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mr-president · 11 months

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i think one of my favorite o’saa character moments (other than the confession booth scene ofc) is the bookstore scene bc there it becomes incredibly apparent how close-minded someone supposedly seeking enlightenment can be, especially regarding emotion/compassion

i say this bc it a) shows just how much of an sad pretentious bitch he actually is (karin LITERALLY calls him a “sad man”) and b) it serves as criticism to those in academia/scholarship in an “apply your politics/philosophies to people sort of way”

like, he criticizes a fucking bookstore as a method of “escapism,” as if the fictional world writers create is completely removed from reality, when in fact fiction and stories have always been a tool to help people understand their reality better. fiction can be raw escapism but it often helps us understand our emotions, other people/cultures, and what’s wrong with a little escapism if it even helps you a little bit? that’s not to say he’s wrong—if you want to understand the world then perhaps it is best to see it for yourself—but o’saa doesn’t consider how not everyone had the same options he did, has his willingness to abandon everything in pursuit of a greater goal.

o’saa wants so desperately to understand the world better than anyone else that he completely forgoes the fact that emotions are just as much a guiding factor in the world as any “magic”/science he studies to further his understanding of it. what he views as “reality” is just one aspect of it; yes, gods do in fact control the world and influence it, but that’s only on the most macro scale. but the mundane, arguably, affects peoples lives even more, and isn’t it worthy to understand that as well?

the confession booth scene shows that he’s capable of understanding the emotions of others, but the bookstore scene reveals that there’s a level of elitism to his beliefs and philosophy.

in other words, though he’s a genius, o’saa lacks compassion.

this can be said for a lotta the enlightened souls that we’ve seen actually—nas’hrah’s a complete bastard, valtei can suck my balls, and enki’s a bitch. only nosramus is quite friendly, and he’s also the only one to figure out true enlightenment on his own.

anyway back to o’saa and the bookstore. all of the other playable characters call him out on his bullshit because stories have the power to help people, change them, or even save them. o’saa, in his mad quest for enlightenment, hasn’t really changed as a person, has he? he himself says in his intro that ever since he left home, he hasn’t felt a genuine emotion. that allows him to see how religion manipulates masses of people, to relentlessly pursue enlightenment without worldly ties—

but the bookstore scene shows that you kinda need “worldly ties” to achieve enlightenment because as nosramus said, the world is constantly changing and enlightenment is not one sudden change. rather, it is continuous, and you have to consider everything.

and i like to think that in that moment, getting shat on by his party members about his shitty literary opinions, he maybe realized something like that.

he doesn’t have a nosramus to anchor his pretentiousness like enki did, but i think a lotta the themes of funter (fear & hunger: termina) is how relationships formulate and change people.

o’saa didn’t need nas’hrah, he needed someone to tell him that he’s a stupid pretentious little shit and to stop drawing himself as a mary sue. and then be his friend anyway and listen to his batshit insane conspiracy theories (that are true).

tldr; he’s like me when i was 11 basically.

#actually i haven’t changed much since i was 11 other than becoming even more gay and annoying #fear and hunger termina #o’saa #mr president’s state of the union address

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pennydoe · 7 months

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PLEASE tell me more about the Saskatchewan slasher au, I desperately wanna draw some stuff for it, it looks so cool

OK SO BASICALLY it's in the 1980s cause i LOVE old 80 and 90s slashers, and The choir r more or less the schools newspaper/yearbook committee and stuff. Penny is the new girl, having recently moved to Uranium for the same reason in Legoland, y'know.. the weed smoking shit lmaooo but uh-

(this is all a wip btw i migjt change it cause i haven't really had time to myself the last few weeks)Basically Penny joins yearbook and the school paper to get to know some people, and she's a instant hit with them all, especially ocean cause ofc i gotta make it perfectdolls, but being in those two groups makes noel and especially ocean way to curious for their own good so they drag penny along to a abandoned house they've heard strange reports about and find smth in it (im still deciding if it's gonna be like a haunted book or some relic i honestly don't know) and it ends up in Penny being possessed by a demon/ghost/witch and essentially becoming Jane, but a extremely murderous version.

Noel and Ocean have to flee from Jane, or Doll-Face, and find the rest of 'choir' and they sorta have to figure out a way to save penny and also stop her from her murder spree, and first they gotta actually FIND HER and not let her kill THEM.

It's mostly Noel, Ocean, and Penny/Jane centered ofc cause the choir splits off into two groups to try to cover more ground, so Savannah (Ricky ofc, I just love the Savannah HC), Constance, and Mischa are all in their own group doing seperate research so they can cover more ground..

uhmmm i don't really like Noel's outfit but i Aammmm struggling on designing it a bit, But Jane does wear the same stuff as Penny ofc and i'm still designing the rest of the choir.. Maybe i'll write a fic of if? Idk man.. i'm to stressed lately to really write

here's some unfinished doodles from when i was first coming up with the idea, i really like the post of Jane in the second one so i migjt finish that ..

I wanna finish the designs for the others tomorrow but the issue is i have like... 6 school projects to finish and it's getting so bad to the point i tnink im developing marie antoinette syndrome.. it's either that or i'm paranoid lmao

#ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone au #ocean o'connell rosenberg #penny lamb #noel gruber #jane doe rtc #legoland #Saskatchewan Slasher RTCAU #poopart🌀#perfectdolls

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ultrone · 10 months

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Just had a question, you don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to ofc. If the girls, Jackie, Lottie, Shauna, Nat, etc didn’t do Soccer, What do you think they’d be doing instead. Either other sports or clubs, whatever you think, I’m curious. Also have the loveliest day you deserve it!

JACKIE's only concern and goal would be getting chosen as prom queen, she gives me humble/himbo regina george vibes lmaoooo i feel like she’d do a lot of community service hours and force shauna to come with her so that she’s not alone. she’d be the type of girl to have more self-care items in her backpack than actual school supplies; she’d be asking everyone for a paper and a pencil on a daily basis, but would casually pull out her blush and mascara to do some retouches in the middle of class ☠️🙌🏻

SHAUNA would prolly not play any sports at all and just focus on school and extracurriculars—considering that she mentioned how she hated soccer. i feel like she’s naturally good at maths but likes writing better, or biology 🤔 if she played any other sports, i can see her playing badminton idky LMAO or volley.

NAT would spend half of the day in detention i just know it, my girl just doesn’t give a single fuck 😭 i also feel like she’d be a good drummer or bassist (i don’t think she’d have the patience to play an electric guitar, but might know a few chords on acoustic tho). i feel like she's good at history too, probably her highest grade—whether she likes the class or not.

LOTTIE would probably be class president or vice president—she's not as authoritative as tai, but i feel like she'd get chosen because she's very caring, a good leader in general and has good grades. if she didn’t do soccer i feel like she'd play tennis idky, probably cuz that's like a rich people sport lmaoooo i can see her playing volleyball too.

