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sgiandubh · 2 months

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This is a thank you, not an ask. I guess I would be classified as a lurker in the Tumbler world since I primarily only read what others write. But I did make a comment to you once and you responded so you made me feel comfortable enough that I could send this to you. Shippers have unknowingly been helping me stay sane these past few years. My husband has Alzheimer’s with Aphasia and I have been his sole caretaker for a long time. Having this responsibility is not for the faint of heart. One day in early 2019 I stumbled across Outlander and like a lot of others, was in, hook, line and sinker and Jamie & Claire and Sam & Cait became part of my daily life. Last week I had to place my husband in a memory care facility. It was an agonizing decision and I prayed for a sign that this was the right move. As stupid as this may sound, I think my prayer was answered. On the second day he made a friend. His name is Jamie. Only in the Outlander world would this have any meaning, but we've now got a sweet Jamie in our lives. You may officially call me crazy. Thank you to you and all the other shippers for all the smiles and happiness you've brought to me and many others. It kept me going.

Dear @jovialchaoslover,

By all means, do not thank me, even if I felt incredibly moved and honored by your submission, on behalf of the entire OL Shipper community. In fact, I should thank you, because for all those name calling and finger pointing Anons, you get to read something as genuine, moving and personal. These moments are rare and precious (and should remain so). They make you feel useful, in a very unexpected way.

You are one of those daily life unsung heroes and I want you to know that you are probably way stronger than you would ever think. I can only imagine the kind of experience you are now going through, even if I am (like many daughters, all around the world) only too aware of the cruelty with which old age sometimes disfigures beloved family members. I have only a remote idea of my own grandmother's quick descent into dementia and death, but I do have a very direct experience of the grueling toll it took on our family. Especially on my own mother, who let everything go and cared for her until the very last moment.

With the proper care solution in place, you will find yourself with a lot of time on your hands. A spare time you perhaps forgot existed. Please (I urge you) use it wisely and never forget this is all about you. You more than deserve it and the moment is now. I may know a thing or two about emptiness and void. They are incredibly enticing and treacherous. Please try and do something for you every single day. It does not matter if it is important or completely futile: it is about YOU and changing the angle will change everything. Remember the wonderful woman I am sure you are and try to reconnect with her. I can promise you she is not very far and I bet she misses you, too.

Last but not least, let me tell you that I will never call you crazy for having shared that Jamie story with us. I think it was very brave of you and I can confidently tell you it even has a name. What you experienced is called synchronicity and it is part of the tiny and personal magic of daily life. People as serious as Carl Gustav Jung dedicated their life to try and make some sense of this. And it all started with one of his patients (he was a shrink) describing a very vivid, recurrent dream of hers, that featured a scarab beetle. At the very same time, they both saw a scarab beetle (uncharacteristically) tapping on the window. The woman was not instantly cured (psychoanalysis does not exactly work like this), but it helped both of them overcome a very frustrating communication barrier.

That Jamie story is a real synchronicity, too, because it is meaningful for you and nobody else. It happened for a reason you are the only one to understand, in time. I could talk about it for hours and link it (as Jung did) with my beloved I Ching or with a couple of dead(ly) serious German philosophers, for some extra gravitas. But I am not going to over-complicate things. You got this. You are strong and brave and believe it or not, I am sure you are also loved by many.

I also think Caitriona Mary Balfe and Sam Roland Heughan should read your ask, finally understand their magic brought solace to many, many people around the world and get their damn act together for Season 8. But that is a different story altogether.

For the rest, if you want, we will be here for you. Me and probably other kind people on this side of the fence. Anytime you want, here or in DM. It may not be much, but it is something.

PS: that may or may not have brought a #silly tear, you know.

#ask #fandom

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octuscle · 8 months

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Hey chronivac suppot. I got the app about a week ago, around the same time my targeted ads started recommending me custom wrestling singlets and gym shorts. I didn’t know why I would be getting these ads, but because it happened around the time I got the app I thought maybe it was connected. I haven’t even opened the app before I checked the ad settings, so I know I haven’t made any changes… but for some reason chronivac has permission to alter my browser history and recommend ads based on randomly assigned presets? Not gonna lie, I have been thinking about stocking up on some wrestling gear…

Gah, what am I saying? Can you help fix this problem? Thanks!

This is another one of those somewhat complicated cases. Although it is actually disabled by default, your app had "Allow Bluetooth communication with other users" set at least shortly after activation. And one of the users was obviously the coach of the wrestling team. And he gave you a preset over Bluetooth. I know Coach Wilson pretty well. We had a one-on-one training session once… Shit, I hope I still have his number somewhere, I wouldn't mind repeating that… But that doesn't belong here. Although Coach Wilson does have one hell of a hot ass. Anyway, you obviously, intentionally or accidentally, accepted and activated the preset.

Did you have any stress with any of the team beforehand? Or with Coach Wilson himself? Normally he only uses the setting when someone has made fun of one of his lads or of wrestling as a sport in general. In any case, the ads for wrestling gear are just the beginning. Haven't you noticed that you have posters of wrestlers hanging in your study? Or that you follow half the wrestling team on Instagram? And they follow you? And that you get a boner when you see the commercials. Fuck, now just try out how it feels to put on a singlet! Where to get one? Look in your closet, you stupid idiot!

When you get home, you want to call the police first. It doesn't necessarily look like someone broke in. But it looks like a bomb has gone off. Actually, you are a model of order and cleanliness. But the kitchen is full of dirty dishes. There are half-empty and empty cans of protein powder everywhere. It smells a bit like a locker room. You're about to go into your dressing room to see if there really is a singlet in your closet when Chuck yells at you to knock. Damn, where did you get the crazy idea that you had your own dressing room. The apartment has five rooms, which you share with three of your fellow students who are on the wrestling team with you. Wait, you've been out of university for a long time, you're a junior partner in a law firm. This is your apartment. You're about to go into your study and call the police from there when you see the sock on the doorknob. Hehehe, Mike managed to get the hot guy from the lacrosse team to come over.

Dude, your head is spinning. You go to your bedroom. Yeah, that's right, this is your room. Whew! It smells like a cougar cage. The bed is not made yet. You take the pillow and press it against your face. Fuck, you can still smell Coach Wilson's sweat. You can only hope that the other lads haven't noticed that Coach has been fucking you to the hilt. But they were still celebrating the tournament victory yesterday, Coach was long gone when the lads got home. Only his singlet he left here. Fuck, the stench is just brimming with masculinity. Sure, Coach is a size bigger than you, but you just have to try the singlet on.

Fuck, Coach's singlet fits you like a glove. You directly add some of your own to the stains from his precum. You can't help it, you have to jerk off here and now. You just manage to press one of the hankies from the floor to your cock before you cum the load into the singlet. Just at that moment your door flies open. Chuck probably doesn't knock in revenge for your " invasion" either. He stands grinning in the doorway with his gym bag and asks why you didn't ask him for help. He would have had time for a little wrestling and jerking off. But now you have to hurry, training is about to start. And Coach Wilson will show no mercy if you're late.

Fuck, then you have to go work out in Coach's singlet. It's a little small for you, but it'll do. You just quickly put on a tracksuit and hit the road with Chuck. Because if there's one thing you don't want, it's to fall out of favor with Coach.

Implementation inspired by a suggestion from @nexo-cuffs88 and by the hot picture of @wrestlingdominations

#male tf #reality change #muscle tf #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #age reduction

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another-whump-sideblog · 21 days

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Jane's Pets Chapter 97: Miracle (Season Finale)

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Puppy regrets nodding about Bunny killing Master almost immediately after she does it. This is what anger does, makes her act irrationally in ways that will get others hurt. She shouldn't have encouraged him, it can only make things worse.

She shakes her head immediately after she nods, but Bunny doesn't seem nearly as impacted by that as he was by her nod.

Master lets her and Bunny bring Kitty upstairs and take care of them. They’re hardly injured at all. Just some acid burns on their toes. It’ll make it hard to walk, but Puppy won’t mind helping.

They’re really out of it, so she and Bunny get them set up all cozy on the couch with some snacks.

“I’m sorry.” Bunny whispers over and over to them. “I’m so sorry, I won’t let this happen ever again.”

After Kitty’s settled in, Bunny pulls Puppy aside.

“I think you’re really brave, you know. And strong. And I want you to know I love you no matter what happens.”

He's going to do something really stupid. That's the only reason he'd say that.

Her worry must be visible on her face, because Bunny looks sad.

