document and share everything that has transpired so far.

In the hours that followed the attunement, I enjoyed a great sense of well-being. I felt peaceful, grounded as well as energetically “whole,” as if any energetic cords of tension or lack linking me to other people had dissolved, and all my personal energy had been restored. Then, in the evening, something unexpected happened.

I had come back to my home in Brooklyn after a long day of running errands in Manhattan, and was planning on visiting a friend. Before leaving the house, I plopped down on the sofa in my living-room - which is where I usually do my channeling work - and dozed off for what must have only been fifteen minutes.

Within that short period of time, I quickly fell into a dream. I found myself looking at a room with dusty, red curtains covering the wall, which felt a little similar to some of the Argentine tango salons I frequent. As in those salons, people were gathered near the walls, but somehow, the situation felt more like a family wake than a tango milonga. Some of the 20 or so people, of all different ages, genders and sizes, I knew were of Mexican descent. They didn’t seem to see me back. I was merely an onlooker. Only one man standing in the crowd - a dapper Mexican gentleman with distinctive, almond-shaped eyes and a moustache, wearing a suit and tie - turned his gaze to me momentarily, and nodded slightly, a strange, solemn look on his face.

And then, I knew, they were dead souls.

I didn’t know why I had been brought into the presence of this particular group, as I didn’t seem to have any personal connection to them, but they seemed to belong together in some way. Perhaps they were merely there because, for whatever reason, I happened to be seeing into their particular frequency band of the spirit world? Then, as my inner eyes scanned the crowd, they finally alighted on a sweet, familiar face. It was my friend from film school, Louie.*

Wait a minute. What was Louie doing in the middle of a group of dead souls?

What did I know about Louie, lately? He was young, recently married, and had a lot of life to look forward to. He was also of Mexican descent. Yes, he had had a health scare about a year ago, but had recuperated well. He lived far away, in Texas, and I hadn’t seen him in ten years. To suddenly see him standing there, surrounded by dead people, I thought, could only mean one thing. He had either suddenly passed, was about to, or was in mortal danger. As my concern mounted, my awareness inched towards a panicked lucidity. Something was terribly wrong. As my consciousness came hurtling out of the vision, I tried several times to physically call out Louie’s name, but no sound came out.

With my eyes still closed, but awake, now, through my eyelids, I could see and feel something that felt like a dense, red ball of energy, flashing with heat near my face, like a warning sign. It was as if it was broadcasting some kind of code containing all the emotional and intellectual information that was being transmitted to me in the dream. Every time it flashed, I felt the emotional response of terror flaring up. However, I knew the energy itself was not malicious. It was merely a semi-sentient package of information from Spirit - perhaps a thought form - very vigorously doing its job. It flashed a few times, and then, it was gone.

I opened my eyes, sat up, and tried to process what I had just experienced. It was a hot night. My fan was off. I sometimes have nightmares when I’m too hot. The inability to call out, and the feeling of the flashing ball of energy, surely were symptoms of sleep paralysis? On the other hand, after the morning’s very powerful developments, could my intuition be so off that I would dupe myself into thinking I had received a mediumistic communication of this caliber? That didn’t sit right, either.

I opened up my phone and looked up Louie’s Facebook page, half dreading to see a sudden outpouring of condolences on his wall. There were none.

Louie was safe and sound, in El Paso.

Over a late dinner, I hashed over everything that had happened with my friends, still not quite knowing what to think. Why had I seen Louie like that, when he was OK? Why couldn’t I shake the feeling that this was not just a vivid nightmare with some special effects added in for good measure, but a communication from Spirit?

The following morning, as I was going over the morning’s news headlines, I was reminded of the image I had been sent clairvoyantly as a prelude to my attunement. Despite its actually having been set in Hong Kong, when I had received it, I had mistakenly thought the scene was taking place in an Asian area of Russia. Now, instead of the Hong Kong protests, it was protests in Russia, in which hundreds of people had been arrested, that were making headlines. I wondered if the claircognizant information had been deliberately split to be relevant to both events: Russia and Asia? (This is how my guides’ verbally coded shorthand sometimes condenses information.) The question of how to process geographical information in Spirit communication was about to become more pressing.

I took the train into Manhattan with the intention of going to write in my customary café. It is worth mentioning that on the way there, another strange synchronicity happened, which I’m sure was orchestrated by my guides. I took a slightly different route than usual, and was serendipitously all but pulled off the street into an event where 25 shamanistic healers were conducting a group sound healing ceremony. I hadn’t been to a gathering like this for years, and the timing so soon after my attunement seemed perfect. (I had, in fact, been planning on attending events organized by the group behind it for over a year, but simply hadn’t gotten my act together.)

As I exited the event, I checked my phone. And that’s when I saw the headline: A mass shooting was taking place in El Paso, Texas. Where Louie lived. In fact, Louie was the only person I knew who lived there, and the first thing I would think of anytime anyone mentioned the city. Two possible suspects were still on the loose. The situation was still unfolding.

I quickly checked to see if Louie had posted anything online to let everyone know he was OK. Yes. He had posted a warning for people to stay away from the area of the shooting. Thank God, he was probably fine, and it was the proximity of the shooting that had triggered the warning I had received. I quickly messaged him, stumbling a bit over my wording, telling him to please stay safe. Then, I hoped for the best.

By the end of massacre, 20 people were dead, and at least 20 more, injured. I was haunted by the feeling of terror I had felt the night before, but Louie and his loved ones were safe. And that’s when I understood what had happened in the dream, and why.

The dream I had on my sofa was an authentic mediumistic communication. However, the reason I had seen Louie in the middle of the group of souls who were about to pass so tragically was not that he was to be among them, but because my strongest association with the city of El Paso, was Louie. Simply put, because of how my mind was wired to decode information, “Louie” was shorthand for “El Paso.”

This is where the lesson in this experience can be found.

It’s important to remember that Spirit will use the existing knowledge within the mind of the medium to give concrete form to intangible energy - which is why different mediums receive information in different ways. This is also why competent instructors of mediumship will encourage students to build up their knowledge of different subjects - and a bank of symbols for different concepts. If you memorize an entire book of baby names, Spirit won’t have to work as hard to get you to hear names in a mediumistic context. If you familiarize yourself with symbols associated with different faiths, you’ll know what a turban with a miniature dagger in it symbolizes, and what it does not. If you read up on the history of fashion, you might have an easier time pin-pointing the era and culture a spirit is hailing from.

…And if you familiarize yourself really thoroughly with geography and landmarks, well, Spirit won’t need to use your still-living buddy as a symbol for a city where a massacre is about to happen, scaring the crap out of you.

…And you will no longer confuse Moscow and Hong Kong.

Geeze!

This is an excellent takeaway.

I’ve heard stories of developing mediums who get so upset about receiving communications on tragedies, that they just say “Nope!” and shut down, sometimes for years. This experience was emotionally challenging, but didn’t make me want to reject the communication. So, last night, I sat down, and said to my guides: ���Thank you for sending me this information. I do want to continue to receive truthful communication even when it’s unpleasant. But let’s make a deal. I’ll read up on landmarks, geography, and a whole bunch of other stuff, and you will use that new symbolic vocabulary to fine-tune your transmissions, so this kind of confusion doesn’t happen again, OK? Please make sure I don’t get scared that my friend is in mortal danger, unless it’s true and there is something I can do to help, or you at least know that hearing about it will soften the emotional blow.”

Now, it’s up to me to hold up my end of the deal. I am confident that they will hold up theirs.

What areas of knowledge do you think might help you with your Spirit communications? Do you have areas of expertise on which you find you will more readily receive specific information? What symbol systems work best with your communications? Think about how you can expand and develop them!

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*Name changed to protect privacy.

#attunements #energy healing #spirit guides #precognition #intution #mediumship #symbolism #channeled messages #spirit #spiritual #el paso shooting #psychic #psychic medium #clairvoyance #psychic development #sleep paralysis #dreams #prophetic dreams #lucid dreams

[rhymesswith]

Relating to “Call-Out Culture”

So many people on this grand cyber wasteland that we call home need to review their basic reading comprehension.

A large number of people seem to operate under the impression that every other member of their chosen social-media community is evil/ignorant/malicious and that it’s their divine mission to call them out on every little imagined crime. It’s like they’re stalking the web looking for something to pounce on.  And if they can’t find a real reason, they project ill-will on some undeserving person.

I’m riled because of a recent interaction my friend had. Our city’s transit system just announced a new initiative where people can store their bus pass on an apple-watch type wristband so they can quickly and conveniently tap-in and out. My friend commented on a FB article making a joke about how “maybe this will help the disorganized people who always wait too long to get their pass out and leave us all waiting in the rain, they should all have to wear them.” I forget exactly her wording but it was obviously a joke. But someone commented back basically aggressively accusing her of being ableist, you know the usual “have you thought that there may be many reasons that someone is taking a long time to get their pass out??” and of her wanting to “force people to wear it as punishment” just because you “can’t handle a bit of rain”

Because of course. Let’s break it down. Basic skill #1 should be: DETERMINE IF THE THING IS A JOKE. Unless the joke is being like, at least semi-directly racist/sexist/prejudiced etc etc…maybe consider leaving it be? It was just a stupid joke, a pretty relatable one I think? It rains a LOT in Vancouver it’s our thing, and there’s ALWAYS a clusterf*ck at the station gates of people scrambling with their wallets. It’s not that deep. If you don’t think it’s funny just scroll. on.

Basic Skill #2: Try to use your brain and determine the point the person is making. For example, during the 2016 American elections I made a post relating what was happening loosely to the previous Canadian election, drawing a parallel between Trump and out former Conservative PM Stephen Harper , and Hillary Clinton and our current Liberal PM Justin Trudeau. Long story short my intention was to bolster my American follower’s spirits and encourage voting by saying “Hey look, we managed to overturn our majority Right-Wing gov by uniting against the big bad guy that we wanted out. This was done largely by an unprecedented national push to get young people to the polls, as well as voting strategically not for the party you necessarily wanted most (I would have voted NDP not Libs) but for the party that had the best chance to oust the Conservatives (in my riding that was the Libs). And then, inevitably, I was attacked by one particular person who focused on the one bit where I praised Trudeau for being better than Harper. Because, you know, Trudeau is a flawed human who has failed to keep election promises, vastly underdelivered on the missing-and-murdered indigenous women initiatives, generally leans more to the right than he let on, etc etc. HERE’S THE THING THOUGH. I know this!!!!! But I was making a very different point!!!! That they just decided to completely ignore in order to tear me apart for the one short sentence in a very long post. I never said that Tudeau was a flawless angel socialist saviour, just that he was preferable to re-electing Harper who had been our PM for nearly a decade already, but the person was very obviously scoping the #canadianpolitics tag looking for and wiff of Tudeau positivity to sink their teeth into.

Basic Skill #3: Don’t immediately get hostile. Unless the original post already has, maybe start with a polite inquiry instead of immediate and passionate self-righteous wrath.

If my friend had commented about the transit wrist-bands something along the lines of “This is a silly gimmick and a waste of tax-payers’ money!” A reasonable and informative response would be “Hey have you thought about how useful it might be for people with cognitive/physical limitations? Or people who rely on public transit to go for grocery runs or transporting their children and might have their hands full? It would be very useful for them!” if OP then responded with “Fuck you I don’t care about the disabled!!” THEN you may get indignant.

TLDR: Y’all just need to take a second to consider if your opinion is necessary. This kind of blindly hostile and self-superior lashing out if why people hate “SJWs” and call us “special snowflakes.”

#rant time #call out culture #how much do you want to wager i get called out for a post on call outs? #sorry just #i get so mad because sh*t like that dilutes the very good and valid points that some people try to make #you should absolutely try to educate your peers if the situation genuinely calls for it #but take a hot second #and don't project the ill-will you want to see when it's not actually there #because lord knows the world is full of enough actual hate #don't see it where it's not #personal #opinion

[aclownslove-blog]

Surprise

Hey guys. So, I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted a one-shot. I’m so terribly sorry. The last few months have been interesting and emotional for me, and I may not be as active come this summer because I’m getting a job before I go off to college. I’m going to try and post as much as I can until then. And so, as a semi-late celebration of 250 followers, a whole quarter of a way to 1,000, here’s a fluff one-shot that hopefully won’t turn out shit. Thank you guys for your continuous support. It means a lot you guys still read and reblog/like my one-shots everyday. It makes me happy.. Anyways, Enjoy! - A

Thursday, September 9th.

“Shit,” Harleen mumbled to herself as she dropped the keys to her apartment to the floor. Once again, she’s proved to herself how unfocused she is. She can’t help it, though. Her patient has managed to manipulate her under his will and now he’s escaped thanks to her. She has to live knowing she helped one of the most notorious super-villains has escaped Arkham once again, and has plans for her.

