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TBH and Hot Take but sometimes there's posts on tumblr where I'm like "have you actually met neurotypical people?" because there is a lot overlap between types of atypical and the typical, I mean that's kind of a reason people don't get diagnosed with whatever neuroatypical thing they have/are for years if ever. But tumblr occasionally seems to think The Typicals don't have hobbies, let alone obsessions, that they don't enjoy talking about the things they really enjoy, like they don't get anxious or shy or overwhelmed to varying degrees differing from person to person. And some of the "this charater is non-neurotypical" headcanon posts are so aggressive like "they are CLEARLY this thing and if you don't see that you're a fool and probably also ableist. You're also awful if you don't like them for any reason, especially one that I have decided is A Symptom of their thing." I get it, we all project a bit, but tumblr in general does not promote awareness of that projection and willingness to accept that other people are also doing the same thing and coming to different, even opposing, conclusions and they aren't necessarily wrong either.
Just To Be Clear, I don't especially care what someone headcanons about a character as long as they leave me alone to have headcanons of my own and disagree with theirs without being called a bad person or an idiot. You know? And most of us don't carry in our heads a list of traits for conditions/identities/whatever that don't apply to us personally (or at least to someone close to us) so like... no, I don't think so-and-so obviously has ADHD, because I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for (and frankly I don't *want* people in general going around trying to diagnose each other with things maybe neither of them have based on lists they found on the internet - *that* is potentially incredibly ableist AF) and maybe I just wouldn't see it in them anyway. Cos we don't really all see the same character, do we?
Anyway that's a bee that lives in my bonnet. Tumblr just bothers me sometimes. Specifically tumblr, because I don't see this sort of thing as much in other places.
#also there's not actually anything wrong with cishets#they literally have no choice in the matter and many are good allies to others#generally actually we probably shouldn't just slag off entire groups of people based on what they were born as#'don't pick on this trait they might be autistic' how about just don't bully anyone?#it's not somehow okay to randomly insult people if they're not in your fave marginalised groups#we're all projecting all day long here and that's fine but chill a bit when playing with others okay?#anyway guess who just read another 'if you don't automatically adopt this take you're ableist and/or stupid' post?#and i also shouldn't have to list everything i am to be allowed to have an opinion#i have visible and invisible disabilities and no i don't want randoms in street or internet attempting to spot those
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I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:
AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?
I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.
For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.
None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.
The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.
He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.
I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."
I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.
Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?
What are these acronyms?
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Since we're going by the logic of Jikook are not seen in public together = they have broken up, then my sister's relationship with her husband, who she has a literal child with, is FAKE, because I never see them in public!!!!!! They don't go out! So fake! Outrageous! How ABSURD it is for a long-term couple to want PRIVACY!!!! How dare my sister go out with me/be seen with me in public and not her boyfriend! How dare she have other people in her life!
How even more FLABBERGASTING that a worldwide famous long-term couple living in a homophobic country want to hang out in a totally safe and private way for them! It doesn't matter that their career could end and they could even be arrested, and it doesn't matter that photos of them on white day were leaked, exposing them in an intimate moment, and it doesn't matter that their names were on Dispatch's list, together with other couples that admitted they were together.
HOW DARE Jungkook and Jimin not make out in front of the cameras for us???? How dare Jungkook and Jimin try to protect their privacy after so many leaked pictures and all the stalking?
That's how stupid y'all wishy washy Jikookers and taekookers sound. Babes do you REALLY think Jungkook and Jimin always tell us truth? Do you really think they tell us EVERYTHING that goes on in their lives?
Shouldn't y'all take Taennie as an example? They were going out for God knows how long and they were NEVER spotted. Sure, leaked pictures here and there, which Jikook also have, but they've never seen in public together, either.
It's time y'all use the brains god gave you. Don't be scared of it, yeah? USE IT.
Do you really think they tell us EVERYTHING?
I wanna talk about this. This goes out to the holier than though Jikookers out there who judge us other Jikookers who still believe that the JM on JK's hand is for Jimin.
Anon I agree with you 1013%. Please allow me to hijack your post an address this topic.
Okay so JK went live and said the J stands for Jungkook. Right. I ended up in report pages for saying this on twitter but I will say it again. How many people do you know that tattoo their own names on themselves? No seriously. How many? I said even the most narcissistic person wouldn't do this and I got blocked and reported. But it's true. JK is not a narcissist, far from it even. He has a big heart and loves those around him and loves us Army even when we don't deserve it. That man did not tattoo his name on himself. That's point number 1.
Point 2. Who tf calls him J? He calls himself JK, members call him JK. Everyone calls him JK. The only member we've heard tell us to call him J was Jhope and I think that was "Jay"
Point 3 and what I wanna talk about. No, I'm not calling JK a liar. I am calling him an omiter. He ommited the truth. The point of him explaining the tattoos I believe was to debunk the V/A. Which he did, thank God. But I digress.
Being a Jikooker is based on deducing and analysing. Listening to them, watching them and concluding they're together. They have never outright told us. Alright?
Jimin said, he bit JK.
Jikookers said it was a hickey. Because its right by the mole. Because it didn't fade. Because there were no teeth marks. Okay. Fine. But why do we believe the J stands for Jungkook, but we won't believe when Jimin said he bit JK and no shenanigans were involved?
Jungkook said he goes to Jimin's hotel room because its closer.
Jikookers said it was a lie. He goes because he wants to spend time with Jimin. And he doesn't just sit there for hours and do nothing. He was lying. So why do we believe the J stands for Jungkook, but we won't believe he went to Jimin's room out of convenience?
Jungkook said Jimin wasn't the main model of GCF.
Jikookers said that can't possibly be true because JK highlights Jimin in all the videos and Jimin always gets the most screentime. Okay. So why do we believe the J stands for Jungkook, but we won't believe when he said Jimin wasn't his main model?
JK said he always sleeps in Jihope's room because his bed is uncomfortable.
Jikookers said nah, JK just likes sleeping with Jimin. JK sleeps in that room because he's dating Jimin. They had enough money to get JK a better mattress, so that was clearly just an excuse. So why do we believe the J is for Jungkook, but we didn't believe when he said his own bed was uncomfortable?