"It's all going to be okay." He hugs her tightly, then runs off to his room. He can't use his hands, so hopefully he won't be able to do anything too stupid…

She really doesn't want to have to watch him get his hands and tongue cut off. She should supervise him, just to make sure he didn't find a way to cast without hands, but Kitty also needs supervision.

She thinks that if Kitty tries to get themself hurt, she'd be able to stop them, but she's not sure about Bunny. So she stays in the living room where she knows she can be useful, as much as leaving Bunny to his own devices pains her.

You've just had the most wonderful idea.

Everything has magic in it, first of all. Barron (you'll just have to push through the discomfort and think about it) and its books tended to only use twigs, leaves, and rocks, but theoretically anything could be used to cast, especially if it's less refined and closer to nature. And Puppy communicated to you that Jane's blood is important… it only makes sense to use that to cast. You're a genius!

If you manage to kill her, you probably won't be able to cast anymore, but you're okay with that. Magic no longer existing is a small price to pay in order to be free of Jane.

Oh, does that have something to do with how she's not usually affected by magic? If she was made immortal by the same thing that made magic possible, it doesn't seem too crazy to think she wouldn't be impacted by magic in the same way everything else is��

Wait. Wait wait wait wait- her blood has to do with her immortality. Her immortality has to do with the creation of magic, which means that her immortality (and therefore blood) is connected to why magic doesn't work on her the same way. So maybe, if she had enough normal blood in her body… magic might work normally on her, and she might be able to die!

"Jane! Jane! I have an idea on how to kill you! Jane!"

Jane appears sitting on your bed. "My stupid Bunny has an idea? Don't hurt yourself."

"Shut up. Have you ever tried to replace your blood with a mortal's?"

"Yes. Do you really think no one's thought of that before you?"

That's a bit demoralizing, but you continue. "Have you ever had someone cast magic on you while there was mortal blood in you? Oh, oh! And had someone cast using your blood, at the same time? So like, there's a spell on the normal blood and a spell on the immortal blood?"

Jane blinks. "I… not at the same time…" She regains her composure swiftly. "But I have tried those separately. Why would doing them at the same time work?"

You've got her. There's no way she won't want to try. "Well it would probably be impossible to replace all your blood with mortal blood, so it makes sense why that one wouldn't work on its own. As for using your blood to cast… well, did it have any effect when you tried it on its own? Or did nothing happen at all, like when I tried to make you intangible?"

"Nothing happened." Jane is sounding more and more annoyed.

"What spells did you try? I guess that since your blood works different it wouldn't be able to cast the same things the same way…"

"...What makes you so sure that my blood works different?"

Shit, you don't want to get Puppy in trouble. "It doesn't matter. What spells did you try?"

She rolls her eyes, but luckily she doesn't seem to care enough to push it. Maybe she already knew, or figured it out (did you ask Puppy while Jane could've been listening? You can't remember). "Any spell that had even a tiny chance of killing me."

"Hmm… and you cast it? Or did someone else?"

"Someone else. I can't cast, at least not the way mages can. Which I know because I tried, many times."

Oh, it's a good thing you asked, since she talks about it saying 'I' instead of 'we.' You suppose it does make sense for her to think about mortals that helped her in the past as just extensions of herself.

Another idea is starting to form. You've been forcing yourself to think about Barron a lot lately, and its death (along with the others') is fresh in your mind after thinking Kitty was dead. You think 'what would Barron do?' You think about your first time meeting it.

"Well… your blood, uh, makes more of itself only while it's inside your body, right? So maybe using it to cast would only work if it was still inside your body? I could… I could carve a rune into a rock, then like… cut you open and put it inside you and cast, so that it would have the normal magic of the rock and the weird magic of your blood." Man, this is a pretty gory conversation… Living here has really desensitized you.

Jane tilts her head to the side. "...worth a shot."

"Wha- you've never tried that before?" You were expecting to have to give more justifications as to why it would be different this time.

"I have reason to believe my blood maintains its properties while it's outside my body, but you're right that it only replicates while it's in my veins. So it's worth a shot, even if nothing comes of it. Come downstairs."

Jane vanishes.

This could go very, very bad, but you leave your room and go down the stairs to the basement anyway, purposefully avoiding looking at Puppy and Kitty's reactions.

Jane is setting up some kind of scary looking contraption. You instinctually step back when you see it.

"Relax, it's not for you. You've seen how instantaneous my healing is, this is to hold my arm open while you… hey, your hands are still broken! Go grab Kitty and Puppy, you can instruct them on how to carve your runes or whatever. That works out better anyway, I'd have to cut off your hands if you did it yourself, or no one would believe my threats again."

You run back upstairs. You can't stop the smile starting to form on your face. This might work. This might actually work! Even Jane thinks it might work!

"You guys need to come downstairs. Not for a punishment! Probably. I suggested a way to maybe kill Jane and she agreed! But I need your help cause I can't use my hands right now. Um, Puppy, could you help me get supplies from my room?"

She looks skeptical, but follows anyway. Kitty wordlessly goes down the stairs into the basement, walking on their heels.

You direct Puppy on what materials to grab, and then you and her go down into the basement too.

Jane is sitting in a chair that wasn't there before, with the scary contraption beside her. "Alright! Tell them what to do. You two, do what Bunny says for now."

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. Your plan is complicated, so you're afraid you'll miss a step.

You direct Puppy on what rune to draw on a leaf (you've decided engraving a rock would take too long) and have tell Kitty how to cast a healing spell with the stuff you've already got prepared. Their magic makes you taste sour candy.

You feel the bones in your hands mend. "Perfect, thank you Kitty. First I want to try casting with your blood. I want to see if it can do things like healing and teleporting, since those are the magic things you can do."

Jane scoffs. "My magic doesn't heal me. It keeps me in the state I was right before- it keeps me in this specific state. To call any of my powers healing is ridiculous, the entire point is for me to suffer."

You gasp. She said that so casually, like it wasn't the last piece of the puzzle. Has she said that before? Maybe she has, and you didn't realize the importance.

She's tried so many different ways to kill herself. If the purpose of her magic isn't to make people miserable, what could it possibly be?

Magic responds strongly to intention. Her blood, her magic… what if it only works if the end result is more suffering?

Okay, drop the replacing some of her blood with yours idea. You just need her blood. "Do you have, like, a bloodbag in your void?"

"I have everything in my void." Jane sets up a blood draw quickly herself. "Will that be enough?"

You nod. You shouldn't need much at all. You know why using her blood to cast didn't work when she tried it before…

Well, you don't know. Which is why this first step is important. You set the blood bag aside. "Puppy, hand me that leaf you drew on like I told you."

She hands you the leaf, her expression unreadable.

Jane laughs. "You know that if this doesn't kill me I'll have to cut off your hands and tongue, right? Since you're casting it yourself."

"Yep." You examine Jane's contraption. "So how does this work?"

"It'll cut and hold the flesh open while you stick the leaf in there. You'll have to do it as fast as possible. Are you ready?" She puts her arm in the contraption and holds down a lever.

You position the leaf right above where it looks like the contraption will cut. "Ready."

She releases the lever and the contraption slices and pulls, ripping skin and then muscle and holding the rip open. You can see the flesh trying to reunite, straining against the contraption. Ew. Jane doesn't flinch.

You thrust the leaf forward into the wound (ew ew ew ew) and chant the spell words, then yank your hand away and pull the contraption off. Her skin mends around the leaf.

Magic responds to intention. Usually that means that it doesn't work unless you have the right intentions, but it can benefit you too. You want the force-field to hold her in place while leaving a hole for magic to get through, and it does. Instead of being a sphere around her, it's shaped the same as her so that she can't move, with a hole over her chest.

"...why did you do that?" Jane looks more confused than anything.

She teleports, but once she reappears across the room the force-field is still around her. It worked! You can't cast spells on her, but you can cast spells on the area around her, and since the leaf's inside her it will move with her, so the spell is always on the area around her! And she can't teleport it out, and she can't cut it out because she can't move her arms. It really worked! So long as you keep the spell up, she won't be able to hurt anyone.

You watch as the realization dawns on her. "Ha ha. So clever. Except the spell will still only work until you lose focus, and with your brain damage I doubt I'll have to wait long… And if I told my Puppy to attack you, she would, and you'd lose focus even faster."

"I know. I just needed… insurance. I need you to not be able to hurt anyone while I try this. Sit back down, I think my idea will work."