Quickly grabbing her keys, she focuses and manages to unlock the room and enter swiftly, shutting the door behind her without thinking. She locks the door and even pushes a chair underneath the knob for precaution. As for the rest of her apartment, she locks the windows and closes the blinds. But no matter how safe she may have felt locking and closing everything, something still felt wrong.

She stayed still for a moment, and took a few seconds to listen and watch out for anything in particular. And, she did. A creak from a door nearby, most likely her closet. Aware of someone being present, Harleen grabs a bat nearby and holds it, hands still shaky from finding out the news earlier this morning.

Slowly, cautiously and very safely approach her room. She snuck up next to the door way and in a swift motion jumps to the doorway, startling both herself and the person who showed themselves. Green hair, cold blue eyes and a shirtless torso with an elongated purple, crocodile leather jacket. There’s only one person she knew that had a lot of tattoo’s on his torso and skin was paler than the moon...

She threw her bat down at the sight, given it wasn’t much help since he was holding a gun up at her. “Geez... Nice seeing you too, Doctor...” he says sardonically. He lowers his gun and instinctively, she runs and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him into a warm, welcoming embrace.

As much as she didn’t like to admit it, she missed him. She hadn’t seen him in days and now, here he was, presenting himself to her. She also didn’t like the fact she was admitting to herself she’d fallen in love with a psychopathic criminal. Stockholm’s syndrome those at Arkham would call her situation, but there was more to the story than manipulation. She had voluntarily opened herself up to him, and he did, too. Even if it was a whole lie, he still knew what he was getting himself into and the thought of him willing to put his reputation and life at risk made her happy and warm.

Surprised by the action, Joker’s arms remain frozen just above her back until he had enough and gently pushed her away. “Where have you been?” Harleen asked, genuinely curious as she’d been worried for his safety during the entirity of the two days he’s been gone.

“Handling business, darling. Paid some people a visit... some less pleasant than others...” his grin was malicious and he smiled from ear to ear. Harleen’s somewhat porcelain cheeks turned to a faint, rose pink; a color Joker enjoyed on her skin and wouldn’t mind seeing it somewhere else...

“Not that it’s a surprise, but... how did you find where I lived?”

He shrugged, disappointed she didn’t figure out he had men in the city. Anywhere, and everywhere. She was constantly being watched and followed someway, somehow... “I have men in every place, Harls... You know this,” he brought a thumb to her cheek and gently caresses her cheek before pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Of course she knew this, she just figured he’d find some hacker to find out her social security number, address, phone number and everything else that was meant to be for her eyes only.

“I got you a surprise,” Harleen spoke up, remembering the things she’d bought for him a few weeks into their developing relationship. She never got to show him, so she thought perhaps now would be the perfect time.

Joker raised an eyebrow, curious but silently telling her to elaborate. Harleen raised a finger and told him to leave the room. He hated being told what to do, but in a moment like this, he couldn’t pass it up. He walks out and she shuts the door before going through her closet and finding the cotton material of a shirt dress. It was a coral pink, she stripped herself of everything excluding her underwear and slipped the comfortable dress over her. Once that was on, she put on a garter belt and then stockings, attaching the garter belt to the stockings. 

Harleen took a moment to fixate her curly, long hair in a way that made her appear more sexier. She looked and felt sexy, but in the back of her mind, she wanted something different other than sex. She needed a break and he needed it from him.

She slowly opened the door and leaned against the doorway, staring as his back was turned and awaiting his reaction. When he turned around, he didn’t know what to expect. But, what he saw was beyond his expectations. He observed how lose the shirt dress fell over her body, the way her hardened nipples were prominent as well as her thighs with the garter belt and stockings. The sight of her was arousing, but her face seemed to have different intentions tonight.

Tonight, she just needed someone to hold onto and physically assure her she wasn’t alone. Joker saw that beneath her eyes and to her soul. And maybe, just maybe, he needed that too. Joker was serious all the time, he rarely took moments out of his day to relax, let alone lose himself in a female. Er, well... anyone, really.

Neither of them had to say a word, he took off the long purple jacket and threw it to the floor as well as the somewhat restraining pants, leaving him in his Batman underwear. How ironic, Harleen thought. She chuckled, but didn’t waste much time as she crawled in her bed, above her sheets and he followed. Joker sat up and allowed her to crawl under his arm that snaked around her shoulders and to her lower back, where his hand now rested. Her head laid next to her arm-pit, her hands rested over his tatted chest.

This feeling brought strange feelings in the pit of Joker’s stomach, something he never felt before. It was uncomfortable. It felt good in a sense, but... uncomfortable for his taste. And for the rest of the night, they changed many positions until they both fell asleep peacefully.

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[questwithjess]

An Open Letter, to the ‘Affected-By-YouTuber-Scandal’ Community:

**below includes some adult language and extensive discussion of sensitive topics** 

Okay, so…this is mostly regarding the current, Logan Paul debacle... 

I don’t often comment on these kinds of events; but this, plus Felix’s 2017 issues, have made me feel that it might now be irresponsible, not to try to explain some of the idiosyncratic, psychosocial phenomena, at play here.

Be warned, I’ve got a long, strange, tangent-prone, and distinct opinion: and it’s one, I imagine, not many people are going to approve of, or share in with me. 

Nor, is it the opinion most people would expect of someone who has, both, had a close friend commit suicide by hanging; and who also, on a separate occasion, found the body of a very close loved one. These are devastating experiences, and that goes without saying. However, the equally-unavoidable truth, is that these experiences are also highly subjective.

Of course, in Logan Paul’s case, we can all agree, including Logan himself, that he handled this more-than-badly. And honestly, if that was someone I loved in his video, it would be much harder for me to say this: but, even so, I do think that there’s more to this situation to be addressed, than just to vilify a still-maturing, still-youthfully-impulsively-irresponsible, career-choice-YouTuber.

And this is where context becomes SO important; because BOTH sides are morally right, to a degree.

These actions are both condemnable and defendable: because these actions will have various, subjective effects, on…you guessed it…various subjects.

And poignantly, in manifestation, it’s a lot like Felix’s fiverr-scandal in early 2017.

Yes, if you look at both of these situations emotionally, without deeper objective-analysis; they are both just insensitive, unnecessary, and hurtful faux pas that could’ve easily been avoided, by being more empathetic and heedful of overall feelings, decency, and political-moral-correctness. 

Yet, if the inquest is about whether or not these actions were done from an intention to harm or offend, or from an intention to inform or entertain; then, it’s no longer so simple to judge.

Philosophically, it can seem reasonable to declare, that such subject-matters should never be ‘entertainment,’ informative or not. And, this has long-since been an ethical-dilemma, for artists of all kinds. But, never before, have the rules for navigating this dilemma, been more complicated and unclear than they are now; and have been, ever, since our lives became inexorably-bound to the internet, and to the various forms of technology that, now-constantly, keep us attached. This is why, it becomes paramount, for all our well-beings’, to judge each situation, as calmly and rationally as possible. 

But, back to the individuals’ in question, and their remiss indiscretions. Remember, both of these incidents are related to highly-emotional situations, and cover topics where feelings run especially, and understandably, deep. 

And so, this naturally brings up part of the unwritten social contract, into which all well-known entertainers, of all mediums, enter. Their ultimate-success, is based on their fans; and the riskier the material they choose to feature, the more they are gambling with losing the favor of many of those fans.

However, this is where YouTube – and particularly, being a successful, 20-something YouTuber, coming into your emotional and neurological-maturity inside of the bubble that is YouTube – creates a unique, and incomparably-surreal, experience. 

This is especially true, in terms of inevitably-testing moral boundaries via their content; since, unlike other types of celebrities, YouTubers pretty much manage and represent their work, themselves. And, in many cases, they have very little image, or buffer zone, or entirely-fictional character, between them and their interactive audience. 

It is entirely up to them, with millions of viewers (and sometimes, the entire media-public) watching, to walk the tightrope of an incredibly-elusive balance. They have to continuously keep their fans, and YouTube, and the public happy; whilst in the process, also staying, both, financially-profitable, and personally true to themselves.

Whether they’re conscious of it or not; along with this career they’ve chosen, they’ve also accepted a constant struggle to reconcile all these competing factors, on a nonstop, daily basis.

Their lives, essentially, become YouTube. 

Everything becomes their content.

And to be inside of that uncanny-surreality; is to look at life, through a new cognitive-filter. 

So, it’s these psychosocial phenomena of artistically-detached-ethical-mystification and real-world-surreal-world-disconnect, that, in my opinion, explain exactly how and why Logan & his friends, did not preemptively, realistically-consider the probability of encountering a deceased person in Aokigahara.

As much, as why Felix didn’t completely, realistically-foresee that he was eventually going to cross the ‘too offensive to be socially-acceptable’ line, and that the consequences for doing-so, would be so undeniably-far-reaching.

And so, this is where I plead; not, for you to ever ignore your feelings, or to ever give these guys a pass when they screw up. 

But rather, merely, to try to understand them, hear them out, let them explain, and accept their sincere apologies when they offer them.

Remember, their worlds exist, always adjacent and attached to, the precarious mediums of YouTube, video, and the internet. And, because of this, they are eternally sharing with us, pieces of themselves.

Sharing with us, their best and worst moments.

And so, before we only exactingly-express our criticisms; I feel as though they also deserve these practical considerations. 

I also, truly believe, there’s a way to express your disagreement with their actions, without cruelly and hatefully trying to tear them down as people. 

For better or worse, they made these mistakes while trying to show people something that they’ve never seen before. And yes, their negligent actions do have consequences; but so too, are there consequences to the actions of those who maliciously-attack the non-malicious-actions of others. Just something to consider.

This is a good place to note: I know, it might sound like I’m just defensive-fangirling, but that’s not, quite, the case.

And I’ll totally admit, I do have some bias, in Felix’s case.

I have watched, the illustrious, ‘PewDiePie’ for years. 

Yes, because I find his...particular...humor, uniquely-engaging.

But, even more so; it’s because I find him cathartic. 

As weird as it is to admit; he’s like the male, Swedish version of who I used to be, personality-wise. To the point where, I often, literally, predict what he’s going to say or do, before he says or does it. Also, he looks just like an old friend of mine; and, I mean, they are nearly identical twins, down to the voice.

These are totally-subjective reasons for viewership, I know.

But, they lend to the fact, that the core of my appreciation of him, may be one of sympathetic-thoughtfulness; but, it is in no way, mindless-fan-worship. 

More than anything, my qualitative, if not abstract, comprehension of his identity, comes with the ingrained acknowledgement and acceptance of his semi-flawed morality. 

Just as I acknowledge and accept my own flawed-morality, past and present.

And, in truth, it’s that very-same ethical-imperfection, that allows him to create his ever-inimitable, and beloved, brand of comedy. Just as mine, allows me to try to honestly and empathetically analyze, both best and worst of occurrences. 

Experiencing his humor, has seriously taught me invaluable lessons; and it’s one of the most emphatic examples I have, in understanding how similar moral-identities can improve, hold-steady, or decline, dependent on the presence of differing, relative life experiences.

So, basically, I guess I think of Felix as a study-guide: called to YouTube by our mercurial and morbidly-hilarious universe, itself. I don’t always agree with what he says or does, but I'm constantly seeing the world in new ways, because of the distinctive perspective that he offers.

That being said, even though I understand and appreciate his humor-driven, moral-ambiguity; I do not deny the negative consequences that inevitably manifest, when anyone pushes that line too far. 

Which, as we all know, last year, he did.

But, again, this is why context is so important. Felix’s satirical-humor is indeed, often offensive; but, it has never, once, been from a hateful place. 

Disaffected, and cynical? Maybe.

Nihilistic, and reckless? Maybe.

But, hateful? No, never.

It might be true, that he doesn’t always take these issues seriously enough, given his young, vast, impressionable audience and the current human-rights-atmosphere of our planet; and, that does, honestly, bother me sometimes. But, I also can’t ignore, that though seriousness and compassion are not the defining trademarks of his channel; they are the definite cornerstones of his charity work.

In the bigger picture, I’m not sure if there’s any way to create honest comedy, without producing both positive and negative effects. Or, whether or not social-moral-consciousness should empathetically-supersede that comedy. But, I do know that, for every person, full-spectrum-conscientiousness grows at its own, individually-singular rate. And our complete-empathetic-capacities develop, as our relatively-occurring life experiences, catalyze their transformations.