JK said he's always recording Jimin because Jimin is always around
Jikookers said that wasn't true because anytime JK has a camera, more often than not he's pointing it at Jimin. Even when sometimes Jimin doesn't notice. So clearly JK was lying. Right? So why do we believe the J is for Jungkook, but we didn't believe JK's reason for why he's always filming Jimin?
Have i made my point yet???
"The J stands for Jungkook, JK said so."
Be quiet.
If you believe that then you might as well stop believing in Jikook rn because these mofos have never told us they were gay for eo. We concluded that after mountains of suspicious moments and unexplainable sexual tension. We concluded. They didn't tell us.
And if you wanna still believe in Jikook then get off your fucking high horse where you nitpick what to buy and judge those of us who wanna believe in the JM tattoo or Jikook numbers or Jikook dropping eo off at the airport. There are clearly levels of Jikookery but everyone needs to stay in their lane and stop judging. You just come off looking like a fucking hypocrite. We don't all have to think or see things the same way.
The JM stands for Jimin. Otherwise he would have left his tattoos like this.
Rant over. I'm done. But I needed to get that off my chest. Anyway, Jikook is real. Amen.
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Eyes tells it all
Bbc Sherlock x fem reader (maybe a bit younger than him)
Lovers in denial request by @astudyinlaura
A/n:- I hope you like it, kinda in creative slow down. The trope list here!
"Did you just argued with Anderson for me ?" Sherlock said, he sounded a little surprised.
"Ofcourse, and showed him his place." I replied, and I did, when I found Anderson calling him a sociopath again.
"Why?" He asked, perhaps he couldn't believe I'd argue with anderson for him. Was it too unbelievable though? Can't he see it in my eyes? Perhaps it's just platonic, I'm thinking too much but to his question I must reply.
"Didn't you hear? He talked so badly about you, I don't like anyone talking shit about you."
"But I'm a sociopath aren't I?"
"Ofcourse not, you're way better than that, you're kind, it's just work that makes you like that, and don't be too hard on yourself, you're my..." I almost said it, what I felt, but what I felt exactly?, friends ofcourse, perhaps, "my friend, I won't be afraid to stand up for my friends."
He listened and after a moment he said, "okay fine now let's go home." And we walked together to our flat. My friends often asked me if I was in love with him, and if he's in love with me. I never answered it correctly. Because I don't know what to answer, he doesn't seem like a person who could feel that way for anyone. But then there are times when, I'd sit sadly and he'd just sit by me and search for words to cheer me up. He has become better in it, with kind words, hugs everything, and when I look into his eyes, there's also something that.. makes me wonder if whatever I suspect is right or not, perhaps he fancies me too. Or it's just kindness.
But then I thought, I must give myself a chance at love, so my friend fixed a date for me with a guy. And the Sunday evening I stood infront of the mirror dressing up, wearing my favourite pink dress, while my roommate, Sherlock sat with his microscope in the kitchen.
"Hey I'm heading over to the cafe okay? See you in a few hours." I came out and informed him. He lifted his face from the microscope to meet my eyes and then again his eyes told me something I knew I shouldn't believe. He doesn't allow himself to feel that way for anyone, and me? I'm way too young, he only likes me as a friend. I thought.
"Oh I.." he trailed off, "where are you going?" He asked.
"A date".
"Date? You, you got a date?."
"Yes"
He seemed to process all this, "so, you fancy someone?" He asked casually.
"No, my friend fixed this date for me, anyway I must go now, see you." As I went towards the living room and then to the door. I saw him with the corner of my eyes, just sitting and he was thinking something as his eye brows were furrowed. My hand reached the door when I heard him walking towards me and said, "wait."
My mind raced, I couldn't help but think the thought which pleases me, the thought of he loves me. And yes that's the moment I couldn't deny, I am indeed in love with him.
"I am already late Sherlock." I didn't face him instead I opened the door. When I felt he held my wrist and stopped me.
"wait, wait I... Need to tell you something." And I faced him finally. Perhaps both our eyes told us the same thing we decided to deny.
"What?" I enquired. His eyes fixed on me. I could understand he was trying to form sentences before telling me.
"I know, either this would destroy me or save me." He said finally.
"And it's making me feel like an utter fool because I didn't understand anything." What I said was true, what he thought, what he said, and what he meant was absolutely in the air for me.
"This ... This feeling perhaps." He replied in a more confusing way.
"What I mean to say is..." Finally he started to say things that might make sense, "I have never felt the need of affection, and I have never allowed myself to ... Perhaps love someone."
Why's he saying that to me? What is he implying?
"Okay I am well aware of that." I replied, he was stating an obvious fact.
"Look I,... when it came to you I lost all my controls, it wasn't a matter of me allowing or not anymore. It was the first time I didn't feel I have to hold myself against my feelings. I still don't know what love is, but I'd like to believe it's something like this, where it isn't a disadvantage, it's just simply being happy with you. I guess..." He looked down this time, he smiled and his voice became softer as he said,
"I think I've never thought of loving someone because, I was meant to love you, maybe my loyalty has always been to you, maybe my roads were always leading me to you, love was always hard for me to allow myself to feel. But with you it just happened, I didn't bother to stop myself." Then he looked up at me again.
Wonderstruck I was, he? He loves me? He can love? I never thought he can. He thinks this deeply of me? I thought but then it struck me to ask him,
"What did you mean by it could destroy you?"
He looked a little hesitant but then he gave a soft chuckle and said,
"because, if you didn't feel the same way, and my confession ruins this, it might've destroyed me, after all love is dangerous."
Now now, Mr cold detective can explain his feelings properly. He did it perfectly.
"Now will you say something or ...." He perhaps deduced I was a little stunned to speak. But I got back to my senses and he noticed me wiping a little tear that was there in the corner of my eye,
"Well, you proved you can love, especially romantically?" I asked.
"Only you I believe, I know you're alot younger than me, and you should find someone of your age, as good looking as you, someone who..."
He was speaking alot, I had to put my lips on his to stop him from overthinking. He was surprisedThen he kissed me back cupping my cheeks with his big hands. After the kiss, we stood there blushing, he could blush too now. Fascinating he is.
"Was it a "I love you too" from your side?" He asked.
"Did you say the sentence to which we reply with this?" I love this, he sometimes finds it hard to argue with me. I've always been a little talkative.