She appears back in the chair and rolls her eyes. You pick the blood bag back up.

"Puppy… I need you to cast this spell for me. You… her magic, it only causes suffering right?"

She nods hesitantly.

"That's it's purpose?"

She nods again, and you feel giddy. You were right! Puppy confirmed it!

"So if we want to cast with her blood, it has to be to cause suffering. And I think… you're the only one who can try to kill Jane and see it as a cause of suffering. I think that you're the only one here who's even capable of processing Jane's death as a bad thing." You're not positive, but based on the way she acts around Jane, and some of the things that Kitty's told you… it's possible. Her hatred for Jane doesn't seem to be as strong as yours and Kitty's, at the very least.

Tears well up in her eyes, and she nods slowly.

You hand her the blood bag. "Okay, I need you to, like, fingerpaint with the blood." You describe the rune to her and she dutifully paints it on the floor.

"And then… you need to say the spell words." There are probably other ways to cast without the ability to speak, but you don't know them.

Jane has been watching silently, but when Puppy looks at her pleadingly she speaks up. "I'm not going to give you permission to speak. If you actually think this is going to work, you don't need my permission, because I won't be able to punish you. And if you don't think it'll work… you have no reason to do it."

Tears stream down Puppy's face. You don't know what to do– if it doesn't work, you don't want Puppy getting hurt because of you.

Kitty has been mostly quiet, but now they speak up. "...Puppy. You've got this. If it doesn't work… we'll keep trying, and she won't be able to hurt you– or anyone, because of the forcefield. And… if your worry is about us getting hurt… we're willing to risk that. Right, Bunny?"

"Right."

"Please, Puppy… I can't do this anymore. I can't– I wouldn't be able to go on knowing that we had a chance and we didn't take it. Please."

Puppy wipes her eyes, unclips and removes her muzzle, and hesitantly takes off her collar. Jane doesn't say anything.

You quickly tell her the spell words, and she repeats them. Her tears mix with the blood on the ground.

When she's finished, Jane goes unnaturally still. Her eyes lose focus. Despite how hopeful you were, your first thought is oh, she's fucking with us.

If it worked… she shouldn't be able to heal (or whatever she wants to call it) anymore, right?

You take one of the many knives laid out in the basement and drive it through the hole in the forcefield, into her chest, then pull it out. The wound doesn't heal.

"Guys- guys!" You drop the forcefield and slit her throat. It bleeds and it keeps bleeding and there's not even the slightest pull bringing the flesh back together.

"She's dead. Jane is dead. She's- she's-"

It doesn't feel all that different to when you killed other people under her orders. You feel kind of… numb. Everything feels too quiet. You've daydreamed about this for so long, but you don't feel triumphant like you expected. Just… tired.

And you always pictured dying right after. Sacrificing your and Jane's life for Puppy and Kitty's. But you're alive. You're alive and Jane is dead.

A/N: Everything so far has built up to this... I hope it's at least a little good! Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list! Season 4 will begin April 22nd at 5:00PM EST.

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 2 months

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Pico x pop star!reader

Based off headcanons i wrote

There was one thing that you have yet to mention to Pico, and that was the fact that you were a pop star. You hadn’t told him yet, as you were afraid of how he would react. Besides, you wanted to have a sense of normalcy when it came to dating, and without telling him your little secret, everything was fine and normal.

“I’ll be back later this evening, Pico.” You called out to your boyfriend, who was currently on the couch, watching you leave.

“Alright, just… stay safe out there.”

“I will, don’t worry.” You smiled faintly and went over to him, kissed his cheek, and walked out the house, closing the door behind you before making your way to your destination: the arena nearby, which was fortunately going to be inside. As much as you like outside concerts, you would prefer indoors as you’re not exposed to the elements such as the wind.

Once inside, you made your way to the stage, as everything was already set up for you beforehand. You didn’t mind helping if it wasn’t, though.

“Alright, let’s do this.” You said, hyping yourself up as you walked up the stairs to the stage, a smile on your face as you walked up to the microphone before picking it up, the crowd cheering before you can even get a word out. The music started to play and you got ready to start the first song.

What you didn’t know, however, was after you had left, Pico had gotten a call for a new job, which was at the nearby arena. The same arena you were performing at, but he had no idea about that. He just took the job per usual and got himself ready before heading out. As Pico got closer to the arena, he could hear music playing rather loudly, which would be perfect.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” He mumbled as he slipped inside. As he made his way through the inside of the arena, he started hearing a familiar voice. As he started walking past the main area, he stopped as he looked at the stage.

“Holy shit, is that Y/n?” Pico asked himself, looking towards the stage, squinting a bit as if to get a better look. It was then he realized that yes, it was indeed you! “It really is them.” He was rather shocked as he thought about one thing: you’re a pop star. He is your boyfriend. He’s been dating a pop star all this time, and he had no idea until now.

“Well that’s certainly a surprise.” He chuckled a bit to himself, finding himself unable to finish the job. While you were aware of what he did, he didn’t want to scare you off or upset you, as his job involved killing one of the backstage staff. So instead, he just decided to chill in the crowd listening to you sing. He actually really liked your singing, you sounded really good!

After the concert was over, and you were packing up to leave, you felt a tap on your shoulder, which made you turn around to find Pico behind you.

“Wha-? Pico? What are you doing here?” You were more surprised than anything to see him here. Pico wasn’t going to tell you the real reason he was here, so he quickly made something up,

“Oh, i just happened to be nearby and i heard the music, so here i am.”

“I see. I’m not mad or anything, just genuinely surprised.”

“Yeah, so am i. You’re a pop star, and you’ve never told me.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry about that, i just… wanted a sense of normalcy when it came to dating, and because you didn’t know, it made things simple for me, for us.”

“Y/n.” Pico took your hand into his own. “Did you really think that I would anything stupid or crazy just because i knew about what you do?”

“Well… no. I was going to tell you eventually but i just… never got around to it.”

“It’s alright, these things happen.” You smiled softly and pulled him into a hug, which had caught him off guard, but he hugged you in return. He was right. While you may not have to tell each other everything, as long as you communicate well with each other, you would be happy and okay.

“You’re right. Again, I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“It’s fine, really. I love you for you, Y/n. Pop Star or not, i would still love you.”

“Thank you, Pico, i really do appreciate that, and i love you too.” You kissed his cheek.

“Now come on, let’s get home and, i dunno, have some dinner and find something to watch?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You smiled faintly and with Pico’s help, you packed up the rest of your things, and made your way back home.

#friday night funkin #fnf #sfw #pico #fnf pico #pico/reader #pico x reader #fnf pico/reader #fnf pico x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot

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unrooms · 2 months

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With the passage of time bearing down on you, you decide to get to work on the puzzle. As you get up, though, it occurs to you that you think you already have a solution. That’s... weird, you weren’t thinking about it... did your subconscious solve it?

You move around the room, flipping switches in the pattern your brain is telling you is right. Finally, you come back to the one in front of the pillar, where the water currently reaches, and flip that one. You watch as water flows under the floor and the walls.

As water flows into the key mold, something happens. The glass starts to... shift, almost as though it were molten; protruding further out of the door, until it separates entirely and starts to fall. Panicking, you manage to catch it before it shatters.

You try to fit the key into the door’s lock, but it’s too big. You try the handle on the door, but it won’t turn, not even a little. It’s almost like... you squint at the door. On closer inspection, the grooves between the door and the wall don’t go all the way in; they’re just shallow indentations in the wall. You’re not sure this is a real door. You look back down at the key. Was that all it took to get one of the four? Maybe you’re going to be fine...

You think about going back out into the first room, but another idea occurs to you. You look at the symbol on the side of the door from the pool room again, and then trace your mental map. Maybe you could make the water go in... sort of the same shape?

But, when you switched the water’s direction, the water that was going the other way drained out. Given that, you don’t think you could make it very similar. So you decide that’s probably not intended, especially since you already got the key.

You pace the room one more time, trying to make sure you don’t miss anything. Then you swing the heavy door back the other way and leave the water room.

You sit down on the pool edge again, considering what to do next. You stare up at the ceiling, wondering once again what this place even is. What it did with the key there... and the way the solution to the puzzle just sort of came to you... there’s definitely something weird going on. You look back down at the words under your palm, on the rim of the pool- but as you read, you realize they’ve changed. You open your phone and check your picture from earlier, just to make sure you’re not crazy- yeah, this is definitely new. Now the pool reads:

“ONE OUT OF FOUR OF THE KEYS IN HAND | THOUGH WATER IS KNOWN TO BE THE MOST ACCOMMODATING | INTERESTING THAT YOU CHOSE THE FIRST OF THE ELEMENTS FIRST | ALTHOUGH YOU DO NOT KNOW THEM”

“...Hm.”