Though he’s already grown so much, over the last few years; something humorless, and close to his heart, may further-change how Felix sees the world, one day. And that change, might in turn, further-affect his personality, his humor, and thusly, his YouTube content. But, if not or until then, his cleverly-jarring-comedy will continue to enlighten, for his viewers, the full scope of human nature. The good, the bad, and all the indescribable-weirdness, in between.

But, back to my main point...    

With Logan Paul, it’s a very different story. I’d heard of him plenty, but had never actually watched his channel before all of this; because honestly, besides Felix and a few others, I don’t stay current with YouTubers, the way I once did. Though, ironically, after this whole disaster, I actually have developed a certain kind of respect for Logan as a creator; and it’s one, that I wouldn’t have had, otherwise.

That sounds horrible; but just hear me all-the-way out, okay? Please?

His previous content that I’ve, now, just checked out, trying to get a read on him; has been mostly funny-but-frivolous, classic-youth humor and drama. 

I found his personality to be a trite-but-interesting-enough, pesky-but-charismatic blend of unique and basic; that typical, early-20s-mixture of being part authentic, and part who you think you’re supposed to be, for popularity’s sake. Overall, my impression was that he was probably a decent-enough guy, but definitely still had lots of work to do, towards cultivating his full-identity.

Also, low-key, it became clear, pretty quickly, that he hadn’t yet been tested with real adversity in life. And, in practice, whenever you combine that inexperience with an oblivious, just-go-with-the-flow attitude, eventually you’re in for a rude awakening.

But, that’s just me being a hindsight-oracle. 

And I’m sorry, because that rarely helps.

Anyway, my point was, that Logan was definitely not my usual viewing-material.

Too much trendy-mainstream-consumerism; not enough peculiar, thought-provoking, or meaningful substance.

Until this.

Like it or not, this is a significant – yes, albeit a profoundly-intimate – moment, that he’s captured.

Carelessly and invasively, he captured this moment: yes. 

But, like for any journalist, even an unintentional one, is that not what it takes to capture the most awe-striking, and heart-wrenching of real moments? The moments that change our understanding, and our shared-humanity?

I think, it was not his conscious-intention to witness real death, even in the so-named ‘suicide forest,’ and because of that oversight-in-judgement and logical-preparation; his reaction was one of shock, and not one of sense.

But, after consideration, I feel that when he momentarily-shared that video with the world, it was, surely, not only for the views. 

I think he posted it, because once the cameras were finally off, he felt the power of that experience and he knew that witnessing such reality, had changed him, and thus, that it could change others. Though, how it would change them, he most likely did not fully comprehend until after he’d posted it.

Now, either way, I’m NOT saying that I endorse the choice he, originally, made. 

Posting that full, graphic video was always going to be damaging to many people. And whether he truly realized how vast the scope of that damage would be, before the public-outrage made it so-decidedly clear; that’s something only he knows, for sure. Regardless, he quickly removed the video, and stated his sincerest regrets for any pain that he caused. And I actually found him to be melancholy and heartfelt. His past hubris, seemed considerably diminished.

Nonetheless, if I’m being totally honest, whether this is why he posted it originally, or not, I believe it still remains true: it is within these intensely important, scary, solemn, palpable, unforeseen experiences, and all the weird ways that we honestly, humanly react to them; that we learn some of the most memorable lessons.

No, we should never knowingly seek to exploit others’ pain in order to learn, or to teach; but, when we haphazardly-happen upon that pain, and become a part of it, I believe not learning from it, would be the even-greater wrongdoing.

In this case, that meant watching-unfold, the aftermath of one of the saddest-actualities of life; as well as, concurrently, watching-unfold the realest experience of Logan Paul’s life, thus far.

Yes, 22 means he’s a man, and not a boy. But, in reality, at 22 the prefrontal cortex is still developing. And the full processing-spectrums of judgement-capacity, reflection and discretion, and rational-awareness in regard to the accumulation of significant-life-experiences, are all still developing.

For fuck’s sake, he said he’s never even seen (not just never found, or been near, but never seen) a dead body. That means he’s never been to an open-casket funeral yet, in his 22 years of living. Imagine that life-experience bubble. Then imagine, on top of that, you’re a semi-wealthy, (white) American youth, who doesn’t really respect or understand the deeper side of life yet, because you’re still just in that ‘live fast, have fun, do you, chase your dream’ mentality.

Inside of this, you can tell that he did not thoroughly grasp what that forest meant, before going there. And if that ignorance offends you, you are more than allowed to feel that way. 

Intellectually, it seems obvious that knowing the stories, and encountering the weight of their truth, are two, very different perspectives. But, sometimes this cannot be fully-understood, until a real-life experience shows you. 

A fact, that will hopefully never be lost on Logan, his friends, or any of us, again.

And that’s one reason, anyway; why I think sometimes, awful mistakes, like this video, need to happen. 

Of all the paths, in all the forest, they wound up there. From a semi-average ‘YouTuber-on-location’ stunt; to a legitimate test of character, for all of us.

I think, that what they were expecting, was an abstract-legend. They thought they’d have a regular camping trip, scare each other with ghost stories, and then add in some PSA, as an afterthought. What they got was a life-altering experience in true reality; one that they hadn’t wholly absorbed yet, while they were filming what we saw.

This is where it also, must, be understood, that for some people who experience this (discovering a deceased person), especially for those who have lived safely-sheltered lives, or for those who are used to employing emotional-compartmentalization; when they are suddenly faced with real, unfiltered death it can take quite a while for it to really, viscerally hit them.

This perplexing state, is metaphorically-comparable to a dazing-fog of surreality.

And the length of the adjustment-period, back to aware-acceptance, is defined by many things; including, whether or not that experience, has an audience, taking precedence over it.

Yet, this is one, vital reason, why the public forum exists: so, that we can see that we all deal with these difficult situations differently, and to learn to accept and not judge or hate that.

Yes, we may, unavoidably, feel as though they did not handle the situation respectfully. And those are absolutely valid feelings. But, how the guilt will find them later, and the good they may do because of it; we cannot, yet, know.

Yes, for some, the emotional-reaction is instantaneous. They cry. They scream. They pray. They beg. They just shut down. 

But, also yes, that other times, they keep on filming and then post, simply because that’s what they’ve always done, and they are still in the process of understanding the gravity of all that’s just changed. 

Though they feel it later, they still feel it deeply and truly.

There are SO many reactions, I could never list them all. 

This is the nature of death. And, it affects us each, differently.

But, when we’re faced with the unthinkable, I feel, we can either look away from what’s painful, and never fully see it; or we can accept the discomfort that comes with looking right at it, and learning from it all we can, in order to save others.

Because I can guarantee you, someone saw the harsh-reality, in that video; and it was the sobering wake-up call they needed, to no longer romanticize, or glamorize, or trivialize the idea of suicide.

Someone saw them reacting slowly, and casually, and not handling it perfectly; and finally stopped beating themselves up, for reacting the same way in a different-but-similar scenario.

And yes, unfortunately, given his young fan-base, there were also, assuredly, some morbidly-curious kids who were faced with their first, visceral dose of life-and-death reality. Whether that was a maturing-lesson or a scarring-trauma; again, will be subjective to the child. 

I, myself, experienced a very similar test while still in elementary school. And, though I did, consequently, have a great-many complicated feelings to work through; overall, it taught me some very crucial truths, about seeking out adult knowledge as a child. Truths, which would later, prove to save my life.

All in all, there are many interpretations, perspectives, and outcomes.

Negative, and positive. 

Things work out in as many ways, as there are people and possible choices.

And we don’t all feel the same, about what heals us and hurts us, when dealing with tragedy.

Plenty of people, feel that no matter how shocking your choice of how you talk about it is, that the most important thing is to express yourself truthfully and genuinely. And, what he posted was definitely-not sensitive or tactful: but, it was bravely, brutally, and transparently honest.

My final point, more than anything, is this: I feel that, as negative as the whole situation is (and this applies to almost-all other such ‘celebrities’ and ‘scandals’), adding more negativity, almost seemingly-trying to push Logan to the brink of the very-despair we’re all supposedly-fighting; this helps, literally, no one.

It, especially, doesn’t help the memory of the person whose life was lost.

Instead, we should all be honoring that person by learning their story, respecting their memory through not further-using them for our own agendas, and also, by associating with them a peaceful-event, where we choose to look at the full-spectrum of life’s volatile-truths; in order to finally love each other and ourselves a little more, and to treat each other and ourselves a little better.

So, let’s all be better people, right now; by finding a way to express our negative emotions, without casting excessive and divisive shame and hatred. Because, fundamentally, in their use, they undermine the very-worthy cause, we’re supposed to be defending.

We’re supposed to be, being kinder to each other, and to ourselves.

Kindness > Blame

Forgiveness is a virtue, to all. Always. 

Especially, when it’s challenging. 

So, no matter how obscure or famous the person: find a way to be kind.

This is how the most lives are saved, in the grander scheme.

Note: Though this is an open letter; its intention is to provoke contemplative silences, not angry responses. I hope that I portrayed the fact that I respect everybody’s right to their opinion, whether they agree or disagree with the opinions I’ve stated here. And though, it is my true hope, that one day we can all talk these things out rationally, rather than emotionally-reacting with wrath; ultimately, that’s a choice every person has to make for themselves. So, if you agree with what I’ve said: thank you. If you disagree with what I’ve said: thank you. And if you’ve fully-understood all I’ve said: double thank you. Seriously, I’m obviously a very long-winded, over-analytical, micro-editing, weird-stream-of-consciousness kind of writer. I’m sure to most people, this will read as confusing and all over the place. But, hey, that’s just my manifestation of truth. Thanks, friends. Be well.  

#youtube #loganpaul #pewdiepie #analysis #opinion #openletter #life #socialcommentary #felixkjellberg #youtubers #scandals

[brentbennett]

Umm I'm also a huge fan of your writing and ghost!Shane is everything to me, so if you feel like writing another prompt, I was discussing this idea with a fellow Shyan fan and would love to see it brought to life! Basically Ryan is a paranormal detective investigating a very famous paranormal hot spot, and Shane is a ghost who just wants some attention. Hijinks ensue. Bonus points if Shane argues about ghosts while he's a ghost ("it's just the wind," his disembodied voice says 😂)

tysm i’m a huge fan of YOUR writing as well!!! thanks for this prompt!!! i LOVED it lmao. also this is like, a pre getting together fic?? i didn’t want to make it too long lol. also, shout out to @faequill for coming up with the idea of shane being a park ranger, a headcanon i 100% support :)

“It’s okay, Ryan, you’re gonna be okay, ghosts can’t hurt you,” Ryan says to himself. He’s shaking, and it’s not from the wind; even though Philadelphia is cold, Ryan’s trembling stems from being scared shitless in this jail cell. Ryan’s gonna have a word with whoever sent him to Eastern State Penitentiary if he ever gets out of here.

“I mean, ghosts can’t hurt you physically… but emotionally? I can insult you all I want,” a voice says. Ryan turns around, shining his flashlight every which way in an attempt to find the source of the noise.

“Don’t worry, it’s just the wind! Ghosts aren’t real,” the voice continues.

“Who’s there?” Ryan calls, mustering up all of his bravery. He shines his flashlight near the bars of the cell, but he doesn’t have very much room to move because of the lack of space.

“Oh you know, Al Capone,” the voice says with a strange lilt. It’s almost like the voice is mocking Ryan.  

“Where are you?” Ryan asks. The panic is settling it at this point. He figures it’s best if he knows his proximity to (Al?) whatever this thing may be. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to ask, especially since this ghost seems so chatty.

“Right in front of you.” Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a translucent manifestation of a person is standing right in front of him.

“No offense, but you look nothing like how I imagined Al Capone to look,” Ryan says, lowering his flashlight. The ghost laughs, and Ryan’s fear slowly ebbs away. A ghost wouldn’t laugh at his joke if it had malicious intent, right?

“Thanks,” the ghost says dryly.

Ryan shines his flashlight right up to the ghostly figure’s face. It’s a very nice face. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m living out the rest of my existence in this shitty cell. Or at least, I was, until you came along. Who are you, anyway?” the ghost asks him.

“My name’s Ryan. I’m a paranormal detective,” Ryan answers. The ghost perks up at that.

“Wait, can you bring me back?” the ghost asks. It sounds….desperate?

“What do you mean, bring you back? Like, bring you back to life?” Ryan replies. He’s shocked; does he have that ability? Is that even possible?

“No, like bring me back a soda. Yes, bring me back to life,” the ghost says, exasperated. Ryan just raises an eyebrow.

