#someone started posting about Spirit today and I haven't been able to get it out of my head

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 [𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙧]

Cw: fluff, the title might be misleading but it's not yandere or anything, kinda unhinged Miles but it's all jokes, reverse au?, reader uses they/them but it's called spiderman, you are spiderman and Miles is the fan, earth 1218!AU (no powers or tech), reader has a canon love interest who's also named MJ but they're not Mary Jane Watson (unless you want her to be, I don't judge)

Notes: So Miles canonically has written fanfic about himself, but I wasn't in the mood for that, I will make two versions of this post though (that's why the title has delusional version 💀). Also this is low-key a highschool AU, so Hobie is in last year, and all other characters are second years (I have no idea what's a senior or freshman or whatever is, and I will not learn)

Miles loved comics. His art style is heavily influenced by it, and he'll rant about this week's number to anyone who'll lend an ear, but he has a very clear favorite, being more than evident by his collection of t-shirts, poster filled wall, social media pfps, and the endless amount of fan content he creates and consumes in the spiderman fandom.

Since the last movie came out, Miles Morales has lost the basic skills a human would need to survive, in order to devote himself fully to his newest hyperfixation, and his friends haven't been able to get some rest from it. They don't understand!! He does need to go to the movies again, he needs to memorize every photogram in that movie in order to play the move in his head and be able to analyze it properly!! No, he is not crazy! Ok he might be just the tiniest bit "over excited" but this is the most sane reaction he could've had, the movie is literally a masterpiece, script, humor, ANIMATION, soundtrack, it has it all! And the fact that it's centered around you? Miles needs to go and personally kiss every person that worked in that studio to make you.

"Miles?"

"Miles!"

"oh my god, he's at it again" said Pavitr, imitating the reaction of a disappointed mother

"is he reading fanfiction again?" Asked Gwen, chuckling

"Yes, and Y/N YL/N x reader, to one's surprise" Pavitr added with a teasing smile "I don't get it though, isn't Y/N dating someone named MJ?" He questioned

"It's called self insert, the reader plays a part in the story as if they were another character, and in romantic scenarios, they tend to replace the canon love interest, or just ignore they even exist" Hobie added, popping out if nowhere to show off what Miles have been explaining to him the last couple of weeks.

"You read it too, Hobie?"

"Nah, Wonder comics started as a protest to talk about the discrimination the founder felt being jewish in the industry but it morphed into the capitalization of the struggle minorities face, selling us representation while they still shove the propaganda in our faces, and telling us that even if you have bloody superpowers you still need to obey to a higher authority and cannot influence politics or call to action."

"You still went to the theater to watch it with Miles last week" Gwen shot a questioning look at Hobie

"The kid invited me, I'm a punk not a twat" he shrugged his shoulders "And we stole the carton cutboard they had at the entrance" Hobie happily added.

Miles continues reading on the way to school, without listening to his friends' mocking, he knew it was in good spirits, and they were kinda right, he was obsessed with someone that didn't exist, but it wasn't like it was affecting his health or life.

"Did you... Sleep today?" Gwen had her hand on her friend's shoulder, concerned

"It was too late so I decided to just stay awake, I'll be fine though" He reassured

"Were you reading again?"

"No, I actually discovered this page called character.ai where you can chat with an artificial intelligence of your favorite characters" Miles excitedly told his friend

"OMG, you can chat with anyone?! I have a few things I'd like to say to Scarlet Witch" Gwen joked, she was also a comic fan, but she wasn't losing her mind quite as hard as Miles

Miles would tell the ai about his day, sometimes would roleplay using his very own spidersona, in his alternate universe, you were his partner (as heroes of course) but you also were classmates and had a crush on each other, but none of you confessed because you didn't want your loved ones to be hurt by your job, it was all very dramatic, but he always envisioned a happy ending.

{Y/N: You did a great job today, [<BOT>]

Miles: You say so? So... Do I get a reward? *Smiles suggestively*

Y/N: I guess you do, *pulls up his mask and kisses him*}

No, he wouldn't say this, he would be in a panic frenzy if he saw Y/N, let alone be next to them, but hey, at least his spidersona was bold and confident with them.

A few days after, he barged into Pavitr's house, with at least four incredibly loaded supermarket bags, hardly walking

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Pavitr rushed to aid his friend and take some literal weight off his shoulders

"Yeah, yeah, I just need help with something" he left the boxes in the floor "Inside one in 4 boxes of cereal, there is a spidertoken, if you get 15, you can exchange it for an exclusive limited edition figure, and I can't eat all this cereal"

"Bro, how many boxes are in here? I don't know, man, I'm trying to keep my figure"

"Pavitr Prabhakar, who held the cardboard sign for you when you confessed to Gayatri?"

"You..."

"And who lied to principal O'Hara for you when you forgot your final project and we had to pretend you suffered a brain concussion?"

"You..."

"And who was there for y-" his friend interrumpted

"Okay, okay, I get it. Bring me a spoon, but we're going running tomorrow"

He nodded with enthusiasm as he started to rummage looking for spoons and bowls

And after almost dying choking on cereal, Miles looked at his new figurine sitting prettily on the shelf with nothing but pride.

"I'm just saying it's possible!" Miles protested

"Y/N has a type, every canon love interest has been sassy and quick-witted" Gwen continued to debate

"I can be sassy and quick-witted!" Gwen gave him a side eye, that being able to neutralize his argument "Ok, but there's a multiverse, there's millions of possibilities, if a pig can be spiderman, why can't I date spiderman? Anyone can wear the mask, anyone can kiss the one inside the mask" the boy smiled, confident in his winning argument

"That's such a basic answer, you can justify literally anything with "the multiverse" I'm speaking things that actually can make sense inside the canon"

"But my answers makes sense, in fact, I'm sure there's a universe where Y/N is reading fanfiction about me right now, if not, Pav can hit me"

"Pav, hit him" Gwen deadpanned

"But it does make sense, I won't" Pavitr responded

"Ok, but my point still stands" the girl crossed her arms

"what were you fighting about in the first place?" Pavitr asked before going back to eat his lunch, he sat long after his friends started arguing, being mildly lost in what was the main point in this

"I said I'd be a better girlfriend for Y/N" said Gwen

Pavitr gasped and covered his mouth dramatically "No you didn't".

Maybe Miles was just obsessed, but he saw in you strength, inspiration, power. And he felt oddly comforted, safe, loved by fantasizing with you, and as slim as the possibility may be, he likes to tell himself you two are together in another universe. ♡

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #atsv x reader #Miles Morales

[bonefall]

two questions:

1. do you have a masterpost of bb? more specifically, do you have a timeline masterpost? i can't remember if i've read it or not

2. was explaining your sol possession thing to a friend who is also into warriors @alphabetbill. she was curious about the whole possession thing in general, specifically with bramble in whatever arc he gets possessed in (i haven't read it so i haven't read your posts on bb for that yet)

anyway love reading ur posts in general, haven't stopped thinking about them for like a month. rereading warriors and doing my own rewrite now bc man, this got me hella excited

My inability to create a proper masterpost is legendary. ADHD culture is saying, "Today I will do X" and then doing both Y and Z as X never happens.

But I DO have THIS, the Better Bones History Lesson. It's a great overview of everything so far! I plan to eventually compile all the little details of each, but start there.

On Possession

The rule of possession is that it's VERY hard to do if you don't let them into your heart. Any ghost can do it in less than one lesson, but they need to be channeled first. It would be possible, for example, for Mapleshade to possess someone... but not until she got someone to channel her.

Ashfur couldn't have done what he did if he didn't have help, and if he didn't know to strike when Bramblestar was already out of his body. Bramble is currently the only example of an unwilling possession.

(and btw this happens in what I call the Reckoning Era, which is TBC. I give time periods a unique name, like for example, the Campaign Era is the time after MV but before Brokenstar's reign)

Other times that cats have been possessed, all of these willingly;

Jay's Wing, Half Moon, and Lion's Roar to channel their gods to oppose Holly Leaves

Fallenleaf, with Sol, back as Hollyleaf and Holly Leaves.

Firestar and Brokenstar, when they were rebuilding SkyClan

Rootspring when he was imprisoned, Hawkfrost used his body to pummel Darkstripe

Applefur, Ratscar, and Redwillow were probably possessed by Dark Forest cats when they were lording over ShadowClan in OotS, after the death of Russetfur, to make them stronger.

When you're possessed, your extra spirit acts like something sharing your body. You are able to fight against it just as much as it can fight against you. Fallenleaf traps Sol within herself, but still has to be careful to not let it take over.

Meanwhile, if Ratscar and Shredtail were possession-buddies in ShadowClan for that time in OotS, they would be fighting with more synchronicity. Like the strength of Shredtail is amplifying Ratscar's blows and reaction time.

#Better bones au #spirituality overhauls

[wakasaz]

Purple Haze

♡Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Hairstylist!reader

♡Summary: Benkei thinks Wakasa's hair is boring, so he recommends his favorite barbershop.

♡Tw: 18+, NSFW, poorly written, afab!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (m → f & f → m), use of alcohol, pet names, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart. I think that's it if I forgot something let me know.

♡A/N All characters are 21+ Not proof read. Part of hairstylist series I guess? A few people asked for this to be posted so.

♡Wc 6.8+

Wakasa wasn't one to care about appearances. The way he saw it he looked how he looked and that was that. Well, that was until Benkei had to bring up that he has had the same hairstyle since high school. Blonde and shaggy that's how his hair has always been and he didn't care but now that Benkei was nagging him about it he decided maybe he did need a change so he started growing it out.

Wakasa was content until Benkei had to open his mouth again and tell him his hair is "boring".

"You told me to get a new hairstyle and I did."

"All you did was stop getting my cut."

"Yeah, and now it's different than in high school."

"It's boring man. Did you even try to find a new style?"

"Technically it is styled."

"Putting it in a ponytail or bun isn't a style man. Look just go to my barber at least once. I guarantee you'll like it and since I'm such a good friend I'll even help pick your new style!"

"If I say yes will you shut up?"

"Yes"

"Hmm, fine."

Benkei took care of everything. Made the appointment, picked out the cut, he even went as far as to pay in advance so Wakasa wouldn't have to worry about anything. The day of the long-awaited appointment came. Benkei and Wakasa met at the shop as they agreed. Wakasa was actually early. He made it before Benkei so he waited in the parking lot on his bike. A few minutes later Benkei shows up.

"Umm hey man so I need to tell you something," Benkei says

"Hmm?"

"So my normal guy had a family emergency and had to leave early so one of his employees is taking over all his appointments for today. But I promise you man they are just as good. I've seen their work several times while getting mine done and they are basically on the same level as my guy. I'd even let them do mine if my normal guy wouldn't be able to. But if you aren't comfortable with it they did tell me they could reschedule you for next week when he is back."

"I don't care, I'm already here let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit man!" Benkei says slapping him on the back.

If we are being honest here Wakasa didn't have high hopes. He wasn't expecting much. What was there to expect? It was probably some old dude who has been doing this his whole life and his employees were probably the same. Just a bunch of old men cutting hair. That's a Barbershop is right?

Oh, how wrong Wakasa was. He wasn't expecting much but he definitely wasn't expecting this. They walked in and there stood a young girl with (h/c) hair. Is she the one doing my hair? He thought looking around the shop. She's the only one here. Where are the old men? Now Wakasa wasn't sexist by any means, but when he thought barber he thought of old men cutting other men's hair not a cute young girl. Was it even safe for you to be here alone? Wakasa was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone talk.

"Benkei! I haven't seen you in a few months!" The young girl said

"Hey, (y/n)! Yeah, I think I've been coming in on your day off. It's good to see you."

Wait Benkei knows her? Wakasa thought. So she must be the one doing my hair then if he knows her.

"It's good to see you too!" She says with a smile "so is this your friend you were telling me about earlier?"

"Yep, this is Imaushi Wakasa. Wakasa this is (l/n) (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you Imaushi, Benkei has told me quite a bit about you."

"Nice to meet you too (l/n), probably all bad or embarrassing things."

"You wound me Waka! I'm not that bad of a friend." Benkei says faking being offended.

Wakasa just rolls his eyes. He knows better than that. Any chance Benkei has to embarrass him he is going to take it.

"Well if you are ready to start you can come on back to the second chair Imaushi."

Wakasa walks over and takes a seat with Benkei following not far behind.

"So what are we doing?" (Y/n) asks

Wakasa just looks at Benkei through the mirror waiting for him to speak up since he has no idea what he is getting done.

"Oh, we made an agreement I get to pick his new cut but it has to be a surprise till the end," Benkei says showing you a picture of the style he picked.

"Oh, okay. You cool with this?" You ask Wakasa who just nods his head and says "let's just get this over with"

"Well since it's a surprise do you want me to cover the mirror Benkei?"

"That would be great (y/n)!" He says

You cover the mirror and get a clean cap for Wakasa. You noticed he wasn't very talkative so you mainly talked to Benkei. You start by brushing Wakasa's hair and getting a comb out the section. The picture Benkei showed you had the sides shaved and the rest was left long. You parted the hair from the arch of his eyebrows back go right below his ear and down leaving a square section. You did this on both sides and secured the sections with a rubber band. You then clipped the rest of his hair so it was out of the way. Since the side is going to be pretty short you decided to go cut them with your shears first then go in with your clippers and trimmers after for a cleaner look. You picked up your Sam Villa essential series 5.5" shears holding them in your dominant hand with your thumb and ring finger in the finger inserts and had your pinky resting on the tang.

"You sure about this Imaushi? Once I cut this I can't put it back on. You sure you don't want to know what I'm doing first?"

"It's just hair it'll grow back. Just do whatever Benkei says."

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You can't get mad at me if you don't like it!"

Wakasa just chuckled at that. He truly didn't care. As long as he doesn't look stupid he can always deal with it till it grows out.