TAI wouldn't be class president cuz even though she's a natural leader and ended up persuing politics as an adult, something tells me that she doesn’t care much about her grades 😭 i feel like her average is 85% but a 70% doesn’t keep her up at night. i also feel like she’s terrible at drawing but would love painting in art class, she’d find it therapeutic and would actually paint cool landscapes and stuff. big bob ross fan (ironically). she’d make silly drawings of everyone; like she’d draw a stick man with a big dick and say that it’s obviously van 🤣

VAN would just stay at home scratching her balls lets be real 😭 but if she played any other sports i can see her playing basketball 🤔 i also feel like she’d be interested in film, especially the cinematography aspect of it. idky i feel like her average was a 60% LMAOO but then she improved her grades.

MISTY would run an anonymous gossip girl newspaper or something 🤣 i also feel like she’d be really good at computing or programming, not because she’s good at technology per se, but because she’s so nosy that it would be enough motivation for her to spend most of the day practicing, just so that she can stalk ppl and shit 🕵🏻‍♀️ i also feel like she’d be better at chemistry than bio.

MARI gives me silly bully vibes LMAOO she'd spend 50% of the time making fun of ppl and the other 50% judging them, she’d be a real homie to her friendgroup tho 💪🏻💯💯 i can see her taking advanced spanish every year cuz it’s her native language, so it’s an easy A—rather than learning another language and getting a lower grade. i feel like her average would either be a solid 80%, or maybe she’d actually be very competitive and get really good grades.

CRYSTAL would def do choir 😭 her friend group would be only like 3 people but everyone at school would think that she doesn’t have any friends cuz she’s very quiet during class. she’s very sweet to everyone tho so no one would hate her—but people wouldn’t notice her that much anyway.

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imgud · 1 year

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GENSHIN MEN WITH ASSASSIN WIVES!

Characters!

Zhongli, diluc, kaeya, childe, albedo!

FEM!READER!

Reader and the characters have children!

Warnings: blood! Mentions of pregnancy! Albedo being horny!

Let’s say the ex geo archon was shocked to find out his shy lover was a assassin.

Ofc he was stay worried about your safety as a assassin, but you always told him to stop worrying about you

He stayed up to late hours to greet you at the door whenever you came home late form a assassination!

He loved the way you would kiss his cheek everytime!

Ofc everytime one of your children asked what your job was you just lied about being a doctor.

scenario!

You came home late very late. Stay covered in blood, then you heard a deep voice speak “welcome home my dearest.” Zhongli said your and his children asleep on his lap. “Ah my love hello sorry for coming home late tonight’s assassination was a bit hard-“ you said quietly, “my dearest I wonder what if one of our children take in your footsteps?” Zhongli said with a serious face. You froze was he gonna hit you? Or take your weapon away? OR MAYBE KILL YOU?! “I was joking you look so shocked it’s adorable.. I will go start the bath for you” he kisses your cheek and left the living room!

poor diluc letted out a small scream-

We’re you working for the fatui?! Or the knights? He was confused who did you work for.

When he asked you went silent, when you told him you work for nobody and just do assassinations for clans and the knights

He was mostly worried did you assassin people while pregnant?! Why did you tell him before?! He was so worried.

When you made sure that you didn’t assassin anyone while pregnant he got calm and smiled. At least his children had a strong mother.

Scenario!

You came home very early- you thought your kids were asleep. You entered the living room and dropped your knifes and everything. They were lily and crepus were playing with they’re toys- “MAMA YOUR HOMEW!” Lily hugged your bloody dress. And crepus who was already 15 was shocked his mother was a ASSASSIN?! Then you three heard a angry voice, “hello {name} ragnivndr.” Diluc spoke, ah then you remember he told you to enter the winery form the back door and not the front door- WELL YOU GOT A VERY GOOD YELLING FOR YOUR HUSBAND-

And yes you and diluc named your first son after his father<3

He was amazed. VERY AMAZED. That explains where you got this beauty form.

You didn’t even need to tell him because he already knew- he was looking for a shirt to wear after one of your devil tango nights and saw your knives-

He also loved to see with your and his daughter. You named her Marie because it was a beautiful name!

Scenario!

Your daughter also knew about your secret she didn’t mind having a boss girl mom! “IM HOME!” You yelled scaring the fuck out of kaeya. Poor boy was having a good dream of finding his dad- Marie spoke “welcome home miss girlboss” you gave your daughter a bloody hug! “I guess you gotta chose! Be a assassin or a useless knight” you smirked at kaeya! At least how dangerous your job was your life was happy with your small family!

Fell in love with you harder!

He wanted you to join the fatui! Then you two could assassin and be partners in crime right? RIGHT!

Ofc he never brought up who you worked for!

When you told him you were working for pantalone he had a BIG ASS MENTAL BREAK DOWN-

Scenario!

You didn’t even get the time to grab the mora form pantalone hands before he slammed the door open- “GET YOUR EMO HANDS OFF MY WIFE YOU FOUR EYES.” He yelled- and hugged you tightly and your poor son who was 13 had to watch him be a weirdo-

You kicked him in the balls dragged him by the ears out of pantalone office- pantalone spoke “everyday kid?” Your son Andrew spoke “yap now give me the mora four eyes.”

Ofc you apologized to pantalone so many times so so many times.

He was shocked but so HORNY. He was horny to see you in your assassin clothes- ofc you never did.

He also drawed you killing people for fun- your poor 3 year old saw the drawings and had nightmares for MONTHS-

Ofc you gave albedo a good hard kick in the balls for that-

Scenario

Albedo and your daughter Lina were watching a movie when you walked in covered in blood and much worse- she just hugged you “mama hi!” You picked her up. There is not much albedo does and your daughter got used to the smell of blood.

IM SORRY IF THIS TURNED OUT BAD! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

#zhongli x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader

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deepdeanvsweston · 7 days

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Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

#murder most unladylike #mmu #daisy wells #hazel wong #george mukherjee #alexander arcady #mmu headcannons

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jaycrakhead · 28 days

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MY OC SQUAD (info and drawings)

Sangria Coyote; Why the name "Sangria"? Besides being a cocktail and sounding goofy, in history or in other laguanges "sangria" means "bloodletting", "bloodshed", "bloodbath", etc... or well in latin means "sanguis" which is blood. So the name is basically "Blood Bath Coyote" or something like that, the association with blood just makes the squad look more lethal which goes along with Zura's quote for the Squad: "Doesn't matter how. We finish the mission." Why "Coyote"? This Squad is meant to be full of Wildcards. Besides normal squad mission (in and out of the Clover Kingdom), the members can be assigned or requested by other Captains to work with the squads frequently. If a member is always assigned to a squad, they can be promoted as an "official Wildcard". The Captain can be a "Grand Wilcard" too. So why "Coyotes" as the animal/symbol of the squad. Soen, which is Zura's spirit, is a canine. Coyotes are highly adaptable predators known for their intelligence and cooperative hunting strategies. Their adaptable nature and opportunistic behavior would likely be considered more of a wildcard nature which goes along with what Zura wanted for a squad. Their behavior is less predictable compared to wolves (which was the second option for the name). So yeah, a lethal coyote gang. Well now the members. The COYOTES.