"Well then, I love you."
There, he said it, "and I love you too ". So did I
"So, I have to go on date then". I said smirking.
"You're still on it? After everything I said?" Sherlock was almost confused and it was cute, to be honest.
"Well ofcourse, but with you." I replied. And then he understood he and I are gonna have an evening date. He winked and got his coat, offering me his arm to hold while we walk to our date.
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Sub! Namor headcanons
Saw someone make a post about needing sub Namor and I was like... me too, and this was born.
people in my inbox; I see you!! I am working on your asks!! check out my works in progress list to see if your request is there, if it isn't then please send the ask in again
Warnings: NSFW, GN! reader, sub! Namor, dom/sub dynamics, degradation,edging, overstim, punishments, bondage, praise, collaring, anal, established relationship because I am a hopeless romantic, subdrop, not proofread
-Namor's life is filled with duties, he has so many responsibilities and people looking up to him. He tries not to let it show, but the constant pressure affects him.
-Which is why whenever it is just you and him, he gives up his control and surrenders to you, he allows you to call the shots and give commands
-Namor is either the best boy in the world or a spoiled brat, no in between.
-There are days where he'll curl up in your lap and obey all of your commands, and there are days where he tests your patience with a cocky grin on his face
-The times he decided to be a brat don't end up well for him.
-One way to punish him is to edge him, he'll get so pouty and upset if you don't give him what he wants. He would keep up his bratty behavior until he's crying and begging you to let him cum.
-Another way to punish him? Fuck his ass rough and spew all the dirty shit that comes to your mind out of your mouth, he's a sobbing mess.
-On the days he's good, he expects to get everything he wants
-"I've been so good, yeah? Please, give it to me."
-One of his favorite rewards is over stimulation, he has stamina that could last for hours and loves the feeling of you milking him. He also enjoys being praised, he wants to hear the sappyist and sweetest stuff, he wants to hear about what a good boy he is for you.
-He also has a thing for bondage, one of his fantasies is for you to leave him tied up and desperate for you.
-He becomes very dependent on you, looking to you for help and commands even outside of the bedroom.
-You two have your version of a collar, he wears a bracelet, it's subtle, but still shows your ownership over him.
-Whenever he experiences sub-drop, he tends to become more ruthless of a king, making rash decisions as he tries to use anger as an outlet for his emotions. He also avoids sexual acts, and seems to cling to you more. He isn't used to this feeling, he wants it gone, a king shouldn't feel this way.
-Comfort him by talking with him, and cuddling him.
-He appreciates you and all that you do for him as his dom, and he constantly lets you know his pure love for you.
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2022 Ladynoir Fic Rec List
It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.
Movie Date, Interrupted by @purrfectlypunny
1,043 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Ladybug and Chat Noir finally have time to spend together at a movie; unfortunately, a goofy akuma and a moody teenager have other plans.
"The dynamic between Ladybug and Chat is so good!!"
Polaris by @miabrown007
4,029 words, Teen, 3/3 chapters
Adrien had lost everything. Along with his Miraculous, he gave up his freedom, his kwami, his partner; there’s nothing else left to lose.
But maybe it is an akuma attack going so predictably wrong all it takes to change his fate, and prove his worth in the team to the only person doubting it: himself.
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Kuro Neko-divergent hurt/comfort fic
"I am weak for any hurt/comfort that is made worse (better) by identity barriers. This fic very much delivers."
breaking me down to my knees in the dead of night by @sunfoxfic
2,429 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Marinette ran off in the middle of an argument and Adrien panicked. Now, he has showed up to patrol as Catwalker, and he has to lie in the bed he's made, even if he overreacted a bit much.
"(technically Ladywalker, but anyway…) A very sweet fluff-and-angst fic that gently but realistically portrays neurodivergence."
Maintaining a Professional Distance by @buggachat
43,417 words, Teen, 11/11 chapters
“I mean, how dumb does the mayor think we are? Offering us a permanent hotel room as a ‘gesture of gratitude for all our work for Paris’, like it isn’t clearly just some half-baked political ploy to place him more in the public’s favor after the whole school funding scandal, like we’ll allow ourselves to sleep in a hotel that we were publicly offered, making ourselves sitting ducks for Hawkmo—”
“It’s a pretty big building,” he countered, and at least he seemed amused, because she certainly wasn’t, “Nobody knows which room we were given but us.”
“It doesn’t matter!” she scoffed, “It’s still a security risk that he can narrow our location down at all! Also,” she jutted her arms out towards the bed a second time, “May I remind you? ONE. BED. ONE!”
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Or, Ladybug and Chat Noir receive a hotel room from the city, which they most certainly will not use. After all, that wouldn't be very professional, would it?
Yes, it's a Ladynoir bed sharing fic.
"Genuinely one of the most in character Ladynoir fics I've read. I love how the conflicts are resolved, how the characters deal with the fallout, and how no one is villainized. There's the "there's only one bed" trope, Marinette is a MESS but we love her for it, clownbug, Adrien is oblivious, Chat is a dork. Fun times all around."
"The best "There was only one bed" fic you will ever read. Ladybug and Chat Noir get their own dedicated suite in Le Grand Palais, as thanks for their continuing work protecting the city. Only one bed shouldn't be a problem since they both have a home and a bedroom anyway, right? Except.... sometimes Marinette needs to get away from the kwamis and have some space, and sometimes (a lot) Chat Noir needs to get away from whatever is happening with his family, soooooo..... "Friends with benefits without the benefits" is the perfect tag. It's hilarious. It's sweet. It's romantic and emotional."
Hamburger Ladybug by RaspberryCatapult
1,773 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Ladybug runs into a burning building. What comes out no longer resembles anything that can be described as a person.
"So, it's a little graphic, as it's about Ladybug running into a burning building, getting charred up, and Chat staying with her in the hospital. BUT...it is beautifully written - descriptive and emotionally spot on (pun intended). And the ending is mind-blowing. It never leaves you. Totally original."
i am not a puppet (i will work against your strings) by @bugchat
7,525 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Nothing quite hurts like loneliness– unless you count being thrown against a wall at top speed, while Ladybug’s horrified expression follows you.