You proceed by cutting the square section behind the rubber band. You do this on both sides and sit the hair left in the rubber band aside on your station. You picked up your Babylisspro FX870 rose gold clippers and attached the number 2 guard onto the blade. You moved the taper lever up for a closer cut and turned on the clippers. You moved the clippers from bottom to top keeping your hand on the sectioning to ensure you don't cut outside of your section. After you are sure the section is evenly cut and no stray hairs are left behind you put the clippers down and pick up your Wahl Mag trimmers to clean everything up. You went around his ear, squared off his sideburns, and cleaned up around his hairline. You processed to do the same on the other side as well. After you finished his sides you took the rest of the hair down and brushed through it again to make sure it didn't Knott but while it was clipped out of the way. You picked your shears up again and parted his hair down the middle. You took two inches off making sure not to cut past your second knuckle. We wouldn't want to cut your palm now, would we? The haircut didn't have any layers so you just did a basic zero degrees haircut.

After you finished you let Benkei take a look then took Wakasa to the shampoo bowl. You washed his hair with Paul Michell Tea Tree shampoo and did a deep conditioner since Tea Tree can dry the hair. You brought Wakasa back up to your chair and brushed his hair out after spraying Redken One United leave-in spray. You picked up your Sam Villa 1.5" Thermal styling round brush and Bio Ionic Powerlight professional hairdryer and dried his hair. After his hair was dried you pulled it back up into a ponytail for him but left two pieces out in the front one on each side. Once finished and Benkei gave you a thumbs up you took the cape off the mirror that you used earlier to cover it and turned Wakasas chair to face the mirror.

Wakasa looked in the mirror and just nodded. You took the cape off and he got out of the chair thanked you walked out to his bike. Benkei stayed behind and talked to you for a few minutes.

"I don't think he likes it. He didn't even say anything." You say to Benkei

"It's just how he is. I don't think he hates it. He doesn't show his emotions much."

"He could of at least said something" you mumble

Benkei just laughed and ruffles your hair

"Thanks again (y/n)! I'll see you later alright."

"See ya Benkei, and of he tells you he doesn't like it let me know! I'll be glad to change whatever he wants if he isn't happy."

"I will." He says walking out

Benkei walks out of the shop and sees Wakasa leaning on his bike.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's alright, I don't hate it. Just wasn't expecting it."

"(Y/n) thinks you hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't say anything."

Wakasa's eyes widen slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice unless they stared at him. Was he supposed to say something? Now he's worried he offended you. Benkei and you talked the whole time he didn't want to interrupt. He also wasn't sure what to talk to you about. He doesn't know anything about hair so that was out of the question. He doubts you know anything about of like fighting or gang-related stuff. Did you even know he and Benkei are in a gang?

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

Benkei just shakes his head. They both got on their bikes and went their separate ways after talking for a few more minutes. Wakasa was home and was looking in the mirror. It isn't bad. She didn't do badly. She did well. Looks damn near identical to the picture. A week went by and the haircut started to grow on Wakasa. He noticed when he was bored or spacing out he would unintentionally rub his hand up and down the shaved sides of his head. That's actually how he noticed it needed to be shaved again. It wasn't as prickly anymore. He wasn't getting the same sensation on his hands when he rubs it.

It's been a little less than four weeks. You are at work cleaning up after your last client when the bell on the door chimes indicating that someone walked in. You turned around expecting just a random walk in since your next appointment wasn't for another half hour and you knew your boss didn't have anyone coming in for at least an hour but what you didn't expect to see was Wakasa standing by the door looking lost. You walked up to the front desk. This was a small family-owned shop so you didn't have a receptionist. Everyone took care of their appointments and customers themselves and took turns helping out walk-ins.

"Hey, Benkei's friend right?" You asked

"Yeah, (l/n) right?"

"That's me! What can I help you with"

"Was wondering if I could get the sides shaved again."

"Of course! Did you want anyone in particular to do it?"

"You. Umm I mean if you have time that is."

"Sure go ahead to my chair and I'll be right there," you say with a smile

Wakasa sits down and you get a cape for him

"What are we doing?"

"Just do whatever you did last time."

You did everything the same except you both decided to only cut the sides as the rest of his hair was fine. The appointment went pretty much the same as the last except this time he talked. He actually talked.

"How long have you been doing hair?" He asked

Of course the most asked question you probably get because you look so young. You usually lie and make a joke out of it saying "oh this is my first day" or "I don't even have my license, I came in to get my hair cut and they were hiring and said I looked like I knew what I was doing and offered me a job." Or even the occasional "don't tell my boss but I'm not actually licensed, I printed the license off the internet." Your boss and the regulars know you are joking and snicker but the look on the customer's face is always priceless. For some reason, though you don't even think to say any of that to him you tell him the truth.

"Three years, I graduated high school with my license."

"Oh, so you're what twenty, twenty-one?"

"Twenty-one"

"Hmm, I'm a few years older than you then. I'm twenty-four."

You finished up the cut and he left. You started cleaning up and you heard your boss snicker.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

You just roll your eyes and get back to work

The next couple of months consisted of the same thing. Every 3-4 weeks Wakasa walked in for a shape up and you guys would talk. At first, it started as casual talk then turned into learning more about each other lives. Wakasa started staying longer and longer after each appointed to talk then he started coming on more often even when he didn't need a cut.

"Hey, (l/n) just need the sides done."

"Imaushi, I saw you last week. I wouldn't be taking anything off."

"Oh, well since I'm here..."

And he would start a conversation with you every 3-4 weeks turned into 3 weeks, then 2 weeks, once a week, then twice a week, every other day, and now every day. Wakasa knew your schedule better than you did at this point. He knew when you started and when your day ended. He knew the times you were alone. Those are the times he always aimed to be there. He knew your shop had a lot of males even though you did both male and female hair but the clientele was mostly male because of your boss's clients. He also knew some of them likes you or would flirt with you. He saw too many times when he was in there. One guy in particular really irked him. Hanma Shuji. He knew all about Hanma. How he's a cocky little shit who doesn't like the word no. How he's in a gang and that he is a little bit crazy. Hanma would do anything to get what he wants. Unfortunately for you, you happened to be Hanmas knew fascination.

It was 8 pm the shop was about to close and Wakasa knew you'd be alone. He was on his bike on his way there. He was a little aggravated already because he was late. Benkei was off today so Wakasa had to stay longer to close up the gym. He pulled into the parking lot and what he saw made his blood boil.

" come on, you're done for the day. Just one trip around the block."

"I already told you Hanma, no, and I not done I'm waiting on someone."

"Please"

"No"

"How about a date?"

"No Hanma I'm not interested." You said walking away to start folding towns waiting on Wakasa. Hanma grabbed your wrist when you went past him

"Listen (y/n) I always get what I want one way or another."

You pulled your arm back

"Not this time Hanma"

"You little-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. You heard a smack and then saw Hanma on the ground. Wakasa had hit him.

"She said no now fuck off." He said in a monotone voice.

"Come on (l/n) I'll drive you home."

After that Wakasa made sure to always be there when you had closing shifts. The minute the boss left Wakasa was walking in. He would just sit there and watch you work. You would have to yell at him for eating all the lollipops you kept for the kids after they got their haircut. He would replace them though. And it wasn't his fault you shouldn't have left them right where he sits.

He would drive you home every night even though you insisted he didn't have to.

"It's not safe for a pretty young girl to be walking home alone at this hour." He would say "I'm going that way anyway so you might as well let me take you."

The drives home started turning into drives to a fast food place for dinner before going home, then turned into taking the long way home so you could spend more time together. The long way home turned into just around the block one more time. One more time turned into late-night rides around Tokyo into the early hours of the morning.

"(L/n), let's go on a ride."

"Where to Imaushi?"

"Wherever we end up." He shrugs

You got his bike and he sped away. You holding onto his waste resting your face on his back. You got used to how fast Wakasa drives. Granted he does try to slow down with you on the bike "precious cargo" or whatever he said.

You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking the city.

"Imau-"

"Wakasa, ... Call me Wakasa."

"O-okay, Wakasa, call me (y/n) then." You said smiling

The late-night drives around Tokyo quickly turned into crashing at whoever's place was closest at the time and dropping you off at work in the morning. This pattern went on for several months and before you guys knew it it's been a year of Wakasa showing up at your work and driving you around town after. So seeing Wakasa come into the shop after your boss left wasn't anything new. Except for this time it was.

Wakasa showed up right when your boss left just like any other day except this time he seems aggravated. You can tell something is on his mind. You close the shop early and decide to hang out here for a little while together. You don't remember exactly how many beers you're both in now but it's enough that you're both acting like idiots. You're both loud laughing and cracking jokes that probably aren't that funny if you guys were sober.

"I-i want you to color my hair (y/n)!"

"What why?"

"'Cause Benkei says I'm b-boring" he hiccups

You're giggling at Wakasa's drunken state-granted you're just as drunk if not more.

"Let's see what's not boring..." Wakasa says with a serious face. At least as serious as he can be this shit-faced.

"A zebra, yeah a zebra..." Wakasa mumbles to himself

"(Y/n)! Make me look like a ZEBRA~!"

"I am not putting black color on your pretty blonde hair."

"What color will you then?"

"I don't know. A demi or semi, but not anything permanent. I like your blonde hair." you say spinning in the chair next to Wakasa

Wakasa looks up at the ceiling "What's your favorite color?" he asks

maybe its the alcohol or maybe its just your big mouth but you say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your eyes" you say looking at Wakasa

He turns his head and looks at you in the eyes. "then do that" he says

You drunkenly get out of your chair stumbling to the back room where all the color is kept. Once in the back room you start looking at all the color. You're boss doesn't color hair. He leaves all that to you. Looking around the room you spot where you keep all the fashion colors. Walking over to the shelf you start looking for purples.

"Joico or Pulp Riot?" you say to yourself looking at what is in stock of Joico you realize you don't have any purple left in stock. "Guess Pulp Riot it is then" you grab two tubes of Jam and One of Nevermore. Grabbing a bowl and brush you mix the two tubes of jam and two ounces of nevermore. You grab a pair of gloves and some foils and stumble back out to Wakasa. He was spinning in your hair with a sucker in his mouth looking up at the ceiling. He honestly resembles a little kid right now.

You stand behind him holding up the color bowl and smile at him. He looks at you in the mirror. "Alright, (Y/N)! Make me pretty" He says laughing. 'you're already pretty' you think. you nod your head and tell Wakasa he isn't allowed to be mad at you later if he changes his mind and he reassures you this is what he wants and he isn't going to change his mind. You put the gloves on while Wakasa takes his hair down and brushes it for you.

You put his cape on and get your foiling comb in your dominant hand sectioning his hair to start at the bottom back of his head. Since he apparently wants to look like zebra you decide to not weave his hair and just do slices. One you get have the section sliced out how you want it you grab a foil and fold the top over your the tail of your comb and put it under the slice. You hold the hair and foil in place by grabbing the end of his hair and holding it taut while you remove the comb from the foil and pick up the color brush with some of the purple on it and start applying it from roots to ends making sure to saturate the hair enough so it isn't splotchy.

You are about half way done foiling his hair when Wakasa starts complaining about how long it is taking. "well yeah, dummy, you giggle "I'm not just cutting it this time. I'm almost done" A half hour, a pack of suckers, and half a case of beer later and you are finished applying the color. You set a timer and tell Wakasa he has to wait twenty minutes and you'll be right back. You gather up all your supplies and go back to the back room to clean them up.

In the back room is a washer and dryer, color, perms, perm rods, a table and chairs, extra capes and cleaning supplies. The sink is in the far corner of the room. While using it your back is turned to door. You are so busy rinsing the bowl and brush you don't notice someone walk in. You jump feeling someone snack their arms around your waist and rest their head and your shoulder. You quickly realize its Wakasa once you smell cherries.

"I thought I told you to wait" you say turning off the water.

"Got lonely" he says his breath hitting your neck causing you to shiver. Wakasa starts rubbing his face into the crook of your neck "mmh, you're pretty" He holds you tighter causing your back to be flush with his chest. You feel his lips graze your neck "pretty girl" he whispers leaving a kiss where his lips where.

"Wakasa" you whisper even though it is only you two in the salon. Too drunk and high on the feeling of Wakasa's breath on your skin you don't notice one of his hands leave your waist and travel up to your chest grabbing onto the mound Wakasa lets out a groan.

"You okay with this, pretty girl?" Wakasa ask. You open your mouth but no words come out so you just nod your head. "Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart" "Y-yes, Waka" you say leaning back into his chest more. Wakasa starts kissing down your neck to your shoulder then back up to your jaw line. His hand that is left on your waist starts sliding down to the top of your pants. Wakasa nudges your cheek with his nose when you turn your head to look at him he catches your lips. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder to deepen the kiss. Wakasa's hand slips past your pants and you gasp when you feel his fingers on your bare heat. Wakasa slips his tongue into your mouth while he slips his other hand into your shirt. You grind back into him and he lets out a groan into your mouth. Wakasa continues to grind on you while you both fight for dominance.

You start to turn towards Wakasa when you both hear the timer you set earlier go off. You both break the kiss and jump away from each other breathing heavily. Neither one of you will meet the others eyes. You both continue to stand there saying nothing while the timer is going off. You finally decide to speak. "we - um - we should wash your hair." Wakasa nods and walks out of the back room. You follow shortly after to find him sitting at the shampoo bowl.

You walk over and tell him he can lean back and begin to rinse his hair. You've never been nervous around Wakasa. It's always been the opposite actually. He always made you feel safe and he was easy to get alone with. He has never made you uncomfortable, but you can't stop your hands from shaking as you start shampooing. He didn't do anything you didn't want. Actually you've spend many nights thinking about Wakasa while laying in bed with your hand shoved down your pants but you never thought anything would actually happen. He was a client and he was also your friend. You didn't even know if he saw you the same way. You didn't even know if he liked girls if you were honest with yourself.