(Forgot to note that her heels add more to her height as it's obvious so if her height isn't consistent... yeah)

So I didn't draw Touya's cat (Gray) or June's cat (Gingerbread), but Gray has "Sleeping Magic" (doesn't talk like Geister) and Gingerbread is just a normal cat. Anyways, These are an updated version, so here's some notes: -Before Hera becoming a captain together with Zura, her cape had a "round back" like the one Kai's wearing on the sheet, since she was the vice captain. Of course after becoming a captain, she changed for the one with the same back as Zura and Kai changed for the Vice Captain cape. -The outside members (Shau and Linus) have a different rope and Damon has one for his size but it's still different from the regular members' ropes.

-Geister (human) didn't want a rope so he just has the symbol on his suit. -When I created the characters, I gave them mainly madeup or japanese surnames (and some first names too) however I did want to change that... but I also wanted to honour my 15y ass so I kept it... anyways Kai would be Spanish (as the surname can tell ofc); Hera doesn't really have a place where she could be from since she is from the Witches' Forest; Touya would be Finnish; The twins would be Mexican; Geister would be British; Linus would be Belgian; Shau and Damon would be Italian (no they are not related); June doesn't really have a place she would be from;

-Damon, Shau and Linus were recently added to the squad (2022-2023) -Some characters have a "?" on their sexuality, since they aren't straight but don't exactly have a clear definition like Ryu, Touya, Hera and Zura. In other words, it doesn't take a big part... However Shau and Linus are kind of a suspicious duo- -In a possible Timeskip, Damon is the captain of a new squad called "Raven Crows" (yes I wanted to play on words and it sounds like "Ravenclaw") and he is dating Marie; Geister would be now Damon's caretaker; Zura would still be around in Magic Knight stuff but Kai would be the Captain of the Sangria Coyote; Hera would still be around but not involved as much in Magic Knight stuff but I do see her being a teacher; Touya and the twins would still be Coyotes; Shau and Linus I see them living in other Kingdom having their own journey but they would visit Damon; June would have her own squad too and be the "Aloe Sylphs"; sorry for the long post

#black clover #black clover fanart #black clover art #fan art #oc #ocs #oc info #my ocs #black clover oc #oc art

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enbycrip · 7 months

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I had been to the Glasgow Garden Festival in 1988, just before going to primary school, which, it turned out, had a giant section of displays on Hawaiian and Maui culture, including a load of large carved sculptures of fire deities.

So I, aged 4, asked someone what the big flaming man was and someone told me some variation of “it’s a god”.

My home was pretty much entirely agnostic, and while I did have some mythology books I think they were basically Aesop’s Fables, so all animals.

Around the same period, my Dad, probably misremembering quite how utterly terrifying it is, taped Watership Down off the TV for me.

So I then went to my supposedly-nondenominational, in-practice-very-Church-of-Scotland primary school and heard an awful lot about God and Jesus, who I had, up to that point, entirely heard about in Christmas carols, and was under the impression that the name was in fact Little Lorr Jesus, with “Jesus” being the surname.

My parents both *distinctly* remember going to Parents’ Evening and being confronted with my crayon drawings of a flaming humanoid with a particularly giant burning eye occasionally leaking blood “making the flowers and the rain”, plus a drawing outside the stable conscientiously labelled “Joseph, Mary, Little Lorr and Daisy Jesus”, because ofc the donkey was clearly a family member and thus had the family surname.

#childhood misunderstandings #hawaii #maui #glasgow #glasgow garden festival 1988 #religion #watership down #christmas carols #you can tell I was probably never going to end up christian #christianity #agnostic

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ambi-kiko · 7 months

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MAG 4 Page Turner

why is he so pissed at Jurgen Lightner (how do u spell that) lmao. ALSO. GERTRUDE WAS THERE FOR 50 YEARS?? shit shes old

this was kinda confusing the first time but i really did like it. i really really do now tho bc of future shit so time for

spoilers! s3~4 (:

OMG THEY INTRODUCE GERRY SO EARLY OMG?? so ofc i had to draw him (im actually surprised i didnt do that before) hearing him and mary is just so sad.

plus theres a leightner?? already?? awesome omg and ite ex altiaura AND MICHAEL CREW IS ALREADY INTRODUCED??? thats rly wild

oh and my guess for this one (at least for the book) is the Vast! im not too concerned for being wrong on that one but ill check anyway lmao

spoilers done! (:

my offering of the day is gonna be that little goth with the shitty black hairdye who comes and burns the book (gerry ml)

and thats it for this ep! see you guys next time ((:

#coren's relisten!#tma #tma relisten #jon sims #Jonathan sims #jonny sims #gerry #gerry keay #Gerard keay #<- i actually feel so bad for that tag #urgh gross #mary keay #the magnus archives #magnuspod #magnus archives

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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ For Reasons Unknown...

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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aughable.

Sinister

Dangerous

Insane

All of these words float through Frank’s mind as he stares at his former best friend. Mike sat across from him, plexiglass separating them. He could barely recognize him. After talking with Andy, who was not happy about this visit, Mike was in the process of being disciplined by the California and Massachusetts BARs. The law firm he was working at had already dismissed him. Natasha Romanoff had personally contacted Abby and himself with apologies. Probably trying to avoid a lawsuit for malpractice. But Frank wasn’t worried about any of that. His sleepless nights made him come to one conclusion: let Mike Weiss know he was never going to hurt his family again. Mike laughed when he saw Frank sitting there. When Frank picked up the phone, so did he.

“Hi Mike.”

“Hello, homewrecker.”

Frank had to swallow the anger. He needed answers. Answers that only Mike could provide. But he didn’t know what to say.

“What? Got nothing to say?” Mike taunted him. “I’m locked up and you are with my cheating good for nothing whore of an ex-fiancé.”

Frank narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call her that.”

Mike scoffed. “I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want. Abby left me for you. I know you two were sleeping together before she broke it off with me. I’m just calling a spade, a spade.”

“Look, it wasn’t intentional, ok?”

“Not intentional. Bullshit. You were upset that I got the girl.” Mike smirked. “I had you beat.”

“And yet, she still came back to me.” The smile dropped on Mike’s face as Frank’s grin grew. “She has always been mine. We just found our way back to each other. And now we have a family with my Mary.”

The mention of Mary draws a snarl of from Mike. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I just have one question.”

“Which is?”

“Why? Why did you let Diane into your home and attack Abby? Why did you kidnap my daughter?”

Abby sat on the cold metal chair across from Diane. She was just like how she remembered her. Before the attack, before she abandoned Mary. Before she was with Mike. Her hair was longer, the long blonde stands pulled away from her face. Abby assumed her face would be hallow from being on the run but no, her cheeks were full. The only thing that made her think this was a different Diane from her childhood was her eyes. Her eyes were sad, full of remorse, sorrow, guilt. She noted that Diane was cuffed to the table, and she was able to relax her shoulders a bit.

