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subliminalbo · 2 months

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This story is a companion to Assimilation #4: Night Sounds

Days later, Nina still couldn’t believe what she’d seen at her sister’s apartment. She played the moment over and over in her head until she convinced herself that none of it could be real. Soon, the strangest details of that night retreated like so many forgotten nightmares. But even as the images faded, the feelings lingered. The initial shock when she opened the door to find the nude bodies of her sister and her roommates bathed in the moonlight, the sudden arousal when Gabrielle and Allison turned their attentions to her, and the unimaginable dread that that feeling filled her with.

At night, Nina had to bite down on her shirt to stifle her moans. She whimpered as her fingers glided over her throbbing clit, mere feet away from her sleeping roommate Chloe.

Nina had masturbated before, but never this frequently, never so obsessively. She loathed herself for it. Chloe smuggled a new boy into their dorm every other night. "Call me reductive," Chloe had once said to Nina with a shrug. "But sometimes a woman's just a set of holes that need to be filled."

God, Nina needed help before she ended up just like her.

"I think you're holding something back, Nina," Dr. Fielding said with a sharp click of her pen.

She was more intimidating than Nina had expected. A head taller, with these intense, dark eyes that burrowed through her as she spoke.

Nina hugged herself as she spoke. "I told you everything I saw. I walked in and they were just there, all three of them..."

"Why do you think it had such a profound effect on you?"

"It didn't," Nina squeezed herself tighter. "I mean, I just never thought my sister would ever take part in something like that. It just surprised me."

"Seeing your sister in the act of sex with her friends shook you to your core," Dr. Fielding observed. "Obviously you have a great deal of respect for her, but I think there's something deeper here that we're not accessing."

"I can't think of anything," Nina insisted.

"Maybe we should try a different approach." Dr. Fielding said. "Hypnosis can be effective in retrieving buried or damaged memories."

Nina was skeptical, but she deferred to Dr. Fielding's experience.

"I'm going to breathe deeply in, and then deeply out. I want you to match my pattern."

"Okay," Nina replied slowly. "I'm not very good at stuff like this."

"Don't overthink it," Dr. Fielding assured her. "Just follow my lead. I'm breathing in...and I'm breathing out...you can close your eyes if it makes it easier."

Nina followed Dr. Fielding's instruction. Her shoulders relaxed, her eyes flitted shut. She hated when people told her to "relax," as if relaxation was a state she could simply access. If it were that easy, why would she ever need therapy?

But it was easier once Nina closed her eyes. She simply focused on the rhythmic sound of Dr. Fielding’s breathing. She counted the time between inhale and exhale, eight seconds, and soon she was matching the pattern beat for beat. The world began to slow.

"You’re going to repeat what I say, Nina," Dr. Fielding continued.

"Yes, Dr. Fielding," Nina replied.

"Visualize a space in your mind. A space deep, deep down in the depths of your subconscious, as deep as you can go."

"As deep as I can go," Nina repeated quietly.

"No thoughts can penetrate this space. You are alone here with my voice."

"No thoughts...alone..."

"Now I want you to go even deeper. Find a place where the concept of free will ceases to exist."

"Deeper..."

"Find that place...and drop."

With a click of Dr. Fielding's pen, Nina's head dropped as if an invisible cord that held her together had been severed.

"Can you still hear me, Nina?" Dr. Fielding asked.

"Yes..." Nina's speech was noticeably slower, her gaze obscured by the hair dangling over her eyes.

"Your conscious mind is a liability, Nina. Its motivation is to make order out of chaos. It buries what it cannot comprehend. As long as you let your conscious mind rule you, you'll never truly know your own self. I'm going to help you access your true memories, Nina, but for this exercise I need you to leave your conscious mind down there in that deep, inaccessible place.

"When I click my pen, you'll come back to me completely blank. No thoughts, no will. In this state, you'll be totally obedient to me, do you understand?"

"Totally obedient..." Nina moaned.

Click.

Nina's head snapped back up. She looked at Dr. Fielding with a pair of distant, glassy eyes. A drop of drool fell from her chin to her shirt.

"Remember, Nina," Dr. Fielding exhaled. "No thoughts, no will, no conscious mind. Only truth. So tell me how you feel."

“I feel so…” Nina’s eyes fluttered. Her hand traveled unconsciously up to squeeze her breast. “So…” she began to massage herself through her shirt. "So horny..." She sunk down in her seat, her legs spreading open, the fingers of her other hand tracing desperately along the fly of her jeans.

Dr. Fielding raised a curious eyebrow.

"Well don't let me stop you," she waved a casual hand. "Masturbate. Let all of that tension go."

"Thank you..." Nina moaned. Her lips parted her tongue as she unbuttoned her jeans. Her hand slid under the waistband, fingers dipping into her wet folds. She released a quiet whimper.

Dr. Fielding scribbled a note.

"How often do you feel horny?" she asked.

"All the time," Nina gasped. Each jolt of pleasure carried her even further from her conscious mind. "Since that night..."

Dr. Fielding leaned forward in her chair. “The night of the orgy,” she said. “Why does it scare you so much? Why are you afraid to explore your body, Nina?”

“Because…” Nina moaned. “This isn’t me. These aren’t my thoughts…aren’t my feelings…It’s…” A sharp cry escaped her lips as the first orgasm took her. “It’s the Voice! The Voice, it...it changed me...”

Dr. Fielding tapped her finger on the arm of her chair, she shifted her crossed legs, let loose a soft, imperceptible sigh. "Can you take me there, Nina? Can you show me what you really saw that night?"

awaken

The sound snaps Nina's eyes wide open. It's so loud that it drives her up from the couch. She knows that what she had heard was a scream, but...

"Stop," Dr. Fielding says.

Nina blinks. She's back in her sister's apartment, back in that night. It’s as if she’s waking from a long dream. She isn’t alone this time. She can hear Dr. Fielding’s voice somewhere on the surface of reality.

"Memory is imperfect," Dr. Fielding explains. "Yet it's the primary source with which we document our experiences. Each time we access a memory, we lose a part of it, change it in some way. Think about how you remember this night, then focus on the moment we're in now. Count the differences. Let's start there."

"There's nothing different," Nina insists. "It's the same dark living room, the same eerie silence, the same..." she pauses, noticing a cluster of voices outside the window. A distant thump, thump, thump of dance music.

"There was a party next door," Nina remembers. "It was so loud when I was falling asleep that I tossed and turned for an hour. But when I woke up, everything was silent. I mean...I remember silence."

"That's very good," Dr. Fielding says. "And now that we know that one part of your memory is wrong, we have to assume that any part of it can be. Do you agree?"

"Yes..."

"What else?"

"I don't...I..." Nina's eyes widen as the sounds of the night come back to her. "It wasn't a scream that woke me up. It was a voice."

"There was someone else in the room?" Dr. Fielding asks.

"No," Nina shakes her head. "Taryn had just come home, but she went straight upstairs. I was completely alone in the living room. I think...I think the voice was in my mind."

submit

Nina released a sharp cry as another orgasm washed over her body. Her eyes were closed. She was still in the darkness of that night, but conscious enough to respond to any of Dr. Fielding's questions. Her search for release grew desperate as she clawed at her clothes, tearing her shirt open until her breast was free.

Dr. Fielding watched with hungry eyes as Nina rolled her thumb and forefinger along the ridges of her hard nipple, moaning quietly between her thoughtful responses, “Can’t stop…have to cum…have to cum…can’t stop…can’t stop cumming…have to…have to cum…can’t stop cumming…”

Dr. Fielding’s legs uncrossed, spreading slightly open. She continued with her questioning.

"What did the voice say?"

come

Nina stands before the bedroom door at the end of the hallway.

"I was empty," she says. "I was powerless to disobey. It said 'come' and I followed it upstairs to this room."

"And this is when you cracked the door open to look inside?" Dr. Fielding asks.

"No," Nina shakes her head. "I mean that's how I remembered it, but..."

"Tell me exactly what happened, Nina."

"It's Taryn's room," Nina promptly replies. "I could hear noises behind the door. I remember the squeak of the bed frame. I remember the deep, desperate moans. But I didn't need to look inside to know what was on the other side of the door. The Master had already shown me."

"The Master?"

"The voice," Nina clarifies. "It commanded me to 'enter,' so I opened the door and I found what I already knew was there."

The door swings open revealing the scene on the other side. Three gorgeous, naked young women caught in the heat of mindless, animal sex. One woman is lying flat on the bed with another down low between her legs. The third stands at the side of the bed directing the action.

"The orgy," Dr. Fielding says.

"I noticed Taryn on the bed first," Nina continues. "Allison was the one between her legs. The way her tits swung made me so horny. I've never been attracted to a woman before but watching it, I wanted her. And then there was my sister, Gabrielle. She climbed on top of Taryn. She lowered herself over Taryn's face and began to ride her, and when Gabrielle climbed back off, I saw a black liquid bubbling up from Taryn's mouth."

"A black liquid? You're sure that's a real memory?"

Taryn is still on the bed convulsing in ecstasy as Gabrielle and Allison stand straight up.

"It was the Master," Nina says. "They were changing her. The transformation isn't complete until the Master fills the vessel's body."

Gabrielle and Allison stare forward toward the doorway. The black liquid rolls down Gabrielle's leg. They are watching Nina.

"That's when I heard their voices in my mind. They were pulling me into the room."

"Their voices?"

"Gabrielle and Allison's."

"You could hear their voices in your head now?"

"They are assimilated," Nina says. "They no longer need to speak."

"How did you escape?"

"I came to my senses when I saw Gabrielle's eyes. It was difficult to make out the details in them, the way they glowed in the darkness. But then I realized that there was no detail at all. Just blank, white, inhuman eyes. I knew that this thing wasn't my sister, I knew that if I followed her into that room that I wouldn't be myself when I left it either."

"So you ran?"

"Yes. I ran as fast as I could."

"But what happened to the voice?” Dr. Fielding asks. She’s standing in the hallway next to Nina now. “The one that pulled you upstairs?"

Nina turns her head away from the scene in Taryn's room to look straight at Dr. Fielding. Her eyes are the same empty, white eyes that she just described in her sister’s gaze.

"The Master is still with me,” she says. “Its voice is buried deep, deep down in my subconscious. As deep as it could go."

obey

Sylvia couldn’t hold back any longer.

In all of her studies she had never come across anything like this. Her expertise was in the human mind. She understood the mechanisms by which people could be manipulated by their own desires, how thoughts and memories and desires could be shaped, shifted, and changed. She knew how to make a person drop to their knees in absolute submission.

But she knew nothing about supernatural forces. She didn’t understand the feeling that moved through her when Nina suddenly opened her glassy eyes. She didn’t understand why she’d risen from her chair and torn open her blouse, promptly discarding her clothes as she joined Nina on the couch. Why she pressed her lips to Nina’s exposed breast, rolling her tongue along Nina’s nipple as she imagined the black liquid filling her mouth.

She didn’t understand why she fucked Nina, positioning herself on the couch so that her legs were locked with the young student’s, their slick pussies grinding together as she rolled her hips. She didn’t understand why Nina’s mantra came flooding from her own mouth between deep gasps and hungry moans.

“Can’t stop…can’t stop…have to cum…have to…can’t stop cumming…have to cum…can’t stop cumming…”

"There is no escape once the Master’s voice touches you," Nina droned. "It breaks you, fills you, reshapes you. Everything you’ve ever known, everything you’ve ever dreamed fades away in total desire to obey the Master’s design. We are all vessels. We will all surrender."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Sylvia had lost count of the number of times she’d cum. Her mind flickered in and out like an old television set. She’d been trained to resist brainwashing, but each time she came she cared a little bit less. It felt too good to submit. After dedicating her life to the Submission Principle, her theory that all humans have one thing that makes them predisposed to brainwashing, she’d discovered something far more powerful. Something that defied all logic. And she needed to become one with it.

"I need it," Sylvia panted, her tongue hungrily tracing the outline of her lips. "I need to hear the Master. I need to be broken. I need to be filled." Her eyes rolled back as she came again.

"All life surrenders to the Master," Nina moaned.

"All life…all life surrenders…"

When Dr. Fielding woke up, her mind was her own again.

She found herself naked at the foot of the couch. Nina’s feet were pressed into her office carpet. She sat upright on the couch, awaiting Dr. Fielding’s commands.