The ghost steps closer to him, hands on Ryan’s shoulders. They get colder the longer the ghost has his hands on Ryan, but Ryan is too stunned to move. He’s no longer afraid of this ghost; why would a ghost be pleading with him? A part of Ryan really wants to hear this ghost out.

“I wasn’t supposed to die,” the ghost continues. “When I was alive, they locked me up in here, but I was innocent! I was framed!” The ghost sounds slightly hysterical.

“Dude, that sucks,” Ryan says, backing away from ghost to get away from the cold. He doesn’t know what to do or how to help.

“Nah, I’m just joshing you. I’ve gotta work on my acting skills if I’m ever gonna make it in Hollywood, you know?” the ghost replies.

Okay, what? First this ghost scares Ryan out of his mind, and then he lies about being framed? What is going on here? Nothing in his research is making sense with what the ghost is telling him, except for Al Capone, but even then, Hollywood has nothing to do with anything.

“Uh, I don’t know what’s going on here but I’m gonna leave,” Ryan says, backing away slowly.

“But Ryan!! Pay attention to meeee,” the ghost says, whining.

Ryan just sighs. “Ghost, look -”

“Call me Shane.”

Ryan sighs again. “Shane, look, I’ve got a job to do. I know you’re dead and that really freakin’ sucks but man, I’ve gotta investigate!”

“Let me help you, then. I haven’t been out of this cell in centuries,” Shane says.

“Uh, alright, I guess,” Ryan says. “Lead the way.”

The ghost goes through the cell bars, which makes Ryan smile. That is, until the cell bars get stuck, which results in a mini freak out until he manages to get the bars open.

They walk down a long hallway, Ryan jumping every so often at whatever peculiar sounds reach his ears. He hears a rat scuttling across the floor, he hears footsteps above him, and he freaks out. Shane, however, is largely unresponsive. He just waits patiently until Ryan is done freaking out, and then they venture forth into the heart of the jail.

“So, uh -” Whatever Ryan was going to say next is interrupted by a force slamming into him. He falls to the ground, the flashlight falling out of his hand and rolling away. “What the fuck, what was that?” he asks, but Shane’s on it immediately.

“It’s a demon, but relax,” Shane says, gearing up to fight the creature.

“What do you mean relax?” Ryan shouts. He watches, terrified, as Shane somehow fends the demon away. Ryan looks at him incredulously.

“What? I’m a supernatural being, Ryan, don’t look so surprised!” Shane says.

“But you can fight off demons? I’ve never ever heard of a ghost doing that,” Ryan says. He picks himself back up and dusts himself off.

“Maybe I’m just magical. I’m the first magical ghost in existence, tell that to your team! I’m sure you and other paranormal investigators will love to hear it,” Shane replies.

Ryan narrows his eyes. Magical ghost or not, there’s something decidedly….different about Shane. Maybe it’s the fact that his ghost is only semi-transparent, like he doesn’t fully belong in this world…

“Tell me the truth this time. Who are you?” Ryan asks.

“Wow, not even a thank you? I saved your life and you’re still interrogating me? How rude! I guess I’ll just leave you for dead next time,” Shane says with a smile.

Ryan just rolls his eyes. “If you’re not going to be serious then I’m leaving.”

“No, wait, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you,” Shane says. “I used to work here before I died, and I’m a park ranger on the side. There was some kind of accident at work, I don’t really remember. One minute, I was doing my park ranger duties, and the next, I’m here in this musty old prison. Guess I died on the way to hospital, or something.”

Ryan shakes his head. “There’s been no recent deaths reported here or in the surrounding area,” he replies, going through the facts in his head. He would’ve known if someone would’ve died here, his team would have told him. Unless there was a lapse in judgement or someone forgot to cross reference sources, that is, but usually the research department is pretty thorough.

“But, I’m sure I died! I’m almost positive that’s how I got here,” Shane says. Ryan just nods, thinking. Maybe Shane isn’t dead after all! Maybe he has just enough supernatural energy to fend off demons, but not enough to completely pass onto the other side…

“Do you know what hospital you were taken to?” Ryan asks. Shane shakes his head. “Well, looks like I’m going to be visiting every hospital in town until I find you.”

“Oh, so you’re just going to leave me here? Alone, in this dank ass cell? With no one to talk to or give me attention? I’m honestly offended,” Shane’s ghost hollers, getting louder as Ryan leaves.

Ryan goes to the general hospital first. He figures that there will be less people, but then again, he doesn’t know how badly Shane’s injuries are. If he gets there in time, though, maybe he can reconnect Shane’s body and his spirit! Not that he knows how to do that, of course, but there’s a first time for everything and there’s probably plenty of articles online for him to look at.

Thankfully, Ryan’s right the first time. There is in fact a Shane at the hospital he visits, and he’s let into Shane’s hospital room almost immediately. He pulls up a chair and starts talking, a little bit awkward.

“Hey, so my name’s Ryan. I met your ghost at the Penitentiary and, well, you weren’t the happiest of ghosts out there. Sarcastic, sure, but there was something off about you. Thanks for saving my life, by the way. That was nice of you…” Ryan trails off, unsure. “Uh, I know you can’t hear me, because your nurse told me you’re in a coma, but I just came by to tell you to stay strong and, uh, I hope your ghost gets out of jail.” He’s silent, then, listening to the steady beep, beep, beep, of the heart monitor.

“I, uh, wanted to try to connect your spirit back to your body but I’m not exactly sure how that’s going to pan out, so bear with me?” Ryan fumbles for his phone and starts looking up how to reconnect a spirit to it’s body and then he performs the necessary rituals, which are a lot simpler than he thought they were.

When Shane doesn’t immediately respond, Ryan is pretty dejected, but at least he could say he tried. With a sigh, he exits Shane’s hospital room.

Shane’s eyes open the same instance the door closes.

#did i base this off of the recent photo on ryan's instagram? #the answer is yes #ghostwheeze #spoopyy writes #shyan #fanfic

[iam93percentstardust]

On Fandom Etiquette and Bad Comments

So, in one of my recent works, I wrote one of the side characters as trying to help with a problem that one of the main characters was having but the character’s advice ends up causing more problems and, as a result, someone gets hurt. This side character understands that it was her advice that led to the person getting hurt and so, when she gets blamed for it, she accepts the blame.

Now, I had every intention of pointing out in the next chapter that it was not entirely her fault and her having a conversation with the person who blamed her about the whole thing. I certainly didn’t think that it was important in that chapter, in that conversation where tensions were already running high, to stop and have a conversation about morality and pinning the blame.

But then this reader, who is apparently incapable of a) critical thinking and b) understanding the concept of talking out of turn decided that they couldn’t accept this idea of not absolving the character of all blame immediately and that I needed to know it right now. Here is my favorite quote from this reader’s comment: “I didn’t like it last chapter but it got worse here so I have to say something.” As though this person was somehow doing me a favor by speaking out against something that they didn’t like. I’ve never met this person. They’re not my beta. We’ve had one (1) positive interaction in the past where they commented on one of the previous chapters about something they liked and that’s not even unusual as I don’t get enough comments to not reply back to just about every single one. I have positive interactions with a lot of my readers.

It gets worse because this reader then went on to explain in explicit detail how I had done this character wrong and then pulled specific quotes from my story to illustrate their point. Now, I like it when readers provide quotes as much as the next author but not like this. Never like this.

And then they finish it off with a “Sorry but...” like that’s somehow supposed to make everything better. Sorry but that’s how I feel. Sorry but your writing sucks. Sorry but you’re somehow supposed to get over the fact that I wrote a comment several paragraphs long that amounted to how terrible of a person you are for not resolving a conflict immediately.

Now, I’m not a popular author. I’m not a big name fan or whatever it is we’re calling popular blogs these days. I don’t get hundreds of kudos on my works within a few hours of publishing and I certainly don’t have thousands of followers. I’m not the kind of author that other blogs link to and say “This changed my life” or “this is the best story in the fandom.” I’m happy if I can get 150 kudos on a work before the newest brightest thing is published and my story fades into the archives. I don’t mind any of that. I’m not saying I deserve thousands of kudos or a lot of followers. I’m not that talented of an author or that gifted of a blogger. I write mostly for myself and I’m perfectly happy being a small blog.

Which makes the comments that I do receive all the more poignant. I read each and every comment that I receive and I reply to most of them. Sometimes, I get drawn into conversations but mostly I just write a short thank you and maybe something like “you’re so sweet!” or “I’m glad you liked it!” Because they are and I am. Replying means something to me. It means that I’m glad the reader took the time to comment (lord knows, I’m terrible at it though I’m trying to do better). It means that I’m glad they even read the story since it can be hard and scary to take a chance on an unknown author. It means that I can’t believe someone actually liked my story enough to tell me that.

So how am I supposed to respond to a commenter like this one? How am I supposed to look at this semi-anonymous person (because a username is not equivalent to an identity) and reply to them? What do they even want me to say? “Sorry you didn’t like it?” “Sorry but I think you’re an idiot who doesn’t have critical thinking skills?” Do they think I’m going to go back and rewrite a chapter that’s already 10k words long? Or fix it in the next chapter?

Because, if I write that conversation that I’d been planning to write, that means that I acknowledged this reader’s complaint, that I gave them a voice. Whether or not it was actually because of them, they’ll think that they affected me enough to include that scene. Which means that they’ll go and do it to someone else. Maybe that’s someone who has enough readers and commenters that they won’t care about one negative comment. But maybe it’ll be someone smaller than me. Maybe it’ll be someone who only manages one or two kudos on a work--and then this commenter who thinks it’s okay to say things like what was they said to me comes into their inbox and tears them down. If I’d gotten a comment like this when I was just starting out, I’d never want to write again.

And beyond that, it’s just humiliating. Here’s something that I poured a lot of time and effort into--in the case of this chapter, it had been four months--and this reader dismissed all of that hard work with a couple of sentences. I’m glad that I saw the comment quickly because I could delete it before it could do too much damage but I don’t know how many people saw it in the twenty minutes it was up. I don’t know how many people read it and started thinking that this reader was right so they gave up on my story. This commenter probably didn’t mean to be malicious (or at least, I hope they didn’t) but their actions have very real consequences. I can’t write the scene that I wanted to without giving this reader a voice or respond without looking like an asshole. I might have lost a couple other readers. If I were less self-confident, I might have even given up on writing the story entirely.

Ironically, this reader did exactly what my character did in the story. They offered advice and now their actions have consequences. No wonder they think this character did nothing wrong. They’re exactly like them.

Look I get it. As readers, there are things that we like to see and things that we don’t. We have pet peeves that completely take us out of a story. For me personally, it’s using the wrong slang for a particular setting. But you know what? I’d never say something about it to the author. They wrote their story in their own free time and provided it to me for free. I’m not their beta. I’m not their friend, which means that I don’t have the right to point out something that I personally don’t like.

The back button exists for a reason.

Yeah I know. Some of you have actual degrees in English (or whatever language the current fanfiction you’re reading is in). Some of you are editors. Some of you love receiving concrit. Trust me, I’ve heard it all before. 

You know what I haven’t heard? Someone actually asking if concrit is welcome on a work rather than just offering it up.

In my mind, concrit is kind of like consent. Just because I didn’t explicitly say that I don’t accept concrit doesn’t mean that I do. In fact, seeing as how I don’t like concrit at all, not saying it actually means that I don’t want it. I know this message is going around a lot. It seems like a lot of you are reaching out to some of the more popular writing blogs in the hopes of finally getting one that will say “yes, unsolicited concrit is okay” and I know I don’t reach a lot of people but I hope that those of you I do reach will take this to heart. You don’t know the consequences that your actions will have. At best, you’ll get an author who loves getting concrit. At worst, someone will stop writing because of what you said. And honestly, considering how many of you complain that your fandom is dead, is that really something you want on your conscience?

I can’t write a scene that I wanted to but that’s the least bit of damage that you could have done.