“Hi Diane,” she greeted softly.

“Abby. I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, me too.” Abby looked down. “How- How are you?”

Diane cocked her head with curiosity at her question. “I’m ok. They put me on meds and my head is clear.” Diane chewed her bottom lip. “How’s Frank?”

“He’s good. A little sad.”

“Sad?”

“Because he lost his sister.” Abby looked at her sadly. “You have no idea the damage you have done to him. To Mary. To me.” She gave a hard look. “Why Diane? Why him?”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Diane leaned back.

“Try me. Because he manipulated me to be with him and I lost five years with the love of my life.”

Diane looked away.

Rage took over Mike’s face. “Mary is MINE! I’ll prove it, you motherfucker.”

“You can’t have her,” Frank said calmly. “She is mine and I won’t give up fighting for her. I’m her father. And you are nothing but her sperm donor. You raped my sister and left her when she was pregnant. You told my baby sister to abort her baby. You don’t have any right to call yourself Mary’s father.”

“Well obviously she didn’t,” Mike sneered. “I will do everything I can to take away Mary from you. Your life will be hell, I promise you that."

“You’ll do shit! Why did you attack my wife?”

“I owe you nothing Adler.” Mike leaned back. “I’ll take that one to the grave.”

Frank stood up. “Fine, don’t tell me. Abby is in Boston, seeing Diane. We’ll get the answers we are looking for. See you at trial.” He hung up and could see Mike screaming at him through the glass. Guards came over to restrain him.

Frank was disappointed. Not so much as not getting the answers he wanted but because his friend was now a drugged out mess, not even a piece of the good man he once knew remained. Frank had his driver take him back to the airport. He needed to hug his daughter.

“I always had a crush on Mike. He was my brother’s best friend. Older guy. Forbidden.” Diane gave a sad smile. “I didn’t think I had a chance in hell. But one day he noticed me. You and my brother were so wrapped up in each other and I didn’t notice how obsessed Mike was with you.”

“Did he... did he take advantage?”

“No,” she shook her head. “He talked and touched my face so sweet. He spent days with me when you guys started dating. He told me I was beautiful and he... he could see a future with me.” A single tear fell from her eye. “I believed him.”

Abby took in a shuddering breath. “Why were you in my house?”

“Mike came back into my life. He found me in Seattle and said that he found a way for us to be together. That he knew who made me like this. He gave me a shot and when I woke up, I was in a hotel.”

“You don’t remember?” Abby frowned. “Anything?”

Diane shook her head. “No. I know what happened because the police told me.”

Abby sat back. She looked at Antonio, who had a look of sadness. “I’m sorry that happened to you Diane. Thank you for talking with me.” She stood up with Andy and Antonio following her lead. “I’ll see you later.”

Diane sobbed and Andy took a hold of Abby to stop her from comforting Diane. He led her out and once outside, Abby collapsed into her brother’s arms, crying for the pain her friend had endured.

Abby was quiet the entire flight home. Andy kept glancing at her as she sat with her eyes closed. He sent a message to Frank

A: It was bad F: Fuck, is she ok? A: I think so. The story Diane told was heartbreaking F: Has Cricket said anything? A: No. F: OK, I’ll see you when you land

At the airport, Abby and Andy made their way out,with Andy guiding her around. She was staring at the ground when she heard, “hey Cricket.” She looked up to see Frank standing at the door, a single pink rose in his hand. She dropped the bag and ran into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. The sobs that she had contained from Boston to LA came spilling out. “Baby, its ok, its all gonna be ok.” He kissed her head.

Andy walked over with Abby’s dropped bag. “Hey Frank.”

“Thank you, Andy, for flying back with her.”

“Not a problem, had some stuff to finish in our LA office.” He shrugged. “Is it still ok to stay with you?”

“Course man. Let’s get you guys home.” He set Abby down, grabbed her bag and walked her and Andy to the car. Arriving home, Abby raced inside, still nothing spoken. Frank and Andy exchanged a look before heading inside. It was early, the house still calm. Abby stood in the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom. She watched for a moment, Mary sleeping in her bed, Dodger at her feet. A single tear slides down her face. The tragic story of her conception, how her parents didn’t love her enough, that Frank and Abby had to pick up the pieces and love a girl that was not their own. But Abby did love, she loved that little girl with everything she had. As she stared, her only thought was ‘Her baby girl was safe.’ Carefully, she crawled into the bed with her. Mary turned into Abby and sighed happily, her unconscious state recognizing that Abby was cuddling with her.

When Frank looked in, his heart clenched at the sight of mother and children in bed together. Abby had quickly fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Mary. Not one to miss out on a snuggle, Frank kicked off his shoes and climbed in as well, wrapped his arms around his family and went back to sleep.

Mike was extradited to Massachusetts the following week and was charged with kidnapping and child endangerment. He pled not guilty and decided to represent himself. He hadn’t been disbarred yet. “There is nothing else we can do right now,” Andy explained. “The protection order is already in place. Now we just have to wait.”

Frank returned to the team, working on winning the division. Their final challenge was a familiar foe: the San Francisco Giants. Facing Mike’s new best friend, Bobby, would be difficult but as long as Frank kept his mouth shut, it would be fine. A three game series in September was the epitome of baseball. A time for summer to end and fall to take over.

The first two games were uneventful as Bobby was out with a bruised knee. But he was cleared to play for the Sunday finale. The Dodgers needed the win in order to avoid a playoff and win the division. It was a beautiful September Sunday, perfect weather for a game. Abby, Scott, Steve and Mary were in the family box, watching their favorite player take the field. San Francisco was up at bat first.

Frank concentrated on the batter. Of course, it was Fuller. Johnny ended up walking him and he jogged over to first base. Frank scowled but kept his mouth shut.

“Sup Adler.” Fuller smiled. “Long time no talk.” Frank said nothing. “What? You’re not going to talk to me. That’s mature.”

“I’m not talking to you because I don’t want to get kicked out of this game or end up in jail.” Frank turned away from Fuller and concentrated on the game. The next batter popped a fly ball, and the second baseman was able to turn it into a double play. Fuller headed back into the dugout, a smirk on his face.

Frank rolled his eyes and went back to the game. A few innings later Bobby was back on first base after hitting a ground ball to left field. “You still mad that Abby left you?”

“Nope.”

Fuller watched him carefully. “You know it wasn’t personal for me Frankie Boy. Mike just said the right things at the right time.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Then maybe you can explained why he let my drugged out sister in his home with Abby and let her beat the crap outta her? Or the fact that he kidnapped my daughter.” Frank got right into Bobby’s face, causing the first base coach to try to intervene. “Can you explain how you let that psycho near my family, and yet you feel nothing?!” He shoved Bobby to the ground. “Fuck you and fuck him! I will have my day in court where I take that son of a bitch down. And I’ll take you down with him if you speak to me or go near me and family again.” Frank shook off Johnny who was holding in back.