After staring for a minute, you write this new message down in your phone after the first. Then you look around.

If someone else was in here since I was here last, maybe there’d be some trace? Then again, for all I know, they changed the pool magically from a distance or something... or the pool is just enchanted to change on its own...

You don’t see any change in the room besides the pool, no matter how hard you look. You’ve never been one to believe in magic, but you’re definitely starting to wonder. You take the glass key out of your pocket and look at it again, just thinking.

You sigh. You’ve definitely been freaking out to some degree this whole time. ...And you’re also operating on less than an optimal amount of sleep with no coffee, so that’s not helping. But you’re starting to feel more determined and less afraid. Well, still afraid. But you know.

“...Hey,” you say out loud, feeling kind of stupid, “I know I yelled earlier and no one answered, but... if there’s someone around, or if like, the room itself or something can hear me, come on. Let’s... talk.”

...

“Surely you want to communicate. Why else put that message on the pool? That was pretty clearly written to me, right? Just... tell me what you want... if you’re there.”

You stand up and look at the pool intently, but the words stay frustratingly static. Then you glance around the room in case you’re missing anything.

“Come on, please? I’m uh, sorry for kicking the door earlier?”

...

“Maybe I am just talking to myself.”

You run a hand through your hair in exasperation. Oh well. You check your phone: 3:56 am.

You should probably choose another door to go through. You wonder, if water is the first element, what’s the next one? ...Why do they have an order, anyway?

If the doors are in order clockwise, the next one’s the one with the crescent shape. If it’s counter-clockwise, it’s the one with the hexagon. Does it... matter what order you go through them?

You’ve definitely decided to go through another door soon, but before you decide which one, you check the time on your phone again. Maybe it’s because you’re on a time limit, but you feel sort of compelled to watch the hour change.

3:59...

4:00.

What now?

--HOUR THREE--

#unrooms #unrooms update #interactive fiction #cyoa #choose your own adventure

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shopcat · 10 months

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i was talking about this a bunch the other day and i forgot til now but like. so much of the problem w biphobia in this fanbase is rooted in that if steve (and at least partially in the context of steddie) will never have autonomy over his own sexuality bc people genuinely can't fathom him being ACTUALLY attracted to men so they have divorce this bisexual version of him entirely from his canon self, and if the idea of steve being bisexual will Always be considered as and therefore treated as "fanon" and ENTIRELY different from the source material because people for the life of them, subconsciously or not, do not think this is ACTUALLY possible in any way it is . literally just biphobia and homophobia 😭

like i would love it if people stopped considering gayness in general as something not grounded in reality especially when bizarrely it is... other lgbt+ people perpetuating this 😭? and like yeah i know a good chunk of it probably comes from "this obviously isn't ever going to happen in the show (bc of homophobia) he would never be actually anything but straight (bc of heteronormativity)" and it's like a kind of frustration with the state of representation and i get it but that's not what ur actually SAYING. ur just saying that he can't be gay. and repeating again and again and again in different ways that gayness is not natural or realistic or normal or even common which is a dogshit thing to say let alone repeat. like i am so fucking sick of seeing "realistic" "unpopular" opinions and it's always just "[character] is straight 💀" like what an unbelievably stupid and cruel thing to reflect onto your own community 😭 also it's just fucking loser behaviour like as if indulging in lgbt+ headcanons has ever killed anyone ..

and this entire thing is also why i think steve's quote unquote fanon self's interpretation IS so different from his canon one to some people bc people just go absolutely crazy with it. imo if you genuinely can't look at this character and actually... LIKE his characterisation and canonical self there is a problem there alone but if you Literally consider BEING GAY as the only part of him that is something that's like unrealistic or delusional in some way i think u need to do some like self reflection or something. let alone when people actually celebrate such a harsh line in the sand between "fanon" and canon in this way that ends up just being reductive and stupid and literally plain homophobic. like there should be 0 opportunity for someone to even say something like "oh it's so funny looking at canon steve and being like Wow he's so different" because he fucking shouldn't be 😭 why are you treating gayness however unintentionally like it's impossible to conceive as if that isn't what happens to us every day in real life. him being bisexual or gay isn't unrealistic literally at all because and this is crazy . people can be gay. it was not made up for shit fanfiction or tumblr posts -_-

#sts #i hate fanon 👍 if that's not clear #actually bc it's just an ugly lame ass word and makes me feel like i'm 12 but also just the entire. thing #like u can have indulgent headcanons and shit and even consider them Unrealistic like yes i don't think he's fucking gay i never #actually think it but to treat it like it's an insane thing is NOT NORMAL 😭#and u can be like yes i lvoe the version of steve that lives in ur head without sounding like a tiktok comment thread #Bisexuality Doesn't Occur In Nature It's Just Not Realistic You can only be bisexual in fiction #anyway #also rmr when all those b*let stans got super mad and were just like oh yeah well i think steve is straight #like okay.... u guys are so fucking weird 😭

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Don't hate me but “we’re not good for each other.” “why not?” for a Zutara breakup asdfhsdh (I know you mentioned you headcanon they tried dating pre-Zukka and it was toxic and I really need this now)

HAHAHAHAHAHA ooooooh boy okay here goes!!!

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"We're not good for each other."

Katara and Zuko were fighting- again. It had been happening more often lately and while those words from Katara were starting to ring truer to Zuko than they might have a couple of weeks ago, he still didn't like to hear them. Or what they implied. The easiest thing to do was just pretend he didn't hear them.

"We're... what?" he asked stupidly, momentum immediately taken out of their argument. Katara didn't seem to have expected that as a response either, as her posture relaxed and her narrowed eyes widened slightly. She realized that she had to keep going with this line of conversation, even if it wasn't so pleasant.

Zuko realized it too, silently sitting on the bed and inviting Katara to sit beside him.

She didn't move from her position across the room, but did sit back onto the windowsill with a sigh.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed. Zuko, we're practically the exact same person!" Katara played with her hair nervously, but maintained eye contact.

"That can be a good thing..." Zuko tried, one last attempt to end the conversation before it got too far. But the truth was, the conversation was over the minute their most recent fight had started.

It hurt to admit. The love he'd had for Katara had burned bright... but it had burned fast.

"So when we both get so mad at each other we want to start throwing things, that's a good thing?" Katara's voice was louder again- she was more sure of herself, had also committed to the outcome of this discussion.

"No, but-" But yes. Zuko knew their fights were dumb. They usually started over nothing at all, an excuse for one or both of them to release the emotion they had been dealing with alone internally. And they always got way too personal. This wasn't love- not what it was meant to be...

"Remember the Southern Raiders? A couple is supposed to help each other listen to the voice of reason, but we just piggyback off of each other's ideas until someone's dead!"

"Yeah, but-" But yes. That was the biggest problem with them, right there. They both had so much pain that they hadn't properly dealt with, so many issues, and they couldn't help each other with them- only make them worse until they were encouraging each other to commit murder- it had happened a couple times...

"I know we have crazy amazing chemistry, but we can't even communicate-"

"Katara, stop!" Zuko flinched at his own words, once again proving himself right. They couldn't communicate. Obviously. He'd just interrupted her.

But also...

But he...

"What?!" She crossed her arms, like she was daring Zuko to try to save this situation.

But he...

Zuko sighed.

"I was going to say... You're right. ...Yeah, we're not good for each other. We need to break up."

And also...

"Oh. Why not? Why?"

What was he, an idiot?

Yes, clearly.

He needed to tell Katara the most important reason they couldn't be together- it was only fair to her, especially after the things he'd already put her through. He'd only just fully realized it himself. But this was not the time or place to tell her that.

"I was just going to say... but it doesn't matter. It would only hurt you to know..." Agni, he was so stupid!

"Probably! But you already brought it up, so let's hear it!"

The tension and anger was returning to the conversation- at least to Katara's half, and Zuko couldn't blame her. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, caught in it now. Here goes...

"I was going to say... I'm... gay." Zuko closed his eyes and grimaced, too weak and embarrassed to look Katara in the eye after his confession.

"What." Katara's tone was flat, and Zuko decided he liked this a lot less than if he could tell she was angry.

