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[doomedlvr]

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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⬩ pairing(s) sebastian "sebby" garvey (original male character) x musician!reader, carmen "carmy" berzatto x musician!reader, (brief) luca davies-bernardi x musician!reader

⬩ warning(s) language, toxic/emotionally abusive relationship, sad girl!reader (but it's okay bc it's gonna get better!), nervous!carmen, a hint of the crush on your professor trope, basically everything that comes with being a self-doubting music student, anxiety, mention of injury (burn), mean boyfriend alert :(

⬩ author's note super excited to post this. it's been in the works since july! special special thank you to my loves @nolita-fairytale and @arctvrvs! they've been down in the weeds with me as this story materialized, and should basically be seen as betas considering how much i was able to lean on them while creating this story. this one is near and dear to my heart, and i hope you all enjoy as much as i do writing it. a lot more to come, so stay tuned!

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A stage is a hard thing to command. That fact is one of the first things you learn when stepping onto it. Just the sheer act of pretending like one is comfortable with doing so takes hours of preparation; late nights full of callous skin and cramping muscles; dry eyes from staring at the same two measures, listening to the same four beats; and more dedication than one ever thinks one can give.

But it is wonderful. And, God, does it make you feel alive.

That feeling one gets from knowing that you hold the attention of the entire room. The action of creating a sound or movement big enough to reach the very back wall of the recital hall. To reach and affect the furthest person in the furthest seat.

However, tonight is not your night to conquer those feats or enjoy that attention. Instead, you get to act as a member of the audience, residing in a plush seat near the very front of the stage. It’s a little uncomfortable, but the way Sebastian glides his bow across the strings of his violin more than makes up for it. He makes it look effortless, but you know it’s anything but.

No one can look away from where Seb stands at the left of the conductor. His movements are seamless–suave and mesmerizing. His playing even more so, the quiver of his vibrato touching enough to make Hilary Hahn shed a tear or two. Full of character yet seeped in control, it causes you to look at him like he hangs the stars.

You don’t even glance down to reposition the bouquet of red petunias in your lap. Tonight is Sebastian’s night, and nothing will stop you from catching every single note of the first movement of Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto in E Minor Op. 64. The piece ends with a high-energy tutti–every performer’s sound becoming one–and you’re the first one on your feet after the conductor cuts off the final note.

The rest of the room joins in your standing and clapping, several whistles of admiration filtering from the crowd to the stage. Sebastian, his smile as wide as it’ll ever get, takes his bow.

The roar of applause grows a little louder. Your hands hurt from clapping, but you can’t care.

It was wonderful. He’s wonderful.

A small grin tugs at your lips at the sight of Sebastian turning to shake hands with Abeni–the Concertmaster and one of your fellow classmates–and Dr. Hansen–the conductor and highly respected orchestral music professor. Your smile blossoms further when the entire orchestra (which mostly consists of orchestral performance majors) takes a final bow. The relief visibly lifts off his shoulders, into the air of the concert hall, and blankets right over you.

Although it squeezes and tenses most of your muscles, you’re able to keep a pleasant, proud expression. Smile unfaltering. Clap never breaking in rhythm. It takes you absolutely no effort to fake the dread pooling inside your stomach. You’ve gotten quite good at it, actually.

How’s the saying go? Practice makes perfect.

.・゜゜・

Sebastian’s been a magnet as long as you’ve known him. He easily attracts anyone within the near vicinity. Now is no different as everyone from professors to members of the orchestra surround and congratulate him. You stand and wait patiently a few feet away as Sebastian jokes with the principal cellist, Kenny, with light eyes. Your usual place, but you don’t mind it.

It isn’t until Kenny points you out to Sebastian that he turns to you. Face brighter than the sun, you drag your gaze over the suit you helped him pick out for tonight. He’s already loosened his tie and undone the top two buttons. And taken off his suit jacket, which you suspect is bunched up somewhere backstage. You’ll have to remind him to hang it up properly tonight. So it doesn’t wrinkle. Flicking your eyes back up, you’re heart speeds at the way he steps over toward you.

“That was amazing, Sebby,” you breathe out after traveling over, hand reaching to settle a hand on his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

Sebastian sends you a half smile. His hand reaches for yours. He gives it a small squeeze before letting it drop.

“Thank you, darling,” he rushes out, pressing an even faster kiss on your forehead. “Go fetch my things, yeah? Can’t be late to my own get-together.”

You blink and clutch the bouquet. He doesn’t even glance at the flowers before departing with an arm around Kenny, laughing to him and a few others about how close he was to fucking up a  measure in the middle of his first piece. You blink again. Bite the skin inside your cheek.

“Okay, yeah.”

Your attempt at an answer reaches nowhere near his ears and ends up trailing off into nothing.

It takes you all of ten minutes to gather Sebby’s belongings–both his violin cases, suit jacket, and music binder. The bouquet and your purse are still in your grasp as well, and you’re certain you look something foolish as you struggle toward the building’s exit. Balancing his items along with your own proves to be just as difficult as it sounds. You bumble and nearly drop one of the cases, but what makes your chest jump is the unexpected call of your name. A sigh of relief leaves you when you turn and see a familiar pair of warm, brown eyes.

Dr. Henry Solano. Department Chair of Composition at the Royal Danish Academy of Music. Your trusted advisor. And the only reason you haven’t gone completely insane during your recital preparation.

“Need some help?” It sounds like a question, but he’s already over and lifting the violin cases out of your hands with a knowing grin before you can answer. You give him a small thank you and sheepish expression. He nods at you and holds open the door. It isn’t until both of you are outside and several steps away from the building that Henry clears his throat.

“While I wanna ask what kind of guy leaves his girlfriend to carry all his shit, I think my time would be better spent asking you about how you think your recital prep is going.”

You sigh. “He’s just inside saying goodbye to a few people. And it’s going good, I’m actually really excited.”

There’s a wobble in your answer that you hope Henry doesn’t notice.

“But?”

The single word pulls another sigh from you.

“...I’m really fucking nervous,” you release with a laugh and Henry has to chuckle alongside you. “Probably more nervous than excited, if I’m being honest.”

“If it makes you feel any better, what we went over a few days ago sounded great,” Henry tells you. “You might not think you’re ready, but I know you are. Wouldn’t let the program happen if you weren’t.”

Something in his voice allows you to breathe easily. For now, at least. His deep, steady tone has been a sense of comfort, a place of ease ever since you moved to the City of Spires. He’s always been there, whether your problems have to do with a tricky rhythmic passage or with your family back at home.

“This is you, right?”

You nod as Henry points out your nearby… something. You don’t bother to remember the name of the make and model. It’s somewhere on the registration papers stuffed in the glove compartment.

“Yep,” you tell him, fishing the keys out of your pocket and popping the trunk. “I really appreciate it, Prof.”

Henry shakes his head as he slides the violin cases into the vehicle. He even grabs Seb’s suit jacket and binder, placing them neatly in the back before shutting the trunk.

“It’s no problem, hun” he promises and you can tell he means it. “And I was serious about what I said earlier. You’re gonna kill it. I’m certain.”

A warm feeling blossoms throughout your chest. You bite the inside of your cheek and glance down at the flowers still in your grasp. Before you can even realize what you’re doing, you hold out the bouquet with a small smile.

“Here. As a thank you.”

Henry huffs out a laugh, scratching the back of his head. He purses his lips, eyes softening at your action.

“No, I couldn’t–”

“I insist,” you nod, pushing them closer to the now bashful professor. “As an extra thank you. Not just for this, but the entire semester. And the four others before that.”

Henry sighs at your words, staring at you. Then the flowers. Then back at you. Finally, he takes them delicately, and your face brightens in victory. It’s the least you could do.

“Thank you.”

His words are quiet but moving. He observes the flowers with a meaningful intention and you blink when he carefully removes one from the bouquet and hands it back to you. It takes everything inside you to force away the wave of wetness that wants to pool at your eyes.

You grab the single petunia, so bright and red, and take a moment to treasure how pretty it is.

“I’ll see you on Monday. Three, right?”

A nod from Henry.

“Uh-huh. And do me a favor and don’t look at any of the music until tomorrow evening at the latest. Give your brain a little break.” He wants to laugh at the way your eyebrows pinch together but doesn’t. “I’m serious. Don’t need you overanalyzing shit this close to the performance.”

A breath blows from your lips and you lull your head to the side. Well, there go your plans for tomorrow morning.

“Fine.”

“Good,” Henry winks with a kind hand on your shoulder. “See you Monday.”

With that, he’s gone. Whisking himself away further into the parking lot and making sure to hold his gift from you upright. You nibble at your bottom lip, looking back at your flower. Raising it, it just about reaches your nose. Only a hint of sweetness meets your nose before a loud hoot cuts through the silence, startling you.

The flower drops from your hands, onto the hard cement beneath you. You hurry to try and pick it back up but the flash of a familiar face prevents you from doing so.

“There you are, come on!”

A sloppy kiss presses into your cheek and you just barely conceal a frown at the unpleasantly wet feeling it leaves behind. You’re suddenly surrounded by a rowdy group of Kenny, Emil, Lars, and Seb. The latter with a heavy hand around your arm as he pulls you to the driver’s seat of the car.

“Need you to drive. You’re the only one who knows the way to Anya’s place from here.”

You know for a fact that that’s not true, but Sebastian shoves the keys in your hand before you can remind him. You’re promptly shuffled into the driver’s seat, Lars who called shotgun settling in next to you. Through the rearview mirror, you see your boyfriend, Emil, and Kenny clamber into the back seat.

The four young men continue their hollers as you pull out of the parking space. You drive as they talk loudly, slapping the seats, full of post-performance adrenaline. There’s an attempt from you to laugh and joke along, but the flower from Henry sitting sad back on the pavement clouds your mind in a haze that lasts all the way to your destination.