“You’re gone Adler,” the umpire said.

Frank walked without causing another scene. In the locker room, he threw his hat and glove in rage. “FUCK!” He grasped the table to try and calm himself.

“Frankie?”

Frank whipped around to see Abby in the doorway. “Cricket, I...”

“Are you ok?” She cut him off.

He shook his head. “No. Fuller, he... fuck, he got to me Cricket. How could he do it? How could he help that fucker hurt you and Mary. He was my best friend on the team and he...” Frank finally broke down and cried into Abby’s shoulder. He had been so strong for so long. Abby stroked his back and let him come to terms with the truth.

“Baby, you have been our rock this year. Let it out, ok?”

“I love you, Cricket, so much.”

“I love you too, Frankie.”

As the family made it home, Frank’s cell rang. “It’s Andy.” Scott ushered Mary to her room as Abby and Frank answered the call. “Hey Andy.”

“Hi Frank. Is Abby with you?”

“I’m here.”

“Ok good.” he sighed. “Mike was given bail and he made it. He’ll be released by tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” Frank mumbled.

“That’s not the worst of it. He’s filed a motion to block the adoption.”

“What?” Abby whispered. “Why?”

“Just like we thought. On the grounds that he is Mary’s natural father and has not given up his rights. The motion states that the block is to allow time for him to sue for custody. There is a court date in a week from Monday on the motion.”

“We'll fight,” Frank said. “We’ll find a way show the courts that he is an unfit father and to make him go away. I refuse to let that son of a bitch tear apart this family.”

“Frankie...” Abby started

“No Abigail. I’m not gonna stop until we have that paperwork that says to the world that Mary is ours, just like she’s been since she was born.”

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braemjeorn · 2 months

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CHAPTER XV [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre/notes: general audience; angst; regency period drama; family fluff; domesticity; ocassional angst; slowburn; governess!oc; nobility!BC; age differences; age changes

wordcount: 3.1k

summary: solem mullings in between old company

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

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“Are you well, Miss Son?”

Mari turned, finding one of the boys trailing behind her at the terrace’s stairs. “Yes, Jisung?”

“You look awful grey these two days. You don’t play with us as much,” the boy said. The declaration rather perplexed her, but then the sheepish guilt rose at the truth of it.

It was only time before one of the boys took notice. It happened to be observant, little Jisung—but then his brothers were distracted with the newly installed sundial down in the garden. Mari had often relented the boys to the cares of their uncle or their father recently, stepping back from their plays and walks to the terrace, or a bench. The detachment from their party was intentional, that they might adjust to her shirking presence in exchange for Lady Jang’s. Yet as she spent the hours quietly beside the boy’s loud excitement and the sunny day, her thrumming mind and yearning heart began to wonder if it was the right course after all.

“My thoughts are like tangled yarns, like that day you came to me to the drawing room,” Mari confessed to the lad, keeping it as simple as she could. “And it makes me a dreary being—I fear making a miserable company between your games.”

Jisung frowned, head tilting as he contemplated. “I thought they would not be so burdensome when you’re older.”

Mari smiled. “Truthfully, perhaps you’d encounter them much more frequently as an adult; and however much you've encountered it, there are times when they will make you feel helpless.”

Jisung hummed. He climbed up the stairs to settle himself to sit beside her. “It looks like a burden,” he mused.

“At times you feel very grey, yes.”

“Can I do anything to help? Well, I might ask the others for help too…”

There was much comfort she had from his words, and Mari grasped his shoulder warmly.

“You are very kind already in coming to ask me about my state. Although—” Mari hesitates, but continues with the plans she had been arranging. “It is not for help, but… I would like to ask some permission from you and your brothers?”

There was an excited cry from the group beyond them. Jisung nodded, his attention settled upon her.

“If I return to the old school—for a few days only, perhaps until Monday—will you let me? And put my mind at ease by being good with your father?”

Jisung frowned, gaze lowered to their shoes in thought. Then he spoke again with a tint of whine, “But why are you going?”

“Well—it might clear my mind, and ease my burdens. That I might teach you better on Monday.”

“And you have to go to do that? A walk won’t do?” Jisung looked up.

“I’m afraid so.”

“But you’ll be back?”

“How can I not?” Mari smiled. “I have to read what poem you’ll write tomorrow.”

Jisung nodded, “All right. I say you may go.”

He grinned and Mari .annot help but kiss his brows in gratitude.

“Shall I tell my brothers as well?”

“Not now,” Mari said. “I’ll tell them myself, the same way I ask you.”

His brothers were more reluctant to let her go, even with her reasons and assurances. Jisung was quiet next to Yongbok, both watching as the others hovered about Mari while she packed her things.

Jisung nodded, then settled closer to her, resting his head upon her shoulder. She couldn’t help but think of the same way he attaches himself to his father in the evenings as they listen to stories.

“Did we upset you?” the oldest cried.

“Not in the least, Minho. No.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Jeongin pried next.

“Nothing. It is not because of any of you, Jeongin—that I swear. It is my mind, it is rather… wearied.” Seven pairs of eyes fixed on her, wide or frowning in concern. Mari strained a smile through her face, “But I assure you, I will find some relief in my old company, and thus I will be able to return with clearer sight and lighter burden. I promise.”

Mari felt guilty giving this news abruptly, tinting the boys with great worry and confusion. But it would only be for a few days, so fast that they wouldn’t even feel it.

“You’ve promised then,” Jeongin settled, even if a little sullenly.

“That I have,” Mari decided. “Won’t you boys like a little holiday?”

“I suppose,” Hyunjin hummed.

Minho was still perturbed—far more than he had been, for his hand dragged over his mussed hair and his scrunched eyes. Changbin’s stare delivered that he thought the eldest was mad.

“But what will become of us without you!?” Minho bemoaned.

“Minho, it is not the end of the world,” Mari reasoned gently, prying his hands away from his face. “You’ve managed quite well without me before, and even longer before that.”

She supposed that only his recollection of his being the eldest—and the necessity to keep his composure and senses—stopped him from bemoaning even further of his worries. At that moment, a new figure approached–all fine and flowy blue silk gown, defined curls, and a basket in hand. The boys fell into a hush, and Lady Jang asked them to excuse her with Miss Son for a moment. The boys exited the room, the elders taking the younger ones’ hands. Mari turned to her clothes, and as the hum of the boys’ footsteps receded away, the rustle of Baroness Jang’s skirt was stark in the room’s silence.

“Miss Son, you’ve left your sewing basket on the terrace. Quite the precarious place.”

“Oh,” Mari turned, now recognizing the basket gently settled over her covers. The boys had been quite rushed inside for lunch, she had forgotten. She peered inside, gently touching the scissors and embroidered fabric. “I thank you, Lady Jang.”

The lady gave a dismissive hum and moved to a more open part of her room near the desk.