Adrien questions how he got here, pressed against a wall while fighting for his life, watching the city crumble around him while Ladybug stares. There are other heroes, a second, third, fourth villain, and all he’s done is give the villain the power to win.
It’s over.
"GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN!!!! in love with how Cartara provided an Adrien POV to the season 4 final!!!!"
Wait— Don't let this line go slack by DescentIntoAbsurdity
14,418 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
I think you've got the wrong number
She sends her simple text, satisfied. Then she goes about and wipes down the benches and puts away the flour, and thinks, wait. I have a thousand neighbourhood cats that loiter around my apartment complex and threaten me for food. I cook cat treats in my free time. I know what to feed cats.
Marinette deals with her crush on Adrien, cute neighbour and well-known model. She also tries to cope with baking in her free time, and her college assignments, and her growing feelings for Chat Noir; a boy who accidentally texted her regarding his cat.
It's going about as well as can be expected.
"loved to follow their interractions via text and their fumblings irl"
Take 31 #LadyNoir kiss, action! by @malauu-ladynoir
41,422 words, Teen, 31/31 chapters
How many kisses does it take to let feelings spread free?
How many redo to finally get over the subdued inhibition?
Is it a first tentative kiss propelling you in an awkward leap into the unknown?
Or is it the one built from years of holding back repressed feelings?
When Ladybug and Chat Noir get asked to play themselves in a movie the drama doesn’t just stay on set. With a new nemesis, a dreaded kissing scene, consuming feelings and a new revelation can Ladybug finally give in to what she’s always held back…her love for her partner? Can Chat Noir's heart still be able to surrender?
"I absolutely loved Ladynoir's dynamic in this fic, it's so good!"
one does not love breathing by @wackus-bonkus-maximus
99,476 words, Mature, 34/43 chapters
All of Paris watched as Hawkmoth murdered Chat Noir, taking the Black Cat Miraculous for himself. Ladybug swears revenge, but her enemy—and every miraculous in his possession—disappear without a trace.
Six years later, a new team of villains launches an attack for the last remaining Miraculous: Volpina, armed with new powers; Queen Bee, with questionable loyalty; Argos, the new holder of the Peacock Miraculous; and Cat Walker, who Ladybug hates the most.
Takes place after S4 - Strike Back.
"Quite possibly my favorite ml fic ever. Is really all sides of the love square (Ladynoir is emphasized, especially towards the beginning, also Mari...walker?), as well as other pairings (Lukazoe, DJwifi, and Feligami), and a lot of amazing action and office espionage. Chat Noir was killed by Monarch in front of all of Paris, and Ladybug swore revenge. Now, after a strange visit from Bunnyx, Monarch is suddenly back, along with a team of Miraculous users that Ladybug has to face all by herself. Amazing character interactions, new uses of Miraculouses, fantastic action scenes, and heartbreak, heartbreak everywhere. Also senticousins."
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml fic recs#fic recs#ml big bang 2022#ml big bang#ladynoir#ladybug#chat noir
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The Christmas Date | Chapter 1: Driving home for Christmas
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader
(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)
Wordcount: 1.9k
Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?
(there won't be smut in this series)
Warnings (to be changed in every chapter): mention's of Goose's death, constant bickering, fake dating, enemies to lovers.
A/N: SO. I SAID IT WAS GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BUT. HEAR. ME. OUT. I got these ideas that i have to write somewhere and good lord i am doing it HERE.
IMPORTANT CHANGES: When Iceman found he was sick, he retired from the Navy and tried his best to get better. He is not sick in this story. Also, Maverick NEVER pulled Rooster's papers. They have a good relationship here. Jessica is Iceman's granddaughter (she's five, yeah, a kid, i'm putting a kid and rooster in the same room please lord have mercy on me). Iceman lives somewhere where there's snow (idk a lot about USA geography so i'll leave that to your imagination)
A/N 2: I FORGOT TO SAY THAT THIS HAPPENS BEFORE TGM!
Tag list: @littlebadariell @xoxabs88xox @alexxavicry @tayrae515 @shrimping-for-all
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Your mom told you once that hate is a strong word and you should never use it. You looked at her, not understanding anything, and replied:
"Love is it too, why can I use that one but not hate?"
She never answered that question.
You grew up with that idea that hate was something you shouldn't feel. You could not like something, but hate? No, you couldn't feel hate towards anything.
How wrong you were.
You hated Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw with all your soul. Yeah, people love him, they are dying to be friends with him and the whole ordeal. But he walks around with an air of superiority and that stupid mustache. Who does he think he is? You know his father was a member of the Top Gun. Part of the elite. The 1%. But your father was too and you didn’t walk around like you were a god on earth. Your father is Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner. Back in the days he used to be Iceman’s RIO, and they were good friends. You heard the stories, you knew they liked to brag around, show off and prove that they were the best. But they respected the rules. Not like others.
Rooster and you come from way back. After Goose’s death, all the other pilots of the squad took Bradley as their own son, making sure that he never felt alone, he always had a male figure around. They taught him everything a father should pass down to his son. It was the right thing to do.
You understood that it was what it had to be done. But it became a problem when your father, who never had sons, only you, became more interested in Bradley’s career than in yours. He even insinuated once that women should not be allowed to fly. You’d always wanted to be a RIO, like your father. You admired him so much. But after that day, you changed your objective in life.
Y/n Kerner would be a pilot.
And you did, even though your father was slightly against it. You even made it to Top Gun. When you called your father to share the news with him, he realized how wrong he was for his comments and his opposition to you becoming a pilot. He apologized several times.
That didn’t make you hate Bradley any less. You two ended in the same class at Top Gun. During the first weeks he was praised by the instructors. Some of them even said that he should be the squad leader.
“Heard that, Kerner? I should be squad leader” said Rooster with a smug smile.
“Oh yeah, and when they ask you to think by yourself what are you gonna do?”
That made Rooster mad. He used the book because it was the way things should be done. Maverick had spent half of Rooster’s life telling him that the answers to all his problems weren’t in the book. But Bradley was too afraid to let that book go.
Eventually, the program ended and you were the second best. Maybe the book wasn’t so bad to follow.
You thought that you would never see him again after this. Well, maybe at Christmas parties in Iceman’s house or some Thanksgivings even. But you never expect to see him again at your new base.