.・゜゜・

Carmen’s head hurts. He’s been staring at the table of scribbles and drawings of potential dishes for hours now, and his head hurts. Nothing is working. Flavors are clashing and the color isn’t right.

“Fuck,” he spits out quietly, eyes reaching up to rub his eyes painfully hard. Nothing is fucking working. What the hell are these flavors? And don’t even get him started on the colors.

He carelessly drops his pencil, letting it bounce against the table and onto the floor. It falls next to the other seven he’s chucked down there. Fingers running through his greasy hair, Carmen sniffs. Break. He needs a break.

Luca is already out on the balcony, halfway done with his cigarette. A nasty habit he’d picked up under the stress of the kitchen, but he’s young. He can quit later.

Carmen doesn’t have to say a word as Luca plucks a smoke from his own pack and hands it to him. Carmen lights his cigarette with familiar ease, the action feeling automatic after all this time. He finds himself grateful when the gracious silence continues, yet his thankfulness leaves him at record speed when Luca rumbles out a quiet, “Still working on recipes?”

A wordless nod from Carmen pushed a mixture of smoke and a light laugh from Luca’s lips.

“You need a break, Carm.”

“I am taking a break. Right here, with you.”

“A real one–one that has nothing to do with making sure the colors on your plate match. You need to get outta the apartment. Get somewhere where I’m not the only person you see.”

It’s Carmen’s turn to laugh, and it’s almost bitter. “You’re the only person I like.”

Luca pauses at the words, a small smile decorating the drag he inhales.

“I’m flattered, mate. Really. Still taking you out tonight, though.”

Carmen’s eyebrows furrow almost painfully. He shakes his head and almost chokes at the smoke he let sit in his lungs for too long.

“I don’t wanna go to a party.”

“It’s not a party,” Luca clarifies, looking away from the currently calm sidewalk that lies nicely in front of their apartment and at Carmen. “Just something a friend of a friend invited me to. Some gathering at someone’s place over in Vanløse–”

Carmen’s speaking before he means to, his voice pinched in a whine.

“–I don’t wanna fuckin’ go.”

Luca stops, a look cutting over to the Berzatto with expertly subdued annoyance. God, he hates it when Carmen gets like this. Pissy and borderline rude and completely consumed in something he doesn’t need to be. He stares for one more moment, just to make Carmen feel it a bit, before smashing out his cigarette in the ashtray to his right. He’s turning to head back inside when a low sorry halts him.

“Sorry,” Carmen whispers out again. He searches helplessly for something else to say, eyes trailing down to Luca’s sneakers. Forest Green Campus 00s. Adidas. The pair Luca’s been looking forward to since the announcement of their return two months ago. “They look good.”

Luca follows Carmen’s gaze and has to bite back a proud smile. “...Thanks. Picked them up this morning. You know, I’ve still got an in with the guy, might be able to get you a pair. Whatever color.”

A slow nod bobs Carmen’s head. He turns back to the city, a long cloud of smoke streaming from his lips. “Maybe… maybe.”

As Luca turns to resume his journey back to the flat’s living room, one last mumble catches just inside his ear. 

“I’ll go.”

The pastry chef grins to himself, sliding open the balcony door and leaving Carmen alone in the kind Copenhagen air of late afternoon. Carmen spills a heavy sigh. Only now does he remember the burn on his hand from yesterday’s mishap in the kitchen, still sore and fresh.

He really should patch that up.

.・゜゜・

Sebastian, Lars, Emil, and Kenny are tumbling out of the car before you pull it to a full stop. The quiet it brings doesn’t allow it to irritate you. If anything, you’re grateful for the lack of whatever the hell the four of them were rambling about on the drive over.

You take your time getting out of the vehicle, triple-checking to make sure it’s locked before falling into line behind the guys. They knock on Arya’s front food an obnoxious amount of times, and you can already imagine the look on her face when she swings it open.

“It’s open, you idiots,” Arya groans out as soon as she pulls open the door. Lars giggles childishly, and you feel a hand grab at your wrist. Seb. He yanks you into his side as he enters behind Kenny, Lars, and Emil.

Arya looks right past all of them, cementing her gaze onto you. She tugs you away from Seb, gently, squeezing a warm hug around you.

“Hi, love,” she breathes out over the already commotion of the music and guests in the other rooms.

When she breaks away, something inside you needs you to turn to Sebastian. Does he need anything? A snack? Drink? Drink, he definitely needs a drink after an already long evening of sonatas and concertos.

Arya can feel you thinking, the strain of the gears in your head bleeding out of you clear as day. She flicks her eyes to Sebastian, who’s already accompanying Emil to another room. Before you can turn any further, Arya links an arm with yours and guides you down the hall to your left.

“Wait, but,” you try, but she shushes you. “Arya…”

She tuts you one last time, shuffling you towards a closed door. She flicks it open, and you’re both inside before you get the chance to blink.

Arya’s bedroom.

A collage of old polaroids you watched her take on the pier of Svanemølle Beach is still taped to the side of her queen bed. The one you spent laying on for most of last summer, as you cried over the problems that attempted to follow you over the Atlantic. All the while Arya helps you through your tears with delicate hands and comforting whispers.

You smile at the fairy lights she has hung in the corner of the room. They’re just as warm as you remember.

“How’s work going?”

Arya lets out a sigh but smiles. She’s been working as a music teacher at a nearby primary school for the past several months–teaching children the more simple concepts of music theory. Arya had been in her last year of Music Education when you arrived on campus as a wide-eyed, shaky freshman. You’ve been under her wing ever since, staying close and growing closer as the two of you watched each other learn and age through womanhood. Shoulder by shoulder. Step by step. In many ways, she reminded you of your older sister. The nice one.

You wonder how she’s doing.

“It’s actually going really great,” she grins with something warm. “My co-workers are nice and the kids are sweethearts. I’m especially excited for when Christmas comes around. Hearing them sing those little carols I have planned for their holiday recital is going to have everyone melting. Oh! Speaking of recitals, how’s your prep going? Are you ready?”

A thick bile threatens to rise up your throat.

“Can we talk about something else, please?”

Arya squints her eyes with crossed arms and pursed lips. She thinks for a moment.

“Okay, fine. How’s the man-child?”

“...Can we talk about something else, please–”

Arya stops you with a scoff. “I just really don’t get it, darling. You deserve so much better than that. I mean, i’s why I dragged you away so quickly. So you couldn’t dote over him like he’s your kid.”

“I don’t dote on him,” you clarify, and the bile rises a little higher. “I just like to take care of him.”

Another sigh from Arya. This one’s longer and extra heavy. She just stares at you for a moment before stepping over and pressing a kiss into your forehead.

“Gotta go make sure Eli’s not fucking up anything, you know how he can get. Stay in here as long as you want, ‘kay?”

With that, Arya heads for the door. You don’t catch the sympathetic look she throws back to you before trekking down the hall, the clunk of her thick platform boots falling into a quiet nothing.

She got the job right out of graduation, which neither of you could believe. Yet you still celebrated the offer with plenty of fruit wine with a name on the label you don’t dare try to pronounce.

A burn heats your eyes. Snapping them shut, your fists clench. You feel as though you’re ten years old all over again. Standing in your room back home. Legs ratting. Little heart sore and broken.

Get over it a horribly familiar voice sneers inside your head, echoing with a darkness you still struggle to find yourself in. Get over it.

Your recovery happens in record time. It’s as though you blinked and you’re walking into the front room with a drink for Sebastian held safe in your hands. A simple plastic cup with an even simpler party punch mix that was made concocted by Arya a little while ago.

You make it to Sebastian, who’s busy chatting amongst a group of familiar faces. Lars and Kenny next to him, the two of them messily laughing and talking over one another. Lux across from them, to Sebastian’s right, giving an impressive attempt at trying to follow along the several spillages of words tumbling out around her.

A few others you recognize from campus are there, too, but your eyes gravitate towards Sebastian. Your hand is soft and careful as you graze it across his shoulder. The expression on his face when he turns to meet your eyes drops your stomach a little, but you smile through it.

“Hi, Sebby. Brought you a drink.”

He waves you off. The flick of a grin crosses his face, but it’s rude and dismissive. You swallow and try again.

“It’s just the stuff Rya made,” you mumble out quietly, not wanting to attract any extra attention. Sebastian cuts his eyes to you, fingers wiggling in a silent order for you to knock it off. Something inside you makes you try one more time. “You sure, baby?”

A gasp tightens your chest once Seb finally turns around, placing a grip on your waist and jerking you toward him. His other arm circles around you as his lips press up against your ear. There’s a tight smile on his face, and you have to balance the drink to keep him from sloshing onto the back of his shirt.

A squeeze on your hips.

“Can you just fuck the hell off, baby? Please?”

Sebastian pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes. His smile is still plastered across his face, something vile behind it. You blink and tip the corners of your mouth upwards. A stiff nod finally allows him to let you go. You keep smiling as he returns to the group, jumping back into the conversations with a sickening ease.

Your eyes dance around the room, and you feel so hot. Glancing down into the cup, your legs haul your body back to the sink in the kitchen. You don’t remember to blink as you dump the liquid down the drain. The rest of the world grows mute around you for what feels like hours.

.・゜゜・

Carmen found that it’s a lot easier to do things when Luca’s around. Too bad he’s back somewhere in another part of the house Carmen can’t remember. In the middle of a riveting back and forth with someone Carmen can’t remember the name of.

Carmen steps into the kitchen, skin sizzling with uncertainty. His gaze zips right to a young woman staring deeply into the steel of the sink. He blinks and glances around.

Is… is she real?

The chef waits a few moments. When the woman doesn’t disappear, Carmen feels his throat tighten.

He debates just leaving whoever she is be, but his mouth is so dry. And he needs some kind of alcohol if he’s going to make it through the next few hours. His feet take easy steps toward where the rest of the drinks sit pretty in a bucket of ice on the other side of the stranger.