“Miss Son—”

“Lady Jang, I think I have the answer already,” Mari cut. She felt awkward in abruptly speaking over the baroness but pursued on with the questioning look the lady gave her. “Forgive me for making you wait for so long only for me to say that I cannot accept your proposal.”

“Oh. I see,” Lady Jang hummed, then her frown turned troubled, “How unfortunate.” She slowly walked towards the window, deep in her thoughts.

“I cannot stay longer than my predetermined time,” Mari said, if only to fill the lengthy silence.

“Yes,” Lady Jang said absently. “It will be difficult, for the children are quite fond of you—it will be very hard for them to be parted from you, and for yourself as well I imagine.”

“I have my commitments…”

“And the Commodore too.” Lady Jang’s musing eyes turned to Mari’s sharply. The poor governess - harried as she was in the moment - could not make out the meaning in those glinting gazes and easy mouth.

“He regards you highly, with a great deal of respect I could never imagine bestowed for a governess.” Lady Jang moved to the side of the window, which let light illuminate the side of her face. Her gaze considered Mari and then came a little amused quirk of her lips.

“He is fond of you. That is all I could imagine with the way he speaks of you.”

A lump bloomed in Mari’s throat, spreading to fill her chest. Mari sighed to relieve the tears she would not let the baroness see on her face. She hated it, that she might be seen in a vulnerable state, and be triumphed over. Lady Jang stood tall, elegant and poised as ever. The perfect consort to a seafaring man—the victor. Mari’s hands clenched up into a fist, and she took a deep breath.

“I am only a governess,” she said. “There will be others better and worse than me. I only hope that the boys may have one that is capable of bringing lessons and strength for them to grow in.”

The boys understood that they could not wheedle out more reasoning from her nor change her mind, and let her have her way while holding the promise firmly as if against her. The Commodore eased her away from their pestering—aware of her departure before they did, and again asked Minatozaki-san to supply her with goods from the pantry or the dairy, and called for his carriage for her use. Mari bade her goodbyes to the guests and held the boys’ hands as they waited on the stairs. They slipped lavenders and daffodils in her hands this time. Commodore Bang stood before the carriage, waiting while she talked to Seungmin. Then Mari turned, waving her hands and slowly descending the stairs. She looked up, finding her employer waiting for her with a small smile. His garbs were dark for the day, but his presence was as comforting as ever. Mari felt pleasure when his hand took her gloved one, guiding her inside the carriage. The door was shut, but he stayed near, hands upon the open window.

She would not stay under the woman’s household and bear her scrutiny. Even if it meant relinquishing any contact with her boys.

“If you do not wish to return, you only need to say it,” he said. He had leant close to her, and his words were quiet, only for their own company. “I shall dissolve your obligations here, and arrange for your things to be sent your way.”

“You offend me, Commodore,” Mari replied, surprised at her revived boldness in teasing him. “I have more respect for my commitment than you assumed. Nor could I hurt the boys any more than I have.”

“You, hurting the boys?”

Mari turned towards his broods, waiting upon the stairs. The day was not so bright, and a gloom settled over the house’s red shade. But she gave them one last smile and raised her hand in a wave.

“They shall have to be used on not having my company. I shall be gone forever one day,” Mari hummed. “But that doesn't mean I shall not cherish them during the few days I have.”

The Commodore made no reply, gazing morosely at her. He rather looked like Minho that way, and Mari’s heart thumped with a pang. Her hand neared his, and before she was conscious of any better–as if they moved together—their hands melded again in a warm grasp. A sharp current ran through her skin—but Mari felt relief too, to be in his genial acknowledgement again, his good, steady presence.

“On Monday, then, Commodore,” Mari whispered.

Commodore Bang smiled, as if he found the stability as well. The sombreness in his eyes reflected those of his children, but his smile was like a glow of sun on that grey day. There was a little crack in her heart at the sight, spilling a wonder if she might like to see his face every day forever.

Mrs Ahn received her with some surprise; her eyes doubtful at Mari’s reasoning—that she had returned to hear Mr Park’s sermons, and the Bangs had been so kind as to give her leave. That gaze did not diminish. Her daughter noticed too, yet took matters in an entirely different direction. She clasped Mari warmly while telling her how pleasant a surprise it was. In such a manner—although Mari caught the doubt in her eyes as well—the welcome was warm, and questions were set aside. In return, Mari listened to all the news Inha wished to tell and was comforted in how easily they settled back into old habits of lazing around each other’s bed and conversing.

“Take care, Miss Son,” he said softly. Commodore released her hand and called for the carriage to drive on. Mari jerked at the movement, looked back, and saw that he stood where he was, watching on, until the carriage turned away from the front park and the house disappeared out of sight.

Inha had frequented the town, for the company of Mr Noh—a tradesman, a nephew of some sort to one of their gentry neighbour. Curious of the man whom Inha had so well favoured, she was satisfied in his presence for dinner that Saturday evening, making a pleasant table of six. His black hair was full and his brown eyes warm and kind; generous and affable to all at the table, with a steady maturity that tempered Inha’s excitement, but a softness which pleased her attention. Mr Goo was his uncle, a landlord of the same parish. Mari shared some amusement with Junhee that the old gentleman had found great pleasure to be in the company of Mrs Ahn. Not that they would disclose it to the other two ladies.

It was how Mari passed Saturday and Sunday, playing chaperone to the new lovers at home. They would talk over one another while she sewed, only speaking when she liked or more often when persuaded to. The evenings were quieter, and at the same time increased her melancholy. By then, Mari had lacked the desire to pursue her embroidery, and her gaze would trail away upon the moonlit garden. The whirls of her worries occupied her, that she had not heard when Junhe and Inha agreed to retire and now she found Mrs Ahn settling down beside her.

“I cannot help but think, my child, how little spirit you seem to have,” the old matron said, startling Mari, even in the gentle way she settled into the chair beside her. “Much as I am glad to find you here.”

Mari was in proper, good humour, with gentle smiles towards the company around her. But Mrs Ahn's familiar eyes noticed, how there was little light in her pleasantries, and how when she thought nobody else was watching her gaze trailed out the window to the garden, lost in her mind while fixated on the lush green fields or the simple—almost miserable—hydrangeas; and her hands, idle over the embroidery hoop, clasped and unclasped, or a finger traced over one palm absently, as if in a search. She didn’t even seem to hunger for walks in the afternoon the way she would.

It was so she had found the young governess that evening, who abruptly realised that she had set herself in a situation she could not remove herself from, contemplating far too long after Inha and Junhee bid themselves away to retire. Now Mari would have to answer her—but what came out of her surprised Mrs Ahn considerably.

“I should never be a governess again,” she started quietly.

“Whyever so?”

“I do not think my heart’s inclination to attachment would be pleased to suffer another separation.”

Mari, who had been so eager to venture out into the governess’ shoes. Out of all the obstacles she had expected would hinder the girl from trying again, this was the least of her imagination. But she chose not to point it out and asked about another subject. “But isn’t separation a common part of life?”