And to be assigned as his wingman.
It wasn’t a secret that the two of you hated each other’s guts. You couldn’t even be in the same room without arguing. When flying, funny enough, you two focused on the mission and nothing more. You were a force to reckon and the best duo that some of the higher ranks had ever seen in years. No one would ever separate you. Even though you tried several times for them to change you to another pilot, it would never happen. You were too good for that.
Now you’re packing for your one-week leave. Iceman has invited your father and you to stay at his home for Christmas. The Admiral had a big house now, with lots of empty rooms in which you could stay. You know there are chances you’ll end up meeting Rooster there. It doesn’t matter, however. You’ll be with Uncle Ice and that’s the best thing about it all.
You get out of your house, lock the door behind you and go to your car with a little dance because you’re so excited about Christmas. It’s one of your favorite holidays. However, once you see a tall, blonde man leaning against your car, all your happiness disappears in thin air.
“Rooster, what do you want?” you ask, opening the trunk and leaving your bag inside. You weren’t one to carry many things, so you had enough with a bag.
“You know how much you love me?” says Rooster with a weird looking smile.
“Actually, I don’t” you close the trunk and walk to him.
“Can you imagine that you do?”
“I don’t think anyone has such a big imagination” you snort.
“Athena, c’mon” You know it’s serious. Rooster never uses your call sign. He calls you by your name or Kerner. You know, Athena seems like such a cool call sign but you actually got it from a pilot of an old show called Battlestar Galactica. Said pilot was some kind of robot or something like that. Yeah, they compared you to a robot.
“Okay, okay. What problem do you have, Rooster?”
“I need you to fake date me during this whole week”
You laugh so hard that you have to use the car as a support to not fall to the floor. Fake dating, really? What a good joke.
“Oooh, you almost got me there. Good joke, solid 10. Now, please move, I have to drive to the airport” you say, wiping a few tears away.
“I’m serious. Slider and Iceman are saying that they invited some random girl over for Christmas. They believe it’s time for me to start forming a family”
“...my father has teamed up with Iceman to find you a date? This is getting better” you laugh again, the situation so surreal that it feels out of a comedy movie.
“Yes, and it’s your father. Yours. So it’s your responsibility to help me” Rooster it’s getting impatient. He needs your help.
“How is it my fault? I didn't tell him to do-” your phone rings in your pocket. “Hold on a second”
You look at the caller. ‘Dad’. You fear the worst.
“Hello, Dad”
“Y/n, sweetheart! Are you coming today?” your dad is very eager to see you again. Since he apologized, your relationship with him has been better than ever. And you’re so grateful for it.
“Oh, yeah. I was just about to get in the car. Why?”
“Because I need to know if I can invite Lucas to dinner” he answers, like it is the most normal thing to invite a random person for dinner.
“Dad… who’s Lucas?” you look at Rooster, and he is frowning like you.
“Your date”
“MY WHAT?!”
Rooster is the one laughing now. You punch him in the arm to make him stop, but he laughs even more.
“Hasn’t Rooster told you that we are introducing him to a nice girl? Well, Tom thought that it would be awkward if he was the only one with a date”
“Dad, I don’t want a date” you complain, even though you know it’s useless.
“Honey, just wait until you meet him. He’s a teacher at Jessica’s school and-”
“I’m dating someone” you blurt, without thinking of the consequences of your words.
“Really? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”
“Because…” you look at Rooster, who now has a smug smile and he knows that you are going through all the possible choices you have. But you only have one. And it has a stupid mustache on its face. “I’m dating Bradley”
There's silence at the other end of the line. Then, your father yells Iceman’s name. “Come here you old man, they’re dating each other!”
“Athena and Rooster are dating?” Iceman’s voice comes to you muffled, but you can still identify the surprise in his voice.
Rooster takes your phone from your hand and presses the speaker button. “Hi, Slider. I’m here with your daughter”
“Oh my god, they’re really together” your father is in complete shock it seems.
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before. It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise” you raise an eyebrow. He’s good at this.
“Rooster, don’t worry. My girl couldn’t be in better hands. I’ll see you at the airport. Have a safe flight!” he hangs up and Rooster gives you your phone back.
“Did they really try to play matchmakers here?” you ask, leaning over your car. You were laughing at him two minutes ago and now you’re fake dating him. Karma is a bitch.
"I mean, I can understand your father trying to look for a good man for you but me? Why?"
"You're everyone's son, Rooster. I've told you several times" you say, opening the door of your car. "Hop on, we're gonna take your stuff"
He points to his car. "I have it there. We're going in my car"
"What, why?"
"I'm the man, I should be driving"
"...did you really just say that" you deadpan.
"I don't know where that came from. Anyway, your car is tiny and the airport is one hour away" he explains.
"Your point?"
"I'm six feet tall"
"Oh, right. You’re a fucking giant” you get your bag from the trunk and close the car. “How’s the weather up there?”
“Haha, so funny.” says Rooster, rolling his eyes and leading the way to his car.
A few minutes later, once you’re on the road, Rooster speaks again. “We need to put our story together”
“Shit, you’re right… Okay, okay. We’ve been dating for a few months already”
“How many are a few? Because you’re introducing me to your father and that's really serious. Even if I know him already. Actually, I met him before you” he says, turning off the radio.
You should have accepted the date. It would have been easier. “Six months?”
“Seems good. Who confessed first?”
“You, obviously” you grab your phone and open the note app to write everything down. “I’ll send you the list later”
“Good, I’ll read it on the plane. And yes, I should be the one confessing here because you seem to be allergic to every human emotion” he jokes.
“You’re an idiot, you know”
“Honey, you’re dating this idiot for a week so you better start putting a loving smile on that creepy face of yours or nobody is gonna buy it”
“I hate you”
“Same here, princess”
“Don’t call me that”
“Sucks to be you, then. I’m gonna call you that all week”
You groan and hit him in the shoulder. “I’m not calling you things like that. Anyway, we know practically all the important things about each other. We’re basically together every day”
“Yeah, unfortunately”
You turn in your seat to look at him. “If you don’t stop I will punch you in the face and you’ll look really cute in this year’s Christmas photos”
“You’re very aggressive. Your call sign should be Grumpy”
You groan again, covering your face with the hood of your sweatshirt. How are you going to survive a full week with this idiotic, stupid, arrogant man? He can’t even behave for two minutes and help you plan the whole ruse. For fuck’s sake he can’t even go ten seconds without calling you names.