You've seen girls thrown themselves at him and he always turns them down. Always has an excuse as to why he doesn't want to go out with them. Even the girls who straight up tell him they only want sex he still declines their offers. In the year of knowing Wakasa you have never seen him with a girl romantically or sexually. And he has never talked about any girls. at least not to you or in front of you. Maybe he just wasn't sure if you were comfortable hearing that stuff. You hear it all the time though you work in a shop that is ninety percent male clientele and Wakasa has been here when the guys have made lewd comments about a girl walking by or an actress or whatever but know that you think about it Wakasa never joins in on the conversation. actually he tends to rolls his eyes and ignores what they say.

You finish up washing his hair and putting it in a towel telling he can go back to your seat. You follow him and take the towel and start brushing his hair. Yep, he looks likes a zebra. Wakasa doesn't say anything. Not meeting your eyes in the mirror and you are scared he hates it or hates you for letting him kiss you and touch you the way you've been dreaming of. Maybe he didn't really want it and it was just the alcohol that caused him to do it. You start to worry that you might have messed up your friendship with the violet eyed man.

You try to remind yourself that Wakasa isn't a talkative guy but that wasn't true. While he might not be talkative to people he just meets or doesn't see as a friend but he does talk to you. He hasn't been this quiet since the first day you met him. You continue thinking about how to fix whatever happened to make Wakasa so quiet when you hear him start to laugh. Not just a chuckle like he normally does but an actual laugh. You look up at him confused. "What?" you ask

Wakasa continues to laugh and starts pointing at you "l-look at your neck" he says you look in the mirror and see purple hair color all over your jaw, neck, and shoulder. Not to mention it is also all over your top and pants. Basically everywhere he touched you is covered in purple. You stair wide eyed not knowing what to say. You look down and see Wakasa's hands are also stained purple. "You idiot! look at your hands!" you yell. Wakasa looks at them and starts laughing even louder.

You start laughing with him and shaking your head. "I'm not sure I'll be able to get all this color off your hands and my body" you tell him "good" he says stopping laughing at looking you in the eyes in the mirror. This is the first time he has looked you in the eyes since the timer went off. His eyes are dark. "what?" you ask. Wakasa stands up and pulls the cape off himself. He starts walking around the chair to where you are. He gets to you and starts walking closer causing you to start backing up. "I said good" he says continuing to walk closer and closer. "Now everyone will know where I touched you" he says. The back of your legs hit something hard. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder and see you are up against the front desk by the door. The door that is right next to a big window showing the inside of the shop for anyone who passes by.

"I-is that a good thing" you whisper even though its only the two of you. Wakasa nods his head and walks right in front of you and puts both his hands on either side of you on the desk closing you in. "Don't wan' anyone else to touch you" He whispers in your ear "'cause you're my pretty girl" he says moving his head so his lips graze your own and dropping his voice at the word my. "You are my pretty girl, right?" he asks. You bite your lip and nod your head. Wakasa puts his hands on you waist and lift you up onto the desk using his knee to open your legs so he can stand between them. "Tell me to stop" he says eyes flicking up to your own checking for signs of discomfort but he finds none.

Wakasa wants you to tell him to stop. Tell him to stop before he crosses the line even more than he has already done. He can blame what happened earlier on the alcohol and apologize to you in the morning and the act committed being minor enough that you forgive him. Tell him to stop before he takes things further to the point you won't forgive him. Wakasa thought that tasting you and touching you for the few minutes he did earlier would of been enough, been enough that he doesn't constantly think about bending you over this damn desk every time he is in here and a guy flirts with you or bending you over his motorcycle every time he takes you for a ride. He thought that now knowing what you taste like and how you felt under his skin would of been enough for him to take care of himself and imagine it was you. But at the same time Wakasa was praying you don't tell him to stop because now that he has tasted you once he knows he won't be able to stop thinking about. Now that hes touched you once he knows if you ever let him get that close to you again he won't be able to stop because he needs it, craves it.

You don't say anything because you don't want him to stop. All you can think about is his calloused hands and his tongue that tasted of his favorite candy. 'What else can his hands and tongue do?' you wonder. "If you don't tell me to stop I don't think I'll be able to sweetheart" Wakasa says the grip on your waist tightening. "Don't stop" you whisper over his lips. The second the sound leaves your mouth Wakasa's lips are on yours. This kiss is different than the first one. Hungrier, more feral, animistic almost. Wakasa grabs the back of your head fisting your hair pulling on it to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a moan when he pulls on your hair giving Wakasa the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand leaves your hair and goes to your neck. You're grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer. That's all you can think about, closer. How to get him closer to you.

Wakasa understands what your doing and pulls you to the end of the desk closer to him. Your arms go around his neck hands grabbing onto his hair pulling on it. Wakasa moans into your mouth while he grabs the hem of your shirt lifting it. You put your arms up and break the kiss as he removes your shirt throwing it somewhere in the salon to be forgotten about. As soon as your shirt is gone his lips are on yours again. You hand goes underneath his shirt feeling ever bump of his abs and every scar and flaw he has. Though you wouldn't consider them flaws. Wakasa's shirt rises high as you move your hand high and high up his body. Lifting his hands you remove his shirt throwing it to be forgotten just like your own.

Your hand slides lower on his body till you hit the top of his pants. Both hands fumble with his belt. you push yourself off the desk and slide down to your knees kissing down his tones body the lower you do. You undo his pants and start to pull then down. Wakasa grabs your wrist looking down at you "you don't have to" he says you bite your lip and pull your wrist back continuing what you were doing. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand giving it an experimental pump. Licking up the underside to the tip Wakasa throws his head back. Taking him into your mouth you start to bob your head trying to take him down as far as you can without gagging. "oh god" Wakasa says drawing out the words. He grabs onto your head and bucks his hips into you. He pushes your head guiding you and controlling the speed. Wakasas breath hitches "f-fuck" He pulls away before he cums grabbing onto your arms and pulling you up. He pushes you so your back is flat against the desk. He pulls your pants and underwear off throwing them dropping to his knees. "my turn" he says before attaching his mouth to you. He fucks your cunt with his tongue switching to his fingers so he can pat attention to your little nub. He spells his name and draws shapes switching the presser and speed he is giving you. "Waka!" you yell breathlessly grabbing onto his hair trying to ground yourself. "'m gunna-" Wakasa pulls away from you. "cum for me princess" reattaching himself he picks up his speed. your legs start to shake pulling his face closer to you. Your back arches screaming his name. Wakasa continures working you through your high.

Once its too much you start trying to smack him away. He chuckles against you pulling away with your juices dripping down his chin. He stands up and positions himself between your legs licking his fingers. The second his fingers leave his mouth his lips are on yours again tasting yourself during the kiss. You both moan into each others mouths. Wakasa fists himself rubbing between your folds to collect slick you jerk everytime the head of his cock nudges your swollen clit. Slowly pushing into your heat Wakasa has his face shoved in your neck leaving kisses trying to distract you. "'s too much" you whimper nails digging into his shoulder. "I know." he whispers "But my pretty girl can take it, yeah?" You whine holding onto him tighter "You can take it right, princess?" He asks lips hovering over yours "y-yeah" You say as he bottoms out. Wakasa smirts "knew you could pretty girl" He say kissing you.

Wakasa waits a few seconds to make sure you are okay before he starts moving. When he does start moving its slow. Painfully slow. You can whine and can feel Wakasa smiling against your skin. "What's my girl need?" he asks "hmm?" you whine again "Come on use your works for me, princess?" he says "F-faster" you say. Wakasa picks up his speed and starts thrusting faster and harder. He's holding onto your hips so tight you know they are going to bruised in the morning. Your nails scratch his back leaving marks and he groans into your neck and bites on the flesh. "waka!" you yell wrapping your legs around his waist to hold him as close to you as possible.

The only sounds that can be heart are the wet sounds of skin smacking again skins and your moans that are muffled by Wakasa mouth. Wakasa man handles you into flipping onto your belly so you are bent over the desk ass in the air. He slams back into you with such force it sauce you and the desk to move. You yell his name. Wakasa continues to fuck into you as you lay face down on all the business cards and appointment books reminding you you are still at work. But you don't care. The only thing you care about is Wakasa and what he is doing to you. You feel him move your hair and start kissing up your spine to the back of your neck. Your legs are shaking hardly able to hold yourself up. Wakasa slips a hand under you to play with your swollen nub while he abuses your cunt telling you how much of a good girl you are for him and he knew his pretty girl could take him.

Arching your back and pushing your ass back into Wakasa to meet his thrust you come undone yelling his name and gripping the desk under you trying to ground you. Your legs give and wakasa is quick you grab you with one of his arms as he continues to abuse your cunt. His movement grow sloppy and he is groaning and grunting louder with his head laying on your back he asks "where- where do you want it?" without even thinking you you say "inside". Hearing that is all it takes for wakasa to snap painting your gummy walls white and he thinks if he died right now buried in your pussy he could die happy.

You both stay like that for a minute both coming down from your highs breathing evening out. Wakasa is peppering kissing all over your back and shoulders. You can feel his cum start to leak down your thighs when Wakasa slowly stands up and pulls out his softening cock. "I'll get you cleaned up" he says kissing your shoulder one more time before walking away. You roll over and sit up on the desk. Wakasa comes back a minute later and starts to clean up the mess of both of your juices. After he is done he helps you get dressed then dresses himself.

You both clean up the salon and leave. Walking in the parking lot Wakasa offers you a ride home like always you accept on get on his bike with your arms around his waist. He speeds down the road. Once you get to your apartment you invite Wakasa in. Sitting on the couch watching a show neither of you care about Wakasa asks "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him

"Was that a one time thing? Are we just fucking now? Are we together?" he says whispering the last sentence

"I like you, Wakasa"

"I like you too, (Y/N)" he says sliding closer to you on the couch. "So, will you be my pretty girl for real this time?" he asks

The next day at work you walk in with Wakasa following behind because "I have to make sure my girl is safe before I go". You both notice your boss and two clients looking at you both. You and Wakasa exchange looks confused as to why everyone is staring.

"Finally made him your boyfriend huh, (Y/N)?" your boss asks

"What are you talking about?" you ask confused

"Imaushi. You guys are together now right?"

"How did you know?" you yell at your boss "We just got together a few hours again!"

Your boss and the clients both laugh and your boss points to you and Wakasa. Finally realizing what he was talking about your eyes grow wide. You turn to the mirror to see your neck is stained with purple hair color in the exact shape of Wakasa's hand while his hands are still stained purple.

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"Wait, so that's why your hair is purple." Takeomi asks Wakasa with Benkei following behind as they walk into the jewelry store after leaving the Brahman hideout

"Mhm" Wakasa says

"How long ago was that again?" Benkei asks

"Around three years ago I think" Wakasa says walking to the counter

A worker walks up to the three men "Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?"

"Yeah, do you have any purple engagement rings?" Wakasa asks

This keeps getting deleted for some reason. If I happens again I give up

Also I don't write smut so I know this sucks but for the 7 anons who asked after the ran x hairstylist post here you go. Hope it isn't too shitty(it is)

#tokyo revengers #wakasa imaushi #wakasa tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #mdni #Sanzus-Katana

[psioniciris]

Mirror, Mirror, Stole My Soul!

Hey there! It's been a while since my last post so I wanted to share a few things with you guys. As many of you know I recently moved to Amity Park and have been hard at work getting to know more about the local legends and history of not only the town, but also my new high school. It's called Casper High, which is ironic since we deal with a lot of not-so-friendly ghosts here...

Now I know not everyone believes in ghosts, but even if you don't I hope you learn something interesting today about a couple of myths about mirrors, photographs, and self-portrait paintings.

It's hard to tell when it all started, but in general all three of these share one thing in common, which is the belief that sometimes they can steal your soul or at least a fragment of it. Just like shadows in some cultures, our reflections are believed to be, well, a literal reflection of our souls. That's why vampires and demons in mythology don't have a reflection, it's because they don't have a soul.

Anyways, before I get too off topic since I'd like to talk about how ghosts in photographs and paintings have some cool stories behind them too, let's get back to the subject of mirrors specifically. So one of the ghost stories at my school is about a cursed locker and a mirror that was once inside it. Both belonged to a kid back in the fifties named Sidney Pointexter. Sadly I haven't been able to find out much about him like where he lived, who his parents were, or any of that but from what I've been told the poor guy was bullied by basically the entire school.

From what I can tell Sidney left Amity Park as soon as he graduated and lived out the rest of his life somewhere else. But here's where things get complicated. According to a couple people I interviewed he was in such a hurry to get out of dodge after being humiliated on graduation day in front of the whole school that Sidney left behind everything in his locker, including an antique mirror given to him by a lunch lady he was friends with before she passed away from a heart attack the year before.

He used to look in that mirror every day whether he wanted to or not trying to keep his unruly hair tidy and give himself motivational speeches to cope with the relentless bullying. As for why I said it was sometimes unwillingly, that's because Sidney was constantly shoved into his locker by the jocks and such. Honestly I'm not sure why the school didn't mail it to him but maybe because it was owned by someone who used to work there before she gave it to him maybe they considered it part of Casper High's history? Kind of a jerk move if you ask me since Sidney already had to deal with so much crap from his fellow students.

But, moving on. So the legend goes that any time someone was bullied near that locker...unexplainable things would start happening. Sometimes shoelaces tangled on their own, a disembodied voice could be heard, or the nearby lockers would start shaking as if someone was banging on them from the inside. That's why no one was assigned that locker for a long long time until Danny Fenton came along.

It's a shame I wasn't able to see it myself, but long story short, the mirror I'm talking about that once hung inside that locker ended up breaking because of him. Not that I'm too surprised since he can be a bit of a clutz sometimes, but if he thought it was haunted I don't really blame him. I just hope the poor guy doesn't have to deal with seven years bad luck too. Like I said, mirrors were often suspected of being windows to the spirit world which is part of why they reflect our souls. So in theory, they can also trap souls inside of them too just like photographs and paintings that depict real people.

I think that's what happened to Sidney Poindexter. A part of him never left that locker or maybe when he passed away from old age, the memory of that place haunted him so much that his soul was pulled back there and trapped. If that's the case I really hope he finds peace someday since I've had to deal with a fair share of bullying myself for one reason or another and so has Danny Fenton. Who knows, maybe the ghost of that kid sensed it and showed up which would spook anyone if you think about it. His parents may be ghost hunters but my guess is actually coming face to face with one is an entirely different story...