Mari fell silent. She would like to answer, but at the moment only a weak agreement seemed possible for her to say, so she refrained from it thoroughly.

“Attachments need not be severed by distance,” Mrs Ahn said at length. “I kept correspondence with a few of my previous pupils, even until now.”

“I’m not sure if I will have that privilege.”

“You were not unhappy in the house?”

“No,” Mari exclaimed, starting herself to sit straighter. “Not at all. I found no other place where I was so alive and content that I laughed so often and freely—gaily, in earnest happiness.

“But then perhaps it is the feeling of purpose, of being needed, important to the boys which had taken to coddle me. I never had any more than three hours of rest in my waking hours before one of them would look for my attention, and after him came another or two… My desire for fulfilment was thoroughly satisfied.” A small smile crept on her face. “But I cannot linger, they will have to do without me and adjust to another presence. Cruel as that may be. As for myself, I had seen so little of the world; in comparison to the Commodore, who’s travelled seas and lands beyond. He would have been able to decide easily where he would let his heart find his final anchor. Unlike me, who might need to discover other opportunities for my skills.”

“I suppose it is so,” Mrs Ahn hummed. “By being a governess, you have tried the extent of your contentment.”

“As such I am resolved. My wish is to work here with you, in O—.”

“You are resolved?” Mrs Ahn had her apprehensions of Mari settling into such a decision, all for the young girl to turn at her with a smile.

“I thought that if I were to enter another house, I would not be able to help myself in comparing the children to Commodore Bang’s boys. I’m not as brisque and practical as you are, Mrs Ahn—much as I’d like to be. My affections get the better of my decisions. You must make me a good headmistress instead,” Mari smiled. She sighed and found herself inclined towards the old widow’s lap, in the same manner she might have done at thirteen, then wearied by arithmetics. “I must be prepared for the role I wish to achieve—to care for the school after you—now that Inha’s found her love.”

“And if your love came?”

“I am three and twenty,” Mari mused. “What luck should it be if I could—but that’s like finding a four-leaf clover.”

“Mari, you must be happy,” Mrs Ahn insisted. “I cannot help but feel like you are settling yourself into an everlasting gloom. No—do not reply to me, listen well. You were entrusted to my care thirteen years ago, and I’ve acted as your mother since. I want you to live your life in the world as well as you ought, and satisfy all your curiosities and yearning. As so I wish you would not just settle so to this own school. If you are to teach in another school, and another place, I would be glad of it for you. If you decide that you might live into another profession, if you are suddenly sick of teaching, you have my good wishes to do so. And if, like Inha, you are to find your happiness, you must not think of me, but happily fly into that path to that someone waiting for you. Promise me.”

Mari’s thought wandered again to Commodore Bang’s smiling eyes and the warmth of his hand. Her heart wanted and yet her mind knew that she could not—to entertain another possibility does not sit well in her, and the thought that she might have to, that she must, to be satisfied and to find care as a dependent, fills her instead with hollowness. Her answer came quiet like she was obliging to a hardy, prophesied labour, “Aye, I promise.”

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ohtobealady · 1 year

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hi! I just watched the new DA movie and so ofc I went back to binge the series again lol and one moment I consider one of my favorite Corbet moments is in S6:E7 when Robert is about to go see if Henry is alright after the crash and Cora goes “you’re not going anywhere”. I love how it showed how protective she was of him and he listened to her too lol. Anyway I was wondering if you could possibly write a fic about a conversation they have later. Anyway I love your work and feel not obligation to write this!

Yesss. I love this scene, too. She's so tiny pulling him back to her. I tried to sort of imagine the spiral of Robert's feelings in this one; he was so irritable in the dining room and my headcanon is that he is usually at the mercy of his feelings, letting them sort of get out of control a bit. Of course, Cora is just the opposite, IMO. Thank you for trusting this one to me! I hope you like something about it :)

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The fact was, he wasn’t really tired. Lying in this bed, staring up at the ceiling of his sister’s home, he had tried to slow his breathing enough to shift into slumber, to close his eyes until they stopped roving beneath the lids and making them flicker open. But alas, he could not.

For he was not tired.

He was, however … was that anger? He wasn’t sure. It was certainly upset. Uncomfortable. Too aware of the way his wife laid awake beside him, her face angled up to his own, her fingers glancing for a moment against the sleeve of his shoulder before drawing them beneath her own head, crushed in a fold of her pillow.

Irritable, too. It was as if the metallic noise he sometimes heard over the telephone had crept into his head and crackled there. She’d said no more about it; Cora had only let her maid undress her in the corner of the bedroom before folding herself into the bed, Robert rolling in beside her. She’d not said another two words strung together about what they’d witnessed, what the day had brought. What their daughter must be feeling.

No. Perhaps he was angry.

Angry that the last five weeks had produced more lessons in mortality than he, nor any other man, could ever ask for.

Angry, too, that he’d been so excited to see the motor race. Angry that the day had ended in tragedy.

Angry that he had to stay back as younger men, stronger men, had rushed with his own daughters, to help.

And angry that his wife—this woman whose soft fingers touched again at his shoulder—was capable of separating herself from her emotions in a way he never could understand. Angry that she could be so unfeeling when he could do nothing but feel.

He heard a small change in Cora’s breath and peered down at her beside him, but could sense she was still not asleep. He knew too well the rhythm of her sleeping body’s rise-and-fall; she was too still.

She, too, was thinking.

He could sense that as he peered at her. He could sense the way she tried to push away this day and draw in the next; but her sleeveless shoulder gave her away, the stillness of it catching whatever light came from the curtained window, and glowing.

He shifted further down into the bed. “I should have stayed down with Mary.”

She lifted her chin along the pillow in response.

“I can’t seem to sleep as it is, and I’m certain she won’t sleep at all either. Not with how horrific everything’s been.”

Still, his wife did not respond, and the little knot of anger tangled there between his ribs tightened.

“After what she’s been through. God only knows what she saw at the scene of the crash. What bloody awful memories she’s reliving now.” He let one of his hands gesticulate to the dark ceiling. “I shouldn’t have come up without speaking with her—“

“I’m sure Tom—“

But Robert didn’t let his wife finish. “—as I should have gone to her at the track. Instead I just stood there. Useless.”

And so she did not.

Instead she turned silently to lie on her back. And then, after a few moments more, and with a deep breath, she left the mattress.

No. “Cora,” he tried, for he hadn’t meant this. He hadn’t meant he wanted to argue with her. He hadn’t meant it at all.

He tried to make out in the shadows what she did there on the other side of the room. “Cora, I hadn’t meant to raise my voice.” He heard a small clink of a glass and water from the pitcher that Baxter had brought up some time before. She still was silent. “But surely you understand how I must feel. To stand there as other men rushed past to help. That young, brave man gone in what seemed an instant.”

“Here.” He looked at her as she returned to the bed, her small body shaking the mattress gently as she climbed back in beside him. “Take this,” she offered, and Robert found she held a water glass.

He sat up and, exhaling, took it.