Dr. Fielding wasted no more time collecting her discarded clothes and returning to her chair to finish the session. She cleared her throat, tried to regain her strong composure, then said with a slight shake in her voice, "Are you still with me, Nina?"

"Yes, Dr. Fielding," Nina replied coolly.

"I want you to forget about the Master," Dr. Fielding said. "Wherever it is in your mind right now, I want you to find it and let it go.”

“Yes, Dr. Fielding.”

“But,” Dr. Fielding continued. “I don’t want you to forget how it made you feel. I want you to remember the uncontrollable lust. Take it, embrace it, let it define you. You’re a young woman, Nina. It’s okay to explore your body. It’s okay to want to suck cock and eat pussy."

"Yes, Dr. Fielding." The validation made the entranced young woman moan.

"Sometimes," Dr. Fielding said. "A woman is just a set of holes that need to be filled. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dr. Fielding. I am just a set of holes that need to be filled."

Dr. Fielding bit her lip before she continued. "I want to meet with you again next week. I want you to tell me all about how you apply this new perspective. You won’t disappoint me."

"I won’t disappoint you, Dr. Fielding."

Nina was still in trance when the session ended. Dr. Fielding called down to her secretary to request a change of clothes for the young woman. Before she let Nina go, she left her with one final direction to forget the content of their session together.

Nina's conscious mind returned to the sound of the office door swinging shut behind her. She didn’t question the new pair of clothes or why she left the session in such high spirits. After all, isn’t therapy about getting your mind right?

As Nina exited the Psychology Department building, she thought about how sometimes she was just a set of holes that needed to be filled. At the bus stop she dialed the number of her chemistry TA.

"Hey, David," she smiled into her phone. Just the sound of his voice made her pussy ache. "I’m sorry for bothering you outside of class. I was just wondering if you’d be interested in meeting me for some tutoring tonight?"

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #hypno story #series: assimilation #oc: sylvia fielding #oc: nina peerman #hive mind

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belovedblabber · 2 years

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I wanted to send an ask but I did't want to bother you, but since other peeps did that might shoot my shot. In the poem he says that when the time comes (the second resurrection most probably) he'll lie down beside A.L and die. In the dream, he says to Harrow that the Tomb is his self preservation in a box and that the apocalypse is the death of God(he was talking about the second resurrection). He needs Alecto to do it, and they are connected so if she dies he dies and vice versa.1/2

Does he (and Alecto) have to die for the resurrection to happen? Or they can pull a Paul? John wanted to be used and consumed by Alecto after all. Also this implies that he has been suicidal for ten thousand years but that's another matter entirely. I love your John metas so I thought you could offer some insight about the use of the word "die" in the poem? If I'm bothering you I apologize tho,,, 2/2

OK I am FINALLY getting around to answering this. And you are not bothering me at all, I LOVE getting asks like this

I had honestly not thought about the possibility of John and Alecto pulling a Paul ('pull a paul' is also my new favorite wording to describe that moment thank you)

That's super fascinating as a concept because in theory I feel like, if Cam and Pal were able to do that, John should be able to as well? On the other hand we still don't know a lot about the particulars of John and Alecto's situation and if there are specific limitations or weirdness tied to their particular bond (seeing as the soul of the entire earth might be a different situation than two normal human souls).

The use of the word die in the poem at the start of NtN is super interesting. The way it is very seamlessly integrated in next to sleep ("Lie down beside you; die; and sleep the night") the way it is composed leaves some ambiguity over whether this reference to dying is metaphorical in some sense, or literal. In reference to his 'killing' Alecto at the lyctor's request John says that he "switched her off." Could John hypothetically lay down beside her in this same sort of 'sleep' state? No clue, a this point there are so many questions about the logistics of how this all works.

The wording of the NtN poem also makes me thing of Augustine's statement to mercy right after she kills John (the one culminating in "my bones will rest easy next to your bones.")

Both sentiments, the poem's and Augustine's speech, feature that idea of starting over, albeit John's being more ominous, and also based in vengeance and the idea of a 'clean slate' ("empty's just another word for clean," "first-draft dream" etc.) And like I said, John's sentiment here is also based in his rage and desire for vengeance/retribution ("When everyone who fucked with me is dead.") I think that the way John's sentiment here contrasts with Mercy/Augustine's desire for regrowth in a home "not paid for with blood" is very interesting (I also find that line interesting in what "paid with blood" implies about how much Mercy and Augustine know about what happened in the past). But anyway, I just think it's neat how if you contrast John's sentiment with Mercy/Augustine's here it really does highlight the degree to which C—'s "John you care less about being a saviour than you do about meting out punishment" is such a telling and accurate character read on John's state of mind as he descended further and further into that anger and helplessness in the backstory (a state of mind that you have to imagine has only grown more entrenched over the past ten thousand years).

Staying on this topic, in his final conversation with Harrow John very much showcases this idea of a clean slate etc. "You can wash things clean. That's all the end of Earth was...making things clean. It gets dirty again, you clean it again." I know I'm not pointing out anything profound here, but I do just think this idea of a clean slate, of starting over, is pretty key to John and what John's actions might be in AtN. And of course he is not set on this course of action, he has the whole bit about "I wouldn't be able to touch them" and the tomb being his "self-preservation in a box." Aka we see these two sort of conflicting desires in John, and I feel like we are likely going to see this be a key aspect of AtN

But anyway, I really do find it interesting to compare and contrast the NtN poem and John's musings to Harrow at the end of NtN with Augustine's speech in HtN. The NtN poem references pulling up the sheets, lying down, dying/sleeping etc. And then you have the poem's "Forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long; Our graves will be less deep, our lies less true" from the poem, compared with Augustine's "Then let us not seek out forgiveness, but forgetfulness," he said, "Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We know that was the only hope we ever had—that we would live to see it through...and pray for our own cessation."

I don't have anything eloquent to say on these parallels at this point, but I feel like there's something there. These ideas of laying down, of resting/dying, of a new start. Both of these sentiments have those ideas in them, but within different contexts. Augustine's speech is a desire for regrowth and healing and a new start, even if he and Mercy won't get to live in that new home where "flowers will die on necromancy's grave" (god i love that line). In contrast, the NtN poem and John's statement to Harrow is pondering a wiping clean, a starting over in a biblical flood sense. The idea of discarding a "first-draft dream." There's also the ambiguity of what this 'wiping clean' would do to John. Would it entail some form of cessation for him, and that's why he wouldn't be able to "touch them," or would he continue to exist (I feel like "I can start over" does sort of imply that he would continue to exist, as does the referencing the biblical flood, but idk. I also have to wonder how far this wiping clean would spread, and what exactly would it entail. Just the solar system? etc.)

The line "In the appointed hour I'll pull up your sheets. I'll kill the light, Lie down beside you; die, and sleep the night" also to me seems like it may be referencing very specifically what the wiping clean might entail. Which I suppose is the answer I've been working to for this question dfghj. Does "killing the light" mean that to do this wiping clean he would kill (or you know, re-kill) the sun? Would this wiping clean mean killing the sun, wiping out the nine houses, then lying down and 'dying' next to Alecto? Does "sleep the night" reference a permanent death/slumber, or something more temporary (just for "the night") etc. I am just asking questions, not answering them I know sdfghj. The start of the poem says the morning is "When everyone who fucked with me is dead. When everyone we loved has gone or fled." And he promises to wake Alecto when that has happened. Would this wiping clean accomplish that? A lot of this depends, I suppose, on if his wiping clean would just destroy the nine houses and not be a wider scale thing (his mentioning that he hasn't done it because "I can't bear the idea that I wouldn't be able to touch them—that they'd still be out there" implies a lack of totality in this wiping the slate. Although alternatively it could be taken to mean that his plan would involve some form of cessation on his part, which would thus mean he could no longer have the ability to "touch them"). Would John's desire be to wipe clean the state, then lie down next to Alecto and sleep/die? And if so, would this me permanent, or would this involve a waking down the line? And I mean then I am not even properly looking at the whole "self-preservation in a box" and "death of God" thing. I realize I have been real time ranting here about the specifics of this poem, but not getting into heavily considering those lines and what they mean for all of this. I have become entirely incoherent at this point I know, because there's just so much to think about here and so many ways to read that poem (and then of course the ending but referencing graves "less deep" and lies "less true" also brings in questions and various ways to read this all.

But ANYWAY, to try and return to the meat of your question vis a vis do John and Alecto have to die for the resurrection to happen, my unsatisfying answer is, I don't know. Aasdfgh. I am sorry, I know this turned into an incoherent and messy badly done literary analysis, and for that I DO apologize, but this question ended up bringing a TON of questions, ideas, and thoughts into my head (as you can I am sure tell by the fact that I went off on novel length semi-related tangents). I am sure I am likely at points doing some wonderfully clumsy misreadings or misinterpretations. Forgive me on this front, I'm very sleepy.

As a final note, this also just reminded me of conversations I've had with my partner where we discuss speculation about what John's final fate might be. I really don't see him being anything like some traditional final boss fight, that just seems both antithetical to his character, and also just not really fitting the narrative that Tamsyn Muir has been building here. Although what do I know? But yeah, I feel like John's end will be something tragic in a very Greek tragedy sense. Is this final tangent related to my above tangents? Loosely. This entire response is like seeing adhd going wild inr eal time (because that is in fact what it is).

ANYWAY, thank you SO MUCH for sending me this ask, and please please never think it's a bother for me to get these, I LOVE this sort of stuff. Hopefully my reply was, at the very least, interesting, even if it didn't do a particularly great job of answering your actual question

Anyway thank you for coming to my TED talk, and when I finally answer the other Jod ask in my mailbox, I am sure I will go on another wild spiral (I am rereading a Tamsyn Muir short story to answer that one, let nobody say that I don't commit).

#the locked tomb #john gaius #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth #augustine the first #mercymorn the first #tlt #ntn #ntn spoilers #htn #I know i over-tag things I am sorry sdfghjk #y'all if anybody has more john asks do not hesitate to send them they give me little bursts of joy in between my grad school struggles

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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Oh, gods, here we go again.

Walked over to talk to the blacksmith and the conversation got real weird, real fast:

"Welcome, adventurer! I take it you're new to Rivington. No doubt you came here to choose from my fine selection of weapons? Yes, I seem to have it all. Clubs, swords, maces, bows. Cutting and gutting galore. Why don't we see if we can find the perfect weapon for you?"

Hector considers explaining the fists thing again, but then just shrugs agreeably. "How will you know my perfect weapon?" he asks.

"I provide a personalized service for my customers, to make sure the weapon I choose is the perfect fit," the blacksmith says cheerfully. "Tell me..." His jovial tone never wavers. "How do you like to kill?"

Hector stiffens at once, almost offended by the question. He has never liked to kill; it's a miserable business and if he never had to do it again he would be perfectly content. "I don't see what this has to do with me buying a weapon from you," he says coolly.

"Oh, it's all part of the service," the smith answers brightly. "Everybody answers." He leans forward with sudden intensity. "Go on. Tell me how you kill."

Hector's jaw sets with irritation at this casual tone for such a subject. "Quickly and efficiently," he says, eyes narrowing. "I don't want anyone to suffer."

The smith gives him a slow, broad smile. "Come... we're all friends here," he says. There's a distinct edge to the cheerful voice now. "No need to pretend you don't like to twist the knife." He leans closer, his voice lowering. "And when you kill someone... what do you feel?"

Hector feels a sudden chill, a prickling up the back of his neck. A suspicion... [CLERIC OF SELUNE] "Reflective," he says, the words sticking in his throat. "To kill is a profound act, one that should not be taken lightly."

The smith nods with a wide smile. "Killing holds no fear for you, does it? You understand what it takes, and what it gives."

He steps closer still, his face almost nose to nose with Hector. "One more question, if you'll humor me..." he says, and his voice drops to a cold whisper. "Do you think you could turn your weapon on those closest to you?"

The chill turns to a sudden feeling of profound dread. Hector is no fool; it's obvious now what's going on here, and yet he feels frozen, unable to move, to break from the conversation, barely even to answer.

"I would *never* kill someone I cared about," he snaps, forcing the words out like the crack of a whip.

The smith laughs, and there's no humor in it now. "You'll do so much worse," he whispers, "by the time I'm done with you."

The transformation is quicker this time, a twisting snap of undulating bones.