By all the spirits above and below, Zuko could not have done this in a worse way...

He snapped his eyes open, looking for an out.

"Not that it's because of you! I just realized... when I was with... you..."

"Wow, thanks a lot."

Zuko groaned and put his head in his hands, letting the conversation die down for as long as it took him to get a grip again.

Calming breaths. In and out.

When he looked back up, Katara looked hurt. He didn't say anything. He deserved this.

"I'm starting to understand now what happened with Mai..." she said quietly, eyes leaving Zuko for the first time as she looked down at her lap.

Ouch. He deserved that too.

"Katara..." Zuko said weakly.

She didn't respond.

"Katara," he tried again, "I'm sorry. I... You don't deserve this. And I did- I do love you, so much. It's just... not the right kind of love. And you're right, things weren't right between me and Mai, but I didn't fully understand then that it was because of me... And me figuring it out has nothing to do with you, or what we couldn't do... It just... happened to happen, when we were together... I do love you Katara..."

Katara looked back up to meet his eyes again, eyes wet with tears. Zuko realized his were too.

"I'm not going to pretend I'm not mad at you, Zuko. Or that it doesn't hurt. But I love you too and I don't want us to stop being friends in whatever weird way we make work... You're right, it just wasn't the right kind of love between us..."

They sat silently for a bit longer, neither of them wanting this to officially end. Zuko knew that neither of them had started their day planning to break up today.

"Maybe... maybe you could try things with Aang again..." It took all of Zuko's energy not to smack his palm into his forehead. Did he really just say that? Of all the dumb, useless-

But Katara just raised an eyebrow and nodded, standing and crossing to Zuko's position on the bed.

"All things considered, Zuko... I'm proud of you for finally realizing who you are..."

They hugged and cried some more, and then it really was over for good.

#quesTian #atla #zukka #im not going to tag this as zutara bc i dont want the shippers to be mad at me?#drabble #text

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I love sending you asks (hope it doesn't bother you) (I might have angst Mike thoughts when I'm more coherent) : you are INCREDIBLE thank you so much for the food !!! I absolutely live for the way you put Mike and his relationship with his firebending ! I am absolutely loving everything you said so far!!!

NICOOOOOOOO <33333

my fellow angst lover!!!! thank you, i'm so glad you've enjoyed the little mess of thoughts that i have about all this au lol!!!

ok *cracks knuckles* i will try my best to give you some good ole fashioned mike wheeler angst. if i've rambled about some of this already, no i haven't, just ignore me <3

let's talk about this universe's rain fight.

(the song i was listening to while writing this in case you wanted the vibes)

i think i've alluded to some of the ideas nic and i have had with the rain fight and how it all fits into this crazy little world we've built! with queer couples being more prominent in the avatar world, we'd kinda decided not to have the homophobic society be as big of a focus, but rather to mike's insecurities with his bending be what begins to cause that distance.

@messrsbyler we should probably go back and revisit this... eventually because we had good ideas there but ANYWAYS. nic and i had started to discuss what book 2 (the equivalent of parts of st s2 into st s3) would look like and just how will's possession type of arc would come into play there. because, as we all know, will's freed from the mind flayer's control through... yep. his family literally burning it out of him, and nancy burning his side with that metal rod.

i'm not gonna get into too much of the specifics here (mostly because we uh. haven't entirely figured them out yet lmfao), but let's just all operate under the assumption that because mike is also a firebender, both he and nancy are there when will is getting essentially tortured to free him from whatever is happening with the spirits.

did somebody say mike having extreme guilt and a negative perception of his firebending?

so now we flash forward a few months into book 3 (st s3/st s4 combined), and we see mike and will aren't quite as close as they used to be. because mike... can't. he just can't. he looks at will and replays that moment over and over again in his mind—nancy's fire, will's scream, mike's delayed reaction. it's like a broken record in his mind, and we see mike begin to battle with those existential questions about his bending. his bending has been such a core part of his identity for his whole life, and he's tried everything he possibly can to just be good at it. to live up to nancy's standards and to his parents' expectations. firebending has been everything to him, and it makes up so much of who mike is and how mike perceives himself.

firebending is destructive though. mike has always known this in the back of his mind. it comes with the territory of being a firebender. you're warned to be careful—to keep control of your element, lest you hurt somebody else. fire is wild, and if you're not careful, it will harm and it will destroy.

and if so much of who mike is, is tied to his firebending... what does that say about mike too?

it all comes to blows one day when will confronts him about their distance. mike has been avoiding him, and will's not stupid. plus, will has his own shit that he's going through, and somebody talk about miscommunication trope, because god knows will is over here feeling something like a mistake or something broken after what has happened to him. and the one person who has always been there for him, to remind him that he isn't broken, and to hold him close and remind him how to breathe again... that person is pulling away.

neither of them are very healthy, and neither of them are very good at communicating. so when they fight, they fight, and they throw around harsh words and accusations. words are spilling out of mike's mouth that he doesn't mean. they're just reflections of how he sees himself. he's projecting his insecurities onto will. and his words? they're a fire—untamable, dangerous, and destructive.

it's in that fight that mike crosses the line, and he loses control of his words and of his bending.

his words: "it's not my fault you can't bend anymore!"

his fire: igniting sparks as he moves his hands about, the way he does when he gets angry like this.

and his best friend, left burnt and scarred, by both mike's words and by his fire.

for a moment, mike and will just stand there, because neither of them can quite process what's happening. will is stunned and obviously in pain—the gloves on his hands that cover the tattoos he's ashamed of burned right through, and his hands already beginning to blister.

and mike is just horrified. because this is exactly what he'd been so afraid of. he's never been that good at controlling his firebending. he's never been good at protecting his friends from the people who hurt him. and apparently, he's not so good at protecting his friends from himself either.

mike tries to reach out. it's second nature to make sure will is okay, and even though there are horrified, guilty, burning tears in mike's eyes, he moves past the shame and the guilt and tries in that moment to reach for will.

but will leaves. he's on his bike today, not his glider. he doesn't use his glider very much anymore. he hasn't since he was kidnapped. will leaves mike behind.

and mike doesn't follow him.

because now will's better off without his fire anyways.

(spoiler alert: mike follows will... eventually. *cue wheeler-byers-hopper roadtrip to find the twins*)

#andi's asks #hehe that was fun #atlagate #stranger things/avatar au

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Kitty's Blog Basic Housekeeping

Fic requests guidelines, boundaries and my rules for minors.

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Paper Lanterns Part 28

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr. I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime. Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days. At the end of the post will be three options. Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see. I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others. The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Winner of the last vote: “You’re not going near her then. She wants you dead.” Respond in fear and practicality

You stare at Malcolm for a long and uncomfortable moment. A moment in which he meets your gaze head on. There was a lot you could say to this revelation. You could rage. You could approach it with understanding. Yet, the overwhelming feeling was confusion. You didn’t want to examine how close you had been to the truth and how many times it had happened. You didn’t want to think about all the ways he could have helped you and all the things he may be doing wrong. Or maybe it was right? It didn’t matter. None of it did. Because when it was all boiled down to the bare minimum of things, the Baron of the Mists was after the Gatekeeper. You were not putting Malcolm in that amount of danger.

“Well, then that settles it,” you say pragmatically. “You aren’t coming with me.”

Leaning forward, Malcolm presses his forehead to your own. A move of comfort you often showed him. “You don’t get to make that decision.”

“What?” you say shakily, forcing a smile “Big bad Baron now and you think you don’t answer to anyone? No, darlin’. You absolutely still answer to me.”

“And to me,” Hazel pipes up. You point at her as if to say ‘see?’

You feel Malcolm smile. Sometimes, you forget how he had not been protected when he was younger. How the three of you became friends out of a necessity for survival. He had always been the solid one, however. The one who was the rock to both you and Hazel. Perhaps it was simply because he was the oldest.

“Malcolm,” you start gently. “You wouldn’t risk me….”

“I have been risking you. I’m just not doing it any longer.”

“I’m not going to be doing it at all,” you counter. “How can I take you with me when it is clear that she had been trying to flush you out.”

It was obvious now that I thought about it. His name having been mentioned by Belladonna, the hint that the Baron was on to you. You being picked for the job, his ex lover, when it was clear others were better for the task. Impossible timelines. An obstacle at every gate. You were set up for failure and danger over and over again in hopes that Malcolm would step forward.