#fandom etiquette #bad comments #long post

[chicagomuold]

CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Peyton Sue Sylvester

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: July 30th

BIRTH ORDER: Fourth

RELATION: Adopted (stolen)

TYPE: Solo

GENDER: Cisfemale

PRONOUNS: She/her

ORIENTATION(S): Homosexual/homoromantic

JOB: Professional blackmailer

FACE CLAIM: Brianne Tju

ABOUT

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, clever, self-reliant, ambitious, business-savvy

NEGATIVE TRAITS: cunning, sarcastic, maniacal, manipulative, devious

INTRO: Peyton joined the Sylvester family from birth, when Sue accidentally took home the wrong baby from the hospital. She didn’t pay much attention to the fact that the baby she scooped up from the hospital nursery was completely Asian (honestly, she hadn’t really kept track of the ethnicity of her most recent late husband, so she figured she definitely could have popped out an Asian baby), given that she was in a rush to pick up her tracksuits from the dry cleaners. Sue never told Peyton about it, and instead has filled her childhood with random and dramatic stories about her non-existent Asian father who tragically died choking on a wonton. Until the first grade, Peyton grew up thinking her name was Jackie given her mother’s semi-racist nickname for her that she had been hearing since she was born. She learned that her name was, in fact, Peyton when she went into the first grade. When she questioned her mom about it, Sue generously told her that she wanted Peyton to be connected with some part of her “native homeland,” despite Peyton being born and raised in America. She knew she strived to make her mom proud ever since Sue took her out for ice cream when she got sent to the principal’s office for responding to a classmate’s emotional story of his dog dying with “sucks he didn’t live long enough to see you grow out of being a crybaby.” From a very young age, Peyton emitted an aura of chaotic evil that she had learned, from the most part, from her mother. On most days, she seems to lack any kind of moral fiber in her body unless it’s about those she cares about (which are few and far between). She usually operates under a diabolical, as-long-as-it-gets-me-what-I-want philosophy. She’ll do what she damn well pleases and doesn’t let herself, her ideas, or her dreams get stopped by the world. Peyton is a bit of an evil genius - she’s a master of social psychology and knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants, especially if she thinks they’re idiots. However, despite her harsh exterior, her intentions are never malicious. They might be selfish, sure, but she never intends to hurt anyone else that gets caught up in whatever fuckery she has going on. She really does love to make her life as much like a thriller or drama as possible, just because she finds the drama of it pretty fun. She is an emotional person but hides her compassion and the rest of her “good” emotions just below the surface under scheming, sarcasm, and mocking to maintain a toughness to everyone who doesn’t know her like her family or best friends. Peyton tries not to let people know how much she actually cares about them, and only a few people (including her siblings) have gotten to see just how compassionate she can be. She’ll always deny it, though. Probably to her deathbed but whatever. She took a couple years off in between high school and college while Sue tried to bribe a few Ivy league schools to accept her, but eventually, Peyton graduated Northwestern to study business and put some backbone behind some of her get rich quick schemes. None of them have lifted off yet, and she’s pretty good at digging up dirt on people, having them tell her their dirt, or creating dirt, so she temporarily reinvented herself as a professional blackmailer to pay the bills. Sue set her up with a few clients, so she figures it will do while she sets up her eventual-multi-billion-dollar empire.

#chi:peyton #ooc:adi

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

I'm sending in parts. Part One: I just want to jump in here as one of your most recent asks made me pretty uncomfortable (the anon's statement, not yours) because I've seen a lot of subtle victim blaming-esque comments following last night's episode. I'm not saying it's intentional or malicious, but comments like "he gave her a choice" or "why don't they speak up if they don't like it" is hella problematic because it implies that his wives are to blame for the situation.

Part Two:  I think we know enough to surmise that some of his wives hate him enough to want him dead while others are not there because they want to be (Amber is there so her mother can live and Sherry was there so Dwight could live, neither of which are enthusiatically consensual choices imo). It means that TV Negan is problematic and

Part Three: we shouldn't try to explain away this depiction simply because we like JDM or Negan, we should be critical of it and it means we should also be critical of the showrunners for using non-consensual relationships as an edgy plot device to make Negan super evil (which is an insult to survivors). Importantly, as creative writers, we can combat this by ensuring our depictions of Negan do not glorify, excuse or promote rape culture. I think ID is a great example of this. What do you think?

I hope you don’t mind that I combined all your asks into one, to make it easier. 

I can agree that we need to be careful about victim-blaming, especially since, even though we’ve gotten some more information about the wives, we honestly still don’t know a hell of a lot about the whole wife situation. I honestly thought the wives getting pills from Eugene was orchestrated by Negan. When Negan showed up at Eugene’s door at the end, I was internally like “OMG YES, he put the wives up to this to see if Eugene would go against him or could be trusted!!!” I still am semi-hopeful that that’s what happened, but idk. Negan seems too fucking smart to let the wives go behind his back like that, but I could be wrong. I’m just curious to see if Negan doesn’t know more than he’s letting on. I mean, no way did he survive this long in the apocalypse by being so unaware of those around him. But that’s just my opinion.

I also agree that we don’t have to agree with or like Negan’s actions, just because we find him attractive or like JDM. Negan does shit that I 100% don’t agree with, and if he were real, I’d probably want him dead lol. However, TWD isn’t reality, it’s fantasy, and I think people tend to blur those lines a bit. Just because I support a fictional character, doesn’t mean I support someone like him outside of a fictional world. 

I completely can’t stand when shows/movies/etc utilize rape or lack of consent as a way to further along a plot line or add “horror” or “thrills” to something. It’s completely unnecessary (even if sadly realistic for what happens on a daily basis in the real world). I’d really like to hope that that’s not what they’re doing with Negan, but I’ve seen them utilize women in horrid ways to further along male character plotlines in the past (i.e. Beth, Jessie, Lori, Andrea) so I’m also not putting it past them. I guess I’m just trying to hold off and see what happens, because we still have only dipped our toes into the TV Negan pond, and still have so much to learn about this version of his character. 

And I completely agree that the great thing about fandoms and fanfiction is we can make our own depictions of Negan. I’m honored that you brought up ID, because honestly, I struggle so much to not depict an abusive relationship in that story. I almost scrapped the confrontation chapter, because I was terrified Negan’s words to “you” would come across as emotional abuse, and I personally don’t want to portray any abuse between them in that particular fic. Now, I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy non-con or other blurred consent factors in fanfiction, just that I didn’t want it in ID. It’s been difficult at times to balance a “villain” character like Negan, to have him be redeemable and worthy of a healthy relationship, while still trying to keep his personality canon, and it’s something that I struggle with A LOT. 

If I’m being honest, I’m also struggling with last night’s episode, because I’m not happy with how they portrayed the situation with the wives, and I’m honestly still processing it all and trying to sort out my feels about it, which is why I get frustrated when I see people knee-jerk reacting to the episode less than 24 hours later. I guess I just like to process things through before I make a statement about what I think about it, but that’s just me. My inner feminist and sex-positive self goes to war with the fantasy side of me that enjoys non-con fics and questionable consent in my erotica and fantasy life, and I sometimes have to remind myself that I can indeed be a feminist and speak out against rape and sexism, while also fantasizing about the very things I speak out against, because fantasy is not reality. But it still gets fuzzy sometimes, so that’s when it’s good to take a step back and reevaluate how I’m feeling. 

I don’t know if I answered anything that you said, or was at all helpful, but this is where my mind went with your asks, so I just typed out my thoughts and hope you enjoying the ramble roller coaster that was my answer XD

[emperorren]

If reylo did happen how do you picture that unfolding in the movies ?

not in a straightforward way, more like a gradually deepening attraction/revulsion thing. A push and pull that is never going to take overtly *romantic* undertones, so that a large part of the general audience will keep viewing it as “regular” antagonism with no subtext until the inevitable sacrifice hits them in like a ton of bricks (more on that later) 

This one-on-one dynamic has already been established in TFA and I’m pretty sure the next movies will keep building it up until it’s clear that they’re two faces of the same coin, with all that it entails. From a narrative standpoint, they’re in a similar position—they’re both alone under the inescapable scrutiny of their respective mentors/teachers, and poised to feel even more isolated as episode viii progresses. Rey is stranded on the island, far away from Finn who’s the only one she has really connected to, her only company being Luke who I believe is not going to be the pitch perfect dad figure people expect him to be, but rather abrasive, reluctant to share, suspicious of Rey, etc. Kylo has disappointed Snoke in a big way, which means PAIN, and probably SOME kind of psychological torture à la “a reminder is in order” on Snoke’s part. I’m sure Kylo will feel awfully lost and hopeless inside, which will make him initially even more aggressive and more desperate to tap into the dark side to regain some sense of control and personal dignity. But imo he will also be more vulnerable to Rey, to even the slightest step she makes towards him.

Chances are this mutual loneliness will eventually push them to a point when they start doubting their respective mentors and, against all odds, seek in each other the answers they can’t get. 

Rey is almost certainly going to pursue the truth about her parents (and, if the movies do indeed go there, ask for explanations re: her own inclination to the dark side) OR the truth about why Luke abandoned her if she’s revealed to be a Skywalker**. Either way, it’s going to HURT and have profound effects on her arc, on her understanding of her loyalties and priorities. As for Kylo, I believe at some point he will start suspecting that Snoke isn’t what he seems, and has some malicious agenda of his own that goes even beyond the dark side and the First Order. It’s even possible that this is the *real* reason Kylo gets to Ahch-To—that he’s not actually there to kill Rey and Luke, but to warn them… or seek their counsel, or call a truce while he investigates. 

** to clarify: I haven’t ruled out completely re*ywalker, but I also don’t see it as necessarily incompatible with reylo. no overtly romantic vibes means that this dynamic can take a variety of forms and still be essential to both characters’ development.

but even if none of the above happens, Kylo will probably be obsessed to have his revenge on Rey which, coupled with how uncomfortably curious he is of her, is the recipe for a villain crush of epic proportions, lol. Rey, on the other hand… I’m sure she’s going to learn the truth about Ben’s fall, and she will also feel this weird mental connection with Kylo (nope, they will not call it a “Force bond”, but that doesn’t mean that the concept won’t be part of the narrative), both things leading her to revise her first impression of him. 

In short, such a strong antagonistic dualism between two main characters is inevitably bound to evolve into some kind of kinship, you know? of growing mutual empathy and compassion.

it’s also possible that plot driven reasons will force them to cooperate for a while or at least call a truce. Maybe those reasons will have to do with the urgency of defeating Snoke, which I can easily see becoming a common task, especially if it’s revealed that Snoke has been manipulating and/or lying to Kylo. We’ll see, but until something specific about this is leaked, it’s wiser not to get too ahead of ourselves with this specific speculation (i.e. Snoke being the ~ubervillain~ that will make Kylo team up temporarily or permanently with the heroes). I think it’s a reasonably possible direction the franchise could go, but one of several.

Semi-reliable spoilers say that at some point in Ahch-To Rey straight up refuses to kill Kylo, and if that’s true then it means things are already moving up really fast towards that mutual compassion. No doubt there will be a moment, either in viii or ix, when Kylo returns the favor, even if it may temporarily seem that Rey made a huge mistake in sparing him. 

Which brings me to the “sacrifice” I mentioned earlier: I can see reylo “happening” (so to speak, because I’m not a fan of that term applied to a fictional relationship) in a moment of mutual recognition that they both need and care for each other, and that they’re not going to watch the other die. So they’re going to do something incredibly reckless to either protect the other, or reject the notion that they “must” fight each other until death altogether. We see a blatant example of this in Luke dropping the lightsaber in RotJ and with that ideally sacrificing his life to avoid spilling his father’s blood, which is immediately followed by Vader, literally sacrificing his life to save his son from Palpatine. 

I expect something along these lines with Rey and Kylo (after an appropriate build-up) and if they’re indeed not related, then such a moment can and will be easily read as romantic by a part of the audience, and rest assured the film will PLAY ON THAT, even if there’s no literal kiss or dramatic “I love you” line.

If they’re related… well, the romantic vibes will STILL be there for who wants to see them despite the cousin relationship, and the rest of the world will say, IT’S FAMILIAL LOVE!, and everyone will be overwhelmed with feelings (except I guess the ant*s, but to each their own!). the main difference will be in the (probable) lack of authorial intent in these vibes.

well, this is a basic and VERY abstract outline of what I think it’s ~reasonable~ to expect. Hopefully we’ll get more reylo-related spoilers as TLJ approaches, so we can speculate more concretely. Thanks for the question!

#** #rey and kylo #speculation #anon #asks #sw spoilers #viii

[nuclearinsanity]

ANONYMANCY

AKA ANONS, LEGIONNAIRES, /b/TARDS

They call themselves Anonymous, and they’re hackers on steroids. You heard all the stories. As a bored, suburban teenager, too skinny for football and too awkward for parties, you tended to prefer dark, cozy basements and the soft glow of a computer screen. One fateful day, you slipped your way, for the first time, into the Imageboard community. You couldn’t figure out what was going on, much less participate in this crucible of lunacy. So you lurked, and lurked more. Eventually, slowly, you began to join in on some of the madness these Anon guys were getting up to. You learned some basic life-ruining tactics and participated in some ebin raids. You learned some basic hacking skills, thinking you were hot shit. You “matured”, and ripened, and slowly descended to jaded oldfag status. Then, one day, you received an unmarked email with a link to a site you’ve never heard of. It said that you had potential, and wondered if you were ready to take it to the next level. The only thing is, what the fuck is ZeroChan?