"Still rolling in the muck, I see," Orin croons with that maniacal grin that is becoming all too familiar. "Gortash knows you are coming. Knows you have the Bone Lord's stone. Do not let him hiss hot air into your worm-weakened brain."

She steps forward, rests a hand lightly against Hector's chest. He feels a death chill in her palm, but he can't move. It's a sort of bewildered, fascinated terror - the fear of her, yes, but also of everything she represents, the mystery and the danger. He is less afraid of her being in front of him than he is of what she will do when he cannot see her.

"He'll find your weaknesses," Orin goes on. "Stick a knife in the cracks and prise you apart. Unless you get him first." She smirks. "Remember - his throat spits lies, but my blade carves the truth. You will read it on your skin soon enough."

She vanishes, abruptly, twisting a ring on her finger and disappearing in a burst of red light. Hector finds himself suddenly able to move again, to breathe, though his heart is still thundering.

"She's toying with me," he gasps out, angry and humiliated and very afraid. "What does she want?"

If his companions have anything to suggest, they don't have a chance to voice it before they're interrupted - by the smith again, the real one this time.

"You!" he bellows. "Try attacking me when my back isn't turned, you bloody coward!"

...Great. That's a whole other terrible layer to this. Not only is Orin toying with them, not only could she take the place of any of them... but she can pretend to be them to others, get them in trouble, ruin their reputation...

This is too much, Hector thinks faintly. It's too godsdamned much...

"I didn't attack you," he says firmly. "I've been out here the whole time."

"Don't dare lie to me. I saw you with my own eyes, grinning at me like some bloody imbecile. I'm going to knock that smirk right off your face!" the smith snaps.

Hector fully believes he could take this man on if the situation required it - but he doesn't want to. The last thing he wants to do is cement the image Orin is apparently trying to sow of him being a deranged, violent criminal. Instead, he considers for a moment, and then points out, [MEDICINE] "Hallucinations. Irrational anger. These are symptoms of a serious head injury."

It's not exactly a lie, and he isn't entirely sure if he expects the point to work. But the man blinks and thinks it over, and then nods wearily. "You're not wrong. Feels like my brain's been drawn on the anvil." He scowls, waves a hand. "I need a bloody drink. Go on - clear off. I've seen enough of your face today."

Hector considers telling him the drink probably isn't great for a head injury either... but he's got other concerns he needs to worry about, anyway.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #ok legitimately this is such a creepy little conceit and i love how it's ending up playing

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Chapter 14

I Love You

The Vibe:

ALABAMA SHAKES| SOUND AND COLOR LYRICS

I find myself walking in Kissena park, the same park where I was buried. I know this is a dream for 2 major reasons, 1 being, I don't ever come back here. Something about here makes me feel a profound sadness, something I can feel deep in my soul; I usually avoid this part of town as it's too much for me to handle. My 2nd reason is that the sky was filled with a blue and purple hue, not something we usually see here in New York. As I walk along the trails of the park I find myself walking toward the lake where I was found at.

I decided to sit at the edge of the lake and watch the water ripple as I drag my hand along the top of the water. The city streets weren't booming with music and laughter as usual; It was quiet and peaceful.

"My, how beautiful you've become." I hear a woman say behind me. I turn to look at her and it was my mother. She was barefoot and dressed in white robes, her face was so similar to mine, it threw me off; but unlike myself, she looked content and at peace, there was no worry or pain written in her face like that flashback I saw of her.

Without saying a word to her I just stand and hug her, "Mom" I whisper and begin to softly cry

She holds me tightly rubbing my back, "My sweet child, I'm here now." I cry in her arms for a good 5 mins before I spoke up.

"Sorry for the waterworks" I chuckle nervously and pull away," I don't know what came over me."

"Don't apologize for releasing your feelings, my love. It's good for you, you really should do that more often. You bottle up everything, ever since you were little."

"I wouldn't know, perks of being an amnesiac" I laugh initially but then pause, "I mean no disrespect, but how would you know mom? You died..."

"Death is not the end child." she says holding the side of my face, "I've been there with you, every step of the way. Watching over you, here in the ancestral plane" She replies

"Ancestral Plane? Here? We're in it right now?" I ask and she nods "How am I able to be here? I didn't eat the heart-shaped herb "

"You're a sorceress Millaenyia, you have always been able to access this plane" I just look at her trying to process as she continues, "The Astral Dimension is made up of several planes that correspond to different afterlives. Asgardians to Valhalla, Ennead to Duat, and Wakandans to the Ancestral Plane. As a sorceress and especially as a direct descendant of Ayesha, you can easily travel here just as you breathe air."

"I've been here before, well somewhere similar, with-" I Begin

"Namor's mother" She finishes "lovely woman by the way."

"Oh my god, you've met her?" I ask

"We've become acquainted as of late" She smiles

I hold my head in my hands, "Oh god so you know about my unconscious love spell" I ask

"Yes I do" she laughs, "Oh don't be embarrassed, we both know I've done way worse with my magic." she nervously laughs

I see where I get my humor from

"Too soon" I laugh, "but seriously what were you thinking? Why risk so much? I'm trying not to be negative about this situation but I really could have used your guidance, maybe I wouldn't have ended up buried in a lake with no memory. Which by the way, is truly traumatic." I pause and recollect myself, "I'm sorry I'm not being fair. I'm just lost and confused and I need my mom"

"Don't apologize, you're my child and I failed you. That's a simple fact. With the combination of grief and the black magic from the Darkhold, I was lost and consumed by my pain. I am so sorry, I should have been there for you, and If I were there you wouldn't have gotten mixed up with Agatha." She pauses and wipes away a tear, "I'd give anything to take it all back, but I can't. What I can do now is help bring back your memories. You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending"

I exhale and chuckle, "C.S. Lewis? Big fan of his Narnia Books?" I playfully question

"I'm dead, what else am I to do? Haunt people?" She jokes wiping away a few tears. " On a serious note though we need to talk about your past." She hesitates and holds my hand, "You buried yourself in that lake and wiped your memories."

"Why?" I ask

"Not my place to say." She sighs.

"Some help you are" I exhaustedly say, "What can you tell me?"

She smiles at me," Come on it's never that easy is it?" she laughs, "The red witch can help you with your memories."

Red Witch? Red? Scarlet Witch?

"Wanda? Strange says she's dead"

"That's what she wants you to think, she's very much alive."

I nod my head, "You mentioned me being involved with Agatha? Who is she ?"

"A very powerful and evil witch; Wanda knows where she is." She replies pulling me into a hug. "I must go now my love"

"So soon? Can I see you again?" I ask suddenly feeling so sad

"Don't worry my child, I will always be here to talk." she kisses my forehead," Study the book of Ayesha. All of your ancestor's powers are in there, learn them. Keep yourself strong sweet girl." with those parting words I blink and find myself in my bed snuggled up with Namor.

The Vibe:

Michael Jackson - Butterflies (Audio)

He was on his back and holding me in his arms; lightly snoring with every exhale. I was going to try to get up but decided to enjoy his warm embrace. His natural scent was positively intoxicating, his arms were solid and his warm skin was soft and comforting. The way he was holding me made me feel so safe and loved. Honestly, this whole vibe is turning me on. I gently roll on top of him and begin to softly kiss him starting from his chest, dipping down under the blanket to kiss his stomach, and stopping at his hips lingering there for a moment. I feel Namor stirring in his sleep so I decide to start leaving hickies along his V-line while I take my cold hands and slide them up his stomach, effectively waking him up.

"Mmm good morning Ki'ichpan." Namor says, "Something on your mind?" he says uncovering my head from under the blanket.

"Just one thing at the moment," I say gently biting his hip and eventually climbing up and wrapping myself in the blanket as I straddle him.

"Care to enlighten me?" he asks as he strokes my leg

"No" I begin to laugh and shake my head "How'd you sleep?" He begins to answer but stops, getting distracted by me widening my straddle and stroking his dick with my pussy. "What's the matter, daddy? Cats got your tongue?" I ask

Ignoring my questions he rips the blanket out from around exposing me fully and admiring the way I look on top of him. I lean forward and rest my hands on either side of his head looking down into his eyes, "You like what you see?" I say slowly grinding on him and coating his dick with my juices.

"I like what I see and feel," he says as he roughly grabs my hips holding me down and grinding back, "Can you wake me up like this every day?" he asks before I crash my lips to his and fully laying on him; wanting to be as close as to him as possible.

"I think that can be arranged" I laugh, "I want you" I whisper

Without hesitation, Namor takes his dick and positions himself under me allowing me to slowly slide down until he's ball's deep inside me. Sitting up I begin to slowly bounce on him making small claps from my ass hitting his hips. He feels so hard inside of me; with every bounce, I feel him hit my deep sweet spot causing me to moan and pick up the speed. Namor steadys himself by grabbing my sides and begins to match my rhythm under me making him go deeper inside of me. Without realizing it we had doubled our pace, my tits were bouncing up and down with each bounce of my ass. I throw my head back in pure pleasure trying to focus on my incoming orgasm. Namor can feel my walls tighten around him; swiftly he grabs me flipping us over giving himself full control, "Cumming so soon?" He asks thrusting into me with full force, "Finish now and I won't let you cum for a week" he threatens

"I can't," I say in between moans, "You feel so good" I cry out

"You can" He whispers, "Do it for daddy, do it for your King" Not able to respond with words I just frantically shake my head as I try to hold on. Laying his head in the crook of my neck he continues to bury himself in me occasionally moaning and saying small praises under his breath. Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing trying to delay my orgasm; I scratch at his back breaking skin causing him to growl in my neck," Fuck baby" He grabs my neck and lifts looking into my eyes, lightly choking and pounding into me with such force. ," Tell me you're mine" he demands

"I'm yours!" I say matching his energy

"Again!"

"I'M YOURS" I choke out barely holding on anymore

"Oh Fuck" He moans," Cum for me Ki'ichpan," He says burying his head in my shoulder and not letting go of my neck. I moan out once more allowing myself to finally enjoy my sweet release once again seeing stars completely losing myself in this pure ecstasy. Feeling my walls grip Namor's dick forcing him to reach his climax with me. I hear him whimpering in my ear as he releases himself in me, occasionally thrusting deeper and deeper making sure he fills me up fully. With one final thrust, he slowly pulls out and relaxes on top of me allowing me to play with his hair.

"I love you." I softly say

He quickly raises himself hovering over me smiling like an Idiot, "You love me?"

"I do" I laugh

"That's the first time you've said that," he says excitedly "Please say it again" He almost begs

"I love you" I giggle

"Louder," he says kissing me sloppily everywhere

"I love you!" I practically yell to the rooftops

We stay there for a while kissing, talking, and giggling enjoying our morning together in bed.

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I lend Namor a pair of my large old MIT sweats and I'm wearing a simple silk white robe. We sit at the kitchen island eating eggs and bacon for breakfast; This is our second plate, we worked up an appetite this morning. Watching him eat is such a pure site to see, he seems so happy and content and I can't help but feel that too.

"So," he says and pauses, "Are you okay? With everything with your mother I mean."

I take his hand and play with his palm before I answer, " I'm a lot better now. I have a lot to fill you in on actually."

"I'm all ears" He smiles

"It would be a lot quicker if I show you. Do you trust me?" I say smiling at him

"Of course"

I place my hand on his cheek and hold his head to mine using my memory transference to show him what I saw happen to my parents, what Steven and I found out from my family books, last night's conversation, and leaving my conversation with his mother for last. I pull away from him still holding his cheek, "You're mother is a lovely soul, I can see where you get it from" I say smiling at him

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream? Not that I doubt your gifts, I just want to be sure." He says reluctantly.

"I'm pretty sure. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." I say

"You apologize too much." He says smiling at me, "She was beautiful wasn't she?"

"Breathtakingly" I smile

He sheds a small tear; I stand up and make my way around to him and hold him allowing him to fully feel his emotions.

I wonder if he's ever let himself grieve.

We sit there for a while in silence processing our thoughts, "So, you cast a spell looking for me?" He finally speaks up smiling again like a dork

"Of course, that's the first thing you ask." I say looking away embarrassed "I didn't do it on purpose" I laugh

Namor pulls me into a kiss and steals the air from my lungs before asking me, "And who's Steven?"