The deep breath he inhales only steadies him a tad as he continues. He freezes when you turn to him. He can barely get out his small, “You mind if I get a drink?”

Carmen knows he’s blushing when you look at his lips. He bites at them unintentionally, waiting for you to say something. Anything. Finally–

“Sorry, what?”

Carmen relaxes a little and almost smiles. His eyes soften at the genuinely lost expression on your face.

“Nothing, just uh,” he starts, “just tryna get… something to drink.”

It takes a long ten seconds of you and Carmen staring at one another for you to realize that you’re blocking his access to the drinks on the counter.

“Oh, sorry,” you hurry out and scoot away. Carmen is quick to shake his head.

“No problem,” Carmen replies and is quick to shake his head at you. “S’alright.”

Silence fills the area as he goes to pull a random drink from the ice. He doesn’t remember to glance at the label on the glass, mind busy with averting his gaze from where you stand. You’re no better, shuffling back and forth in your chunky heels. The ones you decided to wear because you know how much Sebastian likes them.

Carmen barely stops himself from jumping when you quietly ask, “Are you a student at the conservatory?”

Conservatory?

“Con-conservatory? Uh, no. No, I’m, uh, I’m a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that dragged me out here tonight.”

Your nod is interrupted by the dropping of your head, as another wave of weak but noticeable tears pools its way into your eyes. Carmen’s widens slightly, and his internal desire to retreat back into himself is so strong.

“Are you, uh… are you okay? You just, you got some,” Carmen sputters, finger reaching up to gesture toward his eyes. When he tries to finally push out the question, the sound of footsteps stops him.

“Carmen? You good?”

Everyone in the room pauses. You and Carmen, who looks like a deer caught in headlights, whip your heads toward Luca. His gaze immediately drags over to you, and he swallows. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not. Just talking to…” Carmen shrinks into nothing looking back at you. Name. He wants your name. You rattle it off to him in a way that makes the skin on his neck redden some more. Carmen repeats it softly, those big, baby blues intense and unmoving. Luca steps further into the kitchen, smiling lightly at the way the syllables fall from your lips.

Your lips. They’re nice, even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“I’m Luca. That’s Carmen.”

Their names fit perfectly. So perfect, that it makes you forget all about the cup you dropped in the sink. Carmen clears his throat and sniffs. He shifts, unsure of what to say next, but grimaces harshly when he brushes his hand up against the hard of the counter. Your eyebrows furrow at the action but unwrinkle as soon as you see the bright burn on his hand.

Luca, who moves as soon as Carmen hisses, rounds the island in the middle of the room. He towers over Carmen, grabbing the smaller man’s hand and raising it up to get a better look.

“I thought you took care of that,” Luca gently scolds, face pinched into a frown.

“Yeah, no,” Carmen answers.

Just as Luca lets go of Carmen, you take a smaller step toward the men. “Uh, I can patch that up, if you want. There’s stuff up in the bathroom to take care of it, plus I’m really close with the owner of the house. I know she wouldn’t mind. Especially since you’re a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend.”

Carmen lets himself grin a little while Luca releases a short chuckle.

“Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll take you up on that.” He turns to Luca and begins to follow where you’re heading for a nearby hallway. “I’ll be back in a second–”

“Luca can come, too. If you want. Arya won’t care.”

Carmen shuffles so you can’t see the way he widens his eyes at Luca. He tries to nod as inconspicuously as possible, and the taller man has to hold back the strong giggle that tries to exit him.

“Yes, okay,” Luca nods with a shrug, looking to you with a soft smile. “Lead the way.”

© superhoeva

#the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #luca x reader #chef luca x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #luca the bear #chef luca #au: rule of three

[the-bone-sys]

i wish there was more in person plural community. like, i'm able to find a queer community at school (my main in person community space), because we're able to speak about it and find each other. there's a club dedicated to us, the concept of queerness is well known and mainstream enough that there is at least sometimes space for us. people put pronouns in their bios and emails, we can mention having a same-gender partner or changing our name. even if nothing is done about it, it's acknowledged that discrimination against queer people exists and is against the rules. we can talk about it safely (all of that is in my own experience in a fairly progressive area. queerness and plurality are obviously very different and have very different histories regarding discrimination. i'm comparing them because they are both parts of our identity that can be similarly isolating and difficult to talk about).

in contrast, plurality is almost entirely isolating. sure, there's discord servers and other online communities, but there is just no safety in person. it's incredibly difficult to find other plural people, especially nearby or in the same spaces as us (such as school). even though statistically, there should be at least two, more likely several or more of us in our (large) school, it often feels like we are the only system in a 100 mile radius. it's difficult to explain to singlets and in our experience, leads to them ignoring it (not calling us by our names, etc), being really weird about it ("omg can i date x fictive i love that character") or just trying to prove us wrong. unfortunately, this inability to be open about plurality or talk about it at all leads to us not being able to find each other in person, making us feel lonely or even like it would be ridiculous to want anyone to acknowledge or accommodate us, because we feel like we are the only system there anyways.

in my mind, at least, the only remedy for this is more visibility and awareness about the plural community, especially offline. for us, this just means having a plural (&) pin on our pencil case, having our spotify public on our discord profile while we're listening to our plural feels playlist, or using we/us for ourselves instead of me/i. maybe it means making a social media post about a funny thing a plural friend said (w/ permission ofc) or mentioning a plural youtuber as one of your favorite youtubers. maybe it even means letting your friends know that you're plural or introducing yourselves with your own names if you're in a club or smth that does intros every meeting. my point is, having visibility doesn't have to be fully "coming out" if you can't/don't want to do that. a pin that only other plurals would understand or using some plural language is fine too (of course, you don't have to be open in any way about your plurality at all). the point is that showing in some way, no matter how subtly, your plurality might help other plurals to see you and realize that they are not alone. it might cause a singlet to look into plurality and be more accepting and safe. it might start to open a door for in person community. or it might not. but regardless of whether the plurals that see you and realize that there are plural people in that space talk to you about it or do anything with this information, at least someone feels more safe, and less alone. -Zephyr, they/them

#pluralgang #plural #pro endo #endo safe #plural system #plurality #lgbtq plural #system #sysmeds dni #lgbtq community #lgbtq #queer community #queer #plural community #in person community #in person plural #in person plural community #is so important #istg #long post

[francis-writes]

I saw that you are talking requests is it possible to get reader (she/her) giving The Grabber a titjob. Because he been looking at her breast then decided to give it a try. Also can it be like pure steamy up to you. Plus i love your writing i read the Xmas one and it blew my mind away also Merry Christmas

A/N: hey, i'm so sorry i wasn't posting recently, i had a writer's block but i will try to post more often. I'm not proud of this story, i could write it better but i just needed to finish smth

You never expected that you would get kidnapped. And you definitely never expected that you would end up having a steamy romance with your kidnapper. But hey, who can blame you? You were the one in the basement. And you were incredibly bored. There weren't many things you could do, except for sleeping or staring at the wall. And your "host" was quite handsome - or at least he became handsome because you couldn't see any other human being. Well, at the end, you found some entertainment. And the Grabber wasn't complaining when one day you greeted him completely naked, with a tempting proposition.

Your relation has been going on for some time, you already spent a few passionate nights (or days; hard to say when you're locked in the basement) together. The Grabber visited you again but you didn't do anything lewd yet. He was just sitting in front of you, listening as you were talking about something from your past life. He wouldn't be able to tell the specific topic since he wasn't paying attention. Not that he didn't care about whatever you wanted to say, he just couldn't focus. The main cause of his problems was your shirt. Well, it was his shirt before but your clothes became to dirty and Al had to give you something to change. Buying something in woman's shop would be too suspicious so you endes up in his boxers and shirt. But it was too tight for you. To be specific, it was too small in the chest so you could fasten only a few bottom buttons and your breast were perfectly visible between unbuttoned shirt.

"Al? Are you listening?" Your voice brought him back to reality.

"Sorry, I got lost in thoughts"

"What were you thinking about?"

He shot a glance to your chest.

"About you, little dove" he replied smoothly.

"Thanks but I noticed that you were staring at my boobs" you unbuttoned bottom of your shirt and took it off "If you want to play, just say"

Al smiled, he loved your directness. He kneeled in front of you and took your breasts in his hands. The Grabber admired the touch of your skin. It was so warm, soft and delicate. So easy to cut. Of course he would never hurt you. At least as long as you were behaving well.

He began to caress you and took your nipple in his mouth. He was sucking on it and teasing with his tongue. You tilted your head back in pleasure.

When he finished, you lay down, spreading your legs, but Al stopped you. The sight was tempting but he had other idea to try. He took of his clothes and sat on a stool he brought here some time ago. You crawled to him on all fours, knowing very well that sight of you being so obedient and servile always pumped his ego (and other parts of him).

"Do you want me to start with a blowjob or sucking your balls?"

The Grabber ruffled your hair.

"We can do it later, but for now I have another idea. Did you ever tried titjob?"

You shook your head and smiled.

"No but I'm willing to give it a try"

Al moved his hand up and down his dick until it got hard. You spit on it to and then he slid it between your boobs. You squeezed your breast and started moving them up and down. The Grabber regretted that he couldn't touch your tits but instead he grabbed the edges of the stool and he leaned against the wall, praying that this moment would never end. You were bouncing up and down, your knees started to hurt but you didn't gave up.

Finally he came, spraying your chest with his cum. He was still breathing heavily but you could guess by the smile on his face that he was more than happy. You didn't want to bother him but you really needed to clean yourself so you asked

"Can you bring me some towel or a rag? I would like to wipe it" you pointed at your bust.