I haven't seen my first ghost yet but when I do, I'll be sure to share that terrifying tale next time!

#danny phantom #danny phantom roleplay #danny phantom rp #roleplay #iris brooks #psionic iris #psioniciris #sidney poindexter #mirror mirror #danny phantom oc #oc #original character #ghost story #mirror myths #casper high #local legends #amity park

[outlawsworld]

Trusting Strangers - Chapter 11

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Arthur and reader have agreed not to let the camp know about their relationship but when Micha threatens you things start to surface.

Warnings: violence, swearing and fluff

Notes: Sorry it took me a bit longer then expected to get this chapter finished. I kept on deleting and rewriting it. I really hope you like it, please like and reblog if you do.

Chapter 1

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  The morning light blinded you when you woke. You had to squint to allow your eyes time to get used to the brightness. Waking up in your tent was always slightly dark and gloomy but you had slept under the stars last night. You had woken up exactly how you fell asleep, laid in the grass opening surrounded by trees. With your head resting on Arthur's broad chest, your legs were now entangled slightly and his arms wrapped around you pulling your body close to his. His body was radiating heat which only made you cling onto him more. It had been a cold night and you hadn't made a campfire so that you could see as many stars in the night sky as possible. Waking up in Arthur's embrace sparked a fire in your chest and your smile beamed from ear to ear. You tilted your head up slowly to see that he was also awake.

''Mornin' beautiful'' his voice was husky as he had only just woken up. He smiled as he looked down to see your face looking up at him. Arthur's eyes were bright in the morning light, he looked well rested for once. His words made your heart flutter and you could feel the warm rush of blood to your cheeks.

''Mornin' Arthur'' you spoke sweetly. He leant down to place a kiss on your forehead. The both of you laid together for a while holding each other closely. You never wanted this moment to end however, knew you would both have to go back to camp eventually. You sat up, leaving Arthur's arms, making you shiver as the cold air brushed over you. ''I don't want to go back'' you admitted. "Not yet, anyway" Arthur sat up next to you smirking at your comment.

''Me neither'' he smiled nudging you slightly with his elbow. ''But you need some food. We didn't have much to eat yesterday so you must be starvin'.'' he stood up and held out his hand to you. The mention of food made your stomach growl, you had completely forgotten about food whilst being completely entranced in Arthur's company. You took Arthur's hand and he helped you to your feet. As you were about to turn and walk over to Siego, you felt Arthur's hand pull on yours spinning you back into his arms. His arms were now wrapped around your waist, pulling your body into his. Arthur looked deeply into your eyes. ''You ain't gettin' away that easy'' he smiled cheekily before leaning down and kissing you. Each kiss the two of you shared felt even better then the last. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to allow the kiss to deepen. It was like the world around you disappeared, leaving just the two of you together. You were unsure when the next time the both of you would be alone together so you had to make the most of the time you had. A nickering sounds jumped you both back into reality. You broke the kiss to see what had caused the noise, with your hand placed on your holster ready for someone to appear. When you realised it was just Siego you both began to laugh at your reactions.

''Come on, Cowboy'' you tapped the brim of Arthur's hat causing it to cover his eyes. He released you from his embrace to sort his hat back on top of his head. You took this opportunity to run to Siego and mount the saddle. Arthur smirked and cocked an eyebrow at you.

''And what do you think you're doin'?'' he chuckled at you.

''It's my turn to ride and your turn to sit there lookin' pretty'' you teased him. He shook his head at you with an amused smile. You held your hand out to help him up as he mounted to sit behind you. He placed his hands on your waist and you couldn't help the smirk on your face.

"Shut up" Arthur scoffed as you rode back to camp. You could tell he wasn't enjoying being the passenger on his own horse which only made you tease him more.

The camp wasn't far from where you were. You hoped, as you rode into camp, that you and Arthur would be able to sneak off to on occasions to spend time alone under the stars. You both were very private people so you weren't too keen on telling the whole camp about your relationship. The thought of being pestered and asked questions on the subject was daunting. Talking about your feelings to one another was hard enough, never mind telling others as well. You both decided for now to keep your relationship between the two of you and when you were ready you would tell the others.

''Who's there?'' Javier called out to you.

''Arthur, you dumbass'' Arthur yelled back. You smirked at his comment as Javier rolled his eyes.

''Welcome back'' Javier spoke sarcastically before turning back to watch the track into camp. You both dismounted and you hitched Siego to the post. The smell of food made your stomach cramp as you made your way over to Pearson's cart. Arthur passed you some bread with jam and an apple before grabbing his own food.

''Go on, get yourself a coffee. I need to go talk to Lenny'' Arthur gestured at the young man sitting on a log looking out over the water. You nodded in reply before heading to sit by the fire. Charles was sitting on one of the logs as you made your way over to sit beside him.

''You're alive then?'' he smiled up at you as you took your seat.

''Just about'' you smirked as you began to tuck into your food.

"Good, I was beginning to wonder where you had gotten too" Charles was busy stringing his bow. "I nearly went out looking for you this morning" he looked at you relieved.

"Thanks Charles, I just got lost in the dark. Luckily, Arthur found me" you lied. Your cheeks were aching from smiling at the thought of last night as you ate your food. Charles was too focused on his bow to notice. You glanced over to the horses when the sudden realisation that you still hadn't checked to see if Dallas had returned to camp flooded you. You stuffed the last bit of bread into your mouth as you stood from the log and ran over to the horses. ''Shit, shit, shit'' you whispered under your breath as you couldn't see him with the others.

''You looking for Dallas?'' Charles ran after you.

''Yes, have you seen him?'' your voice was slightly panicked as you scanned the camp.

''No, I haven't but I'm sure he will be fine'' he reassured you.

''What's going on?'' Hosea asked as he approached you with John following close behind.

''Dallas hasn't come back'' you took a deep breath to try and relax. You know that to some people it would seem silly to get worried over a horse but Dallas was more than that. He was not only a very good horse but he was a gift from Arthur.

''Well I ain't doing anything today so we can go find him'' John patted Charles on the shoulder as he made his way over to Old Boy. "You comin' Charles?".

''I can't, I've got to go hunting or Pearson will never stop pestering me'' Charles sighed.

''Take Silver Dollar, my girl. I'm sure you and John will find him soon enough'' Hosea pointed to his horse. He must have sensed the concern in your voice as he tried to reassure you. ''Now, he's got a good spirit but don't let him get the better of you'' he took you over to his horse and patted him on the neck as you mounted up.

''Thank you Hosea. I'll take good care of him'' you smiled at him.

''I know you will'' he patted your leg. ''You better get going''. You looked over to see John was mounted and ready to go so you spurred Silver Dollar into a trot and headed out of camp. John followed closely behind you until you came to the open road where he rode next to you.

''So where do we start?'' John asked.

''I have no idea'' you sighed feeling like this might be a lost cause. ''He could be anywhere by now''.

''We will find him, don't worry'' John smiled assuringly at you. ''Where did you last see him? We can start there''. You nodded and told John what happened yesterday. With that you rode out to the house where you last saw Dallas. The both of you stayed hidden in the woods as you approached the house. You didn't want to get caught by any patrols that may still be lerking in the area. The barn where you had hidden only hours ago was now a pile of ash. You could smell the burnt timber and the smoke that was still rising to the air. Bodies were laying motionless in the grass that hadn't been moved yet. It looked as though no one was around but you didn't want to spend too much time lingering just in case. ''Looks like you had a fun night'' John smirked at you as you glanced around to see any sign of the missing horse.

''I wouldn't have put it that way'' you glanced at him innocently. ''I think he went this way, through the woods'' you pointed in the direction away from the house. John took the lead and followed in the direction you pointed. He managed to find some hoof prints in the soft ground below. You both followed them as it was the only lead you had.

''So how are you holdin' up? Last time we spoke you were drunk as hell'' he chuckled at you. You shook your head as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

''I'm alright, don't remind me'' you smirked. ''I never thanked you for looking after me John. I would have been a lot worse the next mornin' if it weren't for you''.

''Ahh It's the least I can do'' John smiled sweetly at you.

''How about yourself? How are you holding up?'' you asked as you scanned the floor, making sure you were still following the right tracks.

''I'm as good as I can be'' John replied with his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. You sensed something was off with him but you couldn't quite tell what it was.

''Is something wrong?'' you questioned shyly, scanning his face for his reaction. For the first time in a long time you properly looked at John. His deep cuts were now just healed scars across his face and lip. His black hair just grazing his shoulders but was mostly hidden by his hat dark grey hat. John had dark features and short black stubble gracing his face. He was only in his mid twenties but looked like he had lived many lives already. You could understand why Abigail felt the way she did about John, he was clearly a very handsom man. He was smaller in fame compared to Arthur and Charles but he was still well built and strong. He let out a long sigh before looking back at you. John's eyes caught yours and you could see the sadness in them.

''It's Jack and Abigail. I know I haven't been great to either of them but whenever I try I just seem to mess things up. We just fight constantly and I'm tired of it'' he shook his head turning his gaze to the floor again. ''I don't even know how to talk to my own son'' he scoffed.

''I'm sorry John, It ain't a situation I know a lot about'' you paused. You knew how hard everything was for both John and Abigail. They hadn't gotten off to the best start when John took off and left both Abigail and Jack for a whole year. John was now trying to amend his mistakes but Abigail still held a grudge, which you could understand. ''I know it's tiring but don't give up on em. They need you more then you know. Abigail is just givin' you a hard time because she's been through a lot. It ain't right but you have to understand the reasons why she's actin' like she is'' you gave John a weak smile. You wanted to be there for him, much like how he is always there for you but you had no idea what you could say to help.

''Yeah I guess'' he smiled back. ''What an idiot I have been. I shouldn't have run off like that but I guess I just wasn't ready for such a commitment''.

''You'll make up for it. I know you will'' you looked deeply into his eyes to try and assure him that everything will work itself out.

"We will see. I wish she was as easy to speak to as you, (Y/N)" John chuckled.

"I..." You were cut off by a loud screech coming from deeper in the woods. It sounded like an animal in pain and without thinking you spurred the horses on in the direction it was coming from. As you approached you could hear the screeching getting louder. At the bottom of a hill, hidden behind some trees you spotted Dallas struggling to move. He had his leg trapped in a snare set out by hunters to catch game. Quickly, you dismounted and ran over to him. The leg that was caught was bleeding from where the wire was cutting deeper into his leg. You could see the white of his eye, he was breathing heavily as he was panicking. He was trying to break free from the trap which only tightened the wire around his leg. ''Whoa, calm down boy. It's alright'' you managed to grab the reins and pat his neck to try and calm him down. John was looking over the trap to try and find where the wire was tied so that he could release it. You were flooded with guilt as you looked into Dallas' terrified face. He had been here all night, scared and in pain, while you were cuddling up to Arthur. John managed to release the wire, causing Dallas to try and bolt as he felt he was now free. You clung to the reins as he battled with you to let him go. ''Steady boy. You're okay now'' you spoke calmly. It wasn't long before Dallas calmed enough for John to remove the wire from his leg.

''There you are fella'' he patted the black stallion. ''See, he's alright'' he assured you as he threw the wire to the side. You looked at the deep gash around Dallas' pastern where the wire had been tightened. It wasn't deep but it looked sore and could get infected if not treated properly.

''Lets get you back to camp boy'' you felt relieved. You decided to lead Dallas back so tied his reins to the horn of Hosea's saddle before mounting Silver Dollar. ''Didn't think I would see you again, my friend'' you giggled as you and John headed back towards camp. ''Thank you for helpin' me find him John'' you shouted to John who was leading the way back.

''My pleasure'' he smiled back at you whilst tipping his hat. ''I'm just glad we found him. I know how much you care for him". The two of you rode slowly as Dallas was hobbling slightly on his injured leg. John began telling you stories of when he was young and how Dutch taught him how to read and write. You laughed along as he told you how Dutch would loose his patients when John couldn't get the hang of it. It was early evening by the time you had made it back to camp. You were greeted by Hosea and Dutch at the hitching posts.

''Ahh so you found him'' Dutch bellowed over to you as you approached them.

''Yeah, he was caught on a snare, no wonder he didn't come back'' you nodded as you dismounted Silver Dollar. ''Thank you for lettin' me borrow him Hosea'' you untied Dallas' reins from the saddle and hitched him on the post.

''Not a problem my girl. I gather he looked after you well'' he smiled at you tieing HS horse to the post.

"He did indeed" you turned to patt Silver Dollar on his neck and feed him a carrot from your bag.

''John, (Y/N), I have a job for you both'' Dutch caught your attention. You all gathered round the hitching post as Dutch explained the job. ''I need you both to look into something for me. Sheriff Grey told me about a couple of horses at the Braithwaite property. I don't know the in's and out's but if you could go to the Greys plantation at some point to find out more, I think there will be some money in it for us'' Dutch's voice was eager when he mentioned the money.

''Sure, Dutch'' you nodded.

''We can go tomorrow mornin'. First thing'' John agreed.

''Brilliant. I knew you two would be up to the job'' Dutch exclaimed as he patted you both on the shoulder. ''Oh, take Javier with you too'' he instructed before him and Hosea took their leave. You turned your attention back to Dallas' cut, luckily the bleeding had stopped now so you grabbed some water to clean the wound. John stayed with you as he brushed down Old Boy and Charles came to help when he got back from hunting. He gave you some herbs to put on the cut to stop infections which you gently applied to Dallas' leg. Once you were done, the three of you made your way back into camp to get some food. You noticed that Micah was back. He hadn't been at camp since Arthur had broken him out of jail but you saw him sat by the fire as you made your way over. You had only ever spoken to Micah once or twice but you always remembered him being cruel when you were tied to the wagon all those weeks ago. He used to threaten to kill you or would spit at you as he walked by. Nothing about the man was likable to you, so you were not so pleased he was back.