Completely caught off guard, "A friend, why do you ask?" I say laughing

"You 2 seemed familiar," he says looking into my eyes

I roll my eyes at him, "I've been familiar with plenty of men and women." I position myself in between his legs and whisper in his ear, "Are you jealous?" I ask knowingly poking the bear

"I am a jealous man, I can admit that," he says nipping at my neck, "I don't like the idea of sharing"

I snake my hand in his hair and firmly grab it pulling his head back, "I don't either" He smiles and grabs my ass, starting up round 2

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The Vibe:

Frank Sinatra - Witchcraft

Namor and I have bummed around all day in the apartment, I Introduced him to Netflix so we've spent most of the day watching Hill House; for a strong stoic man he freaks out at the smallest jumpscare. Peter even joined us for a bit before he went to work. After watching episode 5 and tragically finding out who the bent-neck lady was, we both decide to take a much-needed break.

This is the perfect time to find Wanda using a locator spell.

I tell Namor my plan and he sits on the couch closely watching my every move, he was so fascinated by my magic. I clear my coffee table and lay out my map; I then go grab my decorative jar of sand and pour some on the map.

Gotta be creative...

Like before I hold my hand over the map and close my eyes focusing on an image of Wanda I have in my head.

Show me the path that I cannot find, Guide me to Wanda for I am blind.

Just as before a gust of wind flows throw my hand as I open my eyes; the sand had covered the whole map except for Sokovia...

She went home.

"Interesting," I say cleaning up my mess, "Well I know where to start looking I guess."

"Will you be going alone? I can come with you."

"She's 'The Scarlet Witch', her power is dangerous, especially for non-magic users; I'd be safer if you didn't come, no distractions." I pause and hold his hand, "Don't worry, I won't go alone; I'll bring a friend" He nods satisfied that I won't be by myself, "Well enough of that. What do ya wanna do now?" I curiously ask

"We should go out; I'd like to get to know your city," He says genuinely

"Really?" I ask

"Really" He smiles and repeats

This is going to be fun as hell

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coruscantiscribbler · 1 year

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My brain seems to have switched to creative overdrive…or I have gotten extremely inquisitive 🧐

This is a fair warning to my Artists, Authors, and all -around interesting people (because anyone who is not me is interesting) of Tumblr that The Asker’s Studio™️ is in session!

When last we met, I had intended to ask this set of questions, but the fates (and my keyboard) would NOT have it. We jumped tracks and went to Yularen, instead. (Not a bad thing ❤️)

While watching the new Andor series, I could not help but to think of you, and your fic, We Regret.

For those of you unfamiliar with this fabulous, Rebels (say what you will, that show brought us 6 more Thrawn books) based fic, it has all of our favourites: Kallus, Thrawn, Eli, Yularen, Pryce, Andor, and a host of interesting Original Characters.

A brief overview:

Follows Kallus as the very foundations of his life, and his most precious relationships are twisted and poisoned by his continued loyalty to the Empire. He finds it more and more difficult to silence the still small voice that wants him to question, to doubt but to go from blind loyalty to betrayal is a journey that is neither easy nor quick.

As anyone who is familiar with Rebels knows, Kallus eventually defects from the Empire and joins the Rebellion.

While the series did not include the character of Cassian Andor, you have done us all a favour and corrected this wrong. Andor plays his own pivotal role in your fic.

The questions that were pummeling me as I was watching the series were fast and furious, so I will try to keep it to a low roar. However, as I always remind my guests: you have carte blanche to answer, deviate, expand…or go in a completely different direction from my presentation. All I ask is that you talk, and talk a lot.

The first group of queries concerns, Andor, himself.

When you started the series, was there any urge to edit, expand, or depart from how you presented Andor thus far?

Was there anything about the series/character presentation that you would have changed?

The second set of questions involves your fic as a whole

Was there any desire to change how you were going to present the Rebellion & Kallus’s experiences after viewing the series?

Finally, I am curious how set is the arc of We Regret, are you certain of how it ends and the journey in-between here to there (end)?

I ask this last question, because I have always wondered if authors wake up one morning and totally trash the outline, jump rails, and end up in a completely different place!

Once again, it is my honor and pleasure to take up some of your precious time. Thank you, kindly.

I love your Asks, they are always so insightful and force me to (try) and be equally insightful.

I'm going to start with the last question first. No, I never trash the outline and go haring off in a completely different direction. For me the value of outlining or "breaking a story" as is said in Hollywood, is that I have explored all the dead ends, or seemingly attractive paths that only lead you into a swamp well before I actually start writing. And I plot backwards. I know the end of a story or novel or script before I ever start writing. If I know where I'm going it's very easy to figure out the scenes that I need to get there.

I know exactly how I will end this story, several years after the restoration of the Republic, and I will give away this much -- it won't be on Lira San. As I've indicated elsewhere I could never buy the happily-ever-after ending for a man with this much blood on his hands.

Andor has had a profound impact on me, but only in so far as how it bolstered by own views about the Empire. I have always seen the rebellion as having a dark underbelly because you don't overthrow a government without making some ugly compromises with decency and morality, and Andor does not shy away from that. Neither did Rogue One. One of the first moments in which we see with Andor is him coldly killing an informant to keep him from falling into the hands of the Empire.

I'M GOING TO THROW OUT A FEW SPOILER HERE. SO IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANDOR STOP READING NOW.

The two rebel leaders we see in ANDOR are Mon Mothma and Luthen and they both make some truly ugly decisions in support of the rebellion. Mon Mothma basically sells her teenage daughter to a crime boss so she can keep financing the rebellion. And Luthen in an act of cold calculation doesn't warn a fledgling rebel cell that the Empire is waiting for them because it would compromise his informant inside the ISB. Ugly choices forced on these individuals by the dark times in which they live. Of course the crimes and brutality of the Empire are far worse than the morally grey choices made by the rebels, but none of these people are saints.

I'm going to try to keep that balancing of the light and dark now that Kallus is in the rebellion. Draven is a hard man. He expects his agents to be hard as well, to know they must bury their morals because everyone on all sides thinks they are fighting for the greater good.

YOU CAN START READING AGAIN.

I knew before I ever started typing that it would be Andor who recruits Kallus into becoming a Fulcrum agent. But I didn't want it to be a straight line from crashing with Zeb on the ice moon, asking a few questions and then ringing up the rebellion to ask if he could help. A man as dedicated and loyal as Kallus wasn't just going to throw aside his life and beliefs that easily, so I took him to rock bottom, and had it be a single, simple event, the death of a single young pilot trainee, that was finally too much. The proverbial pebble that starts the avalanche.

I wouldn't change a thing about Andor. I think Gilroy did an absolutely stunning job with the character's development. We first see him as a small time crook, a man with no direction and no purpose. A string of petty crimes, mooching off his friends, sleeping with a variety of woman, committed to nothing. Then slowly, slowly he starts to discover outrage and finally his purpose. It's how I wanted to move Kallus from loyal Imperial officer to rebel spy.

The other point where I found support from Andor was the presentation of family. Throughout the movies the rebels all seemed to have either real or found families, but the Imperials were presented as just two dimensional bad guys. And the treatment of the stormtroopers always offended me. Who were these men and women in the white armor? Wouldn't they have had mother's fathers, siblings, wives, husbands and children? Someone would mourn their passing.

Andor showed us people on both sides of this conflict with families. There is the commandant of the garrison on Aldhani with his wife and teenage son. There is the lieutenant who turns traitor because of a woman. There is Syril and his domineering mother. Mon Mothma has a husband and a sulky teenage daughter. There is the ISB informant who wants out because of his new born child. And of course there is Maarva who saved and raised a child, and whether Cassian knew it or not instilled in him a thirst for justice.

#Rebels #Andor #alexsandr kallus

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utilitycaster · 2 years

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So firstly i feel like you do have some points about Laludna coming back and Vex but it feels to me (and I swear I'm not trying to be mean or anything) that you're kind of over looking a few things. First for laudna, imagine you had a bad friend whispering in your ear for years, they've done horrible things to you and others, but they still stick with you and one day they're just... gone. I thing Laudna's going to have a hard time and have to fight to recover in a way that going to force her to grow more independent.

As for Vex, if it was anyone else from the whitestone rebellion that was tied to Dehlila then i could see her being a bit OOC here. But Laudna was on the sun tree, something she clearly still sees as her fault, and it's not like she's advocating to just bring her back and Dehlila as well, she's saying what she always has "there has to be another way" and I think the reason she's looking so hard for that other way is that maybe she's thinking that she can fix one of the mistakes of her past as she see's it. IDK just some of the things matt said like "So were doing this" "we did this" and "if she's gone, gone gone" really felt like stuff vex would say.

of course everyone has thier own opinions this is just my two cents, I'm really looking forward to next weeks episode :)

Hi anon,

So this is not an attack, it's just me saying "these do not actually convince me at all; you have not really provided any argument, you've just shared your opinions anonymously."

Re: Laudna, the problem is that it's not addressing the many profound plot/build holes I've covered and it's asking me to again, extend credit to a character who's racked up nothing but a giant bill with no real payoff. If it helps: What does Laudna have to offer that a generic new character without the baggage of Campaign 1 and those plot holes and weirdness couldn't? Why should I care more about specifically having Laudna back instead of just having Marisha back at the table?

Re: Vex: why would she be so invested in finding another way? Why Laudna, when her own mother and brother remain dead, and her brother is explicitly dead due to a combination of a debt he entered for her own life, and Delilah Briarwood's actions? We're really in a she said/they said situation here. I'm saying "this does not feel like things Vex would say" and you're saying "this does feel like things Vex would say". Why does it feel like things Vex would say to you? Why wouldn't a more measured "look, I get that Percy was pretty brusque but he is fully justified in his hatred of Delilah, so I am leaving you with Pike to sort this out, and I will give Pike what she needs in terms of financial resources, but if Delilah comes back, well, Percy said what he said" not seem more in character? If it wouldn't, how would you describe how you understand Vex's character and how it might have developed over the past 30 years?

You don't need to answer these questions, to be clear, and you don't need to agree with me - but if you're interested in trying to convince me to agree with you, those are the questions to which I need clear answers (and even clear answers are no guarantee that I will agree).

#answered #Anonymous #critical role spoilers

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fitia · 2 years

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Naruto, obviously!

(I had to rewrite the entire answer bc it didn't send the first time, god)

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you:

the character i least understand

Anyone that isn't in my fave characters circle, so really any Naruto character aside from a select few. Like, if you asked me for example "what would Shikamaru think if Sasuke told him the truth about his massacred clan" I do not think I would be able to answer with confidence, lol

interactions i enjoyed the most

Any of the childhood flashback scenes, especially Itachi and Sasuke's! They were much happier back then, and watching them is so cute. I also like Hashirama and Madara's childhood flashback scenes and most lighthearted Team 7 filler episodes.

the character who scares me the most

Orochimaru, technically. If you'd asked me this when I was like 8 I'd answer the same way but a lot more earnest since he genuinely terrified me back then to the point where I was scared to watch any scenes with him in them. Nowadays I know he's objectively creepy and disgusting but I'm more fascinated with it than terrified.

the character who is mostly like me

I guess Sakura. We were all 12 y/os with one-sided crush once, right?

hottest looks character

Objectively it'd be Sasori and/or Konan. In my heart, tho? Madara.

one thing i dislike about my fave character

I don't really "dislike" anything about Sasuke, honestly. I also don't trust what anyone says about him aside from myself and mutuals I trust. I do recognize he has flaws but I don't really dislike them as in they frustrate me or make me mad, they just make him feel like a more human character.

And I gotta talk about Madara here too because he is by all means also my favourite character now and so: I really find his nihilistic speech really annoying and it's less to do with the quotes themselves than with people taking them seriously. As in treating them like profound, philosophical observations meanwhile I think that he's not technically saying anything that wouldn't make sense from his point of view (or even really incorrect objectively) but he's not really saying anything new or worth marvelling at so I just find it annoying, personally, lmao.

one thing i like about my hated character

Why do I need to say anything nice about Hiruzen, the manga does it for me

a quote or scene that haunts me

I think every time Kishimoto uses symbolism instead of dialogue. I like the stone-skipping motif he used for Hashirama and Madara and literally Sasori's entire character and backstory.

a death that left me indifferent

Asuma. Look, I do not care much for most characters in that arc (except Ino, who along with Chouji take the backseat to Shikamaru in it and like I get it he's the main character in that arc but fucking Naruto got more shine than either of them and he wasn't even supposed to be the main focus there!!!! Come on!!!!!!!!)