"I'd rather enjoy this sight a few more minutes, but if you really need, clean yourself with my shirt. I'll bring you new one later"

He seemed to consider something while you were wiping off cum from your body. Eventually he made a decision and said

"I will send my brother to shop so you will be able to take a shower before he comes back"

You freezed, surprised. He never let you leave the basement before.

"Really? You trust me?"

"I shouldn't have?" Al raised an eyebrow.

"No, don't worry, I won't betray your trust"  you quickly defended yourself "I'm just... honoured"

The Grabber smiled and caressed your cheek.

"You deserve that"

#the grabber x reader #the grabber imagine #albert shaw imagine #albert shaw x reader

[sigyns-drafts]

【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】

Adopted!Oc with Loki's family

➩ Heldril had been taken into Loki's family, thanks to Sigyn finding the young girl wandering alone during winter ''exploring''. After being accepted with open arms, Heldril quickly adjusted into her new life and chaotic famliy!

Matching their strange natures and behavior, like she had always belonged there. Compared to most days the famliy spent outside, on this sunny day it seemed like Loki was in a playful mood, enough to be planning on something for them to do today!

➩ Reader type: None!

⚠: Family fluff, romantic fluff, flirting between parents, siblings teasing each other!

A/N: This was orignally a story that i posted on my main blog, as a gift for my online daugther @heldril oc, Heldril! I thought i would repost it here to bring back good old memories, i adore you so much kiddo!! ♡

Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.

Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~” The god said softly, admiring his wife happily.

The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.

“Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?” Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him.

She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.

Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!

It wasn’t often Sigyn’s freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!

In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!

It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.

Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game everyone!”

Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, “Oh father, and what could that possibly be?”

“Probably something stupid, I bet” Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.

“Oh I love games!” Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!

“Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren’t you? Just like fenrir.” Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.

“Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to achieve things around here, lazy bum” Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr’s entertainment.

“Gosh you’re so easy to make tense brother~!” Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two.

Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.

“It’s a new game i just invented at the spot,” said Loki with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here’s the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down.”

The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.

“I don’t know about this..” said Narfi.

“What if something goes wrong?”

Loki just laughed. “Relax, kid. It’s just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I’ll protect you!” Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.

“Well i- I was thinking more about pa-” Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement.

Causing the boy to fall on his back, “oof!”

“Oops- Let’s start!!” He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.

“Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten,” Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.

With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.

The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.

The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl.

“I think I smell him!” he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.

Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods.

Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.

“Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?” Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.

“F-Fenrir..is getting away we need to-”

“Get on my back brother!”

“Wha-?!”

Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they’d make it!

Back together again, Heldril let’s Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing.

Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.

“You got me,” Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn’t keep on playing forever.

Sigyn couldn’t help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up.

“A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one~” she spoke, teasing him excitedly.

Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms.

“Oh shush!” He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.

The children couldn’t help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.

“That was truly an amazing adventure!” Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Absolutely! Can’t wait to get back into the waters..” said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh brother, such a selfish soul..” Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr’s behavior.

“Am not! I’m literally cooking out here and have for a long time now. I might shed my snake skin and throw it at you if you don't watch it Hel!”

Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.

“But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I’ll be even trickier to catch.” Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.

Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. “Now, who’s ready for some lunch?”

“You bet I am!” Fenrir barks, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Make that two, don’t let the greedy wolf eat everything me and Sigyn brought.” Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.

“Make it three! I’d die for some juicy apples right now.” Sleipnir happily joins in.

So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other’s company and the simple pleasure of being together.

#writing #norse mythology #fluff #famliy fluff #gift #loki's family #loki #sigyn #sleipnir #hel #fenrir #jormungandr #narfi and vali #heldril #romantic fluff #fanfic #loki x sigyn #logyn

[justme315]

Gt july day 1

Enchanted

!Warning!

Mention of: Bullying, abuse, witchcraft; angst

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Leo was having a terrible day. He was bullied every day at school, but today was worse. His main bully - Bill - and his two friends - Andrew and Dicky - took all his stuff and ruined it. Even his phone. Bill was the worst of them all, he took his things, money, food, and even sometimes beat him when he was really pissed off. Dicky was his right-hand, helping out. Andrew was different. He hardly ever did anything, usually just watched. He didn't seem that bad, he even helped Leo once - when Bill was beating him, he told him enough was enough and they should stop and go. He didn't know if it was because he felt sorry for him or if he was worried the teachers would see them, but at the moment it was just helpful. Mostly, however, he just stared, no visible emotion written on his face.

Today Leo is done with it. Bill was ruining his life for no reason at all. He decided to curse Bill. He had practiced witchcraft for some time to be ready to end the abuse. Today Bill crossed the line that made the boy crazy and he did it - he did the curse. All he had to do was put some herbs in a jar, a note with an intention ("make him feel as small as Leo felt"), then put the jar somewhere close enough for Bill to crush it, so the course would be imposed on him. As simple as that. Everything was going well for a while. Untill..

He did everything. Eventually he will get his revenge. He went to school and waited long enough for Bills and his class to have PE together. He was sure the locker was Bills. He planned almost everything. Almost is the key word. He put the jar in the locker on the edge so that it would be as easy as possible for it to fall out, so that the curse would immediately start working. He didn't go to PE that day. He remained hidden behind several lockers, waiting for his bully to return.

He waited over 20 minutes until he heard something. He looked back and saw Bill's locker opening.

"Yes, finally" he whispered. He would finally get his justice. He came closer and saw Andrew. Oh shit. Andrew. He took Bill's hoodie causing the jar to fall.

"NO!" Leo shouted. He didn't have time to blink when he realized he couldn't see Andrew anymore.

"What…?" He panicked. "It was supposed to make Bill feel small, not make Andrew disappear!"

He didn't have time to think, he just ran closer. When he heard a quiet scream, he knew he had not disappeared Andrew. He looked down. He was there, on the floor, no more than four inches tall.

Andrew panicked. He was just supposed to take Bill's hoodie to the gym class and play some more basketball, but suddenly he became tiny. Like a mouse. And then the worst thing that could have happened happened. The boy his friends were bullying was just there while he was vulnerable. Andrew started shaking. He didn't want to die. He ran away.

"Wait a sec!" He heard Leo call out, but he wasn't going to listen. He was hiding under the locker, shivering. He felt his heart trying to break out of his chest. He was terribly scared. He was going to be killed by Leo, that was for sure. Before he knew it, a hand grabbed him and pulled him out from under the lockers. He looked into Leo's eyes. There was guilt and even sympathy in them. But there was something else too. Something resembling...

Amazement.

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Ik i should be posting one story for each day of July, but I decided that I will still take part in it and post one-shots for July gt challenge! I hope you'll like it!

#g/t #gt related #giant/tiny #gt community #giant tiny #gt #g/t concept #g/t writing #g/t angst #g/t related #gianttiny #giant #g/t community #g/t fearplay #g/t idea #g/t scenario #g/t short story #g/t thoughts #giant/tiny writing #gianttiny fearplay #gt writing #g/t july

[achaiapelides]

Spoilers for Chain of Thorns

Christopher might be alive

I saw a post a few days ago arguing very convincingly why Christopher might actually be alive and I wanted to add some arguments to it, but can't find it anymore. So I'm now making my own post about this. If you are more talented than me in finding this post, please tag whoever wrote it in the comments. Thank you.

Little disclaimer: I didn't look anything up in the books, because I don't have them with me. So there might be something I don't remember correctly. Please point that out in the comments if this is the case.

So, as stated, I believe that Christopher might not have died (at least not fully*) by the poison from Tatiana's dagger. Here are some arguments why I think so.

*He could have become a vampire after his death, as mentioned in said post I can't find anymore. The author of the post wrote that vampire blood could have been part of the poison, causing Christopher to go to the nearest vampire clan and get bitten by them.

Christopher's appearance in the whole book series: He is the main character with the least POVs (does he even have one?) and "screen time", even though he is a main character. That might indicate that he could become important in future books like TWP or the book about Matthew, to make the screen time more even. He also has almost no character development because his character is already good as it is. This might change or get more attention in a future book.

Christopher's appearance to Grace in the laboratory 1: First of all how random, that no other character in all of Cassie's books ever had an appearance like this even in way more challenging situations. Could this actually happen? Secondly, in this scene, Christopher asks Grace not to turn around to see him. Why would he do that if he was only a ghost or not even visible. I mean that would be the first thing I would expect to see if someone, who I think is dead, starts talking to me. Grace wouldn't be scared by that. But if he was actually alive or in a very... uh... unpretty condition... like for example that he somehow turned into a downworlder (vampire) and looks rather bloody, that could scare Grace, especially since she thinks he would be dead. So he warns her not to turn around. Now you might say: But the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice that was addressed by Grace, wouldn't that be the reason? That is just what Grace thinks of at that moment, but not the reason Christopher gives. Of I remember correctly, he gives no reason, just says "Don't turn around", and Grace listens.

Laboratory scene Part 2 - Orpheus and Eurydice parallel: As mentioned above, Grace thinks of this myth when she encounters Christmas in the laboratory. In the myth Orpheus basically tries to bring his beloved wife (?) Eurydice back from the dead. He manages to convince her soul to follow him out of the Underworld, but he has to promise her not to turn around until they manage to escape. Almost out of the Land of the Dead, Orpheus gets too noisy and turns around. So, he fails and Eurydice has to stay dead in the Underworld. But opposing to this myth Grace doesn't turn around to look at Christopher, which, according to that myth would mean that she brought him back from the dead successfully.

Cassie's theories before the book was published: If I remember correctly Cassie gave us three statements about what would happen in COT, two of them being true. I think it was something with Belial and flying over London as a bird (true), one of the main characters dying (true?) and one of then turning into a downworlder (wrong?). While everyone at the time thought that was about Matthew, it now applies to Christopher. Why would she choose the downworlder theory, if she didn't actually think about making one of her characters one. And we know Cassie. She always has some surprise fir us, especially when a character like Christopher just randomly dies.