“And,” he looked again to her hand, the glow that had been on her shoulder catching at her narrow wrist. “Take a powder.”

“I don’t want a powder,” he pouted but took it all the same.

“Do you need me to open it?”

“No.” And putting his much recent practice to use, he managed with one thumb to separate the wax paper; he tilted the medicine into his mouth, the sharp bitterness making his tongue smart.

He took a drink of water, smacking away the taste, before handing the glass back to his wife who, twisting at her waist, placed the glass on the table beside her.

Sighing, he laid back against the pillow. Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to settle the irritation he still felt alive in his joints. But then, to his small surprise, Cora laid down as well, her body quickly flushing against his own, her arm draping across his breast … her nose burrowing into the space beneath his jaw.

He blinked. The irritation he had felt, that telephone crackling that lived in his bones, it was gone.

“The phenacetin should help you sleep,” he felt her words against his throat, her little puffs of air. “If your tummy is uncomfortable.”

He nodded, and then felt himself ask her, “What about you?”. It was a reflexive response, and one he meant. He shifted his head and let his lips touch at her forehead, her hairline. “You couldn’t sleep either.”

“No, but…”

He felt her fingers grasp tightly at his shoulder, and without thinking, his hand went to her own, taking it, and he brought her long fingers to his lips.

“…you’re here.”

He kissed her fingers again. He nodded. The tangle of anger had loosened considerably there beneath the length of her arm, and Robert drew in a slow breath, bringing in the scent of her lavender hand cream, and he pressed his lips to her fingertips again.

“I apologize for before.”

He felt her shake her head, but he went on.

“I didn’t mean I was angry with you. Only the day. And then Rosamund was so–” “--You’re here.” She repeated, stopping him. Her voice was low against his skin, and Robert lifted his chin against her forehead. “I think that for tonight, let’s just be grateful.”

His body felt heavier at that. His chest and arms and legs and head all tripled in weight as her words coursed through him, his heart aching a little at the sincerity in her words.

Again, he kissed her forehead. And again he kissed her hair. And when she lifted her face to his, he found her lips and rested his head to her own.

He nodded. “You’re right,” he conceded. “I’m here."

His heart quicked when he felt her lips move against his. “Please. Don't go anywhere.”

#cobert drabbles #thank you for the request!!!!#it's not great #but look at me writing! ha HA!

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ur-local-remy-kinnie · 1 year

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i’ve been insane over terukane for exactly 6 months as of today, so ofc i had to draw my fave au of them to celebrate!!

(au by @mari-lair)

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #aoi akane #minamoto teru #terukane #my stuff #my art #they’re so silly!!!#bet you would’ve never been able to guess this is my fave au of them what a shocker ikr /s #i literally love drawing aka’s hair sm!!! the absolute pookie fr #i messed around w brushes for once in my life for this one i think it turned out pretty neat >:D #anyways this au and aka and terukane are literally my everything!!! i love them sm!!!

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cloudysarts · 4 months

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please please tell us about rick and morty x-33 i fell in love with them instantly

GLADLY!!!!! aughhgh im SO glad people want to know about them i wanted to talk about them so bad!!! i have 300 million ideas. Ill give you the highlights <3 and a couple old sketches!!! under the cut so i dont clutter the tag TOO much :p

I saw someone mention their dimensional code in the tags and that was not an accident!!!! i DID pick x33 JUST bc it looks like a cute little emoticon <333 it went through a bunch of variants before i landed on that one and it was the right choice i think

Rick x33 didnt LIVEE on the citadel but he did work there!! up until it was destroyed ofc :P he runs what is basically a knockoff hot topic called “Bloody Morty” (like bloody mary <3).

The tagline for the bloody morty is “Memento Morty” which is. also a pun skldfhksd. The phrase it comes from, Memento Mori, is “remember death” or “death remembers” in latin, which colloquially translates to “Don’t take anything for granted.” the pun is obviously just a play on words, but its also sort of a reminder to ricks on the citadel. It would mean “remember morty” or “morty remembers” or,,,, “Don’t take Morty for granted” :]

He is a terrible business man and WILL price everything based on how much he likes you personally. You’re a Morty who wandered in to buy something behind your Rick’s back? It’s on the house, don’t even worry about it. You’re a Rick who dragged his Morty in here by the arm after yelling at him outside? Fuck you. This single pin is now thirty dollars.

Flesh Curtains Era Rick x33 ALSO had very wild fashion. As did the whole band honestly. Back then, though, Rick used to dye his hair like once a week. It was always a new color. He would paint Squanchy’s fur/BP’s feathers with the dye, too, so they all had a fun new look for every show!! When he went blue, though, he switched brands, and didn’t notice until AFTER dying his hair/dying Squanchy and Bp’s fur/feathers, that this dye was made to last…forever. It BECOMES your natural hair color. You could shave your head and it would grow back blue. He could dye on top of it, but ever since then he’d pretty much exclusively stayed blue, and BP/Squanchy now have permanent dye patterns in their feathers and fur long after growing out of their Phases

Speaking of BP, Rick x33 has the same little badge on a necklace that BP has on his collar. I like to think he gave him that necklace at Blood Ridge <3

Rick also has a yellow locket! This is to match Morty’s teal felt heart on his chest. They’re wearing each others colors!

Morty’s earrings look like Fleeb!! :3

Morty does a lot of graphic design work for the store, since he knows what Morty’s like and this store is mostly for them :P lots of “”cringey”” unlicensed merch for things like FNAF and Warrior Cats are in here :3

Morty also spends a lot of time watching/making AMV’s or edits and such <3 Even drawing!!

Morty is very social and gets along super well with other Morty’s :] He likes to hang around the citadel and make kandi and rainbow loom with all the friends he makes. You’ll run into a lot of Morty’s with ‘memento morty’ spelled out in beads on their bracelets. Its like his version of a ‘best friends’ necklace for every morty hes ever befriended!

Morty x33 is very well liked by other Morty’s on the Citadel. Most Morty’s like Rick x33 too!! Not true for other Rick’s though. If they don’t OUTRIGHT HATE rick x33, they probably at least think he’s annoying as fuck

Rick and Diane x33 met at a rave <3

WAHGHJHKSDFHJKL OKAY ive gotta cut myself off i could literally ramble hcs about them all day :PPPP THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK im so happy that people like them and are interested in them bc i love them so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really appreciate it o((>ω< ))o here’s some little bonus doodles of them that i happened to have on hand!!!!!!!

pr*ship/c*mship dni please!!

#Rick and Morty #Rick and Morty ocs #Rick Sanchez X-33 #Rick Sanchez X33 #Morty Smith X-33 #Morty Smith X33 #Rick X-33 #Rick X33 #Morty X-33 #Morty X33 #Scene Rick #Scene Morty #Scene Rick Sanchez #Scene Morty Smith #rnm #ram #THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE ASK WAHHHHJKSDLFHJKSDHJKL they make me so happy i love drawin gthem and thninking about them

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