I said Jiraiya when I typed this out the first time but I'll be entirely honest with myself his death and monologue while he was dying squeezed at my heart a little... It's fuck Jiraiya, always but... his death was done really well what can I say 😭

a character i wish died but didn’t

Why are the Elders still alive in Boruto like aside from being complicit in egregious crimes, what purpose do they serve

my ship that never sailed

I don't care about any of the canon ships so none of them, lol. I do not remember the last time I read anything and cared about a couple being endgame.

#irishgodfucker #Ask #thanks we should always talk more about Naruto. no one talks about Naruto these days except everyone but seriously no one does

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fledermoved · 3 months

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🌻🌻🌻

Send me a 🌻 and I talk about whatever I want || Accepting

I don't think anyone around here really remembers Hilda, but she was certainly a beloved OC of mine and I do miss her sometimes. Y'know those myths about the maltese tiger / blue tigers? She was meant as one of those, but she was being paraded in a showside circus and subject to mistreatment. Because of poor diet and conditions, her blue-ish fur turned to a more green hue, but she was still a popular act.

Anyway I like to think that once she's freed from captivity and learns how to be a tiger again, her fur returns to blue and maybe she gets herself a gf. Maybe it's Sabor. Who knows really.

pretty venty below so i'm putting it under a cut

I want to dedicate more time to my @ableplay blog but I just haven't had the time to lately. Tbh I haven't had the time for much of anything. Work has been devouring all of my energy and I haven't had the time to do what I love. What little time I do get away, my mind starts developing all of these new ideas that I want to implement or these new muses I want to write... But I know better than to add them, because I already owe so much. It sucks, because then I catch myself feeling like I'm not allowed to initiate these ideas until I get a good handle on what I have on my plate. It's like, a whole thing.

I need to write more, rather than just saying that I will. I need to find energy where there isn't any. I need to make progress in ableplay, and I need to do drafts for all of my blogs. It just feels like there's a lot going on. The main thing I've been feeling lately is exhausted.

I really miss Catface. I think I've gotten over the sort of initial grief sting of it, at least to the point where I don't cry about it, but I feel this profound hole where she used to be. A large part of it is that I just miss having a companion there.

We have another cat, but he wants nothing to do with me. He's my grandmother's cat, and I have a very bad relationship with my grandmother. I don't know if I'm ready for another cat, but I know my sister isn't. Hell, I don't think we can afford having another one.

But I do notice her absence every day. She spent most of the day with me when I was home and now that's over. It's an incredibly sad, incredibly empty sort of feeling.

#ooc #asks #monmuses #munday

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fragilecapricornconfessions · 4 months

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I am hurting. I am hurting so much. I wish I could squeeze my heart into your ribcage so you can feel the pain for a moment. However, I understand that such a thing would be so selfish. I don't want you to hurt at all. I don't want you to be in any pain. I don't want you experiencing turmoil or destruction. It's bad enough that I have to go through these things. It's bad enough that I am alone with my thoughts most of my days, and I am struggling to find ways to cope and distract myself. I can't believe I haven't spoken to you since last year. It feels so unnatural to say that. Why can't you just reach out? Why can't I get the tiniest sign? Why must so many of my prayers be left unanswered? Do you know what I would do right now if you contacted me? I would literally jump with joy. I would stand up and start jumping. My heartrate would increase significantly, and I would put on the biggest smile I am capable of wearing. I will look up at the heavens and cross my chest. I will get down on my knees and express the sincerest form of gratitude to God in heaven. You have no clue how happy I would be and how much hope I would get if I had just the tiniest communication from you. I will accept just a few words. I would accept an emoji. I would accept a reaction to a post. View my story. Do something. Anything. Anything at all. The tiniest sign would have the most profound effect on me. However, I tell myself all the time that if it hasn't happened in eight weeks, what makes me think it will happen now? Would a catalyst be required to initiate some kind of sign or message? Is it something that could happen out of the blue? Is there any point in latching on to hope? Will I eventually make my way out of this dark abyss that I was thrown into? It's so dark in here that sometimes I'm not even sure I'm heading in the right direction. The hues in nature aren't as vibrant as they used to be. The vocals in my favorite songs aren't as melodic as I remember them to be. My favorite foods don't taste as good anymore. I never felt this way before. I suppose this is so because it took you to make me realize what true love is. I never knew what true love was. I always conflated the love I have felt in the past with true love. However, you opened up a whole new dimension of love for me that I never thought existed. I am crazy about you. You always told me how you were obsessed with me. You were infatuated by me. You were so clingy for me. You couldn't imagine going a day without me. You told me you would be devastated if we ever stopped talking. You said all these things to me. I'm not delusional. I remember it all so vividly. I can recall your words with such clarity that there is no mistaking the authenticity of my recollections. With all this being said, I can only imagine how you're feeling now that our biggest fears have manifested. Are you trying to heal? Are you latching on to hope like I am? Are you struggling to cope with everything? Are you accepting what has happened and trying to move on from it? Please tell me you still have hope. Please tell me you still wish to talk to me. Please tell me you still want to see me again one day. I love you. I love you so much. I hate that I can only see you in my dreams or in pictures. I absolutely hate it. It isn't fair to me, and I wish it weren't the case. Some people say that things sometimes have to get worse before they can get better. Why must such stupid platitudes exist in the world? Why can't things just be perpetually good? Why must we always have to prove ourselves to the world? Why must we always have to fight for love and friendship? Why must everything we do be met with some type of resistance? This is not a life worth living. I understand that the difficulty experienced will help us appreciate life more, but at some point, enough is enough. How much hurt must we endure? Why do we have to keep fighting for things that we deeply deserve? It makes no sense to me. I need you. I need you so badly, my love. Please return to me. Please don't surrender. Please don't you dare give up on us.

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pesterloglog · 6 months

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John Egbert, Nannasprite

Act 2, page 420-428

JOHN: um... nanna?

NANNASPRITE: Yes, dear!

JOHN: wow, you scared the living daylights out of me!

NANNASPRITE: Hoo hoo hoo!

JOHN: well, i guess it was a really great prank. good one nanna.

JOHN: anyway, are you REALLY my dead nanna?

NANNASPRITE: Of course, John! I have come back to help you on your journey through The Medium and beyond! I am delighted to see what a fine young man you have turned out to be. Just like your father!

JOHN: ok, i guess i will take your word for it. i don't remember you at all! my dad said i was really young when you died.

JOHN: hey speaking of which, do you know where he is??? i looked everywhere for him!

NANNASPRITE: Your father was kidnapped!

JOHN: oh no!

NANNASPRITE: When you crossed over to The Medium, he was apprehended by the very forces of darkness which your presence here has awakened.

JOHN: what? ok, so what is the medium you are talking about?

NANNASPRITE: It is where we are now! A realm that is a ring of pure void, dividing light and darkness. It turns in the thick of The Incipisphere, a place untouched by the flow of time in your universe.

JOHN: you mean because we are inside a computer, or in the game software or something?

NANNASPRITE: A computer? Why, what is that, dear? Some new fangled contraption, like the horseless auto-boxcar?

JOHN: well, uh, it's like this machine that, uh...

NANNASPRITE: Hoo hoo hoo! Of course I know what a computer is, John! I was just pulling your leg! Hoo hoo hoo!

JOHN: oh, ok.

NANNASPRITE: No, John. You are not inside a computer or software or anything like that! Try not to be so linear, dear. The software that brought you here was merely a mechanism that served as a gateway! Its routines in a way served to invoke this realm's instance, yet it stands independently of any physical machine, and somewhat paradoxically, always has!

JOHN: i'm not sure i get it, but alright.

JOHN: so what do i actually need to be doing here?

NANNASPRITE: I think it would be best if we started with the big picture!

NANNASPRITE: Above The Medium, beyond The Seven Gates, residing at the core of The Incipisphere is a place known as Skaia.

NANNASPRITE: Legend holds that Skaia exists as a dormant crucible of unlimited creative potential. What does this mean, you ask? I'm afraid my lips are sealed about that, dear! Hoo hoo!

NANNASPRITE: But needless to say, where a realm of such profound importance is concerned, forces of light will forever be charged with its defense, while forces of darkness will just as persistently covet its destruction!

NANNASPRITE: And as it so happens, at the center of this realm whose fate is in question, these very forces duel on a stage, stuck in eternal stalemate.

NANNASPRITE: Yes, they have dueled in this manner forever... that is, until you showed up!

JOHN: ME??

NANNASPRITE: Yes, you, John!

NANNASPRITE: Before your mishap with my ashes, you may recall the Sprite's previous incarnation, which resulted from its Kernel's "hatching".

NANNASPRITE: You see, this hatching occurs automatically in response to your arrival! The result is a pair of Kernels, one dark, one light, each carrying the information they were prototyped with before the hatch!

NANNASPRITE: One goes down, to a kingdom entrenched in darkness. The other, up, to a kingdom basking in light! Each comes to rest in an Orb atop a Spire, of which there are three others in kind. The Four Spires are situated above a throne, and these two thrones preside over the two respective Sovereign Powers!

NANNASPRITE: And once the Kernels are situated, that is when the game is afoot. The true war begins, light versus dark, good versus evil.

NANNASPRITE: This is a war that the forces of light are always destined to lose, without exception!

JOHN: wow, really? then what's the point?

NANNASPRITE: That remains for you to find out, dear! For you see, the journey you are about to take is The Ultimate Riddle!

JOHN: whoa!!!

NANNASPRITE: For now, your objective is to proceed towards Skaia, and pass through The First Gate situated directly above your house, not even terribly far! The Gates will become progressively more difficult to reach, so you had better be prepared to sharpen your adventuring skills!

JOHN: how am i supposed to get up there?

NANNASPRITE: You build!

JOHN: ok, i think i get it now!

JOHN: so i guess the battle against good and evil is sort of irrelevant? well, i don't know, that all sounds kind of weird, but in any case, we build the house to get to these gates, and then i can save my dad!

NANNASPRITE: Yes, John!

JOHN: and then after that, we solve this ultimate riddle thing and save earth from destruction!!!

NANNASPRITE: Oh no, I'm afraid not!

NANNASPRITE: Your planet is done for, dear! There is nothing you can do about that!

JOHN: oh...

NANNASPRITE: Your purpose is so much more important than saving that silly old planet, though!

JOHN: and that is?

NANNASPRITE: HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!

NANNASPRITE: John, you are such a good boy! I know you will succeed.

JOHN: thanks, nanna.

NANNASPRITE: You are a good boy, and good boys deserve treats!

JOHN: hooray!

NANNASPRITE: I am going to go bake you some cookies.

JOHN: ...

#homestuck #john egbert #nannasprite #homestuck act 2 #page 420 #page 421 #page 422 #page 423 #page 424 #page 425 #page 426 #page 427 #page 428

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Thoughts on this anons hot take:

mod if you allow me to give my opinion about what anon asked, my impression of Harry's team is that they isolate him a lot. remember irving azzoff saying he was against artists making online shows at the pandemic cause it made them look mortals or something and that's the approach i feel they have with Harry sometimes, not only with fans but also between them, i remember Lambert, Olivia, Harris (?) talking about him on Vogue like he was a fashion god who was redefining gender roles in a totally new way and I already knew people would take out of context and attack Harry for "thinking too much of himself" and not "crediting people who came before" when HE didn't say anything.

I'm sure Harry likes the attention, likes to feel he's on top and is so very loved but the dearest person he is on stage or attentive one when meet fans definitely doesn't match the image tabloids still try to sell of a homewrecker, a womanizer, a bad professional who sleeps with his boss and make the entire crew uncomfortable. it's complicated because by not saying anything, Harry and his team let his story be told by others through lies or half trues. he needs media training/discourse on some subjects or a pr person on his team with knowledge in diversity to help him and check his interviews.

he urgently needs friends outside his employees, normal friends, old friends, it's ok if he wants to protect these people too but isn't healthy that his bffs are all people he's working with, the dynamics are too complex. he doesn't need to be papped or spotted ~organically~ by fans every week. after holivia we pretty much know he can go mia weeks or can choose to walk on the busiest street in town to be seen. i don't know if he should be on social media if it made him so sad and he feels better without it but there's tools and ways to communicate with fans in a less institutional way.

think it's okay to have fun, to be human, to show a biiit of himself, cause Harry IS a great person, kind, smart, funny, has taste and nice opinions but the environment around him is way too controlled and maybe i understand why he would like this way better but someday it'll start to drive people away. cheap tabloid gossip DEFINITELY isn't the way to go though. Harry is - and should be promoted as - more than the people he allegedly hook up with. it's 2023 and fans who can't see him past his looks or his body aren't that interested on his partners either. he has a great fanbase who will be here for him if he decides to take some time off - which he should - and maybe it's time to rekindle with these fans and turn a bit down the gp focused campaigns

Well it does fit the exact definition of a hot take, but I guess I always see a hot take as an opinion that isn’t commonly held as well and I think some of what anon wrote is what a lot of people think and is not some profound new perspective. Maybe it’s just a lukewarm take.