Motive for his death: There is none. While everyone else who dies, dies for a reason, Christopher's death seems so random and even at the end of the book, you won't find out why he died. This means that we probably get at least another mention of Christopher somewhere, to explain why he had to die.

Immortality as a vampire: As mentioned above, another mention or appearance of Christopher and Grace seems likely to me. But four of the five books we know about that Cassie will publish in the future, play a century later. So, to appear in them, Christopher and Grace must either invent time travel or become immortal. All the Harry Potter fans know what a mess happens when you add time travelling to a story. And I TWP there's also Thule and the Faerie Lands as different worlds, so that would just get to confusing. Therefore my guess is that if they actually appear, they would be immortal. The only way to become immortal as a Shadowhunter is to be bitten by a vampire. So, Christopher could have been bitten by a vampire, while "dead" and unattended and after months of struggles, came back to Grace. Grace, having nothing to lose, chooses to join Christopher and lets him bite her as well. If they tell their friends or not, is actually not quite important, but like this they could appear for example in TWP, to give the main characters some advice or help them with something. I mean, in a Grande Finale of a universe, the help of two science obsessed, former Shadowhunter vampires might be great.

Nobody is dealing with the aftermath: No funeral, no great remembering of Christopher, nothing. This might indicate that something happened that made it unnecessary for this to happen. Like, you know, Christopher actually being alive.

Here are also arguments I can think of, that would make it less likely for Christopher to be alive:

He's dead. Very dead. Anna literally said it. (But on the other hand, medical knowledge back then was not as good as it is today and they all were super shocked. They might have missed a sign that he was actually alive.)

Why would Cassie do that to us? (She did it with Livvy. Why not again? Just a little less destructive.)

I can't think if any other reasons right now, but if you have more arguments for this or even against it, please leave them in the comments or repost this. I will add the arguments here if you want to.

What do you think? Could Christopher actually be alive? Or is that impossible?

#shadowhunters #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the wicked powers #tsc #the last hours #chain of thorns #christopher lightwood #kit lightwood #grace blackthorn #grace cartwright #gracetopher

[duckdoeswords]

Change of Pace Ch.3 - I Know What I'm Doing

Summary: When a scandal breaks out after her father is arrested for Electoral fraud and Tax evasion she takes this opportunity to disappear leaving Atlas for a small town in the south where her Grandfather had a small farm that had fallen into disrepair. She arrives hoping to find a better life for herself and her daughter.

Words: 10,761

Main Relationship: Weiss Schnee/Ruby Rose

Rating: M

Notes: I'm currently working on posting links to fics I forgot about to tumblr. I'm also trying a new format for posting said links. If you want to set the mood for the fic please check out the playlist for it and you can check out my ko-fi if you want.

Fic:

Chapter Text

The drive back to her property was much more scenic in the daylight with fenced in pastures on either side with visible farm animals. “Horsies!” Ivory called pointing out her window, causing Weiss to look out her window to see a pasture full of horses, grazing peacefully. 

“Yeah. Horses.” Weiss turned her attention back to the road, watching for the part of the road that marked where she needed to turn, noticing a dingy yellow sign that marked the turnoff. Driving onto the unpaved road, the car shook slightly down the uneven path. Eventually, she came to the worn-out fence which she could now see was covered with creeping vines and weeds around the bottom. Pulling into the farm, she came to a stop in a small empty space just left of the gate. 

Putting the car in the park, leaving it running as she opened the door stepping out, and groaned. The property was a lot worse for wear than she had assumed it was last night. The weeds that she had thought only covered parts of the property she could now see were spread across nearly the entire property. There were more logs and even some rocks which she hadn’t seen the prior night. She let out a deep breath moving back around the car she looked at the front of the farmhouse which much like the rest of the property looked much worse than it had in the dark. There were weeds around the bottom of the porch and creeping vines crawling up the side of the walls. The wood that made up the walls looked like she could pull it apart with just her bare hands. The wood over the window and the door looked much sturdier than the wood the house was made of. Placing her hands on her hips, her shoulders moving up and down as she let out a heavy breath. ‘I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me.’ Opening the door, she climbed back inside her car and put it in reverse pulling out the county road and glancing in her rearview mirror at Ivory who kicked her legs back and forth happily as she looked out the window. 

The drive back to Tukson’s was spent listening to Ivory naming off all the animals she saw along the way and Weiss asking her what her favorite thing about each one was. 

“I like sheeps best ‘cause they look soooo soft. Do you think sheep are soft mommy?” 

“I’m sure they are. Maybe we can ask one of our neighbors if they’ll let you pet one?” 

“Really?” Ivory said excitedly, kicking her feet into the back of Weiss’s seat. 

“Hey!” Weiss looked over her shoulder at Ivory. “No kicking mommy’s seat.” 

Ivory looked sheepishly at her, ears pressed back on her head as she crossed her legs at the ankles. “Sorry, mommy.” 

“It’s fine, peanut. Mommy just needs to focus on the road.” 

“Okay!” Ivory said happily returning her attention to the world outside her window. 

They lapsed into silence for barely a moment before Ivory spoke up from the back. “I think I like horses a lot too. They have pretty hair.” 

“You mean their manes?” Weiss glanced at Ivory in her rearview mirror as she came to a stop at a red light. 

“Yeah. I like them.” Weiss listened to Ivory prattle on about horses and farm animals occasionally adding animals you would never find on a farm to her list. Weiss turned into Tukson’s parking lot, maneuvering into a parking space close to the inn side of the Inn and Tavern. Turning the car off, Weiss climbed out making her around to Ivory’s door. She opened the door, unbuckling her and letting her climb out. 

Closing the door, Weiss noticed the suitcases that filled the trunk and knew that, eventually, she would have to bring them up to her room. Taking a deep breath she turned to look down at Ivory who was sitting on the ground, pulling her shoes from her feet. “Seriously?” 

“They’re pinchy.” 

Read on ao3

#Change of Pace #CoP #Whiterose #Whiterose fanfiction #duck does words #my fanfiction #Ivory Schnee #Weiss Schnee #Ruby Rose #RWBY #RWBY Fanfiction

[gvftea]

”

You never know what they're doing behind the scenes so I think this fandom could use a lesson in how to not jump to conclusions or assume the worst."

As someone who works in activism and advocacy, let me shed some light on the humanitarian crisis in Palestine and lay it out in a way that will make it digestible for you. If you choose to not read any of this, it's okay to say you don't care, but don't be a wuss and hide behind anonymity to do it because I (along with many others) don't want to be associated with people like that.

The main point here is transparency and avoiding hidden action. There is zero room for secrecy when it comes to this genocide and standing in solidarity to those who are being wiped out. The people of Palestine are begging for visibility and it's gotten to the point where U.S. citizens are resorting to extreme measures, including self-immolation (or setting themselves on fire, in layman's terms).

It is extremely valid to criticize artists or really any person who claims to be an activist (whether it's through messages they send through their songs, personal statements they've made on their profiles about being allies to people of color, and the band's brand as a whole, which are all things that Greta Van Fleet have done) but only speak out on humanitarian issues when pressured or when it directly affects them (Again, both are things that Greta Van Fleet has done).

This is the truth and despite aligning with the ideals of peace, love, and unity, no one (including the band itself) wants to take concrete action to support those values. It's more than likely that those who dismiss public action from their favorite artists as ineffective or suggest that support is being provided privately have not taken any tangible steps to support Palestine. Yes I am talking about the majority of the crowd chanting, "Theyre probably doing things in real life", "Posting isn't going to do anything", and "They're probably doing things behind closed doors".

I also saw criticism on here regarding the criticism for Greta Van Fleet and the support for Zionist artists. It is important to note and clarify that holding an artist accountable, having differing opinions on an artist's character than the rest of the herd, or criticizing an artist's actions does not equal a boycott.

Additionally, people who genuinely care about the Palestinian cause are not supporting artists who merely preach peace, love, and unity and/or claim to be a feminist or any sort of humanitarian in any form but have not demonstrated tangible support for Palestine. They are also certainly not supporting artists who are known Zionists. There is plenty of music and artists out there to listen to (especially in the rock genre) who have been openly supportive to the Palestinian causes and those similar to it that you don't have to listen to Zionist artists to have good music.

Furthermore, when it comes to Greta Van Fleet it is fine to separate the art from the artist. It's also fine to not do so, but their hypocritical actions are not something that we will continue to ignore. While there are several performative activists here, that is not the case for everyone. It is not fair that those doing tangible work both on and offline are being overshadowed and lumped with those doing it to avoid being 'cancelled' and are unwilling to be open about their blatant indifference to this humanitarian crisis (just like those who hide on this anonymous page and spew falsities about those speaking out are doing).

Artists engaging in insincere gestures or support or maintaining false images to maintain popularity and financial gains without actively supporting the causes they claim to is not a new situation. It is just something that has not ever been put as openly on blast as it is now thanks to social media, especially in light of recent events. This behavior from them mirrors that of their audience, which often blatantly overlooks their problematic behavior because of them being attractive (this was evident through all of SpeakupGVF).

There have been several actions from GVF (their open support for nfts, their lack of ticketmaster control despite being in the anti-ticketmaster documentary, having an entire social media platform based on a song condemning social media, etc. all things that artists who actually care about these issues have either not done or have openly spoken out against or have taken action against) that prove that, like many other artists, prioritizes relevancy and financial gain over genuine activism.

People who choose to remain ignorant of these facts are making a conscious decision to do so at this point and if you're choosing to do so, at least do not do so anonymously because at least be loud and wrong if you're going to be that wrong.”