Anonymancers are, uniquely among Adepts, connected as a general mass. While they often bicker and often despise each other, the Anonymancer community is centralized in ways that other schools simply aren’t. They’re manipulators of identity and its absence, working in the refuge of the internet’s back alleys where in this era of social media and constant surveillance doesn’t seem to stick. However, despite being a rather tight knit and insular group, the Anons are hideously dysfunctional, but that’s what you get when you have a community entirely comprised of malicious loners who think they’re cool because they know how to DDOS.

The main ability of Anonymancy is the ability to interact with ZeroChan and the True Anons. It’s a Magickal website with a domain beyond this reality, populated by immaterial, immature, and deeply bored beings known as True Anons. They constantly post and discuss much like a normal imageboard would, with a heavy focus on raiding and related activities. Anonymancers basically sell themselves to the True Anons and become a member of the community, their hands in the realm of meat we live in. In exchange, the True Anons help out the Adepts, but can be childish, chaotic, and unpredictable. Yet outside GNOMON, there’s not much Magick that can keep up with an Anonymancer once he’s behind a keyboard.

STATS

Generate a Minor Charge: Anonymancers generate minor charges by participating in group activities that bear no names or faces. Masked protests, anonymous raids, collaborative art pieces without signatures and masquerade orgies all can generate minor charges for an Anon. Also, fulfilling Grudges can score you some extra minors here and there.

Generate a Significant Charge: /b/tards gain significant charges for being the loudest of the many uncredited voices, by being an organizer of one of the events listed above. An Anonymancer gains significant charges by creating and organizing an anonymous group activity such as those described in minor charges.

Generate a Major Charge: Something globally relevant but without any defined perpetrator. Organize an anonymous protest featuring one million participants. Successfully commit a major terrorist act without being caught. Namelessly deliver a quote or proverb that becomes a part of the western english lexicon. Assassinate the president of a first world nation while wearing a mask.

Taboo: Anonymancers are forbidden for using their real names in any circumstance beyond their immediate personal lives, taking pseudonyms for any online or creative activity if they absolutely must. Furthermore, for each site or domain they partake in, an Anonymancer must use a different identity or pseudonym.

Random Magick Domain: The domain of the Anonymancer is that of identity, or, the lack therof. By distinguishing themselves as one of many, Anonymancers gain power over false names and identities as well as an uncanny mastery of internet meddling. Internet communities and social media is at the utter mercy of the antisocial network.

MINOR FORMULA SPELLS

Always Connected

Cost: 1 Minor Charge

Edit: An Anonymancer is at his best when he’s behind a screen, and this spell allows the Anon to conjure up a reasonably quick internet signal, all on ZeroChan’s dime. This signal could work anywhere, from the bottom of the ocean to the middle of the desert. For some reason, when not visiting imageboards, the signal becomes slightly slower. Never worry about a lack of coverage again.

Doxxed

Cost: 2 Minor Charges

Effect: The power of the Anons lies in their mastery of fucking with people through their data trail. Using this spell, it sics the Choir on a target for a while, but passively as they scour the target’s social media and forum accounts until they can put together a reasonably detailed text file with as much personal information as they can find. If the information is simply not on the internet at all, then this spell cannot find it. This spell can find names, addresses, relatives, lists of their accounts and more.

Wear The Mask

Cost: 2 Minor Charges

Effect: While this spell is active, the caster is little more than a face in a crowd, growing faster and more difficult to detect the more people that are in the /b/tard’s 10-foot radius. This allows Anons to basically disappear, becoming a blurry mass that’s impossible to identify, much less pursue. Duration is minutes equivalent to the casting roll.

ZeroChan

Cost: 1 Minor Charge

Effect: The private playground of the True Anonymous, ZeroChan is an extradimensional bottomweb marketplace of cancer and madness, a domain that doesn’t exist. And, for a Minor Charge, an Anonymancer can access it freely too. This spell gives 1 device the ability to connect to ZeroChan, but only for the Anon. Everyone else sees a blank, white screen with the very faintly watermarked image of Goatse.

Unforgiven

Cost: 2+ Minor Charges

Effect: Legionaries are petty little people. And petty little people like to hold Grudges. Not grudges, but Grudges with a capital G. Essentially, Anons post “bounties” in the collective gestalt consciousness of the Anonymancer community, that can be answered at basically random by an Anon in need of some spare mojo. However, the payout is always half the cost (4 charge Grudge -> 2 charge Bounty) . 2 Minors is the default, as you can’t have half a charge. By completing the criteria of the Grudge, you can score whatever amount of minor charges the poster puts in. Only the higher paying ones tend to be done quickly, though. Grudges are listed on ZeroChan on the /gru/ board.

Unforgotten

Cost: 2 Minor Charges

Effect: An Anonymancer is part of something bigger than he is, and it can show in positive ways. This spell is able to, by perusing the memories of the collective, draw relevant information about a location, object, or individual from the experiences and minds of Anonymancers everywhere. This is less focused but more arcane than Doxxed, and provides the user with a variety of information depending on the roll.

Overstimulus

Cost: 3 Minor Charges

Effect: This Minor Blast causes the target to experience agonizing sensory overload. Essentially, it forces the target to experience all sensory input of every Anonymancer at once, everything they’re smelling, tasting, seeing, hearing, and feeling. The effect is disorienting, agonizing and depending on what’s happening at the time incredibly painful. It lasts for minutes equivalent to the spell’s roll.

SIGNIFICANT FORMULA SPELLS

Raided

Cost: 1 Significant Charge

Effect: Online, almost nothing is scarier than an army of angry neckbeards. Untraceable, magickally powered neckbeards can be even worse. Upon application of this curse, the victim is treated to up to 48 hours of concentrated Raiding by the Anonymous Choir, meaning having their social media defaced, computers and phones bricked, being sent everything from pizzas to dildos to strippers, and/or being called constantly whether or not the phone is actually even plugged in. Being Raided is a significantly stressful event with no discernible origin or way to stop it, so victims take a Helplessness Stress check.

Swatted

Cost: 3 Significant Charges

Effect: This potentially very dangerous curse cause a target to be registered in federal and private databases as a dangerous criminal with charges ranging from being an accused multiple murderer to running child porn rings. This “system error” causing said status lasts for days equivalent to the caster’s spell roll. When this curse is used, the target will be pursued by the police and feds until the spell wears off and the glitch is corrected, but in that time there is a very high chance the target will be arrested, wrongfully imprisoned, or shot.

Rekt

Cost:2 Significant Charges

Effect: This Blast causes the target to very suddenly be rented out to the croudsourced whims of the True Anonymous, a Twitch-Plays-Pokemon esque mess of conflicting directions and ill intentions can cause the victim to mutilate themselves for ebin OC gore, throw themselves off of buildings for the lulz or sometimes, if the Anons see enough comedic value in it, help you carry out a task. The spell lasts for minutes equivalent to the spell roll, lasting until the target has a seizure from the mass input and the Anons are expelled.

Million Mask March

Cost: 1 Significant Charge

Effect: By casting this spell, a masked Anon can produce dozens of flimsy, illusory, but semi-convincing duplicates of himself. This can be used to give an impression of an army behind the caster, or create a mass of distractions while he escapes from whatever danger he finds himself in.

John Doe

Cost: 3 Significant Charges

Effect: This ability causes 1 target to suffer an instant and severe death of personality, replacing their entire being with the persona of a placid, genial man by the name of John (or Jane, if female) that is going to be more or less amenable to whatever an Anon wishes to do with them. This mindwipe lasts for several days, at the end of which the original personality will slowly return, but with bits missing here and there.

One For All

Cost: 2 Significant Charges

Effect: Anons are a confusing foe for many reasons, but one of the most frustrating things about tracking down and dealing with a specific /b/tard is the fact that they have the ability to exchange bodies. This ability works globally but requires the full consent of both Anons involved, mutually agreed upon in text on ZeroChan.

Don’t Mess With Football

Cost: 2 Significant Charges

Effect: This spell causes the True Anons to call in an utterly unsourceable, untraceable, and convincing terrorist threat to a public location of the Anon’s choice. This could range from a crowded stadium to a sleepy library, but it is guaranteed to be both utterly untied to you in any way and treated seriously by the institution in question.

MAJOR EFFECTS

End the social media era. Make it a legal requirement to wear masks in public. Utterly dismantle all online surveillance equipment globally. Remove the name of one individual from history. Become a mod on ZeroChan.

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RankerX - bitcoin - 361

In contrast to DeepOnion And Other Digital Currencies

When The Dollar Collapse, Which Is healthier Money, Gold Or DeepOnion?

DeepOnion "traders" are clearly doing their greatest to suit the elephant within the room - the semi-satirical textbook graph of the historical past of a bubble (which has been around for years!). For instance, the 2 most recent asset courses that finally changed into bubbles that burst, were the Web on the flip of the century, and actual property a couple of years later. Presently there are two primary methods of validating the block chain as a shopper: Full nodes and SPV shoppers. The block chain is a shared public ledger on which all the DeepOnion network relies. In its place, it's strengthened by a peer-to-peer network of its pc users. For additional safety, customers can additional complicate their deal with by following the data offered on BitAddress, corresponding to transferring your mouse cursor around the display screen. The Google researcher defined that attackers could trick Electrum users into accessing a malicious website that might scan and determine the Electrum's random JSON RPC port inside seconds, and issue malicious commands to the wallet, stealing the consumer's funds. To take action, he had her download a DeepOnion wallet app to her smartphone, then used his own cellphone to scan the wallet's QR code. When individuals use the Minds cell app to upload content, vote, refer individuals, submit or remark, they earn factors -- which might then be used to spice up their very own or different people's updates on the network.

DeepOnion miners assist keep the DeepOnion network safe by approving transactions. Individuals don’t keep their entire wealth in their again pocket, and also you shouldn’t retailer all your crypto funds on your smartphone. Experts desire to store their DeepOnions on their own DeepOnion wallets in their PCs as an alternative of counting on third party wallets. An enormous number of free hubs in all places all through the world retailer its info and work in an organized method to continuously refresh it. Bernie supporters seem to long for an all-protecting Massive Brother (to borrow a phrase) to supply for them, rather than to face the world. Tor protects you by bouncing your communications around a distributed network of relays, run by volunteers all world wide. DeepOnion mining is legal and is completed by running SHA256 double round hash verification processes with the intention to validate DeepOnion transactions and provide the requisite safety for the public ledger of the DeepOnion community.

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By doing so, they're making it more durable for them to be found, particularly the cryptocurrency just isn't a public, open ledger. Nonetheless, the US of A has yet to embrace the DeepOnion, so being in a position to buy and promote the cryptocurrency is quite a bit more durable than you may think. For everyone who intends to invest in DeepOnion, remember the 3 things which were listed in this article before investing any cash into DeepOnion. As such, if Monero have been to ‘inherit’ the market cap of DeepOnion at the moment, it could respect in worth by greater than 50 occasions, and put it on surer footing for lengthy-time period success than a cash without fungibility. Do you could have a proper to create a thing of worth and trade it privately? That's the very last thing on Earth you ought to think about … There are lot of issues which are not prone to work for you. The good factor about cryptocurrency is that transactions are nameless and untraceable.

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This will include working with members of the MIT DeepOnion Club to teach merchants round campus and assist them get set up to just accept DeepOnion funds. ^ "Google Funds Phrases of Service - Buyer (US)". Proper beneath it's your total DeepOnion steadiness, which, after all, to start out with might be zero. How do I generate a DeepOnion handle for my wallet? In our earlier beginner’s information, we defined the best way to secure your non-public keys and advisable totally different wallet choices. The online-based platform robotically encrypts private keys with the passphrase of the browser. On 8th Dec 2017, the Coinbase crew mentioned that the platform has been experiencing report high traffic, causing delays in logins and other onsite actions. Funds of your personal wallet can't be withdrawn or blocked. Additional, if a theft from your personal wallet happens due to a safety or password lapse in your part, you don't have any assured strategy to get well your funds.

[glenmenlow]

How To Clean Up Facebook Accounts

A surprising amount of people don’t know how to clean up Facebook risk factors on their account and that leads to big problems down the line.

Think we’re joking? Consider this…

When it comes to building your personal brand online, the social media profiles and personal websites that you optimize determine the success of your online presence, and how that translates into successes in your real life. Regardless of your industry, there are certain profiles that we strongly recommend because they tend to rank well, and because so many people interact on those platforms.

While Facebook is usually associated with finding your friends, it’s also a place where employers, colleagues, clients, and partners will look for you. This is why it’s extremely important that you learn how to clean up Facebook accounts that you control (both personal and business).