“Can you please take this seriously? You were the one who asked for it!” you plead.
Rooster looks at you for a second before moving his eyes again to the road ahead. “Grouchy suits you better” he states.
You grumble, throwing your phone in the back seat. This is going to be a very long week.
#top gun#top gun x reader#top gun maverick x reader#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw x female reader#rooster top gun#rooster x reader#rooster fanfic#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw fic#top gun rooster#rooster x female reader#bradley bradshaw fanfiction
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FIRST KISSES WITH THEM
Azul , Jade , Rook .
GN!reader
( A/n — damn I felt like writing for Jade and Azul.. )
ROOK !
Oh the hunter, so excited to be graced by your soft, plump, lips. Do always expect a dramatic kiss from him and although as dramatic as his kisses are, they're always full of passion.
And whenever he pulls away from the kiss, he's chucking gently, looking proud of what he had achieved and that you're here with him, his kisses make you lean in for more, he also probably tastes like a sweet eclair or some tea.
"Mon Amour, I've been graced by such beautiful lips and a very beautiful person that is my lover! Such kindness you've shown to this hunter, it's like I've seen the light!" He always has an arm around your waist or holding your hand gently while rubbing it with his thumb gently, he holds them as if you would break in any moment now being so fragile and delicate.
His gestures while kissing you are reassuring and something that would make you melt. "Truly now, am I your prince? I've come to you now princess"
AZUL !
When Azul already has secured your relationship, everything between the both of you, your bonds, its strengths and every aspect of it that makes it seem deeper, the way he can be vulnerable around you.. and of course you seeing his old picture as a kid being all-round, cute, chubby.
Azul never expected you to view him like that, was it true? You think he looked cute? My, if that's so! Give him a moment, you're so kind, loving, all he's ever wanted, and by now he's even feeling vulnerable. He wants to kiss you so bad, he can't wait!
But he needs to think about the kiss, how it can happen, and every possible thing he can think of including his insecurity to go away for a moment! He needs some help and encouragement!
"Oh... is this true? We've kissed.. it feels so surreal, I.." give him one moment! One moment to process what happened, he's touching his lips and reminiscing the way you both had kissed.
Did you enjoy it? Was he good? Oh, he shouldn't leave you unsatisfied now. Azul isn't experienced, the kiss would most likely be such a quick peck.
One kiss is all it takes for him to love you more if that's even possible because he loves you so much already! He already demands kisses as payments even! Kisses for this, that and so the list goes on.
JADE !
Jade is observant, he sees you looking at him and his lips even if he isn't looking your way!
Now, what could you possibly want, a kiss maybe? Oh, let him have his fun and tease you a little, it doesn't happen often! But he does make sure you get the kiss you want, not just any kiss, he lovers his guard down, and he's just Jade, Not the Jade who takes care of Floyd and Azul, not the one who's Azul's right hand and trusted friend, and not the Jade who punishes people for breaking contracts, and certainly not the Jade who's the vice dorm leader of Octavinelle. He's just him for once, he allows it while he kisses you.
"You wanted a kiss right? You got it already, anything more for my dear? Hey, kidding aside. I... love you" Maybe it wasn't a good time to say I love you, but Jade didn't think about what he said and suddenly just blurted it out.
"Forgive me for that dear." Tho as you kiss him back, he once more allows himself to be now vulnerable. He's much more of a cheek or forehead kisser, on other occasions it can be nose kisses.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst headcanons#twst scenarios#twst imagines#twst x you#azul ashengrotto x reader#twst fluff#twst x y/n#azul x you#azul x reader#azul x mc#azul ashengrotto#azul headcanons#octavinelle#octavinelle x reader#rook hunt#rook x reader#rook hunt x reader#jade x reader#jade leech x reader#twst jade#pomefiore#pomefiore x reader
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Best of 2023
Toledo, OH, Dec. 30, 2023
It's going to take years to unpack the last few months of 2023. Whatever mental trauma is inflicted upon those removed from the situation in no way approximates the devastation and inhumanity occurring daily to millions. That the US is funding it all, and institutions and businesses domestically are punishing those who speak out about it, is sickening and terrifying. The latest Lulu's email newsletter wrote more eloquently about it all than I could, and plainly calls for empathy at the end: "Be good in a bad world."
And we do that, pretending things are normal for the sake of others, our kids, our partners. But things are not normal, and that pressure forces other changes, because while we can to some degree control what happens within our lives, there's no fix for seeing (let alone experiencing) dead, maimed children regularly on Instagram, victims of bombings without caution or consequence. A sense of powerlessness pervades. What we can do is keep talking, sharing and banding together. Being good in a bad world.
Some notes:
Lots more instrumental, or nearly instrumental, music than usual this year on my list, which tracks with the current climate. Music without words, or without discernible words, leaves space for thoughts to become untangled, sure; but a lot of what’s highlighted below felt more transcendent than meditative.
I still listen to rap quite a bit, but very few new songs I heard stuck around past a few days. Call it malaise from living in an era where every other song on the radio has a trap beat. Starlito dropped a clunker, which shouldn't have shocked me but did, and it personally felt significant. Maybe it’s indicative of the old guard’s demise, but hopefully it removes a wall and allows me to engage with newer rap music better. That being said: Veeze's Ganger was head and shoulders above everything else; billy woods' short verse on "As the Crow Flies" made me gasp the first time I heard it (and I also loved ELUCID's verse on "Baby Steps"); and I listened to The Jacka's The Jack Artist most of all.
Of all the books I read this year, two books by Fernanda Melchor, Hurricane Season and Paradais, stood out. Melchor’s prose is incredibly powerful, bleakly funny and vicious in equal measure. The sharp, frank assessments by characters in often ludicrous situations feel like a product of the contemporary but imbued with some ancient wisdom. Shout out to Julia S. for the new and notable South American literature tips.
In the midst of holiday/short day doldrums, amidst endless bleak news reports, it was difficult battling back cynicism to listen to anything, especially back to all of these records and tapes listed below. It ended up being oddly therapeutic, highly enjoyable and maybe necessary, the same as when I force myself out to shows when it's easier to stay home. That feeling chips away at the notion of this list-making exercise as futile, for me certainly, but hopefully also for you. Thank you for reading, and I hope you find something you like, too.