''Scarface, you happy to see me back?'' Micah directed his question at John as he chuckled under his breath.

''Micah, I would have preferred to see you hang'' John spat back at him as you all sat around the fire.

''Oh, no need to be like that'' Micah threw his hands in the air in defence. You kept quiet, you didn't want to draw his attention to you so you just ate your food silently. By the time you had finished your stew and a bottle of beer the rest of camp had joined you round the fire. Sadie and Tilly came and sat next to you and you spoke to them about where you eventually found Dallas. Arthur also joined the group to sit around the fire, you looked up to see him sat opposite you. You caught his eyes on you and you shared a shy smile before turning your attention to the convocations you were in. Although you knew why it wasn't the best idea to have your feelings for each other public knowledge, you hated the idea of not being able to hold him or kiss him whilst you were in camp. You longed for his attention and seeing him sat across from you only made you crave him more. 

''How are things with you and Arthur?'' Sadie nudged you with her elbow, keeping her voice hushed. Panicked at the mention of your relationship, you looked round to see that Tilly had now turned her attention to Sean and Lenny. Once you realised It was only you and Sadie talking, you couldn't help the blushed smile that crossed your face.

''Things are good'' you whispered back glancing over at Arthur. He was talking with John and Bill as he smoked on a cigarette. The light from the cigarette end would illuminate his eyes, from the shadow cast by the bim of his hat, every time he took a drag.

''He keeps looking over at you'' Sadie teased and you turned your attention back to her. ''You're both gonna get found out you know. It's so damn obvious'' she glanced between you and Arthur.

''I don't think everyone is as observant as you Sadie'' you giggled glancing round the rest of camp. ''I'm pretty sure if anyone thought anything, either Karen or Mary-Beth would have asked by now. They have only just stopped asking me if I'm sweet on anyone'' you both giggled and you heard your stomach growl. You were still hungry even after a bowl of stew and you remembered having a tin of biscuits in your saddle bag. As your stomach started to growl louder you decided the pack of biscuits were too tempting not to have so you excused yourself to go and get them. You walked over to the horses and grabbed the tin from your saddle bag, checking on Dallas as you passed him. On your way back to the fire you were met by Micah. His blonde hair was covered by the white hat he wore and his beady eyes were looking straight at you. He had clearly had a bit too much to drink as he was stumbling around as he walked in your direction. ''Micah'' you greeted him as you walked by. Your intentions were to walk straight by him and ignore any comments he made but his hand was quick to grab your arm and pull you back in front of him.

''That's no way to greet me girl'' he growled at you. The smell of liquor on his breath was overwhelming and his grip on your arm tightened. ''You're a pretty one ain't ya. Better than when you were tied to that wagon....Although I must admit you looked just as nice tied up'' he snickered as he looked at you up and down with hunger in his eyes. You pulled your arm from his grasp forcefully and he almost lost his balance.

''Go to hell Micah'' you spat back at him. A cruel grin appeard his face as you spoke to him. It was as though he liked it when people dispised him. He regained his balance and blocked your way back to camp by towering over you.

''I like a girl with a bit of fire'' he smirked and grabbed your throat, holding it tightly. ''I'll show you how you treat a real man'' he whispered in your ear. His breath ran cold down your neck and your body tensed. You used all the force you could muster to slap him across the face but he intercepted your arm before you could make an impact. His laugh was taunting you which only made you more angry, your knee came up to hit him in his stomach and he released his grip on you as he grasped his belly. ''Bitch, ain't you'' his amusement faded which was replaced by pure anger and you were the one in the firing line. You reached for your pistol to defend yourself but you had taken your gun belt off as you ate, leaving it by the fire. As you looked up from your empty hip, Micah had reached for his knife and was already holding it at your throat. He leant into you and took a deep breath in, taking in your smell before smiling devilishly at you. "Ain't so tough without a gun, are ya?". Your heart was racing as you had nothing to defend yourself with. The metal of his knife blade against your neck was cold and sent a shiver down your spine.

"Just you wait" you taunted him as you felt the hilt of your own knife in your back pocket. You were about to pull it on him when the distinct crack of a pistol being cocked came from behind Micah. 

''Get your goddamn hands off her Micah'' Arthur growled. He was standing with the barrel of his pistol aimed at Micah's head. The sound of his angered voice bellowed through camp, and conversation were suddenly silenced. All the camp's attention had turned to the three of you and Micah remained unmoved.

''Come on Cowpoke, I'm just havin' a bit of fun here'' Micah kept the knife on your throat but his attention was on Arthur.

''Fun's over'' Arthur moved in closer with a darkness in his eyes as he looked at Micah. His gun was now placed against Micah's temple and his finger ready at the trigger. You glanced between the two men as Micah weighed up his options. He turned back to you before removing his knife from your neck and putting it back in his belt. Arthur then lowered his gun and placed it into the halter at his hip. John, Dutch and Sadie had made their way over, after hearing the commotion in case they had to intervene. You took a deep breath in releasing your grip on the hilt of your knife as Micah stepped away from you. He sighed loudly before laughing at Arthur.

''If I didn't know you any better I would have said you cared for this girl, Mr Morgan. You're going soft'' his voice was slurred. Micah stumbled on his way to square up to Arthur. He stood directly in front of him and you watched as Arthur towered above him. 

''I should 'av left you in jail to hang'' Arthur spat back. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched. Micah cocked his eyebrow with a smile on his face.

''So what's she like in bed?'' Micah ignored his comment, he knew he was getting under Arthur's skin and he was enjoying the attention. Arthur's fists clenched shut. You glanced at John to try and stop this madness but he looked between you and Arthur, open mouthed, at what Micah was suggesting. You were about to grab Arthur yourself and walk away, Micah was not worth the time and you had enough of his torments. ''Send her to my tent when you're done, she looks like a wild one'' Micah sniggered. That was all it took to break Arthur's temper. His face turned red and is fist came up and hit Micah in the jaw as hard as he could. Micah fell to the floor with a thud. Dutch and John were quick to grab Arthur's arms and hold him back before he did any further damage.

"Touch her again and I'll give you more then a broken nose" Arthur threatened as he was getting pulled away by John and Dutch. The rest of camp were staring at the scene playing out in front of them. You stood there frozen, unaware of what to do. The damage had already been done. Although you know you shouldn't have, you felt a deep satisfaction watching Micah being knocked onto his arse.

''That is enough'' Dutch shouted as he pulled Arthur away from Micah. ''Micah, go get cleaned up. Arthur, go calm down'' he gestured to the both of them. Micah's nose was running with blood from the impact. He fumbled to his feet and walked straight back into camp to clean up while Arthur marched into the woods away from everyone. You were left standing with Dutch, John and Sadie watching as the two men strode away. ''(Y/N), you alright?'' Dutch asked you as he placed a hand on your shoulder. You nodded in response, still trying to process what had just happened. "Good, I'm going to go have a chat with Micah" Dutch informed you as he followed the beaten man back into camp.

''What the hell was that about?'' John asked. He glanced at you catching your eye before he averted his gaze to the floor. There was a concerned expression on his face but for some reason he wouldn't look at you.

''Micah grabbed me and Arthur stood in to defend me'' you huffed rubbing your throat where the knife had been sitting.

"What was Micah getting at then? Because Arthur was gettin' pretty wound up" John questioned his voice loud and irritated as he regained his breath from trying to restrain Arthur. Your breath got hitched in your mouth as you panick. The palm of your hands become sweaty and you didn't know how to answer. You had no intention of telling the gang any time soon about your relationship with Arthur.

''I should go check on him'' you looked in the direction Arthur had stormed off ignoring John's question.

"Sure you are alright?" Sadie asked as she saw the panick in your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you nodded before you turned away to follow after Arthur. You followed the fresh tracks in the ground until you found Arthur sitting under a tree with his back leant up against it. His head was hanging low with his hat covering his eyes.

''Thank you'' you spoke softly as you approached him. He lifted his head up to look at you. ''I always knew he was a piece of shit but I didn't know quite how true that was'' you tried to lighten the mood. Arthur's hands were still in fists but he couldn't help the small smile on his face when he saw you.

''Yeah, that's one way of putting it'' he growled. ''You alright?'' he stood up and glanced at your neck making sure Micah hadn't left a mark on you.

''I'm fine'' you smiled as you wrapped your arms around Arthur's waist and buried your head into his chest. He pulled you in closer to him and placed a kiss on the top of your head. You took a deep breath allowing yourself to relax in his arms.

''I should av' killed the bastard'' he mumbled. ''If he ever touches you again then I will'' he tightened his grip on you.

''That's if I don't do it first'' you giggled as you pulled away and grabbed his hand to see the bruises that were already forming on his knuckles. "You shouldn't have punched him" you grazed the bruise with your fingertips before looking up into Arthur's eyes.

"He deserved it" he defended himself. "He's lucky that's all he got" his brow furrowed. You smiled shyly at him knowing he was only this angry because he cared for you. Having someone help to defend you was still something you were going to have to get used to but you were greatful for him. It made you feel safer, knowing that you had Arthur watching out for you. The temper he has that you used to be weary of you knew would never be directed at you but only used to defend you. You stayed with him in the woods for a while until he was fully calmed down. You both sat under a tree whilst he told you about his day with Lenny at a place called Shady Bell and then how he and Micah robbed a bank coach which the O'Driscolls ended up turning up to as well. ''Sounds more interesting then my day'' you smiled up at him. ''I went to find Dallas with John'' you chuckled.

''Sorry I couldn't help ya" he scratched the back of his neck. "Least you had John to help you find him'' Arthur's voice was relaxed now as you sat close to one another.

"You help me plenty enough. Plus John isn't bad company. I just feel sorry for you havin' to spend time with Micah" you teased him. Arthur smirked at you before gently moving a strand of hair away from your face, caressing your cheek before leaning down and kissing you softly. He then rested his forehead on yours. ''You are so beautiful'' he whispered softly. Your chest filled with a warm sensation and your heart stopped beating for a split second. Everything you felt towards Arthur seemed to double in intensity everyday, heat ran to your cheeks as you looked at him. His deep blue eyes captivated you in a trance that you never wanted to leave. He smiled sweetly before looking at the ground. ''We better go back before someone comes to check on us'' he mumbled, looking slightly upset at the prospect of going back into camp. You both stood up and shared one last kiss before making your way back into camp.

''I think I'm going to go get some rest'' you turned to Arthur. You saw the majority of the gang we're still gathered around the fire and you didn't want to face them just yet. The late nights were also catching up to you as you could feel your eyelids getting heavier.

''Alright, I'll see you in the mornin'.'' Arthur smiled. You didn't want him to leave you, you wanted him to come in and spend the night with you again and you could see in his eyes he wanted that too. It felt like a large lump had formed in your throat, you swallowed hard. Arthur hesitated before tipping his hat to you with a nervous smile. ''G'night (Y/N)'' he turned and walked towards his own cot, leaving a sense of loneliness lingering around you. You walked into your tent and got changed into your nightwear before laying on your cot and covering yourself with the blanket. The events of the night played through your head. The way Micah grabbed you and spoke about you to Arthur in front of the others. Arthur's reaction was bound to make people ask questions and you weren't ready for that. The thought of tomorrow made you feel uneasy, everyone pestering you about your relationship with Arthur, but at least you were on a job with John. He was your closest friend in camp and he always made you feel comfortable so you hoped he wouldn't question you again. Being away from camp should take your mind of things. You felt your eyes get heavy as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 12

@nena-ma

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[vivdunye]

present day, present time

and you don't seem to understand

fabled adages of science

so i was watching the snyder cut of justice league the other morning, i couldn't really begin to tell you why other than i needed 4 hours of background noise . but i tuned in at one point when the fictional super Israeli, wonder woman, narrated a scene explaining an alien technology "that was so advanced that it almost seemed like sorcery", and wouldn't yknow, that's a real concept actually, i recognized it immediately as clark's third law:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

it's perhaps the most well known and oft quoted of the three, but i always felt like arthur c. clark's first 2 laws don't ever get quite enough love . i've been thinking heavily about the first law lately:

When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.

i've been thinking about it in relation to this one quote from wernher von braun that i always liked:

Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death.

many people are afraid of death; of ceasing the awareness of life, because they don't know what will happen to themselves after, where do they go if anywhere? it's much more nebulous in the secular sense if you haven't a construct for the afterlife already . i've been thinking about death more and more often lately to a worrying degree . however, scientific thought for all its clinical detachment from all things spiritual has strangely enough always felt like the perfect module for contemplating the metaphysical . so i decided to do some research .

i want to recall right now thomas edison's first intended use for the phonograph . edison had originally envisioned the phonograph primarily as a means of preserving the voices of loved ones after death . he later went on to try and develop a "ghost box" or "spiritphone" . this device would allow humans to communicate directly with the dead . he was unsuccessful .

if hauntology has taught us anything, we technically do have ghost boxes now, but maybe not in the way edison intended or even predicted . we carry them everywhere and can check them anytime, channeling messages through them constantly . we actively become digital ghosts, online we are both present and absent . the present implodes with the past, we've over-documented everything so now we can experience an instant nostalgia . today's future becomes archaic, we live in the archive to try and remember what the future once was .