Since its founding in 2004, Facebook has grown to be the most popular social network worldwide. In the US, the Facebook audience in 2017 amounted to 214 million users and is growing (Statista).

While Facebook used to be a networking site for college students only, today it’s a place to connect with people from all facets of your life and expand your network. Because Facebook is no longer just for friends that means that you have to regularly audit what it is that you’re sharing on the platform. Not only that, you also need to monitor what people you associate with are posting.

In this post, we’ll show you the most effective ways to perform your very own Facebook clean up.

Why it’s important to clean up Facebook

Facebook cleanup is an easy task to push aside. It doesn’t really matter – right? Wrong. Social media is now an integral part of all online screening processes. That means that a poorly managed Facebook account has the power to negatively impact you in the real world. On the flip side, a polished Facebook profile that reinforces positive factors about you can open doors.

Whether it’s a regrettable post you wrote after a night out back in college, an embarrassing video someone tagged you in, or a comment taken out of context – your Facebook profile is a potential liability if you’re not careful. And remember, consequences for your Facebook presence can surface at any point in your career.

Whether you’re applying to college, have been working for a few years, or are a C-level executive, your Facebook presence matters! While many of the cases that make headlines can seem like fairly obvious examples of posting outrageous comments or content on Facebook, subtler posts that fall into the grey area of what is or is not appropriate to post also damage people’s careers and opportunities.

Cleaning up your Facebook account can prevent you from getting fired, rejected or generally damaging your professional and personal life.

It also forces you to re-examine your relationship with your account’s privacy settings. Some people think that by engaging in “private” or “semi-private” exchanges, they can be unfiltered. Unfortunately, that’s a myth. Even if you have on all of your privacy settings, there’s always a chance that it could be exposed.

Remember, screenshots exist.

That’s why we suggest that people think of their presence on social media platforms like Facebook as being fully public (in spite of the privacy settings).

BrandYourself’s DIY reputation management software

Cleaning up your Facebook account may seem overwhelming at first – but it doesn’t have to stay that way.

At BrandYourself, we’ve spent thousands of hours researching, designing and developing cutting-edge technology to help our users build the personal brand they need to get what they want.

We’ve created a comprehensive way to clean up, protect and improve your online reputation. By signing up for our DIY online reputation management software, you’ll have access to our proprietary technology with the option to go through the full Facebook clean up process using our Reputation Builder.

To see if you need to clean up your Facebook, get your free Reputation Report here. Not only will you get information about your Facebook risk factors, you’ll also find your overall Reputation Score (think a credit score for how you look online), negative search results for your name, flagged social media posts, how your presence is helping or hurting your earned income and what to do about it.

Start with the free version of the DIY software to scan and audit your overall online presence, but upgrade to unlock access to all Premium features and view all flagged content when you connect and scan your Facebook account.

In addition to viewing all flagged content, deleting flagged posts from our DIY dashboard, and scanning at will, Premium membership comes with a host of additional benefits listed here.  

Key things to look for during a Facebook clean up

Whether you choose to use BrandYourself’s software or not, we suggest that you find and remove the following types of comments, posts, status updates, pictures, videos, etc. if you don’t want your Facebook account to keep you from landing the next promotion, job, client, or opportunity. Once you’ve connected your accounts, the software will show you how to clean up Facebook risk factors such as:

Derogatory Language

This refers to discriminatory terms or remarks towards race, gender, religion, sexual orientation or any other indication of intolerance towards other groups of people.

Unprofessional Work or School Behavior

Keep an eye out for any comments, pictures, “jokes”, videos or things you’ve shared that relate to behaving inappropriately at work or school. Or any disparaging remarks about your job, boss, coworkers, company, clients, fellow students, teachers, principal, administrators or school. Don’t share evidence of shirking your responsibilities at work or school. This is a surprisingly common mistake that many people make on Facebook.

Violence or Bullying

Look for any examples where you use hostile speech, insult others, threaten people or utilize aggressive language. Even if you exhibit signs of violence or bullying in jest, remember that this may not be obvious to someone who doesn’t know you and is looking for red flags.   

Irresponsible Drinking or Drug Use

This includes examples of excessive drinking, getting wasted, recklessly partying, talking about illegal drugs, talking about prescription drugs, and more. And remember, depending on your particular professional or academic situation any evidence of drinking or drug use could be enough to shut you out of an opportunity.

Criminal Behavior

While criminal behavior can vary in nature, whether a prank goes wrong or you are into serious illegal behavior – employers and admissions officers alike have no tolerance for people flaunting these kinds of decisions. Employers list criminal behavior as a top reason to not hire candidates.

Sexually Explicit

Whether it’s a “joke” or an accidental post, employers and admissions view talking about sexual behavior, genitals, porn, or any other sexually charged content that could make someone feel uncomfortable at work as a red flag.

Unprofessional Communication Style

This includes profanity, derogatory language and other examples of unprofessional language. Pay attention to spelling and grammar, as well as informal language or slang. While it’s true, how you talk to your friends is (and probably should be) different from how you speak to your boss, your friends are not the only audience for your Facebook account. Keep that in mind as you review your account. It’s not just about profanity. And please keep in mind, we don’t think that informal language or spelling errors are an indictment of you, but you should be aware that these are the kinds of things that employers and admissions officers use as red flags.

While you may have some leeway with what you look for and how strict you are when cleaning up your Facebook account (depending on your industry), it’s better to be safe than sorry. If you find something questionable – just delete it. And remember… inside jokes don’t usually translate very well, so make sure that you audit your Facebook account for that too.  

Why You Should Avoid Using A Bulk Facebook Cleaner

While the idea of a Facebook Cleaner is great in theory, unfortunately there are some serious downsides. Most Facebook cleaners are known for working in bulk. That means that while the user saves time by not going through each individual post, they’re likely deleting content that could help them too. The expression, “throwing out the baby with the bathwater” comes to mind.

While it’s true, you’re getting rid of damaging content, there’s a significant chance that you’ll also delete posts that are actually fine (because they were flagged incorrectly), or only need a few minor tweaks in order to help you.  

While deleting some old posts may not seem like a big deal to you – some posts can improve your online reputation and help you achieve your professional goals, so deleting those is essentially self-sabotage.

And with a bulk Facebook cleaner, you won’t even realize it once you’ve deleted a post that was high-quality, engaging and helping you. And you won’t be able to get it back.

In addition to the problem with imprecision when it comes to using a bulk Facebook cleaner, there’s the additional concern of effectiveness and security. Unfortunately, there have been issues in the past with Facebook cleaner tools either not working, or worse being hacked for malicious intent. This means that third parties can gain access to your account, scrape and spam your friends, copy your photos, and cause even more damage.

If you’re focused on building an online brand that helps you professionally and personally, use a smart cleanup tool that identifies what’s hurting you and shows you how to build on the content that is helping you.  

BrandYourself’s DIY online reputation management software lets you scan, clean up, protect and improve your online reputation. Our software even offers a Facebook cleaner that lets you go through each individually flagged post and decide whether you want to keep it or delete it.  And with features like the Reputation Score and Reputation Builder, you’ll have an easy way to see how your personal brand is doing, and what steps to take next for the highest possible impact on your overall online reputation.

Your Next Steps For Cleaning Up Facebook

Once you’ve signed up for BrandYourself’s DIY software and scanned your account, you still may need to take additional steps to not only clean up your Facebook account, but to optimize it. Remember, people who could help your professional and academic careers are not only looking for red flags to disqualify you, but for positive factors that reinforce their choice to work with you.

BrandYourself’s software will walk you step-by-step to help you build a website and social properties that will take your personal brand to the next level.

Take some time exploring all of our DIY software’s features. Some steps are one-time only, but others must be taken regularly to keep your properties fresh over time – your unique Action Plan shows you the easiest steps to take that will have the greatest impact on your personal brand.

Creating a desirable personal brand goes way beyond cleaning up your Facebook account, and our software shows you how to do it. You can also learn more by reading our guide to Personal Branding.

However, if you don’t have time to maintain your personal brand online after the Facebook clean up process let the experts in our Managed Services department build and manage your online presence for you.

Get in touch with a Reputation Advisor to learn about your options. Give us a call at (646)-863-8226, or schedule a consultation.

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I will go down with this ship: Chapter 18

Sasuke's form began to shift; he mumbled something incoherently before his eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the semi-dark room, feeling its chill. Taking in the small fireplace that was lit, Sasuke eventually recognised the silhouette of the blond figure sitting in an old wooden chair in front of the fireplace. Sasuke saw he was on a makeshift bed, merely simple wood and rags. Sasuke unhurriedly sat up, his eyes settling on Naruto who was staring intently into the fire, not even regarding Sasuke.

"Do you know why the people in Tsumi drink?" He suddenly spoke, his eyes never leaving the fire. "Why they smoke, fight, fuck?" Naruto continued. Sasuke watched with an unsettled core. "It's because it's the only way to forget their existence, to forget what they go through every day…" Naruto paused, taking a small swig from his bottle of unknown substance, though Sasuke could make an educated guess. "It eases the pain, makes this life more liveable, but it's really the easiest way to kill yourself slowly" Naruto stated, taking a heartier swig of his drink, causing Sasuke to flinch. "You can almost fool yourself that life isn't a bitch" Naruto muttered. It was silent for a while as Sasuke was unable to respond to his speech, but his gaze travelled around the room they were in.

"Where are we?" Sasuke asked softly. Naruto wetted his dry lips.

"My old home" Naruto answered. Sasuke took in his answer and his surroundings. The room was bare, the seat that Naruto sat upon and Sasuke's bed being the only furniture. No pictures, no decorations, no memories of any sort came from the house. Sasuke only saw rotting wood, blackened floors and walls; the weak, cackling fire that spitted out its last moments of breath.

"I thought you lived on the ship" Sasuke admitted.

"I do, I've not been here in 15 years" Naruto stated. Sasuke believed Naruto's words easily, since the state of the home cried out abandonment. Sasuke watched Naruto with a degree of something unknown. It wasn't pity, but neither was it concern, or fear. It was of a nature that prompted him to a reaction of ignorant understanding.

"Naruto" Sasuke voiced, its unspoken message heeded by Naruto. The blond man stood and beckoned him to follow. Sasuke arose from the bed, silently tailing Naruto. His focus was strictly on Naruto rather than on what he had said hours before. Sasuke felt his foot tread on something, he stopped and looked down. He saw a broken picture frame with a portrait inside. Sasuke knelt down and brought the small painting closer. Sasuke tilted his head and squinted, the painting damaged and dusty. Sasuke smoothed away the damage and gazed upon the beautiful image.

A woman with lengthy, red hair; fierce, violet eyes and a smile that Sasuke admired. She wore a black tricorne on her head, herself wearing a jade dress that almost seemed fitted for battle. Her golden broach lay proud upon her bosom, as did her silver necklace. She was by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen; he'd been surrounded by many beauties of different lands, but this woman stood out. Sasuke had a difficult time believing that she was possibly real, but such detail and emotion could not be fabricated by the human mind. Sasuke could immediately tell that she held such ferocity; her determined eyes confirming it. Her smirk seemed familiar, though Sasuke wasn't able to place it to a memory…

Sasuke heard Naruto's footsteps getting further and further away; he left the portrait where it was and caught up with Naruto. Naruto still remained silent as they walked through the streets until they stopped in front of one of the many doors. Naruto sighed, standing frozen for a moment until he opened the door and stepped in; Sasuke knew that it was the man that everyone was being so evasive about, the one that no one dared to speak the name of.

Sasuke followed inside to see the humble abode; the best way he could describe it was to say it was what a pirate's office would look like. Messy, slightly dim and filled with forbidden scrolls. Sasuke's eyes landed on the man behind a desk, writing away with a quill. Blonde hair that was longer than Naruto's, but just a s bright. His coat akin to Naruto's, but pure black. His silky, white shirt buttoned up with the traditional leather pants. His only disguising feature being the red piece of cloth that his tied around his forehead. The man looked up and smiled.

"Naruto, what a surprise, a pleasant one at that," The man spoke kindly. Sasuke observed the blond man with blue eyes. His features akin to Naruto's, his gentle smile then found Sasuke, "And you've brought company, delightful" He spoke positively. Naruto returned the warmth with biting ice.

"I'm not here for pleasantries, Kira, I need information" Naruto responded. The man's smile faltered.

"Right, as usual, but I'm happy to see you're well" He replied.

"Shut it" Naruto hissed, offended by his kindness. Sasuke was confused to say the least. Naruto may not be the most mannerly boy, but he wasn't impolite and debauched. At least, that's what Sasuke initially thought. Sasuke could see that it somewhat hurt the man, but it appeared it was simply reopening old wounds.