“What if there is a third option?” Hazel asks. You look at her from across the table, your hands having wrapped within Malcolm’s owns at some point during the conversation. “We let her come to us,” she offers. “Going to the Cathedral seems like a stupid idea no matter how you spin it. At least if she comes to us, it’s on our own grounds, and we may be better able to defend ourselves. I have enough magic to make a statement…”

“No,” both Malcolm and you tell her immediately.

Malcolm looked at her like she was crazy. “I just got you out. They were not posting bail for you Hazel. They were going to put you either in the flesh pits or the tunnels. Why would I knowingly send you right back to that fate?.”

“Oh, I don’t know. So the two people I care about don’t die.” Tears gathered in her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled over the reality that you all suddenly found yourself in. “Malcolm,” she begged. “The Baron of the Mists could kill you. She is not a kind woman. And you always said you didn’t want to become a vengeful spirit. You didn’t want to be the things wandering these streets lost and alone. You know as well as I do, if you die, that is exactly what you are going to be. The Night Market will have a claim on you.”

Malcolm shuddered at the thought. It was an old tale that circled the few that had been born within the Market. You could never leave. Not even in death. Immortality altered the mind, however. If there was one thing that Malcolm feared the most, it was being trapped within these streets, lost in his own head.

“Look, the obvious answer is to let me go and talk to her.” He did his best to ignore his sister. You could see he was trying not to think of what could become of him. Or what could even become of her in the upcoming hours. “Yes, I am outing myself as a Baron, but it sounds like suspicions were already high.”

“Belladonna said that you were the one Baron no one wants. They think you hold too much power.” It had been presented to you as a coo. Flush out the Gatekeeper in hopes of riding him of the hold he had over the Night Market.

Malcolm laughed a little at that. “I absolutely hold too much power. This is quite possibly the worst job. Do you know what it is like to hear requests nearly every second of the day to enter the Night Market? People pleading to get away from the nightmares of their life along with the vanity of men and women simply wanting to go shopping? I hate it. I hate it more than anything. I also control it all. Decide who comes and goes, and when. I keep the Market safe by making sure every last gate is secure and sequestered away. Wiping the memories of those that mean to leave this Market and give away our position. Do you know what the does to a person?”

“So give it up,” you tell him. You can see the weariness settling across his face. Something you had blatantly ignored upon him entering your life again.

“He can’t,” Hazel said sadly. “The only way for a Baron to lose their power is for it to be taken from them. You have to kill a Baron in order to take the place of a new one.”

You slump back in your seat. Your head spinning. The rules and regulations of the damn Market had never made sense to you and you, not for the first time, wished you could make it all go away.

“So that means…?”

“It was an accident,” Malcolm says. “But yeah. I killed the old one. Didn’t even know he was a Baron at the time. Surprise surprise when I felt all that transfer to me.”

You sit in silence, the three of you, no one quite sure what to say or do. Only that something was looming on the horizon and there did not seem to be a clean way out of it.

“I still say we fight them on our terms. At the apothecary,” Hazel said after a long drawn out moment.

“I’m okay with this not happening at the Cathedral,” Malcolm says, “but neither of you have the power to deal with a Baron. I do. We can meet them at a neutral place. See if I can help strike a deal.”

You swallow thickly. Both of them were looking to you to make a decision. To weigh in on their fates. The responsibility of the future had never felt more heavy than it did in that moment.

Voting now closed: Part 29 here

Agree to Hazel’s plan and try to protect her as best as you can.

Agree to Malcolm’s plan and try to protect him as best as you can.

Agree to neither plan. You did this to yourself. You have to hope that you don’t die and that you can get away from the two of them without detection.

If you haven't seen, Chapter Two of the Night Market is now out! It is linked below if you're interested. Reblogs and feedback are also love! Also, there is a Paper Lanterns discord now. Click the link below to join.

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#paper lanterns #interactive fic #community if #hazel albright #malcolm albright #you choose #getting towards the end and I am not ready for it

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srorgana1 · 9 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Five

“What the fuck was that!?” Kylo roars as Vicrul drags him out of the AXS and into the alleyway. The cold wind hits him, making his anger spike more. “Kylo, I am angry too but you need to calm down and be reasonable” Vicrul says as his eyes fade from gold to chocolate brown.

“Reasonable?” Kylo snarled “You want me to fucking reasonable when one of the Devil’s former advisors just told us to basically cut our losses?” He can feel his fangs descend which means his eyes are blood red as well. He starts to pace. “That’s not what he said and you stopped listening after he mentioned Luke” Vicrul growls back at him.

He stops and stares at his friend and closest ally. How does he not remember it was Luke, head Ethereal and founder of The Council, and the others’ faults everything happened. Luke’s crazy ideas and his too trusting nature allowed darkness and hate to grow in his hubris. He allowed the Devil to come into being and terrorize the world and by doing so create him and the other Knights of Ren. Some all-knowing immortal.

“You really think Luke learned his lesson Vic? It sounds just like a repeat of last time” Kylo says, turning his back. He feels Vicrul’s large hand clasp his shoulder. “I don’t know Kylo” he says lowly “but we need to find out. We need to get into The Order and figure out their motives. We need to make sure they are what The Council says they are. I NEED to see if they are responsible for what happened to my son.”

He knows Vicrul is right. He is just so worked up after having to acknowledge his failures once again. How he KNEW the Devil’s plans and stood by. How so many died because of his silence. The pain in his chest alights as he remembers the pain, guilt and rage he felt along with the sweet satisfaction of when he ran him through with his blade, banishing him.

He also remembers how they were hunted by those they saved afterwards, blamed for everything. How he was damned, cursed and tortured. How The Council was too busy organizing and protecting the scattered Supernatural communities to help and support their saviors. How he hated them all then.

He growls to himself. Stupid humans hiding behind their hypocritical religions, calling HIM a monster. They have no fucking idea that it is all a farce. There is no God. There are Ethereals, Demons and everything in-between including them. If they really knew everything, their heads would explode.

“It never was your fault you know that” Vicrul says “it was all ours. We were all deceived.” “Vic I can’t…I know you and the others have forgiven yourselves and each other for what happened, but I am not ready yet…” he says, squeezing his eyes closed as he pierces his own lip with his fangs. The pain is a welcome distraction to the misery swirling inside him.

“Kylo I cannot tell you how to live your life, but torturing yourself for what happened in the past will not change things. All it does is make you tired and miserable” Vicrul says as he grips both shoulders and turns around to face him, not reacting to the blood streaming down Kylo’s chin. “Just as before, I will help you however I can. I know Jessica will too. We are bound by the bonds of brotherhood and I want to see you happy and at peace.”

Kylo opens his eyes to see a soft look on Vicrul’s face. He has forgotten in his self-imposed exile and self loathing that he was not alone in this and never was. “I’m sorry” he mumbles through his swollen lip. “Don’t be, we all had to deal with it in our own way. But we now need to move forward so we can figure out what is happening here” Vicrul says, squeezing his shoulders before letting go.

Kylo takes a deep breath for what feels like the first time in ages but freezes when he feels a tingling on his lip. He looks up to see Vicrul fingers twitch, willing him back to his unmarred form. Kylo smiles as he touches his now healed lip. “Where’d you learn that?” he says as he stands up straight, ready to move forward.

“Jessica. According to her I always had it in me” he says, shrugging a shoulder as he led Kylo back to the club door. “Hmm I always knew you were more than just the muscle” Kylo snarked as he opens the door. “Are you kidding? I was the brains, the looks AND the muscle of our little group” he laughed as he walked back inside.

Kylo smirks at his friend as he views the crowd again, his mind and energy focused. He needs to find a way into The Order. It’ll take too long to get approval from The Council. Plus they will be suspicious and ask questions. No they have to do themselves.

Maybe someone here is gullible enough to be influenced to be his in. Maybe there is someone here who has more information which could be beneficial. He wills a drink into his hand and shuts his eyes, focusing on those in the crowd before him. He quickly assesses them, picking out a few potentials.

His eyes focus on a slim doe eyed blonde who is looking longingly at a slightly older male. He can tell they both work for The Order. He can also tell she’s human, no Supernatural blood whatsoever. The other though, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on the man. He has magick but it seems shaded, almost muted. Maybe those with magick who work for The Order have to suppress it. Either way it’s interesting.

He looks around again and freezes. There are those eyes again. Those big sharp hazel calculating eyes. It takes his breath away. He can feel her power and it’s intoxicating. He shuts his eyes and groans, savoring the essence of it. Oh, how he wishes he could get a taste. He pushes, focusing on her but he feels nothing. Confused, he looks up but she is gone, lost in the crowd.