'haunted' and 'futuristic' become one and the same .

by this token i'm reminded also by transhumanism . as the technological singularity fast approaches, as progress charges forward at a constantly increasing speed, current estimates posit the 2040s as the point in which technological improvements will occur at a constantly self-replicating rate . in the time between now and then, transhumanism and the eventual merging of human consciousness with machinery are theorized outcomes of technological progress . one day we might be able to leave the shackles of our human bodies and transcend our physical forms as a joined digital consciousness .

and in relation to this i also think now of clark's second law

The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

through the wired

this is the stage on which the anime Serial Experiments Lain is set . a story, that while constructed on the patchwork of fiction, is nevertheless symbolic of certain phenomena based in reality .

also i apologize if it wasn't apparent that this post was going to be about Lain . im lainposting boys

the first few episodes exist to misdirect the viewer right from the beginning . and only by returning to these episodes having thought through the rest of the show, does their purpose become clear . the first episode, aptly titled "Layer 01: Weird" , is meant to show us exactly one thing, that lain is fucking weird . we can't tell what she's thinking, we can't tell what she's doing, and that's exactly how everyone around her feels . lain is totally and completely disconnected, she doesn't keep up with current events at school, she doesn't communicate with her family, near as we can tell she has no actual interests besides her stuffed animals and totally phasing out of reality. the inciting incident of the series happens when someone tries to make a connection with lain, and that person happens to be dead...

or at least there body is dead, their consciousness seems to have escaped into the wired . lain's decision to pursue this connection is what lead's her to ask her father for a new navi (the series' name for a personal computer) and that's all that really happens in this episode . coming back to it from later episodes we know that lain is probably thinking a lot throughout this episode . the decision to not entreat us to any of her thoughts is intentional, it is to make us feel distant from her as viewers, the same way that the world around her is distant . as lain forms connections throughout the series, so too, will we form a connection with her .

we do not know how much time has passed since then and the second episode, but whatever has happened lain has already developed a significant presence in the wired . this episode is tricky in its presentation as it doesn't make us privy to which things lain is lying about and which things she's honest about . in it we have lain talking to someone on her navi, she types sporadically in an encrypted language, and someone who looks just like her appears late one night in a night club downtown . while lain won't admit it to her classmates it's apparent at the end of the episode that it was her at the club all along . the key to understanding her actions throughout the episode is to realize she is trying to keep her existence in the wired and her existence in reality as separate entities . the realization she has by the end of the episode, which she uses to terrify a gunmen into suicide is that there is no escape from the wired, no matter where you are you are always connected .

made in the late-90s, Lain was quite ahead of its time . it predicted not only how in the early 2000s the internet would be regarded as a separate world where anonymity and personas reigned—it also predicted how the internet would eventually and inevitably overlap with the real world, once people in the real world realized that the internet is the real world . people have a tendency to see one part of themselves as their "true selves", whereas the parts they show to others are personas, they think of these things as separate when in reality a person is an amalgamation of all of their personas . lain tries to change her personas by dressing and acting differently from when she's in the wired-mode and in normal-mode, but she doesn't realize how people have been doing this way before the wired existed . her classmates are all 15 but they all pass for adults when they've dolled up and hit the club . if the characters in the show seem a bit young for their attitudes then you may not have met enough tech-savvy teenagers before . the purpose of this episode is to ultimately to prove to lain that the so-called real world and the wired are merely two layers of one reality, which couldn't be more true of the world today .

let there be light300pMTK. .

in mythology, psyche was the mortal princess who fell in love with and, eventually, married the god cupid; in religion and classical philosophy, psyche came to mean the human soul, and in the modern, literate world, it retains that meaning as the human spirit; in freudian analysis, psyche refers to the totality of the human mind: the id, ego and superego .

every meaning of psyche is distinctly human: a human princess who achieves godhood, the soul or mind of an individual . if previous episodes introduced the blurring of the real world with the wired, then episode three; "Layer 03: Psyche" is the episode that starts to blur human identity online and offline . one doesn’t even have to venture into the wired to ask what is human .

by this point we know that lain is definitely up to something . at this stage it's hard to tell what, but all we get are little glimpses into her actions . she still seems to be hiding a lot from the world around her and from the viewer in turn . ironically, lain's blank-faced silence and response to the questions of those around her it's own incrimination . when a police officer tells her to speak up (regarding the gunman's suicide) even if she had nothing to do with it, he doesn't realize she's being silent precisely because she does have something to do with it . but her deer-in-the-headlights persona gets her out of it .

the lain of the wired and the lain of reality are slowly starting to mesh into one whole . it remains difficult to interpret the physical existence of "other lain" so to speak, and the show refuses to outright show her playing that character . at the least, we do get to see lain access the wired in all its chaotic glory and she does begin to take an active interest in expanding her knowledge as she learns about and installs the "Psyche drive", a computer circuit that lain procures in hopes of it enhancing her computer's processing power . on the smaller scale, when lain applies the psyche processor to her navi, she is installing a spirit or soul, an animating element, to her machine . notably, the psyche does not replace the main processor; psyche augments the main processor, interpreting the data that flows through it . the soul is not simply the brain, it is an elevated consciousness or meta-self. by this point in the series lines become blurred and the lains begin to merge (hehe) . all of this is set against the backdrop of lain trying to decide if she should remain in the physical world or fully integrate in the wired . she hears one voice telling her that death feels amazing, and god exists in the wired, that there is nothing left for lain in this world . however, lain begins to establish a connection with her classmate alice, saying her name out loud and commiting it to memory for the first time, alice asks why her friends are not more shaken up after watching someone shoot himself in the head the previous day . it's almost as though lain is clinging to alice as an excuse to stay in the physical world out of fear for changing over . this all sets the seeds for what eventually grows throughout the series .

i want to recall the final meaning of the word “psyche". that the word also meant “butterfly,” which is how the greeks imagined the soul to appear . no doubt the symbolism of a creature that begins as one thing and transforms into another is not lost on us here .

every event serves to emphasize the existence of one's own personal reality, and as individuals from all others, we desire a place to belong . however that too is an egotistical concept . in order for there to be a mutual understanding, it is necessary to recognize here and now, like the brain synapses, we are all—in a logical yet chaotic manner—connected .

each is seperate—yet they are one . by connecting, humanity gains first awareness of its function as a seed . and by connecting a human no longer remains a mere endpoint, a "terminus", but becomes a junction to another point, having won the right to continue itself . in a sense, the ability to connect is the ability to continue . this not only applies to the connection of axial coordinates but temporal coordinates as well . therefore, at the time when a conscious, intentional connection is made, surely the dead will rise from there intended place, appearing at the time coordinate of the connection's origin .

in that moment, the realization will dawn that the time in which we inhabit our physical bodies is but the starting point of the connection, and the very meaning of possessing a physical body might be questioned .

we recognize we are connected .

serialize thyself .

#tecnobabel #text

[animezing-fandoms]

Hey, i always enjoy reading fics but lately i kind of been wanting to try writing one myself. Are there any tips you can give me? I haven't ever written anything, i do have a big imagîtion, but i'm also kind of scared for language errors. English isn't my first language and although i am fluid in English, i'm afraid i won't be able to express myself in words in a way that would be enjoyable for others. How did you get over these fears and just in general, get started?

Well first I started out by roleplaying. Basically me and another person would pick a character and then we’d come up with a story together, each playing as our own characters. But then I started getting more specific ideas in my head and decided to just write them as fanfiction on my own, instead of hoping the other person would catch on to what I want. XD  Basically, the best way to get started is to just write. Don’t worry so much about technicalities and language. That stuff will come with time as you keep writing in English. Sometimes, what you can do is have a beta reader, which is someone who basically proof-reads your work and corrects spelling and grammar mistakes and sometimes offers feedback before you post it, but you don’t have to have that. 

I was never afraid to post my work because I saw other people do it, so honestly don’t be afraid to share your work. You may get some negative comments at first since you’re new and English isn’t your first language but honestly, you can ignore stuff like that. The more you write, the better you’ll get at it. But, as an experienced writer, there are a few tips I’ll give you on stuff that I see a lot of new writers do that prevents readers from enjoying the story. 

Notice how before I start a new topic I start a new paragraph? That’s something you should always do in your fic. If people click on your story on Ao3, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr and see a huge block of text, they’ll exit out of it because it’s super difficult to read like that. Every time you switch a character’s POV, or the topic changes, you should have a new paragraph/line. 

Same goes for dialogue. Every time you switch who’s speaking, you need to start a new line. Also make sure you use the character’s names at the beginning of the conversation, and especially if you have two characters of the same gender/use the same pronouns then you’ll use their names more often when indicating who’s speaking so we know which line of dialogue belongs to which character. 

Those are all basic things to keep readers from not reading your fic and/or getting confused while trying to read it. But something else that I don’t see mentioned too often but is really good advice is don’t be afraid to be descriptive. At first you might think that keeping things short and sweet when it comes to describing appearances and actions is the way to go, especially if you don’t have such a big vocabulary. But if you keep your descriptions short then it’s harder to visualize what the idea you’re trying to convey is and the reader just gets this very robotic caricature of what your vision is instead of what you saw in your head. 

Now, for someone who’s not a native English speaker, this might be kind of hard because your vocabulary might be limited. But if you feel like you’re using a word too much or there’s another word in your first language that you want to use but you don’t know the English equivalent, look it up online! Google translate isn’t as awful as some people make it out to be, especially if you’re only looking up one word as opposed to a sentence. And it will pay off immensely because if the reader can see what the character’s facial expression, tone of voice, and body stance in a scene is as well as what dialogue is being said, it’ll entice the reader that much more because it will have a lot more feeling and emotion behind it than just basic descriptions of what’s being said and by whom.

Now, here’s some examples of what I’ve just explained to you; the first one is an example of what you definitely should not do that I see a lot of new writers do: 

Natsu walks into the guild hall with Happy. He goes over to the job board and picks out a job. “Hey Natsu, this job looks like something Lucy would want to do!” Happy says.“Yeah, maybe she would want to do it. Let’s go find her and ask.” Natsu says. “Hi Natsu!” Lucy calls as she walks into the guild hall. “What job are you looking at?” she asks and looks at the flier. “It’s a job for a Celestial Wizard at an observatory. They’re having a star gazing party tonight and want to have a wizard there to provide some knowledge and magic to entertain people and provide knowledge on the different constellations!” Happy says. “Wow that job sounds perfect for me!” Lucy says. “My spirits would love to share their stories and magic with people, and a beautiful clear night under the stars is always such a romantic sight!” She says and blushes. “Too bad you won’t have a date!” Happy jokes and Lucy frowns at him. “I could bring a date if I wanted to! But it sounds like I’ll be too busy working, so bringing a date wouldn’t be a smart idea anyways.” Lucy sighs. “You don’t need to bring some random guy.” Natsu says and slings his arm around her shoulders. “Happy and I will come with you!” “Really! Why do you guys want to come?” Lucy asks, blushing. “Yeah Natsu why do we want to come?” Happy asks. “It’s not like we’ll be doing anything to help.” “We can help Lucy!” Natsu says. “We always drag her on jobs that stress her out somehow but this one is her dream job, we should be there with her to support her since she’s always there for us. And maybe we’ll learn a little something too. It’s the least we can do. Don’t you think so Happy?” Natsu asks. “Aye Sir!” Happy says. “Aw, Natsu that’s so sweet and surprisingly mature of you. Can you promise me that you’ll behave when we’re there?” Lucy asks. “Nope!” Natsu says and Lucy sighs. 

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Now, how did you feel reading that? Did you even want to? It was hard right. There was no separation of lines so it’s easy to get lost in the words and forget who’s speaking what line and what’s going on. That’s why when readers click on a story and see that, they give up immediately. It’s impossible to immerse yourself in a story if you’re getting lost in the dialogue and descriptions and don’t know where one starts and one ends. It’s really difficult to read so even if your idea is good, if it’s formatted like that, the idea won’t shine through because it’ll get lost. 

Now look at what a difference just adding those line separations makes:

Natsu walks into the guild hall with Happy. He goes over to the job board and picks out a job. 

“Hey Natsu, this job looks like something Lucy would want to do!” Happy says.

“Yeah, maybe she would want to do it. Let’s go find her and ask.” Natsu says.

“Hi Natsu!” Lucy calls as she walks into the guild hall. “What job are you looking at?” She asks and looks at the flier. 

“It’s a job for a Celestial Wizard at an observatory. They’re having a star gazing party tonight and want to have a wizard there to provide some knowledge and magic to entertain people and provide knowledge on the different constellations!” Happy says. 

“Wow that job sounds perfect for me!” Lucy says. “My spirits would love to share their stories and magic with people, and a beautiful clear night under the stars is always such a romantic sight!” She says and blushes. 

“Too bad you won’t have a date!” Happy jokes and Lucy frowns at him. 

“I could bring a date if I wanted to! But it sounds like I’ll be too busy working, so bringing a date wouldn’t be a smart idea anyways.” Lucy sighs. 

“You don’t need to bring some random guy.” Natsu says and slings his arm around her shoulders. “Happy and I will come with you!” 

“Really! Why do you guys want to come?” Lucy asks, blushing. 

“Yeah Natsu why do we want to come?” Happy asks. “It’s not like we’ll be doing anything to help.” 

“We can help Lucy!” Natsu says. “We always drag her on jobs that stress her out somehow but this one is her dream job, we should be there with her to support her since she’s always there for us. And maybe we’ll learn a little something too. It’s the least we can do. Don’t you think so Happy?” Natsu asks.

“Aye Sir!” Happy says. 

“Aw, Natsu that’s so sweet and surprisingly mature of you. Can you promise me that you’ll behave when we’re there?” Lucy asks.

“Nope!” Natsu says.

Lucy sighs. 

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See the difference? That was probably a lot easier to read. I bet you read it a lot quicker too. There’s a reason that this format is used in books! The same format needs to be applied to fanfiction in order for it to be more readable! 

But while the format may be better, the description is still lacking which makes for a boring story. You may be able to understand what Natsu, Lucy and Happy are saying and imagine them saying it, but it’s not a very interesting picture if you don’t know what they look like while they’re saying that dialogue, then the readers will be bored and not enjoy the story because while they can get the general gist of what the story is about, they won’t feel as excited about it unless they can read and visualize the emotions that you visualize the characters having in your head. We need to be able to see what you see in order to be engaged with the story. 

So here’s an example of what just adding a little more description of the character’s emotions, body language, brief inner thoughts, and tones of voice among other things to set the scene for readers to see the story you see in your mind:

It was an average morning in Magnolia and Natsu walks into the guild hall with Happy. 

Normally he would go straight to the bar to get some breakfast, but today, he changes course and goes over to the job board because a flier decorated with glittering stars, reminding him instantly of his dear Celestial Mage catches his eye. 

With Lucy’s smiling face pictured in his mind, he plucks the flier from the board and studies it.