I still find it odd how entitled fans feel. I don’t think he needs media training or should speak out if he doesn’t want to. Maybe the way the media and fans see him needs to evolve not how he handles stuff. I mean I’ve been accused of defending him no matter what before but honestly I don’t think he should be held responsible to act a certain way just because the majority of society says this is how to do things. He’s innately contrarian so not sure why anyone would expect this to be different?

It’s so funny people say this shit as if he wasn’t papped with Ellis or referred to Johnny in a song?Are these not non-industry friends. I think fans need to urgently stop thinking they know him and see him clearly when they very apparently don’t. Almost everything they say has verifiable contradictory proof of the opposite. Funny for a stranger to say what’s healthy for someone they don’t know personally. Ultimately this fan thinks the way they think he should be is the best for him without considering what he wants for himself and that’s what I mean by entitlement. Trust Harry to know himself better than you do, when you don’t know him? It’s the weirdest thing.

Maybe the people who are driven away should be and that’s part of this whole strategy. Who knows? I’m not sure I’d agree he has great fans. I think most are entitled and treat and talk about him in horrifying ways actually. Maybe he doesn’t need to engage with fans in ways they keep demanding but in ways that he feels comfortable with and if they can’t respect his boundaries then they can go be fans of someone else.

That’s my lukewarm response.

#ask box

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This last anon you answered got me thinking about why so many of us keep going back to twitter, even when we openly admit to feeling better after taking long breaks, or call it toxic or are affected by w/e the drama of the week (day?) happens to be. I'm sorry if this seems out of place, but since this is neither the first nor second time you bring up these issues, I figured I might as well share my thoughts here with you.

I can only speak from my own experience, so I'm sure what I'm about to say doesn't apply to everyone. I'm sure a lot of people manage to find great friends over there and enjoy the best that twitter has to offer. In fact, most days I feel like I do a decent job at filtering what I pay attention to over there. But still, there are days, those really bad, depressing, 'the world sucks and I just wanna escape it for a bit' days, when I feel myself being pulled into whatever bad spiral is going on at the moment. Yesterday was one of those, tbh, and I had to stop and ask myself why? Why do I still feel the need to keep going back to a site that more often than not leaves me feeling anxious and upset?

The answer isn't very flattering, tbh, and I might regret sharing this here, but I realized it's not the tweets or the likes or the mentions I'm craving. It's just, you know, somewhere to share my love for these characters/shows with other ppl like me. And that's where y'all tumblr ppl come in and say "why, join us over here where it's calmer and friendlier and slower." I believe you, Leah, because your blog is the perfect example of that. It's such a pure, honest representation of the very best sides of fandom, and you know it's true, since you're always drowning in asks lol. But, damn, it's not quite for me... Maybe it's bc I'm not much of a visual person, so gifs and pictures don't really grab my attention for long? Or, more likely, it's bc it takes time and dedication to shape a blog, and the sheer anxiety I feel every time I decide to put anything out into the wild west that is the internet makes it much easier to do so in short bursts of 280 characters or less. Idk...

Whatever the case may be for other twitter users who, like me, keep using twitter even when it makes them anxious, I have to believe that at least a few of them share my desire for connection. And it sucks that I've been there for months, and the 'friendships' I made are superficial at best. But from the little I gathered from observing other users, many many people feel alienated or left out while 'everyone else is friends with each other'. Some people really are, probably, but it's really hard to tell when we're all 'besties' forever reacting to the latest piece of news that just dropped, be it real or fabricated, don't ya think?

I'm sorry for this rant and for how long it ran... I guess I just wanted somewhere to go a bit more in depth about the seemingly neverending chaos, what with the way it often ends up making it's way to your asks, regardless of your advice to just. not. go. there.

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This is a submission from @unusualcliches

First I want to thank you for sharing this with me friend. I'm really glad you felt comfortable enough to come here and talk bc it's important that we have places where we can say what's on our mind.

And I wanna apologize, bc I was sort of flippant with my comment about staying off Twitter. I wanna make it very clear I don't hold anything against the people who prefer to use it and I'm not actually recommending that no one go there. Everybody is looking for different things and has different ways of engaging and of course people are gonna have preferences, and those preferences are gonna vary from mine, and that's ok!!

We all want community and Twitter does offer that more easily. I said this in a moment that got edited out of the podcast but I can't imagine trying to get started on Tumblr now. I have made some profound, life changing relationships here, but that took work, and time. I've been shaping my blog for over a decade. Starting from scratch now feels like a herculean task and I totally understand why this platform wouldn't suit everybody's needs.

I am not gonna advocate for people continuing to use social media if it's negatively impacting them, if it's generating feelings of anxiety or isolation, but I am also not gonna judge you or anyone for continuing to do so bc we all do things we maybe shouldn't, or that aren't good for us, big or small, all the time. It's human. It's understandable. We see something that we want, that maybe could be good for us, and we keep coming back in the hope that even if it wasn't good to us the last time, it will work out now. I'm not gonna fault you for that.

Twitter has the ability to connect people quickly, easily, openly; it is much, much easier to find people there. But bc it moves so fast, it's hard to make those connections last. There are people there who post these pictures and share these stories and have clearly found their in-group and that's wonderful! But it's rare. It's rare here, too, rare anywhere; it's a needle in a haystack, really, finding the person or persons out of such a big group who will be your people. You send a lot of DMs that don't go anywhere before you find the one that sticks. But bc Twitter is so public, I think we see more of those connections than you see here on Tumblr. On Twitter it's so visible, you see "oh it's possible to find your people here, look they did it" but you don't see all the times it didn't work out. Like Instagram; you're seeing the shiniest parts of people's lives and not the work it took to get there.

All this to say, it's completely understandable that you feel this way, and I won't blame you for going back even if it's burned you before. It's an act of hope, really. I make the choice not to spend a lot of time there, but that's my choice for myself, and it's not up to me to make that choice for anyone else. I hope you do get something good out of it.

#asks #s.vu #e.o asks

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CIX

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Dean, What Do You Want?

(14x01/14x02)

Hi everyone! We arrived to season 14. Is th season I started writing meta, so this is gonna be a resume of all my observations from these two episodes.

This season was the 'what do you want?' season, but it also was the Profound Bond season to me. And you'll see why.

Let's start!

All my metas from these episodes from season 14 can be found here: X , X, X, X. X.

Closing Arcs and the Phoenix Complex

At the beginning of the season, there was a lot of clues that led us to think the show was coming to its end.

The first character showing this, was Sam.

I started to elaborate the concepto of 'Phoenix Complex' in Supernatural characters.

This idea is based over that ability of the characters in coming back from death several times.

Like the Phoenix, they reborn from their ashes renewed. And that's the meaning from this.: "I'm giving you this so many chances to change your point of view, so you can see with new eyes."

Is the same concept with the breaking point trough lost, pain and tragedy.

Following this idea, we could say Dean and Castiel (and Sam) needed to go through their journey dying and resurrecting as many times as they needed to be renewed. Season 14 is the season of HEALING!DEAN and Castiel had his growth too.

Because they needed to love themselves, accept themselves, in order to freely love the other.

That's why this was the what do you want season.

But, I said before, Sam is the first one closing his arc:

Gif credit @itsokaysammy

And how glorious way to closed that hateful destiny. He rules his own path. He says "ENOUGH!" To those demons, but also, to his past with them. We won't come back to those black days. He even saw his prison guard, Lucifer, dying in front of him. The victory is by his side.

This path of self knowledge and self acceptance is about to end. He's not anymore this guy with so many regrets and so many incomplete desires. He even had the opportunity of reconciliation with his mother, that profund wound, healing with forgiveness.

But now that we know about season 15, Sam's words here have an additional meaning to what I wrote. Because we know there wasn't a king, but a queen of hell right?

What do you want?

The season starts with Michael asking everyone what do they want. When actually, he was trying to figure out what Dean wanted. It was an indirect question. Because Michael could have Dean's body but not his more deepest secret. (Just like the Qareen in season 11 remember? She couldn't decipher what was in Dean's heart)

Pay attention to this dialogue:

MICHAEL: Why are we here. I know why I’m here to ask you a question.

JAMIL: What question?

MICHAEL: The same question I’ve spent weeks traveling around this world asking all sorts of people. Holy men, leaders, killers. And now I come to you, Jamil Hamed. (pause) What do you want? (...)If you could have anything, name it.

JAMIL: Peace. And love.

Michael names three kind of people in his list: holy men, killers and leaders. The three characteristics that could apply to Dean. So, this question is maden for Dean. That's why no answer will satisfy Michael. Because the answers he is having are not enough to understand Dean completely.

MICHAEL: If you cared about peace, you never would have left Syria. You never would have ran and abandoned your friends to die – and they did die.

JAMIL: No.

Imagine Michael saying this to Dean because is an indirect message for him. And he is trying to break Dean through GUILT. By saying YOUR FRIENDS ARE ALONE NOW AND THEY'RE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT THERE TO PROTECT THEM.

MICHAEL: And if you cared about love, you never would have gone into that broom closet with – What was her name?

The symbolism using the word closet, Dean inside the closet just dating women.

MICHAEL: And that’s the problem with you. You’re lost... And not worth saving.

Michael is talking about what he can read inside of Dean. His fears. But this is also a parallel to the Destiel first meeting in that barn where Castiel reads in Dean that he had not faith. We will have another reading of his fears with Kaia in episode 14x03.

Another clue of why Michael couldn't have access to Dean deepest secrets was when he faces Anael in episode 14x02 and mistook her for Castiel...

(Just a little reminder of why Dean said yes to Michael, it was because of FAMILY LOVE!)

Okay, now... That time when Michael thought Anael was Cas...

MICHAEL: I know about you, Jo. Because he knew about you. You're the rebel, the angel who doesn't like playing by Heaven's rules or whatever. You pretend to care about these things -- pretty things. But that's all it is -- pretending.

These trinkets, they don't make you happy. They just pass the time. They're not what you really want.

SISTER JO: And if you're so smart, what do I really want?

MICHAEL: Love. To belong, to have a place -- a home, a family. It's very very human of you. And so, so disappointing.

I can sense how many angels are in this world. There aren't many left. I thought... maybe I could help. But if they're all these sad, lost, fallen things -- things like you -- maybe they're not worth saving, either.

Don't you think is really weird? Yes, because Dean won't let Michael to have access to his feelings for Castiel.

That means the bond is not complete because Dean is already bonded with Castiel.

Bringing back the Profound Bond

At the beginning of episode 14x01 we had that random demon reminding us that Castiel and Dean are bonded.

Gif credit @helpimanspnfan

Everything."

Yes... This was a good bait for us but it was too a reminder that DEAN AND CAS SHARE THIS PROFOUND BOND. And putting that in the first episode was like "You viewers keep this in mind".

This was important and it was put as a preamble for the whole season.

Depressed Castiel and the low grace

We will never know if these were plot holes and huge mistakes from Dabb or if it had to do with Castiel's depression.

I wrote that in one of my metas, related to that time in season 10 (mostly episode 10x01) in which Castiel was so depressed, with low grace and letting himself die because Dean was missed.

But also this scene...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Castiel is more emotional than in the previous seasons. We all know because he misses Dean, and he is here using Dean's words with Jack. Because Dean is his role model. We all know that. But this has to do too with Castiel closing his arc too.

Gif credit @myheartofmusic

The dialogue he had with Jack was about that time when he became a human and how he learned he had Dean and Sam but mostly, he had himself.

This Castiel knows where he belongs. He knows his family are Dean, Jack and Sam. Being Dadstiel helped him to find his place. And this lead us to a closure of his character.