And so:
LP
Lewsberg, Out and About (12XU)
Equipment Pointed Ankh, From Inside the House (Bruit Direct Disques)
The Native Cats, The Way On Is the Way Off (Chapter Music)
Water Damage, 2 Songs (12XU)
VoidCeremony, Threads of Unknowing (20 Buck Spin)
Emily Robb, If I Am Misery Then Give Me Affection (Petty Bunco)
CIA Debutante, Down, Willow (Siltbreeze)
Olimpia Splendid, 2 (Fonal/Kraak)
Nusidm, The Last Temptation of Thrill (Bruit Direct Disques)
Incipientium, Undergång (Happiest Place)
Witness K, s/t (ever/never)
Leda, Neuter (Discreet Music)
12"/10"/7"/CS
Chrome Cell Torture, Laugh Then Lie 7" (Scarlet)
Joe Colley, Acting As If 10" (Substantia Innominata)
Disintegration, Time Moves For Me 12" (Feel It)
Life Expectancy, Decline CS (Iron Lung)
Gabi Losoncy, Lieutenant single-sided 12" (self-released)
Peg, We Know Who You Are and Everyone Is on the Lookout CS (No Rent)
Romance, Seven Inches of... 7" (self-released)
Sial, Sangkar 7" (La Vida Es Un Mus)
Slow Blink/Stomachache split CS (Hectare)
Howard Stelzer, oh calm down you're fine CS (No Rent)
Troth, Idle Easel 12" (Digital Regress)
Mark Van Fleet, Vordenal CS (Refulgent Sepulchre)
Stress Positions at the Pilot Light, Dec. 9, 2023
Shows
Bill Orcutt & Chris Corsano duo at Jackson Terminal, Knoxville, TN, April 1
Hell & My Wall at DRKMTTR, Nashville, TN, April 7
Cyberplasm, X-Harlow & FKA Ice at the Pilot Light, Knoxville, TN, May 18
Lewsberg at JJ's Bohemia, Chattanooga, TN, September 27
Stress Positions & Utopia at the Pilot Light, Knoxville, TN, December 9
Five songs favorably commented upon by my 3 y/o daughter*
*Something that happens so rarely that I try to take note when it does
Dua Lipa, "Levitating"
Martin Frawley, "Heart In Hand"
Mount Trout, "Hang Around"
Witness K, "In Knots"
The Young Senators, "Ringing Bells (Sweet Music) Part II"
#Lewsberg#Water Damage#12XU#Equipment Pointed Ankh#Nusidm#bruit direct disques#The Native Cats#Voidceremony#Emily Robb#Petty Bunco#CIA Debutante#Siltbreeze#Olimpia Splendid#incipientium#Leda#Witness K#Troth#Gabi Losoncy#Veeze#Joe Colley#The Jacka#billy woods#ELUCID#iron lung records#La Vida Es Un Mus#Best of 2023
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If you want to make propaganda you can view the submissions here but please know the second tab which also contains the reasonings submitted has like every TW so be prepared!
Right now the rules of the next section of the tournament are as followed
You WILL be civil to the shippers of the ship you think is worse, no I do not CARE if it's abuse or incest or the most problematic thing in the world, we will be CIVILIZED. If I catch you spewing toxic shit about how all shippers of a ship are horrible terrible people who need to die you WILL be blocked. We are not here for a guilt trip! We are here to have fun being dramatic! Small PLAYFUL pokes are fine, but everyone should have fun even the shippers of the ship you think is worse.
I shouldn't have to specify but be like, actually decent about what you say, I had a person in the forms wishing rape on a character and like bro take that up with your ao3 search results not me or anyone else here. So like, yeah the characters are just characters, but theres a difference between edge and potentially being intensely triggering and uncomfortable for literally no reason.
If you want to make propaganda I advise either light hearted gags at a ships expense,
Example of a light hearted gag would be like a picture of Junko sitting on Mikan kneeling into a bench and a caption like "would you really not vote for this?" thats hilarious and doesn't target actual people.
Or you draw art for the ship that gives you less despair, branch out a bit. Never drawn I dunno Ryoma x Kirumi before but you think its less toxic then uhh Hajime x Mikan? Well here's your chance to try drawing some Ryoma x Kirumi! Make propaganda for the ship you want people to NOT vote for!
I can't enforce this but the tag you want to use for anything you create for this should be "#Despair Ship" this is so people can filter it out more easily. I'm here to cause fun, not make people frustrated because their tag got overrun.
Again I also can't enforce this but remember the point isn't to find the ship that's the most abusive, or the most toxic, its to find the ship that gets the most despair. For instance there are very few ships on the list I find personally more despairing then kokichi and shuichi, and that's because it's a lot harder to stumble on some of the more kneejerk offensive ships compared to how I cannot escape kokichi and shuichi making out no matter how hard i try. Like I said I can't enforce this but if you're wondering why a ship you think is more inherently toxic is losing, this is probably the reason why.
I am also a single person, while I have a friend who is here on the sidelines cheering me on, I hand made the bracket and everything else about this. If the brackets aren't perfectly balanced or a ship you don't like didn't make the cut, remember that I am just a single person.
Voter fraud is allowed and encouraged I'm not a coward this is the voting fraud website if you're determined to make a thousand sock puppet accounts just to make sure Celeste x Togami is the winner then that's the biggest possible powermove and I respect it. Also I guess I accept bribes now, because I think it's funny.
Thank you for all the support I've gotten! While rather small scale compared to other polls, the fact I've got people sending asks and following means a lot to me. Even if I barely get any interaction from here out, I still had fun and am happy to have done this. Voting will either open Saturday or Sunday but if I forget and it's a day or too late then feel free to shake me in the asks by short term memory is Not Good
#despair ship#ndrv3#goodbye despair#trigger happy havoc#danganronpa v3#ultra despair girls#danganronpa#danganronpa 2
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Hey, i just wanna say thank you for your political posts because this is the first time in literal years that i've felt any sort of understanding of the american political system and why shit is as bad as it is. Honestly I've even come out of reading a lot of then with optimism as weird as that may sound, because it seems like things CAN be made better and thats something i really needed to know.