Im Jewish and what I got out of this is you hate me based on my religion. You know nothing about me but you’d label me a Zionist and immediately I’m nothing in your eyes. According to you, antisemitism is accepted here and should be everywhere. Lemme guess, you’re one of those people that claims the holocaust never happened and Jews lied about that too. Throughout history, we are the one group that has consistently been persecuted, but we are the ones to be hated on here? this is an extremely complex situation n both sides and it’s not the type of thing that you “pick sides”

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #jake kiszka #sam kiskza

[rorotoru]

you’ve trapped me in coroika punkrock hell and now i need to know ur hcs/scenarios abt it

Losing my mind (positive),,,, Thank you so much for this ask. I hope you'll enjoy your time in PunkRock hell

I like that Clams and Rider have a lot in common but are opposites in ways as well. They’re both “tSuNdErE” edgelords But one is an (aggressively) good kid who would decline but thank you for your friendly offers and the other would curbstomp you if you get in his way (AKA he would actively push you away). Anger is both their main expression But one is very expressive in general while the other has a resting bitch face. They’re both goth But one is more specifically punk. They both visibly obsessively train on that RISE & GRIND💪😤‼️ routine But One mains a lightweight weapon covering the ground in ink while the other Murders with a heavy weapon. 

Sidenote: I like to defend heavy mains on my team as an Aerospray cuz they tend to get targeted often and can’t react quick enough to flankers. They can go on a Splatting spree while I cover the floor and stack up victory points. If I slapped these two idiots on this scenario this strat would be in-character for Clams since a big part of his team’s shtick is them having each other’s backs. I also like the “mutually protective” element there.

Neither of them seem to be the type to be very vocal about love. So a romantic relationship would be extremely awkward at first. Clim could give a smooch and Ride goes “bro that’s gay” and Clammy’s like “THAT’S THE POINT YOU IDIOT”. And then they don’t make eye contact for a week. Or Raider could literally just smile and Clambert faints and dies. They are very bad at this. But they will get better and open up more (when alone).

Hilariously enough I like to imagine that the relationship evolves the same way my feelings towards the pair did overtime. At first I thought nothing of it then I was all like “mmm edgy squids” as a joke but bro... I don’t think it’s a joke anymore. At first they’d see each other strictly as rivals. I can see mutual respect with Rider being ranked S+ which Clams would likely aspire to be. And Clams valuing teamwork and trust is something Rider needed a whole character arc to learn and likely still needs to improve. They would realize they have a lot in common they can agree on and bond over. And a Good rivalry would encourage them to work even harder and learn from each other. From there I guess it gets sus. But it’d take a while for them to admit how they feel to themselves, let alone to each other.

Which brings me to one issue... Neither of them would be the type to make advances. If any progress is made it’d likely be accidental. Maybe one of them gets caught listening to Splatoonified MCR and the other goes “Yo is that Splatoonified MCR” and both of them in their heads go “This mf is Not straight”. They’d require some scenario pushing them to open up and maybe non-verbally confess otherwise they’ll just keep it to themselves.

Sidenote: I also like PartyPunk (Aloha & Clams) so in my stupid little head Aloha would play a wingman-type role as someone who is much more comfortable with that kinda thing as opposed to the other two Cowards. But this is not about PartyPunkRock so that’s for another time.

Speaking of scenarios. I'm a sucker for the Tending to Wounds scenario. They can battle (for no reason) until Rider gets wounded and Clams abruptly cuts the battle like “OH NO I AM SO SORRY”. Rider goes “Naw I’m good come at me bro” and Clams is like “WTF NO?” Cut to Clamlet tending to Ridr’s wounds switching between apologizing repeatedly for causing the wound and scolding him for disregarding his own injuries. Meanwhile Riddlr is just sitting there slightly embarassed like “bruh I can do this myself”.

Another one I had in mind for a while but I don’t want to spoil too much cuz I wanted to make it a proper art post. But remember when Rider wore a sick knight costume. He’s not very knightly character-wise but it looked cool. Clams however would fit the role perfectly. What if they were both rocking the knight drip... That is all I will say.

I think that’s all for me. Thank you for reading my excessive neurodivergent infodumping. Below is an embarrassing doodle as a treat. I am very touched others like my unusual pairing :)

#coroika #splatoon manga #coroika punkrock #coroika partypunkrock #ask #art #digital art #paint tool sai #long post #clams facemask #coroika rider #i hope u like the doodle. i can barely look at it myself #text

[drsp00n]

Some amateur (and even high budget) horror pet peeves of mine

I'll try to be as brief as I can be (lie) but feel free to ask me to ellaborate if I don't make sense:

Takes place in middle class USA: That's it, that's the post. I feel like one of my biggest issues with modern horror is just how americacentric it is. There's a treasure trove of concepts and stories that can be found in other cultures yet we are recycling the most mass appeal shit possible. As someone who isn't white and isn't living in the US, I'm tired of mascot horror. I went to chuck e cheese once, I don't know what an animatronic is. I want to see a horror story about indigenous people's interactions with creatures of the forest from the 7th century, I don't care about your US high school experience.

Relies heavily on nostalgia to build atmosphere: I think we are actually stagnating culturally. "REMEMBER THE 2000s!?" has become the new "REMEMBER THE 90s?", which itself has not fucking died because of the aesthetic in emulating things from the past. The culture of consumption and instant gratification has only gotten worse and offers nothing in the realm of substance. Why build atmosphere when you can just rely on people's sentimentality? Hell don't even be accurate, just grab a bunch of shit from different eras and throw it in there.

Liminal space/impossible space/Non-eucledian geometry: Listen, I love me a good infinite pit of death. I love me a good blood lake. I love an endless staircase. Abandoned city, empty school, love em. But I feel like some people's concepts of liminal space is just going outside??? When you want to rely on the vague recollection of a shared experience, much like relying on nostalgia, you also have to recognize that some of these things are just... normal? These environments only make sense from a human point of view. The way they're placed is uncanny, but also very calculated. To me, it works against the genre itself because only another person could come up with something like this.

Digital and analog horror: There's a ghost in my computer dick, aahhhh. This goes kind of hand in hand with the reliance on nostalgia. But it really seems like not many people have delved into the genre further than the typical possession story or zombie-adjacent apocalypse. Within a year it became saturated. There are a few fun stories here and there, but these stories can only function in the realm of having all the time in the world to lead you around an easter egg hunt, or having a youtuber do it for you. ARGs can be fun, but most of them are tedius and pedantic. The payoff is usually not worht the buildup and the aesthetics get old very quickly. They're neat as something you can do basically from your bedroom with a shitty laptop, but beyond that they're not that remarkable because most are lacking in that creative spark.

It was capitalism all along: Alright, time to throw hands. Greed has been a driving force for most of the tragedies in human history. Many stories have themes of capitalism that are not outright addressed, but are just visible enough for you to realize that it's one of the main causes for the events of a story. However, I feel that we have reached a point in social awareness that gives people the resources and information needed to say meaningful things. We KNOW capitalism bad, but what do we do with that? Nothing! Political themes and horror are at odds because while we are running around from big scary monsters, people in the real world are actually dying by the thousands due to corporate greed. Horror itself is not something that HAS to say very meaningful things on a large social scale, but I just tune out when the villain is a CEO that turned 7 children into ghost fuel to make a 4% profit on the 2019 fiscal year. Someone in the story died because their boss exploited them too much and now they're a wraith? That sucks, that happens all the time in the real world. Have a little bit more tact with this subject matter or don't use it at all.

Mascot horror: As stated above, I can't take these kinds of stories seriously because they rely on such a dumb premise to begin with. These are stories for literal children, so I shouldn't complain too much. But they take center stage on most social spaces, so I will complain. In stories where the ghost of middle class children get to possess robots or costumes or whatever, EVERYTHING should be fucking possessed. You've probably heard every other criticism about how lazy and saturated the field is so I don't have to bring it up. But I can't engage with the premise in general.

I get that this is mostly a mainstream issue, but sometimes I wish people would just pick up a book sometimes and tell something new instead of trying to be barely deritative of something else lol

#my post #long post #horror #I know I'm not the first to say all this #but I just want to have this here for future reference

[hungerofhadarr]

1, 2 & 11 for giilvas my beloved !

🫶🫶 WEEEHEHEHE

questions can be found here !

1) Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

I made a post about this exact thing a while ago but now that I have thought on it more and have thing solidified, here are my Official Final Thoughts !

Giilvas is an act one companion who has two recruitment locations . If the player goes to the ruins right by the crash site , they can see him listening in one the looters conversation . Upon approach, he will notice the player and the current party ( a full party will draw his full attention , anything lower will only get a gaze in their direction before he refocuses back on the looters ) and will put a hand out to tell you to stop coming closer . At this point , the player gave an option to try and speak to him , only to get cut off by the Tadpoles .

The vision that will be described at this meeting will show flashes of him preforming in taverns , travelling through thick forests and will describe the feeling of both hunting and being hunted . Giilvas will abandon his hiding spot, and will approach the party . He’ ll ask you to stay quiet , but he’ ll comment on how assuring it is to find someone else that survived the crash ( if the player has any companions in their party , he will make a joke about the player ‘ starting a rescue ‘ ) . His little mission you get from recruitment here is to get his violin back from the looters , you can do this mission without having him in your party , but it is a requirement to keep him . If you go three long rests without managing to return it ( or persuading him to accept a different instrument to use ) he’ ll leave your camp to get it himself . ( this isn’ t permanent he can be re-recruited in the crypt )

If the player does a long rest before trying to recruit him at the ruins , he will be gone . This leads to the goblin camp recruitment I talked about here !

2) Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

I feel like everyone definitively has a little comment if Giilvas decides the party isn’ t worth his full attention … I like to imagine everyone had a reaction that ranges from “ Oh he’ s underestimating us ? Fuckhead . “ to “ If he sees us as no threat , I worry about what he’ s watching . “ I can hear Lae’zel’ s Chk ! perfectly in response to him shifting his gaze away from everyone ..