Michael bringing Purgatory vibes

Just a few words about Michael and monsters. He really thought there was PURITY about it. He is the one bringing back this concept we saw in season 8 related to Purgatory. It won't be the only clues he will show throughout the season about purity and monsters and Purgatory. In retrospective, there were foreshadowing Castiel and Dean coming back to Purgatory of Love in 15x09.

To Conclude:

Season 14 is the season of the profound Bond, the healing!Dean concept linked to the question 'what do you want?'

It's also a journey though the beginning of the closure of arcs (or an attempt of it).

Time for Dean to accept himself and love himself.

Hope you liked this first meta from season 14! See you in the next one!

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QUEST!

Greek Mythology x Haikyuu

Haikyuu!Ensemble x Reader

OVERVIEW. You were just a perfectly normal student at The University of Tokyo, when suddenly a bunch of 'normal boys', as they call themselves, appeared in your life and started to squeeze themselves into your life. Always saying something like "You're a goddess, we need to take you back to Olympus" (you brushed it off, saying that it was just a silly compliment) and even absurd sentences such as "You got Medusa's eyes" and "You're really Medusa's daughter!"

002: TRUTH UNTOLD

WARNINGS. Cursing, Mentions of Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks and Panic Attacks

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Alas, the most anticipated day finally came, the Ritual of Intuition. A new batch of deities will finally reap what they sown for the past 18 years.

But for Asami, it's not just that, hence also her the freedom she desired so much. No more asking for permissions to go here and there, and maybe, just maybe, she gets to explore the human world below! What an exciting day, really. Yet despite how much excitement filled her body, there's also this anxious feeling running through her. A bad intuition, some may say.

"You'll do great." Kiyoko, her half-sister who volunteered to dress her up for the occasion, suddenly said. "I know you will." Shimizu Kiyoko, the daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite, has always been a caring sister. Although generally known to be aloof and straightforward, she’s also a passionate and responsible goddess. The next Aphrodite.

After placing a gold night star necklace on Asami's neck, the alluring goddess kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you there, okay? Take all the time you need.” Kiyoko bid her goodbye to Asami, off to check on her other friends.

Shimizu Kiyoko is the best sister you could ever ask for.

Asami stood up from her seat after a few breaths, heart hammering as she tread her way towards the large, gleaming primrose mirror in her quarters.

She stared at the mirror, not used to seeing the dead eyes. It was often said that her eyes were like the stars; always glowing whatever time it is of the day. Her usual cheery face was nowhere to be found, placed by anxiousness all over.

Why is she feeling nervous anyways? It’s just the ritual. Nothing more, nothing less.

Shaking her head, her eyes went down to the little details of her headwear and the attire she herself designed just for this day. A simple light blue, priding her father's color representation but in a lighter hue, off-shoulder lace dress that covers up her feet. A hint of turquoise flowers and embroidered silver vines dancing in the soft nude fabric, covered off with a light blue lace tulle, matching the shade of her top. A dress she chose to represent her parents, the reason why she's here today.

A sudden cool breeze passed making Asami shiver as she stared up her ceiling. What's keeping her from leaving her room were a bunch of 'what ifs' clouded in her head. Sighing deeply, "Come on, Asami. You've waited your whole life for this. Don't let the negative thoughts get you, as Sugawara always says." Asami muttered to herself, remembering the words of her friend managed to calm her nerves a bit.

"Asami, my daughter." Asami flinched upon hearing her father's voice, Poseidon. The god entered her chambers with his favored son, Iwaizumi Hajime. She gave them a look before running into her father's arms. "Aren't you excited? You should've left your room by now." Poseidon asked, a bit worried for his favorite.

Knowing Asami, they expected to see her happily running around the halls with her friend, Yamaguchi. It’s one of the common occurrences inside Zeus’ Palace to catch sight of the two best friends chasing each other all over the place. Sometimes, a few other deities joins them too. Nonetheless, it cheers everyone else as well.

"Don't get me wrong, Father. I'm really excited, but also quite nervous." Asami answered genuinely, breaking the hug. "What if I really don't have the powers like everyone says? I wasn't born with powers either." She added and exhaled, fiddling with her hair.

Asami won’t be lying if she says the rumors from the other deities are getting in her head. Rumors concerning her spread like a wildfire in Mt. Olympus. She tried so hard to ignore them, but she got stuck in the uncontrolled fire that slowly burns her mind.

Before she knew it, it affected her whole life. Asami thinks about it as soon as she opens her eyes in the morning, before sleeping at night, even when peacefully eating. It was too much, her mind is as if it’s like a deity is constantly pouring water in an glass that’s already full.

How can she not worry when the common occurrence is when a deity's parent or parents unexpectedly dies, the powers are transferred to them as soon as possible. Of course, every move they make are being watched by Athena, a request of Zeus as his fear still lingers.

But that's not the case for her. At all. She's the first one to have a case like that. Oh how Asami tried so hard to find what it is, from glaring at objects to talking to snakes. Yet it was no use.

Was Medusa not fond of her? Maybe, maybe she forgot. Or maybe! Maybe Athena prevented her to! Yeah, that sounds right. The story of Medusa and Athena’s punishment are still passed on ‘til this day, every deity is aware of it.

"Don't worry too much, Asami." Iwaizumi's words snapped her out of her thoughts. "Like Father always says, you are just a rare case." He gave his sister a comforting smile. A smile from Iwaizume comforted her, even though his smile looks really weird sometimes, he tries.

"Now child, chin up. Let's get going, your friends are waiting for you." Poseidon said with pride laced all over his voice. Asami nodded and gave a short smile, just to let them know she’s fine.

The three exited Asami's chambers and made their way to the courtyard, where the ceremony will take place.

Heavy.

Every step she took became heavier and heavier. Like a brick had been put secretly on her shoes. The discomfort in her heart makes it worse, it feels like she’s voluntary walking towards her death. She used to wander around these halls so free of worries, enjoying every scenery put before her eyes.

So why? Why is this happening now?

”Asami.”

Asami felt like Mount Olympus is disappearing from her grasp, darkness slowly consuming her vision. Like a black hole miraculously popped up, swallowing her body.

“Asami.”

Her companions were talking but she can't hear anything but ringing in her ears. Her thoughts were so loud, she wants to escape but the black hole was preventing her to. Asami was stuck in her own mind.

It hurts.

“Asami!”

It hurts!

"Asami, hey!"

A voice called out to her.

A voice as clear as the skies, a voice she'll always recognize.

The voice she treats as her stars, because through the darkness, it will always be there to give her light.

Her vision leisurely went back. Enough to glimpse at Yamaguchi waving happily before making his way towards the her. Yamaguchi bowed to the sea god and his son who were about to enter the courtyard, them only nodding at him in return.

Yamaguchi was about to give Asami a hug when he saw her face that screamed distress. He immediately took a step back, knowing that's enough space she needs. He silently offered his hand for her to hold on, which Asami instantly grabbed on.

It's always like this.

After years of witnessing her panic attacks, Yamaguchi eventually learned how to act when this happens. Even if he also panicked the first time it happened.

He only watch her body shook in fear, watch her breath difficultly. He can only watch. Of course, Yamaguchi wants to do more than watch. He wants to whisper assuring words to her ears, help her breathe comfortably, he wants to help her.

But he also knows this is for the best. He doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries.

Because it’s always like that.

"Good?" He asked after noticing that her breathing went back to normal. A smile finally made it's way on Asami's lips as she looked at her best friend in the eyes. Yamaguchi only smiled in return.

It was always like this.

An unspoken habit of them both once something happens to one another. Smile like nothing happened. It became a comfort for them, assured that it’ll never change. The constant in a world full of changes.

"Are you excited to receive your powers? I'm really excited!" Yamaguchi gave her a quick embrace, his heart relieved that he finally did what he’s dying to do.

"I'm nervous, Tadashi." Asami answered. "But yes, after waiting for years, we'll finally receive the blessing. I can't wait!" She stated with a big smile plastered on her face, making Yamaguchi chuckle. Back to her original self.

The two entered the courtyard after a few minutes of catching up and went to their respective places, Yamaguchi with the Aeolians, placed at the Doric columns, and Asami with the Atlanteans, next to where Zeus' podium stands.

The ceremony started instantly, starting with the children of minor gods and goddesses residing in Hestia's place, Eophertia. Yachi Hitoka was the first one to go, the daughter of Aletheia, the goddess of truth.

Asami watched with anticipation, since Yachi is a good friend of hers. But the anxious feeling never left her, at all, making her tense every second of the event. "You good?" Iwaizume whispered to Asami, feeling the tense the second he looked at her.

She only gave a look of appreciation to Iwaizume, thanking every deity there is for giving her Iwaizume as her step-brother. She really got blessed with the most caring siblings in her immortal life.

Minutes passed, more deities received their blessings and are already privately trying their new profound powers.

Finally, the batch of Aeolians were asked to line up. Asami visibly stiffened, realizing the Atlanteans were next. As Yamaguchi stood in the center, he peeked at Asami, giving a nervous grin. Asami gave him two thumbs up, forgetting her own anxiety for a moment.

"Atlanteans." Flinching when she heard Hera's voice after the wind deities left the center, Asami didn't notice that her mind flew while the blessing took place. She only started walking after Shirofuku Yukie, daughter of Poseidon and Demeter, nudged her.

Whispers erupted as the year's batch of Atlanteans made their way to the center. Asami stood in the center, as she is the daughter of the ruler of Atlantis. Poseidon gave his daughter a tap in the back once everyone settled down.

"Begin." Hera tiredly announced, thankful that this was the second to the last batch. She was already itching to rest, irritated just like every ceremony.

The god of sea raised his trident, starting the blessing by giving a fair share of powers for his people. In the middle of Poseidon mumbling his spell, Hinata Shoyo, the son of Helios and Perse, detected an unusual reaction from the person beside him, Yachi. "What's wrong?" He immediately asked.

Yachi let out a quiet shriek after Hinata spoke. "I.. I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is right." She answered. Since she just got her powers hours ago, she's having second thoughts on what her eyes is showing her. Maybe it's just her imagination? She tend to do that a lot.

"What do you see?" Tsukishima Kei, son of Selene and Endymone, butted in. Curious of what's happening.

Yachi shook her head. "My eyes.." She took a deep breath, contemplating if this was the right thing to do. "..are telling me that Asami's a human."

Hinata's eyes widen after hearing that, even Tsukishima was taken aback. "Are.. are you sure? That can't be possibly true."

"Check again." Tsukishima uttered.

Hearing the three's conversation, Hermes quietly laughed. He internally praised himself for sitting behind the goddess of truth this year. Kunimi Akira, his son, frowned upon hearing this. "Father, this entertains you?" He asked. His hatred for his father grew in just mere seconds.

Hermes looked at his son before whispering to his ear, "I'm the cause. The real goddess lives with the mortals." Kunimi's eyes immediately widened for a second, he's disappointed but deep down, he's not surprised. Only his father can pull shits like this. "That's just what Poseidon deserves after what he did to Medusa."

Kunimi sighed. "Father." The frustrated god called. "You know what will happen when-"

"I know, I know. That's the fun part." Hermes cut him off. Kunimi wants to curse his father out, so tired of bearing his own parent's tricks. "Hey, Yachi. Announce that to everyone." Hermes whispered to the overwhelmed goddess' ears.

Yachi tensed up, slowly looking back at Hermes. "I.. It's true?"

"You can't lie. How can it not be true?" Hermes smirked. Kunimi cringed at this, wanting to be swallowed to the ground right now. "Yachi, the goddess of truth, has an announcement!" Hermes suddenly exclaimed, eyes are already on him.

Everyone was confused, especially Asami. "What is it?" Zeus asked, displeasure everywhere on his face. This is the first time in years the ceremony was interrupted. "It better be important. The ceremony is not to be hecked in."

Everyone turned to Yachi who was already shaking in fear. "Uh.. I.." Yachi stuttered. "My.. my eyes are saying that.. that Asami is not a deity." She closed her eyes, afraid of how everyone will react.

The courtyard was silent. Everyone was taken aback, not sure what to react. "What kind of nonsense is that!" Poseidon yelled. The god stared at Asami, who's tears were about to fall. His eyes softened, what Yachi suddenly announced should not be true.

"Where's Aletheia? We can't just believe a goddess who got her abilities hours ago." Hera rolled her eyes.