He looks around the mass of people in an attempt to find her again but to no avail. Just as well, he surmises, he needs to focus on the mission and not his hunger. He needs to find the right one who will give him the perfect cover.

His eyes move back to the pathetic little blonde. Yes she will work. He finishes his drink and concentrates on her, willing his magical influence to affect her and only her. She looks his way and he smirks. Bingo.

#adam driver #knights of ren #kylo ren #kylo ren au #vampire au #vampire kylo #reylo au #rey nobody #reylo #hunter rey #vampire #vampyr #star wars au #Spotify

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laxmovrevx · 10 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

NAME : Rose / Versace

PRONOUNS : She/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I tend to be the most responsive on discord since I'm hardly here, but I don't tend to give that out till I really trust you OURGEOGUREH. Idk I'll probably say hi if we wind up on a server together.

MOST ACTIVE MUSE : This and Jack probably, but I say that loosely considering I'm not on Tumblr all too much BYE. But over the years as well? Specs.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS : I Oh boy quite a while.. I think we just hit around the 5 month mark for my time in the Tumblr rp community! In terms of roleplay in general it's more like 10 years.

BEST EXPERIENCE : Overall just meeting the Tumblr besties @jardinae and @serpentsexile. Ily both, and you guys really did change my life for the better. I loved all the discord events. All the stupid dash commentary. The unhinged stuff that happens in and out of the servers. Though, I do severely apologise that it meant dealing with the likes of Specs, emo and the other blonde bitch. I wake up every morning eagerly waiting to know what we get up to next and what stupid shit we'll do. Love you guys <3.

RP PET PEEVE : I have a few different ones but my main 2 are probably having your entire character revolve around shipping and also having a stupidly powerful character and then just. Not elaborating at all. I've been in groups where the entire theme is MURDER and HORROR and yet they spend the whole time making out and ignoring any plot hooks. I've also seen characters who can apparently take on gods or have ridiculous powers but that whole backstory is ignored, never used or has no depth to it. Like if they're an all powerful god, what does their role involve? What are their worshippers like? What's their influence in the world? There's no point having an OP character if all you use them for is to flirt around or just have an excuse to counter everything against them so they never show weakness.

PLOTS OR MEMES : I Memes are easier for me to answer quickly, but I'm a huge sucker for plots. Even if we never get around to writing them properly, I love throwing around ideas or blabbing on about stupid scenarios or AUs or relationships AAA. Sometimes I'll spend more time talking about a reply than I will actually replying BYE

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Long replies! Short are fine for memes but I feel like they can go nowhere at times. I like adding detail since it's more fun for me and I feel like it just makes things flow on a lot nicer.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES : Oh To a small extent. I have a few similair interests to Specs and Jack, but personality wise they're different. Especially Specs. Extroverts lowkey scare me so the only time I come off that fucking crazy is online OIUHEUH. Hee's someone I'd like to be friends with though. Opposites attract kind of situation.

For the most part, a lot of my ocs kind of spring from personal experiences though. Jack was a way to kind of process my own situation. At times Specs is a bit of a vent character, but also just kind of a comfort character to help me through it. Alistair is a stand in for people I despise and sort of acts like a punching bag (though I haven't written him in ages for personal reasons lol) and characters like Lust, Dorian and William are kind of based around me as a person. All in all, I love most of my muses and oc (through they are on thin ice lol). If they were real I'd like to get to meet some of them one day.

Tagged by: Tagged by the bestie @serpentsexile

Tagging: steal

#➺ •║ 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ║ • ooc #lol #I can do a whole in depth ramble about that last question

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Aita for season 3!August?

WIBTA if I took advantage of the fact that my dad ignores me?

I'm aware that I'm probably TA but I also think I deserve it a little bit.

My dad has a habit of ignoring me in favor of my older sister. Normally, I don't mind too much since we have other family that lives close by that I can talk to but things have changed in the past few months.

Ever since our mom died two years ago (and even before that if I'm honest), my older sister has been the loud and reckless one. When our Dad left for business after Mom died, my sister got pissed at him and threw massive parties at our house every other night, even after he came home. She only got arrested once for drug possession but Dad never really punished her for it. She's done a lot of other things in the past few years; her actions include but are not limited to: 1) the time she was going to run away forever with her boyfriend and lied to both us and her soccer team about where she was on the day of the state championships, 2) the time she ditched classes because she was mad at Dad, 3) the time she snuck away from the coaches with some other members of the soccer team to drink and party at another location and they almost got kidnapped by gang members (I was there for this one too but I digress)

Dad's usual response to her antics is to downplay them or occasionally get stern with her before letting her off. He keeps trying to prove to her that he's there for us and he's not going to run away like he did after Mom died.

Recently, my older sister just randomly decided she wasn't going to college after all and she's staying home and working instead. Which is fine, better than her getting a massive debt for a crappy job. But that means that Dad is even more worried about her than usual. He went out of his way to get her a job (it's part time and she complained about it) (also it's the same place I work and my hours got cut to make room for her) and he's always trying to be There For Her if she wants to talk or whatever.

The problem is, he never makes that kind of time for me. I barely get to talk to him about anything outside of weight training (which I'm not even all that into) and he never offers his help with MY issues (not that he bothers to even find out what they are). I decided to try voicing my needs because communication is usually a good idea in these circumstances. I asked him if he could help me out during an alumi flag football game and help my class win a skip day (I go to a small school). He said he'd try but he couldn't make any promises because of work and then he ended up bailing on me at the last minute.

I was pissed about that so I did something that was, admittedly, a little stupid.

See, my family owns this bar and I have a key. To make up for losing the skip day, I opened it up for my classmates and had a party. Things were actually going pretty okay when I was able to keep an eye on things but I got locked in a supply closet when I was changing out the kegs and things started to get a little crazy. I texted my sister to help me out and she came through (she also tried to give me a lecture about what the hell I thought I was doing). Unfortunately, she showed up right before the cops did and we both got arrested.

Naturally, Dad was fuming about this but, then something interesting happened. He blamed my older sister for everything. EVERYTHING! He didn't even give me the chance to apologize (and I did try, for the record). He even left her in the holding cell overnight and made her clean up the mess in the bar!

I know I should probably tell him the truth but, honestly, I feel like if I can throw a massive rager in my dad's freaking bar and get away with it because my sister is an attention hog, then I may as well keep doing whatever I want. It's not like it'll make a difference to him anyway.

#walker #august walker #walker spoilers #ish #aita #wibta #yes yes you would

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Finale (5/10) ~

[Kinght's Passage - Jun Senoue, Yutaka Minobe]

*BOOST!*

Tails (via communicator) : Sonic, come in! There's something wrong with this picture! It's a giant tree that is coming from the Earth's core!

Sonic : I know it, it's the legacy belonging to that Chao named Shinra. Where'd have I seen it before! I bet nobody had summoned it like this before!

Knuckles (via communicator) : So that's why Soul Eater existed within the real world, huh? Who knew that it was inside the earth's core?

Shadow (via communicator) : What a bunch of teenage scumbags, the weapons and meisters have been tools to Shotaro the Dokeshi all along, the Men of Shinra's influence had the nerves and his balls to keep the truth out of the public eye. I guess that Shinigami person was nothing more than a faker that I pressumed.

Silver (via communicator) : So...Not the brightest Idea of hiding a giant tree that was inside the planet just to be spreading the influence from Shinra Kusakabe, not the company from Final Fantasy VII! I don't know how to say this, Maka Albarn had felt like an idiot for being the under the influence to Shinra's will, just a puppet on a string. She must've wasted her own life to be the hero of a crazy manga story that was only made for money!

Knuckles (via communicator) : It's what money comes out of his pocket, that author of their world is such weird man and a complete idiot!

Tails (via communicator) : It's no wonder why the author had to go make up the lies for his own characters, just to be thrown out like garbage!

Sonic : Guess we were all wrong. But Japan isn't stupid enought to make a bunch of crazy stories that were nothing cosmic horrors and make believes!

Amy (communicator) : Just before you know it! There's bunch of heartless and ghosts from the Evershade valley! It's a crazy party for 2013!

Sonic : Ghosts of Evershade Valley? Wait a second, that wouldn't happened to be Luigi's Mansion 2, right?