If he’ s recruited from the goblin camp , the dialogues shift to talk about how he was also visited by the Dream Guardian without being in the main travelling group . And how he might be a bit washy with what he sees as friend or foe . He did work with the goblin camp and the followers of the Absolute and managed to convince everyone he was a stark believer when he was just . Planning to kill them / cause a collapse of the group from the inside . Definitely some comment about how he might not be on the player’ s side forever . Giilvas’ boyish charm and high charisma cannot protect him from the possible betrayer allegations

11) Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)

If you defeat Auntie Ethel ( or aid her ) he will have a dialogue trigger ! If you kill her , he will be visibly ill and will request to leave the party . You can persuade him to tell you more details on why this fight seems to have drained him so thoroughly , and he will reply that the fight itself is not the issue , but what was fought instead .

If you ally with her , he will disapprove , and will trigger dialogue where he is just Fuming . He’ ll mention knowing someone who thought a hag could provide all safety and answers , and will ask the player to guess were he ended up . The player will gain more disapproval if they respond to this with a joke answer and he’ ll utter a curse at the player, ending the dialogue . Answering with the correct option , Buried , doesn’ t gain approval But … gives the player a little insight into who Giilvas is talking about and Why he’ s so upset with the player for taking this risk .

I feel like he would have one within the shadow cursed lands , something about how he had written about it and sang about it and somewhat dreamed of being able to see it first hand , but I don’ t exactly know what would trigger it .

He also has a talk with the player if they choose to go get the blessing of Loviatar . He’ s a follower of her after all so .. he would Like to Hear ur Thoughts about that !

#bg3 #bg3 tav #giilvas #RHABK YOU JAY #my beast ….

[bryhaven]

ASSOCIATIVE-CORRELATIONAL POST: Similarities between AoT and ATLA (and why RivaMika is similar to ZuTara) - a thread

So I finally finished rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender. And doing so made me notice a lot of similarities, not just with characters and settings. But also arcs, defining moments and... SHIPS.

Now once again, I'm going to say from the get go that this is not meant to undermine any character, arc, moment, and ship in the stories. This is just for comparison and correlation only. And I will throw in my opinions here and there. So please respect post.

Tagging: @onigiri-dorkk You're gonna love this 😂

Ba Sing Se and Shiganshina - and the walls in general

Main character - training within the series for their ultimate goal

Strong female lead - with neck accessory

The Strategist

Strong (and handsome) brooding guy - and they both have scars now

MC giving neck accessory to female lead

Female lead saving or helping MC when in trouble

Female lead being overprotective and motherly over MC

The Pieta

MC not being able to understand female lead's thoughts and feelings - which makes them invalidate the female lead's feelings

Brooding guy and female lead both have either alter egos or famed nicknames/titles - Blue Spirit and Painted Lady, The man worth an entire brigade (humanity's strongest) and the woman worth a hundred soldiers (humanity's second strongest)

Brooding guy and female lead start off as enemies - well the girl initially hates the guy, and the guy has used something important to the girl that caused her to hate him

Female lead confronts brooding guy - and can we just appreciate the fact that the guy just lets her be mad at him?

Brooding guy saves female lead - and gets injured while doing so

Brooding guy and female lead have intimate and personal convos Pt 1 - in the most romantic possible settings (crystal catacombs like the cave of two lovers, under the moonlight)

Brooding guy and female lead have intimate and personal convos Pt 2 - and can we appreciate that the first time the female lead has ever opened up like this is to someone they supposedly hate? And the guy is listening intently like

Female lead fighting brooding guy because of feeling betrayed - Zuko siding with Azula, Levi choosing to give serum to Erwin instead of Armin (but of course both guys came back to side with their girls eventually 😏)

Female lead begins to trust brooding guy - and even follows his lead

Brooding guy knows how to calm female lead down - and they manage to settle their differences

Brooding guy and female lead join forces and fight alongside each other - especially at times when MC is away or not around, or when they're saving/helping MC

Meanwhile MC and female lead interactions are getting sour - having disagreements especially towards series finale

MC somehow forces themself to the female lead by questioning them - and makes the female lead visibly uneasy and uncomfortable, and MC doesn't get that female is confused

MC gets their ultimate form - Avatar State and Founding Titan

MC whines about possibly not getting together with female lead - because of circumstances

Meanwhile brooding guy and female lead face final boss together

Female lead saves brooding guy

Female lead cares for brooding guy

Female lead ultimately takes down final boss that she and brooding guy were fighting

The series finale - female lead kissing MC 🙃💀

#rivamika #levimika #levimikasa #levi x mikasa #mikasa x levi #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #zutara #zuko x katara #katara x zuko #zuko #prince zuko #katara #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #anime #anime comparison #zutara and rivamika were robbed #eren jaeger #eren yeager #atla aang #aang gang #haventhoughts

[mari-lair]

ahhhhhhhhh i adore your terukane!phantom thieves au!!!! just loving everything so far!!

(hanako having respect and fear for the powerful couple and the cops just giving up whenever said couple started flirting are fucking hilarious lmaoooo)

would love to see more!!

(Phantom Thieves AU:  Main post . Hanako pov  )

Thank you! The love this AU gets makes me so happy! Here is another idea for it.

As a high noble and an extremally competent fighter, Teru is basically required to be hired for security at fancy parties. Akane used to be too low on the social ladder to be invited to the really big ones, but after he started dating Teru, he was allowed as his plus one.

Much to Teru’s amusement, Akane immediately hated the party vibes, mumbling rude comments under his breath and trying not to stare at the ridiculous display of wealth. Akane isn't even that greedy but he was clearly having trouble resisting the urge to steal, feeling miserable when Teru gave him a reprimanding look “Come on, they are begging for it, Minamoto! Look at my tea cup, the handle is made of gold! Just look at it!! And that man has a hat with a diamond on it. A real fucking diamond!”

But Akane reluctantly kept his hands to himself even after Teru goes off to his rounds as security (Teru works a lot, Akane doesn't like it, but he is used to having little time with the guy)  aware enough of how high society work to know any mistake he makes will reflect badly on his partner. 

Plenty of drinks are served and while Teru is very careful to stay sober and alert, Akane doesn’t care. The thief gets annoyed by all the fake pleasantries very fast, forcing himself to downs a glass of some fancy cocktail instead of punching an aristocrat in the eye every time he receives passive-aggressive comments on his lower class or his ridiculously long prison history. 

Akane isn’t a lightweight by any means but he does eventually get tipsy and indulgent, losing the self-control that keeps his hopelessly romantic heart in check and gushing about Teru to any fellow drunk lingering in the alcohol section. People aren’t sure how believable his word is, cause he never gives away his identity as a phantom thief, nor does he tell the events in chronological order, forgetting to give proper context, but it sure is entertaining, so some guests listen.

Teru's shift eventually end, he expected to find his partner impatiently waiting like a grouchy puppy but finds him laughing by the bar instead, lighting up when he spotted Teru  “You took so long! You’re are always leaving me alone… It’s so mean, sunshine, I miss you.” A pause “Mean sunshine… Ha! It fit you!”

Teru was visibly caught off guard: Akane rarely uses pet names in a clearly fond manner, and he never shows any hints he misses Teru, if anything he just goes "I was hoping you would stay away longer, crafty bastard.” when Teru stop his heists.

Akane thinks is adorable how Teru just stares blankly when he is confused and since the thief lost his filter, he says it to his bf face, gently patting the police chief’s heated cheek and sighing happily about how lucky he is to have him in his life and how he loves Teru so much. No one has ever seen Teru blush so hard before, pushing a giggling Akane away from the bar with an urgency usually reserved for serious cases.

When Akane wakes up sober the next day, he remembers practically everything, he is bewildered and mortified but he really enjoyed being the one to catch Teru off guard, so he started flirting in a more sappy manner with Teru more often, loving how breaking their passive-aggressive sort of flirting to sneak a gentle “You look beautiful today” and tucking his fringe behind his ear was enough to make Teru lose his composure.  

Akane was high on power for a solid week, able to catch Teru off guard enough to escape from many heists. His reign of power doesn't last long, soon Teru started to flirt back, hugging him from behind to give him neck kisses and compliment him. Akane completely stops working, having never been called 'mesmerizing' before, and it hits hard when Teru uses such a soft voice.

Soon they actually feel like a couple. 

A bit more reckless than normal, a bit more scary, but clearly in love.

Hanako hates it so much, he prefers the innuendos over getting his nights ruined by his rival in thief wasting the dramatic moonlight to set a romantic mood, gently taking away Teru’s glove to kiss his knuckles and putting the expensive bracelet Hanako had plans to steal on the police chief’s wrist. Are they really going to be this sappy? Right in front of his heist?? Disgusting.

Now, Hanako doesn’t have many fears, but every time he stumbles on Terukane being soft, he gets the urge to steal every wedding ring in town to make sure these two never get married. God knows that's an union he doesn't want to see.

(Hanako gets a very passive-aggressive wedding invitation a month after, and he cries real tears)

#terukane #they are so silly #i love them #phantom thieves au

[allthatisleftinthedark]

Since much information about the APR is left out of its conceived post, let's get some behind-the-scenes/fun facts.  Note: this is non-canon and does not affect either campaign.

(Will update later!)

Terminology: 

In Creed's dream, she experiences "veiling." Veiling can be equated to the mist found in the Per.cy Jac.kson and the Olym.pians series. In the PJO universe, the mist is used to glamorize/trick mortals from seeing the supernatural creatures and entities around them. In this case, "veiling" is the act of passive or active hiding of another level within a space. Supernatural activity, markings, and creatures that wish not to be visible can will it, though many mortals cannot see them naturally. 

Veiling is a fae-associated phenomenon that occurs when the mortal plane and the first world meet. It can be mimicked by current schools of magic, but the intensity and scale vary. Nothing can imitate it naturally, so there can only be local areas of influence.