"Aletheia went to the human world after giving the blessing for her daughter. She can’t come back immediately." Zeus exhaled. He stood up from his seat, "The ceremony shall end now. The superior gods will discuss this with the goddesses of truth later. For now, go to your respective domains." He ordered.

The deities were quick to follow, only sparing worried and disgusted glances to Asami.

Hanamaki Takahiro, son of Boreas and Oreithyia, was about to fly away but noticed Yamaguchi never moved after the devastating announcement. "Yamaguchi, hey." He called yet Yamaguchi didn't seem to hear him, gazed fixed on Asami.

Matsukawa Issei, son of Notus, tapped his Yamaguchi's back. "Asami's going to be okay." He said, capturing Yamaguchi's attention. "It's still not confirmed. Everything will be fine."

The spaced out god only nodded. Getting ready to fly, "I'm sending gods to the human world to find the real daughter of Medusa if this turns out to be true." The three heard Hera announce which made the wind deities look at her.

"Hera's right. We can't let a goddess wonder in the human world. Especially Medusa's daughter." Zeus stated. "If she doesn't want to return here, kill her." He added.

Aeolia - The Island of the Winds. It is ruled by Aeolus, the divine keeper of the winds. Aeolia is where the four seasonal Anemoi and their family lives. It is located on top of the clouds, above Poseidon's sea.

Aeolians - The people of the Winds. Every Aeolian can fly, the ability is given by their ruler, Aeolus.

Eophortia - Hestia's Residence. It is known to be the Land of Freedom. Home of minor deities. Demi-gods and Semi-gods who've got nowhere to go has been took in by Hestia. Everyone is welcome in Eophortia.

Atlantis - Poseidon's Paradise. Where sea deities, sea-nymphs, merpeople and sea animals live. It is a peaceful place, everyone gets along.

Atlanteans - What people of Atlantis call themselves. Every Atlantean can communicate with sea animals, creating a peaceful environment.

A/N:

Sorry for not updating so soon! School's been a bitch. I'll try to update regularly as much as I can. The reader insert may appear on Chapter 4! Please bear with me.

A lot of characters have been introduced in this chapter, I can't wait to show more of their side in the upcoming chapters. Also, I'm planning to release a little event here soon! It is called 'Exploring Olympus' wherein I'll post pictures of the places I took inspiration in for the places in Mt. Olympus.

I took a lot of time describing how Asami felt before the ceremony. I'm sorry if it's poorly written, but I gave my best! I will be better in the upcoming chapters.

Notes, comments and reviews are very much appreciated! It makes my heart so happy :) If you have any questions or literally anything else, please send an ask! I'd love to answer them.

Thank you for reading!

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Comfort and Confessions

A short fic of when Noiren finally confesses to Kenaas. I've been in the mood to write these two lately 💛

Enjoy!

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Noiren clung to his glass as if it were a lifeline. His ruby fingers curled around it, shaking, which caused the amber liquid inside to ripple as if there was a ground quake.

Some thing odd was happening, leaving him confused and distraught. The Jedi he had taken in and began to teach the ways of the sith to, he had really gotten under his skin. Not in a way that made him angry, oh no. Quite the opposite, really. He adored him, trusted him with his life. He had never had a good track record with trusting others, which was why the only two in his ship before the small nautolan showed up was his brother and an HK unit. But he felt this connection, this bond in the force that grew stronger and stronger with this nautolan every passing day.

"Are you going to actually drink that? Or are you going to stare into it until you get a premonition?" The alien in question broke through the man's thoughts. Noiren jumped and made an unflattering sound. He thought he had been alone at the table. But he supposed in a small ship someone would find him eventually. The sith lord straightened back up and re-wrapped his left lekku over his shoulder comfortably to once again hide the scars around his neck.

"I thought you were asleep" he responded cooly. "It's late"

"Hm. Says the man sitting alone in the dark with whiskey" the other man's brow raised at him. His large dark eyes were shining with worry. "I woke because I could feel your discomfort. Your brother felt it as well, but I insisted he sleep."

The twi'lek huffed. "I'll be fine. I'm simply nervous about trying to track down this republic captain I've been ordered to look for." He lied. In response, the small nautolan looked unconvinced and unimpressed.

"You know that I know when you lie, right?" He asked flatly as his fingers drummed in the table, as he tended to do when he got frustrated or impatient. "You've been acting oddly toward me lately. Why? Have I done something wrong?"

Noiren shook his head "No. You're perfect" he sighed, then his cheeks deepened in colour and he tried to correct what he said. "I mean fine- well… not fine, but- ugh. You know what I mean."

The other male giggled wildly at his fumbling. "My goodness, how many drinks have you had?" He asked.

In an instant the glass was up to Noirens lips and he downed the liquor inside. "One, officially" he muttered. "So were you coming out here to actually help me or just make me wish I was drinking alone in the dark in my room?"

The laugher died down and Kenaas pat his arm. "Aw Noiren, I'm sorry. Your fumbling was just adorable." He admitted "talk to me, what's eating you?"

Why did he give him that option again? HE was eating him. Every thought of the small nautolan man was eating away at his body and mind. His heart skipped beats when he was around and his mind clouded. He felt a connection to him in the force as strong if not stronger than his familial bond with his brother. Those big black eyes, vast as the night sky, stared up at him as he awaited a response.

"I'm not sure" came the lie after a seemingly endless and tense silence.

A hand covered Noiren's to attempt some comfort. Such a small hand felt so heavy on his own, and he tore it away quickly as if he had been burned by it. His regret for the action was immediate when he saw those soulful eyes turn away in hurt.

"Ah- I see. I'll stop bothering you, my friend. When you're ready to talk you know where to find me."

Noiren screamed at himself internally to say something, anything, to stop Kenaas from leaving. But instead he sat quietly while the other man left the room with a dejected slump in his walk. He hurt him. "Coward…" noiren scolded himself and poured another glass of whiskey.

This glass went down as quickly as the first. Liquid courage, he thought. After his fourth time pouring a new glass a yellow colored hand gently slid over the rim of the cup to keep Noiren from drinking from it. "I can't sleep while my brother is so distressed." Aidesan's kind voice filled the room. "What happened?"

The sith lord sighed and looked up at his brother. His head was fogged, but he wouldn't say he was drunk. "I upset Kenaas. I don't know what's wrong with me." The older man groaned and hid his face in frustration. "I haven't been able to keep a clear head around him and I feel this weird connection with him, in the force" he sighed. His brother started to chuckle.

"You really don't know whats going on?... Noiren… you're in love with the little jedi" Aidesan stated matter of factly. "Your fumbling, your staring, your-"

"No. No no, that can't be true. I… I can't be in love." Noiren denied quickly. "I swore I wouldn't."

"Wouldn't love? Or Wouldn't love him?" His brother raised a brow at him "you love me don't you? You're kid brother?"

"Yes but that's different! You're family. Romantic love leads to pain. I would be putting down my shield and letting him see my weaknesses. Weaknesses he could easily exploit later." Noiren began to pace, albeit a little crooked and wobbly since the alcohol had made him less stable.

"Brother." Aidesan stopped him with a stern tone. "Do you really think that sweet nautolan would harm you? He apologizes for squashing bugs. Give him a chance. And more importantly, give yourself a chance."

A deep sigh escaped the older one's lips, then he slowly turned to face the other man. "He deserves better. He's pure and gentle. Passionate. He's a healer and a fixer. My soul purpose is to break things and kill people."

As he finished speaking, two gentle hands rested in his shoulders. "Noiren… you're so much more than that, and even if that is partially true, he's a fixer and you're a breaker. You complete each other, right?"

This earned a chuckle that came out as a scoff. "Maybe." He muttered softly as he crossed his arms as if they were a protective barrier.

"Noiren… Go talk to him. Don't let him go to sleep feeling this way."

The older twi'lek sighed dramatically and glanced into the dark hall. "Alright. You need to get some sleep, though." He frowned.

"I will, brother. Let me know how it goes" the younger gave him one more smile, then retreated back to his own quarters on the ship. Noiren sighed again and went to Kenass's quarters nervously. He stared at the closed door. It shouldn't have been that hard to just knock, but that durasteel sheet between himself and the other force user felt heavy and intimidating.

Suddenly the door slid open, startling the sith, and the younger male was looking up at him from the other side.

"Noiren. I can feel your presence you know, we share quite the profound bond" he said as he turned to go back to his bed. "Is there something I can help you with? You reek of whiskey."

"I want to talk to you" The other mumbled. He watched the nautolan sit upon the bed gracefully. Everything he did always looked so beautiful. How had he not realized that before?

"Then speak, my friend. You know I'm always here to help you. I was hoping you would come to chat. You need to get quite the weight off your chest."

Noiren nodded before sitting beside him. "Kenaas…" he sighed as he prepared himself to speak. "when I was a child, on Ryloth, I had two brothers and a twin sister-" he started from the beginning. The younger one's dark eyes widened as he listened. Noiren had never opened up before, at least not to this extent. He always refused to talk about his youth.

"You know my brother, Aidesan. I also have my youngest brother Orcra, who was put into Imperial intelligence, and my poor sister, Arianness… she was sold as a slave. We were taken by the imperials when we were just kids. I watched them execute my parents." As Noiren spoke he attempted to not show how hard it was to talk about his family, but he didn't have to. Kenaas could feel every emotion the other man was feeling. His emotions hit like a wave in the force to the jedi and his own eyes shimmered with tears from the intensity.

"What happened after you were separated?..." Kenaas worried and gently touched Noiren's hand. This time the other man didn't pull away. He knew he was vulnerable. He needed the contact. Noirens chest rose and fell with a sputter after their hands connected. It was as if a direct link was made between them and it hit him like a brick. All of the feelings he had been suppressing, all of the feelings in his companion, the power they both held in the force. It all melted together instantly and he had never felt anything like it.

Once the shock of the new feeling passed he finally answered. "I stopped trusting people." He said. He hadn't realized that he had gotten a little closer to his friend. "The only people that mattered were my siblings. I did as I was told just so I could stay alive and keep my brother alive. That is…. Until I ran into you on Tatooine."

A small smile played the nautolans lips "you imprisoned me on your ship" he reminded him.

"But even then I felt…. Something. Something new, something strange. Something I only share with my family. It was like I knew you. But I had never met you before. And it's gotten stronger and stronger. I can feel where you are in the ship. I can feel what you feel."

Kenaas squeezed his hand a little "I know." He mumbled, then placed his free hand on Noiren's cheek "Even when we first met I felt your sorrow. Your pain. We both needed someone that could understand our hardships. The moment we met a bond was struck in the force. I may not understand why, but I refuse to question it."

The sith leaned into the gentle touch, desperate for any sort of comfort or affection. "I'm sorry I shoved you off earlier… I was afraid" his words came out as nearly a whisper. Admitting to fear wasn't easy for him.

Their foreheads gently made contact. "Hush. It's alright, it stung but I knew you would come to me when you were ready."

There was a brief silence as Noiren took a deep breath, then released it. His nerves were calming under the feeling of his companions gentle and kind aura. For every tidal wave of broken emotions he would send out, the other man's healing soul would calm and help control it by blanketing his fears and doubts in reassurance and compassion. He was the calming moon to the sith's roaring ocean.

"I love you…" Noiren let it out, a broken whisper riding a shaken breath. He hadn't realized his eyes had been closed for so long until he opened them finally to see the beautiful nautolan looking back at him with a smile and blush dusting his freckled purple cheeks.

"I know" he replied gently and caressed Noirens cheek with his thumb. "I love you too."

They sat in a comfortable silence before finally meeting for a gentle kiss. It was inexperienced, but soft, and filled with every unsaid word and emotion Noiren wanted to give him. His whole heart overflowed with his feelings for the grey force user, who could sense every ounce of it. When they parted Kenaas had to wipe away tears that had finally spilled.

"My goodness- you're so emotional and-" he chuckled happily "I never thought anyone would feel so strongly for me" he continued to try and wipe away the waterworks "I'm a mess"

Noiren could feel himself calm down fully now. Everything was out in the open. He hugged Kenaas close and buried his face in his neck. "Most beautiful mess I've ever seen" he sighed. "Would it be appropriate for me to sleep here tonight?"

A hand gently stroked his lekku "please, make yourself comfortable" the other insisted. Once they fully parted, the pair got comfortable in Kenaas's bed. For the first time since his childhood Noiren felt at peace as he clung to Kenaas and drifted off into a blissful sleep.

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