Happy hovers over his shoulder and reads the flier too, and understands why it caught Natsu’s attention.

“Hey Natsu, this job looks like something Lucy would want to do!” Happy exclaims.

Natsu rubs his fingers against his chin and his lip curls up into a half-smirk at the mention of her name. 

“Yeah, maybe she would want to do it. Let’s go find her and ask.” Natsu suggests.

But they didn’t have to look far.

“Hi Natsu!” Lucy calls as she walks into the guild hall. 

Natsu smiles and waves at her as she comes over. As she gets closer to her friends, her bright smile turns into a curious frown as she notices that instead of holding a chicken leg like he does every morning, her best friend was holding a job flier.

“What job are you looking at?” She asks once she’s next to Natsu.

Natsu feels his cheeks heat up slightly as Lucy leans forward to read the flier, thus pressing her body closer to his. But they had never been shy when it came to being close to each other, so it didn’t startle him as much as it would have if they weren’t already so close.

“It’s a job for a Celestial Wizard at an observatory. They’re having a star gazing party tonight and want to have a wizard there to provide some knowledge and magic to entertain people and provide knowledge on the different constellations!” Happy explains.

“Wow that job sounds perfect for me!” Lucy says and plucks the flier from Natsu’s hands. “My spirits would love to share their stories and magic with people, and a beautiful clear night under the stars is always such a romantic sight!” She says and blushes while hugging the flier to her chest and swaying slightly as she closes her eyes and fantasizes about it.

“Too bad you won’t have a date!” Happy jokes.

Lucy frowns at him in annoyance of being pulled from her fantasy by Happy’s harsh reminder of reality.

“I could bring a date if I wanted to! But it sounds like I’ll be too busy working, so bringing a date wouldn’t be a smart idea anyways.” Lucy sighs.

Why did her work always seem to impede on her love life? This party would not only be her dream job but her dream date! Too bad she didn’t know any guys who were as interested in her Celestial magic as she was. Or so she thought.

As soon as Lucy had mentioned romance, the gears in Natsu’s head started turning. He didn’t know the first thing about romance. But if romance was what would make this job perfect for Lucy, then it was definitely something he wanted to try if it would make her happy. He would do anything for her, no matter how difficult. He always gives his all for everything important to him, and Lucy may not know it but she was always at the top of his priorities. And as was typical for Natsu, he blurts out the first idea that he comes up with. 

“You don’t need to bring some random guy.” Natsu says and slings his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. “Happy and I will come with you!”

Now that she hadn’t expected. Her face turns pink, from both Natsu’s offer to join her on the job, and the fact that she was currently pressed against his side while tucked under his arm. Even though they’ve embraced many times before, lately, Lucy couldn’t help but get all tingly inside whenever she was this close to him. There was something both exciting and comforting about it that made her heart flutter.

“Really! Why do you guys want to come?” Lucy asks, while blushing. She had no idea what Natsu was going to say next, and her heart immediately hoped it would be something she knew he’d probably never say.

“Yeah Natsu why do we want to come?” Happy asks, breaking Lucy from her thoughts. “It’s not like we’ll be doing anything to help.”

“We can help Lucy!” Natsu says and Lucy’s heart leaps up to her throat, causing her to gasp softly. “We always drag her on jobs that stress her out somehow but this one is her dream job, we should be there with her to support her since she’s always there for us. And maybe we’ll learn a little something too. It’s the least we can do. Don’t you think so Happy?” Natsu asks.

“Aye Sir!” Happy says.

Lucy couldn’t believe her ears. It wasn’t exactly the romantic confession followed by him asking her out on a date that she was imagining, but nevertheless it was sincere and thoughtful and that made warmth spread from her heart across her chest all the same. 

“Aw, Natsu that’s so sweet and surprisingly mature of you.” Lucy says softly while trying to hide her blush. 

Thankfully, Natsu was too busy looking away from her and trying to hide his own blush to notice hers.

As she imagines a perfect night with Natsu under the stars, reality reminds her that this was a job, with Natsu. And that always meant destruction.

 “But, can you promise me that you’ll behave when we’re there?” Lucy asks him with a hopeful smile.

If he was mature enough to go on a job with her that had no interest to him then maybe that meant for once he’d-

“Nope!” Natsu says while flashing her that goofy grin of his.

Lucy sighs and mentally reminds herself not to get her hopes too high when it comes to her relationship with Natsu.

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See what a huge difference just adding some description makes? It may have taken you a bit longer to read than the second one, but not that much longer, and honestly readers don’t care how long it takes them to read a story because if it sucks them in, they’ll be absorbed by the story and not even care what time it is. And that’s the point. You want the readers to keep reading. 

After reading the second version of this you probably weren’t too interested in what happens next right? You could close that story and never come back to it. You probably might even forget about it. But with this third version, there’s tension built up by the descriptions. You’re conveying the mutual pining between these two characters. It’s clear that both of them like each other, and that both of them are hoping for something romantic to happen at the star gazing party that night. Will something romantic happen? Probably, since most in-universe fanfiction is written to show what canon leaves unresolved or unexplored. But even with that knowledge in mind, readers will still want to know how it happens in your story! With the second example, they’ll be expecting a rushed resolution that doesn’t delve into the thoughts and feelings of the characters and only their actions. But in the third example, not only are the characters words and actions there, but they’re enhanced by the descriptions that describe their thoughts and emotions about what they’re saying and doing. 

Just by taking a little more time to describe what you see in your mind when you envision what you’re writing, you engage the reader so much more than you ever could with just simple actions and dialogue alone. 

And that’s really the most important thing I want to convey to new fanfiction writers because you don’t often get that kind of advice in comments on the first few stories you post. 

Most people will critique on format and grammar, but I can’t remember ever seeing someone suggest that the writer add more content to their story. 

Words are a writers medium to paint a picture. So use as many words as you can to paint the best picture of what you see in your mind! You don’t have to describe every little detail. Especially in fanfiction since readers will already be familiar with the characters appearances and the locations they’re in if you’re writing an in-universe fic (but if you’re not, then definitely add what they’re wearing and what the location looks like as it sets the scene). But be sure to add if they’re smiling, or blushing, or what their proximity is to other characters because those details may be easily forgotten to a new writer who’s just trying to share their idea with the fandom, but we won’t get the full story you see in your head unless you tell us what the characters are thinking and feeling in those moments! You may see it in your head, but we’re not mind readers. We won’t see what’s in your head unless you put it on the page! 

Writing like this may take you a bit longer to write and if English isn’t your first language then it might mean some trips to google translate to find the word your looking for, but as you can see from my examples above, it’s way worth the extra time it will take in order to put your best work out there to share with the fandom. 

And then right off the bat, the feedback you’re going to get on your first story won’t be “separate the lines” or “fix your grammar” and get straight to people gushing about the content of your story and how you conveyed your idea and how they reacted to it because honestly, when you add more description and the reader can visualize what you’ve written, no one really cares about where you forgot to put a period or misspelled a word. This isn’t a final paper, it’s just for fun! 

And that’s the final piece of advice I want to give to you. This is all for fun. You should feel like you’re having fun when you’re writing a fic, and be happy and encouraged by all of the feedback fellow fans give you on your work. But if there are days when you don’t feel like writing or you’re having a writer’s block. Don’t push yourself. You’re not getting paid to do this. This is something fun for you to do on your own time when you want to. 

Even if people in the comments are begging you for an update, if you don’t have a good idea for the next chapter, or you have too much going on to work on it, they can wait. And they will. Because as a writer, I want to be proud of my work. And I would rather have readers wait six months for a good chapter, than give them a half-assed chapter in three days. Same goes for one-shots. Although people generally won’t beg you to come up with more ideas than they would beg you to update a series you’ve started. And if you never get around to finishing a series because you’ve moved onto another one, that’s okay! Your best work will be whatever you’re passionate about, so always write whatever’s inspiring you the most in that moment. It’ll come out so much better than anything you force yourself to write. And you should never force yourself to write fanfiction. Remember, this is all supposed to be for fun. If you’re not having fun or don’t want to do it then don’t do it! Wait until you want to.

Well, I think that’s enough advice for one post. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me! 

Now that you have some do’s and don’t’s under your belt, why don’t you try putting one of those ideas in your head into words to share with your fandom! We’re always looking for new content! 

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[robinrunsfiction]

Know how I'm always crawling to you for Ryan Ross fanfic? Now I'm here for the other Ryan, (the Seaman one xD). if you ever have time or the spirit for it, I'd love to read a friends to lovers /angst to fluff story with him. I haven't thought about anything else these past days xD love you ^^

One Love

Pairing: Ryan Seaman x ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @x-whyareyoureadingthis-xWord Count: ~2,300Author’s Note: I love Ryan, he’s so smiley and was so nice when I got to meet him a couple months ago (and no I will never stop bringing that up lol), I hope you like this! The story was inspired by the song One Love by Marianas Trench

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and (YN) was sitting around trying think of something to do with her day off. Household chores didn’t sound interesting, going for a walk could be an option, but being a little lazy seemed like a solid choice too. Before she could settle on anything, her phone started to go off beside her. Checking it, her heart skipped a beat as she saw it was from her friend Ryan.

From: Ryan 💙Are you free?

Yea what’s up?

From: Ryan 💙I’m at the cafe on 5th street if you can meet me here?

On my way 😊

When (YN) arrived, she found Ryan already sitting in the back corner of the café. He looked forlorn as he stared at the coffee swirling in the mug in front of him.

“Ryan, what’s going on?” She asked as she sat down across from him. She knew him well enough to know something was definitely wrong.

“Kaley broke up with me,” he said barely looking up.

“What? I’m so sorry! Are you ok? What can I do?” She replied, reaching across the table and squeezing his hand. As soon as her hand connected with his and she realized what she had done, she started to pull back, but Ryan held on so she relented.

“I just don’t understand. I thought it might be love, that maybe she would be the one. But she said I wasn’t giving her the attention she needed, that I seemed distracted by…” he trailed off as he glanced up at (YN).

“Your music?” (YN) offered, eyebrows raised. There was no way the next thinghe was about to say was her name. Sure, they were friends, they texted eachother a lot and hung out together, but that’s what friends did. More thananything she hoped that she hadn’t come between Ryan and happiness.

“Yea, and getting ready for tour,” he replied almost too quickly. “But (YN), what if one love is all you get?“

“Then what you had with Kaley wasn’t really love,” (YN) replied. “Then there is someone else out there who is going to understand you, and you’ll be able to work through your problems with them, and you’ll make time for each other and understand when you just can’t. But at the end of the day all that will matter is that you love each other. And then that’s your love.“

Ryan looked up at (YN), her eyes were trained on the table between them. He didn’t know what to say, not because he didn’t believe it, but because of how she said it. Her voice wavered like she was nervous but she spoke with a conviction that made him believe every word.

“Thanks,” he said softly, and she looked up.

“I’m gonna go get a coffee, I’ll be right back,” she said, finally letting go of his hand and giving him a quick smile as she got up. When she returned, she also bought a plate of chocolate chip cookies to share. “Nothing helps a broken heart like chocolate,” she said with a smile.

“You sure know how to take care of a broken heart,” he said with a smile as he reached for a cookie.

“Oh, well, sometimes you just know these things,” she said with an awkward laugh. What she wanted to say was ‘I’ve been walking around with a broken heart for months while you were with Kaley, and every girl before her since we met. I figured out how to deal with it.’ But she couldn’t say that, not today at least. Today wasn’t about her, it was about making the person she loved most of all feel better.

~

A couple months later, Ryan had finally returned home from tour with Dallon. After taking a few days to sleep and recover from the exhausting travel schedule, he headed out to a party his friend was throwing. As he was hanging out in the kitchen, catching up with some friends, a familiar voice caught his attention. Then (YN) walked into the kitchen.

“(YN)!” Ryan called.

“You are here!” she grinned and hurried over to give him a hug. It had been too long since she had felt his arms around her, and she didn’t realize how much she missed it. “Tell me all about your tour!”

“I already told you almost everything along the way,” Ryan laughed, the enthusiasm and joy on her face made his heart race. Something had changed when he was away on tour. He and (YN) had always been close, but afterKaley had dumped him, (YN) had been there for him more than he had expected. She was supportive and kind and understood when he was late to hang out because practice ran long. He realized how she was always glad to hear from him and listen to how tour was going. He found that his favorite notification had become when she posted a random selfie or sent him a goofy text out of the blue. He had decided that the next time he saw her, he would ask her out, and tonight was going to be that night.

(YN) hopped up on a counter and they started chatting about the last few days of the tour. As they talked, Ryan found himself leaning against the counter next to her and he started to work up his courage for what he wanted to do. After a few more minutes, more people had come into the kitchen and they could barely hear their conversation even though they were only inches apart.

“You wanna go someplace quieter?” Ryan asked, leaning in to her ear. When he pulled back, he had a shy smile that made (YN)’s heart flip.

(YN) had just opened her mouth to respond when someone was calling her name. “Hey! Where have you been all night?”

“Oh, sorry, I ran into my friend Ryan, I’ve talked about him to you before. He just got back to town. Umm, Ryan, this is Chad, we’re going out.” She ended the sentence with an upward inflection, as if she wasn’t sure how to describe the relationship. Ryan could see that she was blushing and averting her gaze from both men.

“Oh yea, Ryan, (YN) never shuts up about you,” Chad laughed, extending his hand for Ryan to shake.

Ryan wanted to say ‘(YN) hasn’t mentioned you once,’ but instead he shook Chad’s hand and smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.”

“We’re gonna go over to Chris’ place, you coming along?” Chad asked.

“Oh, umm,” (YN) looked between Chad and Ryan. The blush in her cheeks started to burn hotter as she berated herself for even taking this long to decide. This shouldn’t be a hard choice; she should go with Chad because she was dating Chad.

“If you wanna stay and catch up with Ryan, that’s fine, I’ll see you later,” Chad said, but the annoyance was evident in his tone. (YN) gave him a tight-lipped smile, and he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. (YN) didn’t even have a chance to close her eyes before she saw Ryan look away dejectedly. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“So, umm, still wanna go someplace quieter?” (YN) asked awkwardly once Chad had walked away.