In Creed's dream, she sees two planes belonging to the Luminatory. The spacious expanse of the stars and sky first seen is the default viewing. The Luminatory becomes fully visible when there is the active tether, Maisie's body. 

Maisie created the Luminatory, which can be considered her "pocket dimension." However, this area existed before Maisie's involvement and was called a different name. Her presence and magic are now sustaining and refurbishing the area. To understand its original conception, one can observe the archaic elements in the main study, such as limestone pillars and cracked floors. It's right under your nose if you want to know what it was.

The "Between" is another name for the Void used by scholars who haven't ventured/are unaware of spirits, which happens to be most of the world's population. Each culture has its interpretation and name for the Void, but the "Between" could be most commonly heard in Graneyean and Argyllian academia.

Location Details

Depending on how someone arrives at the Luminatory, their thoughts may be exposed to Maisie and the entity. Since Creed's soul was projected from her physical body to the location, she was probably the most susceptible. The magus could reply to Creed while dormant from her body and listen to them telepathically. The entity was able to listen to Creed's inner thoughts but only respond verbally due to being in charge of Maisie's body. 

If someone is physically taken to the Luminatory, the entity and Maisie would be unable to read/connect to someone's thoughts. 

The large "table" that Creed is actually an elevated pool of water sourced from another worldly place. This scrying instrument can see into the material plane and the first world. Other domains, like the elemental planes or fae courts, cannot be looked into without risking being sensed/found by those entities. 

Cast

The entity was the reason why the Luminatory became fully visible for Creed. The breathing felt by Creed on her neck was also the entity just being their usual creeping self. They cannot cause physical harm or interact with the environment in that form; they can only affect the mental state depending on what form the other person enters. 

Any writings seen by Creed in a language she cannot understand could be determined to be from some thousand years ago. At one point, this was an old archaic writing system for a race.

Had Creed rolled a higher perception roll when the room shifted, she would've noticed that "Maisie" was behind her. Since Creed was first in the room, the entity was always there. She would've found the gnome staring down at her if she decided to look up at the ceiling.

#⋆ * pull the curtain of diplomacy and dance away / do not look. do not judge. do not leave. ; maisie doscedar‚ analysis * ⋆ #( abandoned pantheon route verse tag )

[redrosesartcabin]

The Exposing: The Energon-Mine

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin/works)

Link to the previous post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/724063076519968768/the-exposing-always-having-each-others-back?source=share

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/724908446651203585/the-exposing-art

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Only when a big group of Vehicons had you surrounded in the Energon-Mine, threatening inhalation if Megatron didn’t show himself (transform), you remembered that Miko had said that there was still quite some Decepticon activity on earth.

God knows why you forgot; this had been one of the main reasons she had visited you. But since becoming friends with her you had also just hung out often, casually, and with you, she wouldn’t really talk about her work or Deceptions. One of those reasons being something you didn’t directly know but suspected with Megatron having been the founder of their cause and it maybe being sensitive for you to hear about and all that. Though in truth, you had long accepted Megatron for both for who he is and was, and, also for who he will be, no matter what. If anything, you were curious to learn more about his warlord days. Especially now about his so called Vehicon soldiers.

“I thought they had no will of their own”, you whispered, still sitting paralyzed in the drivers seat inside his vehicle form. “Not quite”, Megatron explained, whispering back, “Their will is to follow the Decepticon cause and to obey me. Although I’m not sure if it would still work after all this time and wirh everything that happened on Cybertron and whatnot. I think the Decepticon cause now is priority number one. But I will try to reason with them… Hold on to something, I will transform with you inside, it’ll shake you around a bit.” “Alright”, you agreed.

Then everything started to move and shift, the windows disappearing and the world turning dark whilst you were thrown around like you were in a washing machine. Finally, what was actually just a few seconds of transformation but had felt like an eternity, ended. You held your breath and listened: “Stand down Vehicons! It is me, your lord and master Megatron.”, he spoke and the way he said it made even you want to stand down even though you weren’t even spoken to.

*

Jack had the com-device in his left and the plaster gun ready at his right and pointed at Megatron who just transformed back with you inside (he had spotted you shortly, noticing you were wearing the dark-red wig that had coincidentally disappeared not too long ago from the disguise room in his work facilities).

Megatron was now talking to his Vehicons, commanding and harsh as ever.

“Should’ve known Miko and Raf were misunderstanding something, he’s just like he’s always been”, he whispered to himself, yet stayed observing the scene, wanting to know where this was going, so he had something to report.

And just as he was convinced Megatron had just shown a farce to everyone, one of the Vehicons asked: “Lord Megatron, we saw a human inside of your new automobile form. Who is that?” To which Megatron answered sternly, “Just a Holoform.”

Jack lowered his gun. So, he was protecting you after all. What he was displaying in front of the Vehicons was the farce, not the other way around.

“But Lord Megatron”, the Vehicon who had spoken up argued, “, doesn’t that require very intricate expertise? Which you currently do not posses? Besides, we have noticed the supposed Holoform communicating with you. I am sorry my liege, we cannot believe you”, the Vehicon pointed the gun again, “Who is the human in your companionship?” Now Megatron grew visibly angry, his eyes slightly bulging, his shoulders tense and his claws slowly forming fists.

“I said, it is a Holoform. And if you refuse to believe that and to follow my command you better step aside before punishment awaits you”

“So, it is true”, another Vehicon said after a few moments of silence, “You are a traitor to the kind which you have created. You have called off the Decepticon cause.” And at that all the Vehicons raised their weapons towards Megatron again.

Instead of attacking however, as Jack had expected, Megatron jumped over one of them and ran as fast as he could. Temporarily confused, the Vehicons started shooting delayed, giving Megatron a chance to dodge the shots before hiding behind a big rock inside of the huge Energon-laden cave.

*

Light flooded inside of the confinement, and you breathed in deep as fresh air finally found your lungs again. A little too forcefully, Megatron ripped you out of the area of his chest where you had resided and put you down where your legs collapsed under you, and you fell against the boulder and onto the dusty ground.

“Stay here my love! I will get some Energon and try to trick to Vehicons. If I’m not back in ten minutes just leave!”, Megatron ordered and before you could answer he was gone. “No”, you then whispered after a few moments, feeling tears prickle in your eyes. It couldn’t end here…

*

A few moments later Jack saw Megatron blast a hole into one side of the cave but running into another direction. The Vehicons took the bait, and inspected the gun shot whilst Megatron headed towards a mine wagon with a load of harvested Energon. In his hurry, he simply took some of the Energon into his arms and ran again, only to be shot at by two Vehicons. Thinking quickly, he threw some of the Energon in his arms and thusly shielded the shots and then he bolted again, trying to gather Energon again but never shooting back.

“Shit, why isn’t he fighting?”, Jack heard himself ask and was frustrated at himself for even rooting for Megatron. Not thinking too much of it, Jack decided to run towards the rock where Megatron had hid before briefly, suspecting that he had let you out there- and was proven right.

At the sight of him, you gasped a little frightened before he shushed you calmingly. “Don’t worry, I’m a friend of Miko’s”, he explained, “I’m here to help!” “Then”, you answered, “Go and help Megs. He needs you more than I do.”

Jack’s breath hitched for a moment before he asked, “Are you sure? You do know that he used to be a warlord? That he is an expert fighter? An ex-gladiator? A-“ “Yes”, you breathed out annoyed, “How often to do I have to keep telling people I know? I know everything. I love him the way he is and was, you get me?! Now help!”, you demanded, “If need be, I know how to defend myself as well”, you added, taking a stone in your hand as if it proved the point. He didn’t exactly understand how you planned on defeating a Cybertronian with simple stones, but he didn’t dare to argue, not with the way you glared at him.

“Alright alright”, he answered, moving his hand in a defensive matter, “I’ll go, sheesh…”

*

For the third time, Megatron had to throw his rations into the wind to block the shots. He was starting to lose his patience with his new way of being, but at the same time he had made a promise to you and to himself. He had to endure, and he would.

For a fourth time then, Megatron darted to a filled cart and took the rations that he could. From the corner of his eye, he however saw some Vehicons again and was about to scream out in frustration when suddenly the Vehicon fell to the ground, a hole where his spark used to be visible in his chassis.

“Run!”, Megatron heard a familiar voice, “I’ve got you covered! Your lover is getting anxious.” Not thinking on where he knew that voice from, he ran towards where you were hidden. Surprisingly, he found you with two unconscious Vehicons laying on the ground in front of you.

“Don’t ask”, you simply said, voice and body tired but a smirk adorning your beautiful face, “Let’s just say the pressure points you showed me worked out well.” Megatron smiled back, simply stating, “I love you.” He transformed, stashing the collected Energon in the trunk. And then you two were gone again.

*

After consuming some of the Energon, Megatron and you walked up the mountain where the Energon cave had been in to observe the street below and find a new vehicle mode. When you arrived, settling in place he asked: “Do you know who the human man was who helped us?”

You grinned playfully “Another former enemy of yours. Upon further thinking I believe it might have been Jack. At least from what you’ve told me about him. He was pretty keen on helping me.” At that Megatron frowned, “He better try and flirt with you. If he touches you, I’ll have to reconsider my pacifist ways.” And that you just laughed out loud, giving him the biggest, sloppiest smooch, you’d ever given.

Megatron still pretended like he was agitated, but you clearly saw a little smile, tucking at his corners, surrendering to your charms. He could never stay mad at you.

Instead, you two observed the highway in peaceful silence again, until another impressively large pick-up truck came by. It had a bit of a different silver hue, but, nonetheless, it was to Megatron’s liking. Quickly, he scanned it, testing it out by transforming into it and then back to his slightly new altered form (though he somewhat managed to keep most of his spikes, which he hid in the floor of the big trunk both in the previous and now in his newest form).

You snorted. “Really Megatron? A Chevrolet?”

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