"Naruto, son, you-"

"You are no father of mine" Naruto jeered, his eyes glimpsing red. Sasuke made the inevitable connection and was in absolute shock as to how Naruto treated the man. His father... Sasuke continued to watch in silence. "Namikaze is something I rejected long ago, so don't insult me further, Kira" Naruto abused. The man sighed.

"What is it that you desire to know?" He enquired.

"A man named Zabuza attacked us, I need to know of him" Naruto explained. The man raised an eyebrow.

"Zabuza? I'm surprised to say the least that he attacked you, he doesn't attack without reason" He stated, his eyes drifting over to Sasuke, "Unless, you have something that doesn't belong to you" He added. Naruto ignored his implication.

"No matter, who is he?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"He's a classic pirate; skilled with a sword and pistol, lust for money and power, revelling in fear" He started. "He'll do anything for anyone when paid; he's more of a bounty hunter if anything, but it's his partner that's the true worry…" He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought, "Haku, I believe, has inhuman speed and deadly needles; you wouldn't necessarily categorise him as a pirate, but he loyally follows Zabuza" He informed.

"Is he a worry?" Naruto questioned, the man sighed and made a vague gesture.

"Depends who sent him and how much he's paid, other than that he's persistent until death, legend has it that he killed his target whom was swallowed by the Kraken" He versed.

"I'm not here for myths, can you call him off? You have the authority, don't you?" Naruto responded. The man shrugged.

"I'll assume that whoever hired him is after your friend there" He gestured to Sasuke. "Meaning they're not of pirate nature and I have no authority over Royalists" He stated, Naruto scowling slightly at the information. "As long as you keep a distance from him then you should be fine, but he's a skilled tracker" He added, at which Naruto nodded.

"Then we're done here, Kira" Naruto finished, turning to walk out. Sasuke had watched with aversion how Naruto was treating his father, the man that was supposedly the pirate king. Sasuke shook his head.

"How discourteous" Sasuke muttered under his breath, not expecting to be heard, but the man spoke up.

"I'm used to it, young maiden" He spoke wistfully, stopping Naruto in his tracks. Naruto's unsettled aura had already been prominent, but now it seemed to have snapped. He whipped around and glared maliciously towards his father.

"Kira! What did you say?!" Naruto barked, his eyes flashing red, Sasuke flinching at his sudden temper.

"I was simply reassuring the lovely maiden" He answered without malice, but Naruto remained angered.

"You've no business talking to him" Naruto growled.

"That's his choice, son" He replied, Naruto nearly shook with anger.

"You have no right to call me by that name" Naruto snarled. "You know the vehemence it causes me" Naruto stated, though the man's lack of apology seemed to agitate Naruto even more. Naruto stomped over, slamming his hands down on the desk, "That's it, fucking get up!" Naruto demanded. The man sighed as he arose.

"Always resorting to violence" he responded casually, his eyes glancing over at the concerned raven. His theory developed, he now sorted to confirm it, "Say we make this interesting, how about a remuneration?" He suggested. Naruto remained suspicious, though he let him speak, "To gain the favour from the young maiden" he offered. Sasuke's eyes widened and gave Naruto a glare that clearly stated his displeasure. Naruto glanced at Sasuke before answering.

"Fine" Naruto agreed.

"Excuse me?!" Sasuke squeaked, though he silenced himself when he caught Naruto's darkened eyes. He remained hushed as the men drew their swords.

"Let's do this, Kira" Naruto hissed, holding his silver sword mightily, the candles surrounding them were gleaming on his weapon. It was then that Sasuke noticed an inscription on the sword; he wasn't able to read what it said, but made note of it.

"I look forward to experiencing your new skills" The man stated. Naruto growled and thrusted his sword forward. The man dodged by sliding to the side.

"Too eager, son, I'm afraid you've already lost" He stated. Naruto immediately spun to slice the man's head off, but the man dropped to the floor and swung his leg under Naruto's. Naruto fell straight onto his back, glaring up at the man who stood. The man's sword pointed at Naruto's throat, "I win" He spoke, giving a glance towards Sasuke. Naruto's body tensed in rage, he battered away the sword and stood. He stomped off indignantly and slammed the door shut.

"Hey, Naruto!" Sasuke called after, but it was of no use. Sasuke sighed, strangely dismayed by Naruto's irritation. The man watched Sasuke's dejected expression overcome his face, knowing it all too well.

"I apologise for my behaviour" He spoke up. Sasuke looked over at him, the man going to his side, "It was unnecessary, I'm sorry you had to witness it" He apologised softly.

"O-Oh, it's fine, it's Naruto, he's the one causing the confliction" Sasuke huffed.

"It's justified to some extent" He responded, Sasuke tilting his head.

"Huh?" He voiced, but the man chuckled.

"I'll refrain from revealing Naruto's past" He stated. "I'm Minato Namikaze, his father if you hadn't already guessed" He introduced as Sasuke nodded, even though questions filled his mind as to why Naruto referred to him as Kira.

"I'm Sasuke Uchiha" Sasuke replied.

"Ah, yes, gem of the Uchiha assets" Minato recognised, raising Sasuke's hand and respectively kissing the back of it, "Pirate king of the seven seas at your service" He greeted.

"You don't act like a pirate" Sasuke pointed out. Minato chuckled and let go of his hand.

"I had a Navy upbringing" Minato informed. Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"Navy? The only Navy in the world is in Konoha, in the name of Uchiha" Sasuke replied with confusion, but Minato chuckled.

"I used to work alongside the Uchiha a long time ago, twenty years I believe; I even trained the current lieutenant" Minato answered. Sasuke's eyes widened.

"Itachi?" Sasuke voiced in surprise. While it may be true, Sasuke didn't understand why he'd left.

"Yes, a fine young man, he showed great promise" Minato confirmed. "I even managed to save him from the aristocratic conditioning…" He trailed off thoughtfully before looking back at Sasuke. "You're his younger brother? How is he doing?" Minato asked, his sincere nature reassuring Sasuke to speak.

"He's quite well, married with a child on the way" Sasuke informed, Minato smiled.

"I'm glad, he was like a son to me" Minato explained. It was silent for a few moments, then Minato turned from him with no expression available, "I'd like to request something from you Sasuke" Minato spoke up quietly. "I can sense there is some form of connection between you two, so I ask that he remain safe, or at least alive; someone needs to keep his head on straight" He finished, and Sasuke stared at the now silent man. He realised that Naruto was still not in attendance. He turned around and walked out of the building. He looked left and right, lightly jogging down the street his gut had taken a liking to. He continued to travel down, observing any hint that might tell him where the blond captain could have gone. Each resulting in blackened bereavement and uninviting anonymity. Sasuke sighed and nearly gave up, until he saw Naruto trudging down the road.

"Naruto!" Sasuke exclaimed, the blonde never stopping. Sasuke huffed and caught up with him, watching Naruto continue to ignore him, "Oi, dobe! You just left me there, do you mind explaining that?!" Sasuke snapped, Naruto ignoring him once more. Sasuke scowled and placed a hand on him, "Listen to me when I-" Sasuke suddenly gasped as his arms were gripped and he was slammed against a brick building. Sasuke's eyes widened.

Sasuke's voice was stuck in his throat; not because of the harmful force or the shock of being grabbed, but because of Naruto's eyes. They were blood red, slit like a demon's. The pupils staring intensely towards Sasuke, their vicious and murderous intent promising sanguinary. Sasuke's breath was uneven and hitched. The bruising grip and deadly closeness terrifying Sasuke, it was as if he was facing a real cacodemon. Naruto didn't say anything, but his breathing was ragged, one that continued to exert warm air amongst the cold.

"N-Naruto…" Sasuke voiced fearfully. Naruto's eyes remained concentrated on him, blinking a few times before he slowly removed himself.

"Urgh…" Naruto groaned as he shook his head and wiped his eyes, Sasuke saw that they now shone blue. Naruto gazed at Sasuke, silence reigning between them. Naruto put his hands in his coat pockets and lowered his head to the ground. "Sorry" He grumbled out, turning to leave. Sasuke's breath was still shaky, so he tried to calm himself, he gulped slightly before taking in a breath to start walking. Sasuke and Naruto travelled in muteness, neither wanting to speak; had it been an option, they'd have stopped their breathing to let the silence fully encase them.

As they arrived, Sasuke caught the knowing looks thrown his way; some of concern, some of pity. Naruto wordlessly retreated to his quarters as Sasuke sighed and let himself be distracted by Sakura. She attempted to cheer him up without any explanation, though his eyes always lingered on the door, his mind on one person.

Naruto…

…

Night had come with a chill, but also with a sense of restlessness on Sasuke's behalf. Sasuke twisted and turned in his bed, huffing and sighing at his inability to sleep. Eventually he sat up, not able to take it any longer. He knew that everyone was already deep in slumber, so he supposed he could take in the sea air to calm himself. Sasuke stood and walked up to his door, opening it only to be greeted with a slight nip in the air. The composed breeze whispered away in a hidden language as Sasuke made his way through. He wandered with the events of the day in his mind, his eyes pulled to the moon.

The ship was silvered and transformed by the light of the moon, which, at the full, hung like a great luminous pearl on the radiant breast of heaven. Each black stroke of the sky melding to perform for the lonely sailors. The moonlight was a diffuse ocean above them, lessening the inky blackness of the night, but not so bright as to dull the stars that speckled and glittered. Sasuke followed the moonlight's feathery essence to find that it landed on a certain soul.

"Naruto…" Sasuke muttered, observing how the man was leaning on his elbows on the side of the ship, gazing out to the sea with solemn eyes as if searching for an answer to something. Sasuke gently approached him. "Naruto?" Sasuke voiced, but Naruto barely acknowledged him. It was at this time that Sasuke saw the bottle in his hand and the cigarette in his mouth. "I won't enquire about your past," Sasuke started, "But I must question your behaviour" Sasuke stated. Naruto huffed out a waft of smoke, watching it dance away into nothingness.

"And why may that be, love?" Naruto replied with a callous tone, though Sasuke didn't shy away.

"Because you're acting ridiculous" Sasuke responded, "Pouting and dragging your feet as if you're a child, but you're not a child, you are the captain of a ship and you should act like it or you're not worthy of the title!" Sasuke scolded. Naruto scoffed, making Sasuke narrow his eyes, "Make whatever noises you want, but you have to take responsibility, even if you are a pirate, even if you had a hard life" Sasuke continued. Naruto merely took another swig from his bottle. "And that's certainly not the answer" Sasuke said as he folded his arms.

"How would you know?" Naruto muttered, "We may have had different lives, but yours is hardly a fairy tale" Naruto pointed out. "You're beaten to obtain standards that are practically impossible, monitored day in and day out like a piece of china, what do you know of freedom?" Naruto versed in a heated manner, but sighed after a moment or two. "Sorry…" Naruto mumbled, offering the bottle to Sasuke. "Of all things I should be helping to ease the damage" Naruto admitted. Sasuke stared at the offering and slowly took it. "It helps" Naruto stated, still lost in the sea.

"I've never drank before" Sasuke confessed.

"I know, otherwise you'd have done it by now" Naruto responded. Sasuke was silent. He looked at the black bottle in his hands, the cold glass numbing his fingertips, the smooth surface reflecting the moonlight and glimmering darkly. Naruto glanced over to Sasuke, noticing how he was just staring at the bottle with a perplexed expression. "What are you waiting for?" Naruto questioned. Sasuke merely tilted his head at the object.

"I'll get to it, I'm just trying to figure out how this helps" Sasuke answered innocently. Naruto stared at him for a few moments. Sasuke's naivety giving Naruto the strength of an epiphany, Naruto chuckled at Sasuke's virtuousness, smiling as he lightly took the bottle back.

"It doesn't" Naruto chuckled, lightly tossing the bottle into the sea. Taking one last puff from his cigarette he expelled it too into the sea. He looked over to see Sasuke's confused expression, Naruto smiled appreciatively towards him. He stepped closer to Sasuke and lightly pressed his lips against his forehead, Sasuke stood frozen with a burning face. "Thank you" Naruto whispered gratefully before turning and leaving the still frozen raven, returning to his quarters.

Sasuke raised his fingertips to his forehead, touching it with memory of the warmth. It wasn't sexual in any form, but had its essence of intimacy. Sasuke gazed at Naruto's door; he let a small, forbidden smile appear on his face. He felt content to know that his captain had returned to normal. Feeling the creeping touch of tiredness, he turned around to go and sleep.

Lulled to his sleep effortlessly, he slumbered without apprehension.

Nice.

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