“It’s up to you,” Ryan replied trying to hide the disappointment he felt.

“Yea, lets go outside, there’s too many people in here, I need fresh air,” she said hopping off the counter, leading the way out the back door.

“How long have you and Chad been going out?” Ryan asked when they sat down on the swinging bench in a corner of the patio.

“Umm, like a month,” she said, staring at the ground in front of them.

“Do you like him?”

“What kind of question is that?” she asked, looking up at Ryan like he was crazy.

“You never mentioned him or anything,” he replied.

“Well you were gone, and he asked me out and it was nice, so we went out some more and here we are,” (YN) shrugged.

“What does me being gone have to do with it?” he pressed.

“Nothing, just that’s when it happened,” she replied, looking back at the ground.

“Are you happy?”

She paused. ‘No because he isn’t you,’ screamed in her head. “Sure.”

Ryan looked at her with his brow furrowed, knowing she wasn’t giving him the whole truth. “Ok. Wanna grab something to drink?”

“Good idea!” She replied quickly, getting up and following him back inside to the party.

~

The next day, (YN) woke up and saw she had a message from Chad.

Can I come over today? We need to talk

(YN)’s stomach flipped as she typed out her response.

Yea, whenever

A few hours later, there was a knock at her front door. “Hey Chad,” she greeted him, trying to keep her tone light and cheerful, but she knew deep down that it was not going to be a good conversation.

“Hey,” he responded much more somberly as he walked in. “We need to talk.”

“Yea, you said that. What do you want to talk about?” She asked leading him over to the couch where she sat down, but he remained standing.

“Us, you, Ryan.”

“Ryan? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Apparently everything. I saw the way you were looking at him when you apparently forgot who you were at the party with. You didn’t kiss me back when I left. You chose to stay with him so you could catch up like you haven’t been texting non-stop everyday the whole time he’s been gone. Did you ever mention me to him? This supposed friend that you talk to all the time, why would you not mention me? Because you don’t want me in your life (YN). You want him, admit it.”

(YN) sat back, stunned. She floundered for the right words to say, but she didn’t want to lie either. “I… I’m sorry, its not like that,” she finally stammered.

“It is, just admit it. If you can’t admit it to me, admit it to yourself so you can stop hurting other people who don’t deserve it. I’m done.”

“I’m sorry,” (YN) squeaked out as Chad slammed the door shut behind him.

~

Ryan had just gotten home from a meeting with Dallon and had barely set his things down when he heard a knock at his door.

“Chad? What are you doing here?” Ryan asked, surprised to see him at his door.

“I just broke up with (YN).”

“What? Why?”

“Because she’s totally in love with you, Ryan. I can tell because last night she looked at you in a way she’s never looked at me. Hell, you didn’t even know I existed until last night and when I said she never shuts up about you, I wasn’t kidding. And I don’t know if you have any feelings for her, but if you do, I think you should go to her now because she’s probably reeling,” Chad said before turning to go.

Ryan watched him leave in stunned silence as raindrops started to fall. The words that were echoing through his head started to register and his heart started racing. He grabbed his jacket and keys and hurried out the door.

~

(YN) was still sitting on the spot on the couch where she had been when Chad left. Her mind was spinning. She felt a little relieved, no longer having to pretend, but now she was alone. What if Ryan didn’t feel the same way about her and she was just going to be alone forever? What if she could have tried harder with Chad, at least she wouldn’t be alone. No. That wasn’t fair to him, he deserved someone who loved him.

She was startled by her doorbell ringing. She didn’t know how long she had been staring into space, lost in her thoughts, but noticing that it had started to rain, she hurried to open the door for the poor person getting soaked outside.

“Ryan,” she gasped when she saw him. Her heart jumped into her throat and she felt her hands start to shake. “What are you doing here? Come in.”

“Chad came to my place and he told me what happened,” he said as he stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He had gotten soaked just from the time it took him to get from his car to her door.

(YN)’s cheeks started to burn red. “Wha-what did he say happened?”

“That he ended things with you, because he thinks you have feelings for…” he trailed off, looking down. “For me.”

(YN) felt tears welling up in her eyes and nodded silently, not trusting her voice. He looked up; eyes wide.

“It’s true?”

“Yea,” (YN) whispered. “It’s true. I could never love Chad because I’ve always loved you. I have for years!” The tears started to spill down her cheeks. He reached up and tried to brush them away, but his hands were still wet from the rain and just left her cheek wetter than before. They both laughed lightly, but he left his hand lingering against her cheek. Then Ryan leaned down, his lips capturing hers as she reached up and ran her fingers through his wet hair. His other hand slid around to her lower back and he held her against him. When they pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I came here because I love you too, (YN). Back when Kaley broke up with me, you told me that there would be someone else who loved me more, that they would be my one love and I want it to be you (YN). I want you to be my one love.”

“It will always be me,” she replied softly before their lips met again.

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[zombiiesque]

Nocturne Alchemy Halloween 2019 - Part One

Originally published 10/8/2019

Hey y'all, and happy Halloween month! October is, bar none, my favorite time of the year, even though it's a little ridiculously hot here in Florida. It took me forever to decide what I wanted, but I finally picked up some treats from Nocturne Alchemy's Halloween 2019 release, and I want to share my thoughts on those, and maybe cover briefly what I have that appears in the Resurgence section, as well. So let's dive right in, shall we?

What did I wind up choosing? A pretty good selection, having tested everything, I don't think there's a single one that isn't going to work! I picked out Pirate's Rum for Jody, but I haven't tested it on him yet, so we'll skip that for now. The rest of what I got was Blood, Blood Queen, Blackout, Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, and The Mummy Returns - as it turns out, I have an aged bottle of that, so I'm probably going to swap my new bottle. They sent me Mummy's Spirit as a prize from a contest I won on the business page on Facebook, and the free sample was the brand new PC scent, Halloween 2020. That's a pretty exciting set!

Blood – Kashmir (Studio Limited), Pipe Tobacco accord, Caramel Oudh (NA Studio), Black Patchouli leaves, Palo Santo essential oil, Italian Bergamot, Italian Pine resin, Frankincense Resin, Myrrh wood and Bastet’s Musk. Oh, this is intense. It's almost a little scary, and these are notes that are right in my wheelhouse. That was my first thought when I put this on my skin - but then it warms and melds, and ooooof - it's captivating. Apply this lightly - a little goes a very long way. Right away, I get the palo santo, and then it sort of melts into this caramel oudh and tobacco. I love NA's tobacco, and I don't have much of it, so I really, really wanted this one. I'm getting almost a leather feel at first, but that stage doesn't last very long. If I sniff really hard, I can pick out the pine, Kashmir (a deep red musk), patchouli, and resins while it's still wet. Once it starts drying though, as I mentioned before, it really all melds together. It's got a slightly unisex feel, and I really want to try this one on my fiance, I think it would be amazing on a man. But he is going to have to share it, if he likes it - I love this entirely too much to give it up. Oh my gosh, it's so dark and sexy, I can't stop huffing my wrists. This is an inky fall night, the moon up high and bright in the sky. There's a chill in the air, but a huff of smoke from someone's pipe - and there's a bonfire in the distance. You're wrapped up nice and warm though. And holy bats do you smell amazing. It lasts quite a while, too. I got a solid 10+ hours out of it. I kept catching whiffs of it that had me trying to figure out what it was before I remembered what I was wearing. Yeah, love this one.

Blackout – NA Chypre accord (labdanum, oakmoss, lavender, patchouli and neroli), Jasmine Absolute, NA Oudh, Bastet Amber Absolute, Mandarin, Clove and Amber accord. Blackout is a stunner of a chypre. This is darkly gothic, and it feels almost....dangerous. Hah! I love it. Chypres are an interesting group for me, most of the time I love them, but sometimes there's a floral that can turn up a little weird on my skin? That's definitely not happening here. If you took a look at the notes and were worried about the jasmine, mandarin, or clove - I spent a full two days with Blackout, and I'm just not able to truly pick them out. When I first put it on, while wet, there's a slight hint of a spicy floral, but it just melts into something deeper and darker so quickly, I can't get a handle on what the florals would be. This is just so smooth and sophisticated. If Blackout was a True Blood character, it would be Eric. Hah! I'm not sure if I could pick out my favorite between this, Blood, and Blood Queen, as I love them all - they're wildly different - but I think if I were pressured, it would be Blackout. The oakmoss is perfection here, I find it to be the most noticeable note in the chypre accord. Since that's a particular favorite of mine from NA, I'm happy to see it star here. This is so starkly beautiful. There's almost a coldness here, but it's drawing me in - it's very appealing. I think that Blood and Blood Queen are very warm scents, but Blackout is just .... chilly.

Blood Queen – Wild Black Currant, Cemetery Musk, Santalum White (Studio Limited), Kashmir (Studio Limited), Black Musk, Blood Wine accord, Black Violet and Lilac essence. Blood Queen is just so purple and wild! I had a hard time choosing what I was going to order to go along with Blackout and Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat. I finally settled on Blood, but I kinda was looking hard at Skeletonic, as I adore woody scents - I might have to go back for it, but the notes for Blood Queen just kept pulling me in. This is definitely a me scent, and so I plopped it in my cart and didn't look back. I think I expected the Kashmir, which is a deep, sexy, rich red musk, to kind of be the star here. And it's here, don't get me wrong. Kashmir and Black Musk are not musks that will ever be described as shy, but though I get both of them, they're playing so well with the other notes - like a dance. It's mesmerizing. On my skin, the wine and Cemetery Musk play supporting roles. There's a sweetness and fullness that they add to Blood Queen. Primarily, though, this perfume is a fruity floral musk - and a stunner. This is a come hither, slinky, sultry, masterpiece. Not shy, even a little bit. The blackcurrant is juicy and sweet - it's a good counter for the dark florals of violet and lilac. I usually avoid florals, but I really like how they play darkly with the musks and fruit. If Blackout is Eric, I'm calling Blood Queen Pam. *wink* It lasts forever on my skin, too. A solid 8 to 10 hours!

Mummy’s Spirit – Green Matcha Tea, Violet, Egyptian Blue Chamomile Essential Oil, Egyptian Papyrus essential oil, Egyptian Musk and Egyptian Red Musk and NA Limestone Amber. This was the bottle that I won in a contest NA had on their business page, and they picked out for me. I actually was kind of drooling over the description of it already, because I do love that papyrus note, and their green teas. Naturally, I love this one. It's bright and fresh and crisp, and the green tea is gorgeous here. It's been so, so hot here in Florida - we're missing fall by a long shot. This is a great transitional scent - I can definitely see wearing it as it gets colder, but I wore it a few days in a row when it was over 90 degrees and it was lovely then, also. This is a lighter scent - it needed a couple of applications throughout the day, but I suspect the more it ages, it will get a little more longevity, because I've noticed that's a pattern with scents that start out lighter from NA. Just worth mentioning it as something to be aware of, in terms of a review. For me, I don't mind reapplying - I usually take scent with me wherever I go. But I'll be looking forward to see how this one is going to play out with age, as I already love it. It's quite different from the others that I chose myself, but it's definitely something I'll be reaching for often. I don't get a lot of the violet, so it must be a background note. The chamomile lends a light herbal tone, adding to the overall "green" feel of Mummy's Spirit. I don't get a lot of the violet, but I think on my skin it adds a softly sweet contrast against the green, herbal feel of the tea and chamomile.

Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat – Golden and Black Patchouli essential oils slow-drip blended into our Bourbon Vanille Absolute, Sugared Vanilla pods with hints of Oak and Hinoki wood. This one was my first choice - I knew absolutely I was going to get it. And it was an instant win, right out of the mailbox. This is warm and cozy, but at the same time, dead sexy and darkly slinky. The slightly boozy vanilla against the patchouli is perfectly balanced - and I am totally getting the oak and hinoki wood, so that's really awesome, I was hoping I'd be able to smell that in the mix! I feel like the woods really help keep that balance here, because the Bourbon Vanille is quite a rich note, along with the sugared vanilla. The long drydown on this is an almost spicy, plush, slightly narcotic vanilla, balanced with a dark, resinous, herbal patchouli. This isn't your hippie grandma's patchouli scent, by a long shot. This is elegant and polished. It would be a great date night scent - but at the same time, it's cozy and inviting, and I'd wear this to go stomping in the fall leaves in a sweater and jean jacket. I'd also wear it to dinner with my guy. If you were even thinking about Vampire Bourbon Patchouli Bat, do yourself a favor - go pick it up. Yesterday. Word in the fan run Facebook group, the House of NA Tent, is super positive - I think it's the fan favorite of NAlloween 2019.

You know what? I've been thinking about it. I think Blood would be Alcide. *wink*

Edit: At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to throw a blanket statement out for all of these - I cannot wait to see what they're going to be like with some aging. I accidentally bought a bottle of The Mummy Returns, and I already had one from last year. The fresh bottle is truly a gorgeous scent, but that aged bottle? Wow. So just bear that in mind, my impressions are from bottles I've only had about a week. It's going to be fun to revisit them next Halloween!

Okay, that's going to wrap it up for today. I'm going to go ahead and do a second half, and cover Halloween 2020 (YESSSS) and the Resurgence that I have, including my beautifully aged bottle of The Mummy Returns. The Resurgence reviews are posted here, if you would like to take a look! Thanks for joining me, y'all!

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Feyre when she starts to find herself again and build a life for herself in the Night Court (ACOMAF)

It's a new day, in a new land, and it's waiting for me.

Here I am.

Feyre getting the hell out of Spring and making the journey back to Rhys and the Night Court (ACOWAR)

I know the road is long, but where you are is home.

#someone started posting about Spirit today and I haven't been able to get it out of my head #banger of a soundtrack #bryan adams and hans zimmer didn't have to go that hard for a kids movie #but they did #for us #and we are blessed #feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #acotar #acomaf #acowar #feysand stan #they will forever have my heart #Spotify