Amy (communicator) : I'm afraid so. These ghosts we called inhabitants of Evershade Valley were once peceaful ghosts that have a good side due to the powers of the Dark Moon's appearance, until Luigi's arch enemy, King Boo, destroyed the moon into five pieces, causing the Evershade Ghosts to go berserk and turned wickedly insane, making a huge mess on Professor Egadd's science work.

Sonic : Good thing that he made it safely to the bunker, looks like Luigi's gonna have to save Mario instead of Death the Kid.

Espio (via communicator) : Don't worry about that guy, he has nothing to do with anything to do necessarily for his life, not even he can protect the legacy from his grandfather! Guess all people to be needed their lessons learned about monopolizing political power. It's not wonder that the school itself was not created to maintain the public order, just the monopolization of political refugees.

Vector (via communicator) : Now let's give that Ohkubo a piece of his own mind!

Charmy (via communicator) : That's what he get for bringing weridness into our world!

Sonic : Roger that, guys! I won't forget!

Nozomi : Hey, Sonic! Long time no see! Sorry about the delays back there! I heard that you were awesome of saving 2011 from the clutches of Dr. Eggman's wicked schemes back there! Your old friend has came back to see you again!

[Free by Crush 40 plays]

Sonic : Nozomi Kaminashi! (see Nozomi on the original Blue Star board) What's up, old friend? So how was the race of the New Ex World Grand Prix.

Nozomi : About the Ex World Grand Prix? I'm still living it to that dream on saving Keijo about 7 years ago when I first met you during my Age progression while being nine years old. So when I finally realized that I finally get to save Keijo, my friends won the Ex World Grand Prix to find all the prizes locked away and discovered that we found a race of aliens that has the power of colors.

Sonic : race of aliens thas the power of colors? (realizing) The Wisps! Nozomi, you're a genius! We can use the wisp and take down the super baddie once and for all! Think we can handle this, partner?

Nozomi : You betcha!

Sonic : Let's speed things up a notch!

Nozomi : Roger that!

*WHOOSH X2*

"Meanwhile..."

[Navigation - Fumie Kumatani]

Eve : Well, Seto. I was right, guess that Death the Kid fella was not only made by Shotaro the Dokeshi himself, but I know who helped him to create the Death the Kid, the second of the Kusakabe Family tree. Who else but his older brother, gues he's part of the tree as well.

Seto : Hello! Anybody here? I'm Seto the Deathless, the newly elected Shinigami, I came here to find who really modeled Death the Kid, the one who was modeled after his Grandfather. You see, he has been under the influence of his grandfather's legacy and the men of his influence had been hiding the truth.

Cruz/Yamada : I don't know guys. But, there's no one here but besides us.

Shotaro : You wanna know why you guys are here? Well, guess, you finally craked the case, newly elected Shinigami.

Kuchinashi : Hold on, you are...

Seto : Shotaro the Dokeshi, so this is Shinigami's real self. A human form of a yokai called a Kyokotsu?

Eve : Well, I'll be a son of a gun! You're just a kid that eats a lot of bones that are animal-related like drumsticks and of course Roast chicken and Fried turkeys for Thanksgiving! So this is what have you been hidden from the public so that you would be Shinigami!

Shotaro the Dokeshi : You knew that it was me all along! Of course I was the so-called God of Death. Yohei told me that so I would become part of the Shinigami Council. Easy enough for you to be fooled by one individual that is a kid. I'd still get all the glory and I even made fake-money from Shinra's son!

Eve : So you fooled Maka and everyone that easily because you wanted to become Shinigami so that you could get all the glory you wanted to become part of the Shinigami council. Guess what, Skull for brains? Botan, Ichigo, and Ryuk gave Seto this permission after Ichigo heard that Death was actually the man-made son of Shinra and realized that the school you created was about protecting humanity nor peace. It was created about bringing power and monopolization to all of humanity and bringing wars across the globe.

Shotaro the Dokeshi : So what? I said I was sorry! I didn't know that I was fooled by the likes of Shinra Kusakabe, his influence wanted to spread even further and then I got Ashley's people involved to thinking that they were the enemies that wrecked the earth clean with magic, and of course the heartless as well. Soon as I about to overthrow the Kasugatani Family tree and the heartless their selves, I will pay you all to the world!

[Team Chaotx by Gunnar Nelson]

Adam Blade : So, kid. We heard the whole thing. You were so lucky that you tricked a girl for being a stubborn loser. taht you are

Setsuna : You were behind all of this? Heh, what a scumbag you are.

Teruyama : We should've known a kid like you is doing something stupid like this!

Kuchinashi : We've been had it by one of your tricks!

Solva : You can't fool us anymore! It's payback time, motherf**ker!

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Hey, look! I can make this a big deal! We all wanted to open our eyes to the truth and seek for it! All of that was to over Shinra's legacy and not mine. (bumps into someone that is a little pink-haired ribbon, apparently, Mio) What do you want little girl? You got something for me or what? I got no milk, cookies, or have any candy for you.

Mio : I'm not here for the sweets, I'm here to teach you lesson for being so stubborn! So take this, you fake Shinigami! You're gonna be bad to the bones!

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Oh yeah, I am definitely boned.

(sounds of Shotaro get beaten by the Needless Cast while scene goes pitchblack)

Shotaro the Dokeshi : (screams in pain) WHY DID I DESERVE THIIIIIIIS!?!

"Nobody steals the title Shinigami from me, Seto the Deathless."

"A girl who works with a group of seinen superheroes called Needless is what we exist in Real World AU."

"This is a future that I have to protect."

"The Ohkuboverse is nothing compared to Real World AU itself!"

"That is the universe that we truly lived in!"

~ 110th Scene : The True Shinigami ~

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hannahsmusings · 3 months

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Renee

*I could hear Anthony calling after me but I couldn’t stop moving, needing to get to my car and get away from this situation, wanting to deal with my emotions in the safety of my own dorm room* *I hated being vulnerable with my emotions, Ant being the only person besides my parents that I felt comfortable being candid with, but this Anthony wasn’t the same boy who used to sit on my bed and share ice cream with me and make silly stupid jokes until I was finally laughing again, this Anthony was different, he didn’t even know me anymore, feeling nauseous as all the anger and resentment came back in a flash, all those feelings from being abandoned and ditched by him* *I gasp quietly as I feel his hand grabbing my wrist and making me stop, keeping my back to him so he couldn’t see all the emotion that was written all over my face, never being good at hiding them even though I refused to talk about them* *when he says he can ‘try’ to help just sends me over the edge, letting out a dry laugh and shaking my head as I whip around to face him* You can try to help? But we’re best friends, right? We go way back, so shouldn’t you know how to help? Shouldn’t you know exactly what is wrong? *I yank my arm away from him, staring up at him, my voice full of emotion and obvious anger, bitterness washing over me and making me see red* Why would you tell those guys that I’m your best friend? That was a lifetime ago, Anthony. You don’t even know me. Best friends keep in communication, best friends don’t just… ditch their friends for cooler ones. *I hated that I sounded so pathetic right now, being upset over something that happened so long ago that clearly didn’t affect him the same way, or else he wouldn’t of been acting so nonchalant and carefree about seeing me again, our separation didn’t hurt him the way it hurt me because I didn’t matter as much to him as he did to me* Please, just let me leave, Anthony. *I turn again, starting to make my way back to my car, just desperate for him to leave me be*

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*I was so confused, waiting for you to say something and make this clearer for me, your words full of anger that was directed at me but I had no idea what I’d done wrong* *lets your arm go as you pull it back, looking down at you and my heart aching to see so much pain on your face, your words finally sinking in and I realise what was happening, why you’d been so off with me recently, cursing myself for being so fucking stupid* Oh god. *curses under my breath, looking away and shaking my head in shame, realising all thaat time ago when we’d drifted apart, part of me wondered whether I was holding you back as you were so smart and destined for greatness I’d just let us drift into different groups, having missed you like crazy but I thought it had been for the best* Fuck. Renee. I’m an idiot, please. *doesn’t even know where to begin but panics as you ask to leave and turn back to your car, quickly stepping in front of you to block your access to the door* Please, just wait. *I looked so broken, realising I’d hurt you, my best friend, the one person in the world that knew me, I’d let this happen to us* I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t know. I-I..*panics, tugging my hand through my hair and feeling that familiar feeling of nausea in my chest when made a mistake or disappointed someone, that nasty voice in my head making a quick appearance* Let me fix this? Y-You can go but I want to sort this out. *heart was pounding, this feeling life or death, knowing I couldn’t let you walk away without making this right*

#renee plot

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