So yeah uh, thanks. I guess.
Aha, you're welcome. I do try. There is so much toxic and illiterate political misinformation out there, from both right and left, that I am not always sure how much good it does, but at least I'm saying it, so, yeah. Ever since I started posting more regularly about politics, my block list has grown exponentially and looking at my notes is often an.... interesting.... experience, but there you have it.
The last six years have been unprecedented in American history, and even if we've grown more or less numb to the constant cavalcade of disasters, we shouldn't normalize them. Nor should we think that everything is totally fucked and beyond any kind of fixing. That sort of "nothing matters so just either give up or put all your hopes in a fantasy revolution to fix everything!" thinking is never going to do any good for anyone, and it's not even reflective of what's really going on. It's hard to tell among all the GOP screaming and extremism and threats, but 2022 is (at least thus far) representing the first sustained move away from Trumpism that we've seen since Trump first got elected. Things are getting better, and if there's a good result for Democrats in November, they have a chance to continue doing so. Even the professional liberal handwringers and concern trolls extraordinaire at MSNBC just ran this graphic:
Yes, the Republicans are so dangerous that they can't be allowed to get anywhere near power again, and I worry that too much of the country doesn't see that (and will be helped out by Democratic voter apathy, but we did just have that barn-busting result in deep red Kansas, so... yeah, I think Team Blue is paying attention). Yes, the Supreme Court will kill us all if it doesn't get fixed, and soon. But people who are acting like "oh it doesn't matter that the FBI raided Mar-a-Lago, nothing is going to happen" like... what? The reason the Republicans are screaming about how it has never happened before is because it has never happened before. Because while we have had shitty terrible crime-adjacent ex-presidents before, none of them have been as bad as Trump. We don't know what yet, but this means something. I have been as skeptical of Garland as anybody, and I'm still waiting to see what comes when the J6 committee finishes its hearings. But this increases the public pressure for accountability, and the FBI followed up the raid by seizing cellphones belonging to Trumpy members of Congress (including coup-supporting GOP PA Rep. Scott Perry). The recovered documents are reportedly so sensitive that the FBI had no choice but to send in the gang to execute a search warrant, signed by a Trump-appointed federal judge and a Trump-appointed FBI director. Welp.
Anyway, the point is: boy, do I also struggle with the "things are terrible and there's nothing to be done" mindset. But it isn't true, the people who are telling you that have a vested interest in your disempowerment, and for all its flaws and failings, there's absolutely no reason we have to abandon our venerable old democracy to the absolute worst of what America has to offer. People voted en masse in Kansas and defeated Republican extremism -- IN KANSAS! There are some great progressive Democrats running for Senate, and getting just a few more will rid us of having to kowtow to God Emperor Joe Manchin and Grand Vizier Kyrsten Sinema every single time we want a bill passed. And we got that whole above list of accomplishments done in the worst possible political circumstances, so, uh. Maybe the Democrats actually do know what they're doing, just a little. (Also, I will personally pay ten dollars to anyone who can actually, thoroughly, and satisfactorily explain to me how the Democrats "are really a right wing party!!!" Just saying).
So yes. Things can get better. Things ARE getting better. Things can continue to get better if we continue to act in a way that makes that possible. Etc etc my favorite quote about how to engage with a flawed and frustrating reality: "you are not obliged to complete the work, but nor are you free to abandon it." Because. Indeed.
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hello and thank you for all for everything and making this possible! cannot believe I am actually doing this!
this is a mashup celebration of me hitting 2k followers and celebrating a full year of writing on Tumblr! without any further ado...
For the challenge, you will be combining a couple of points to create a prompt. Any character you like. We are here to create magic and fuel creativity.
All Marvel Characters/All DC Characters/All Star Wars/any movie characters played by our favorite actors.
All kinds of content (angst/fluff/crack/smut/dark) are allowed. If you wanna make sure check in with me first.
The challenge will be running till the first days of may, just in case I wanna come up with a summer challenge but all late entries will be accepted.
Rules:
Readers will all be over 21 and tagged accordingly to what they represent.
Hard nos are incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, underage characters in situations they clearly shouldn't be, water sports, scat play, foot fetish, and grooming. Anything else is pretty much go.
You don't have to be following me! This is an open challenge/calling to all writers. As long as you are 18+. NO MINORS.
Just send me an ask letting me know what you would like to do and which character. Mutuals can dm also! Just to keep a track of things and don't miss anything.
There is no word limit at all. Remember to use a readmore option on your works if is over 350 words! Please be mindful of others!
Tag me in your fic or use the hashtag #selenes writing challenge. A masterlist of all works will be created shortly.
For any inquiries please shoot me an ask!
Prompts:
{I based this challenge on an old sleepover I had for myself. What you chose to do with the scenario you chose is up to you and you alone. Any genre or multiple, anything that will make your writing juices flow.)
Combine from the lists or only choose one thing. Just use one from each list. You could also add an au if you would like.
One of the seven deadly sins.
{pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth.}
One color.
{ yellow, white, black, red, purple, pink, orange, green, gray, blue, brown. or any other kind of specific color you might like.}
One song.
{any song, any language, I would love to hear it.}
One or two or several characters.
{Characters are not limited, you can choose any form you prefer: character x reader, character x OC, and multiple pairings are encouraged!}
One adjective to describe your reader/oc.
{Any adjective. Courageous, feisty, insane, melancholic. Any you like.}
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Second Chance
Hello, me again! I just got back from re-reading Snap, and I was wondering if we could get a little peek at how the second chance rule went when it was first implemented? (Nooooo, this isn't a thinly veiled excuse to read more hurt/comfort, what are talking about?) – diamond-blade
Read on Ao3 Snap (not necessary, but perhaps explanatory)
Warnings: creative burnout, self-esteem issues
Pairings: roceit, can be platonic or romantic you decide
Word Count: 1292
(also, if you'd by any chance be interested in reading some original fiction from me, please sound off in the comments! I've been working on a couple projects recently and i'd love to share them but I wouldn't want to shout into an empty void.)
When Roman isn't in his room, Janus turns and heads for the Imagination's library instead.
Something he's still wrapping his head around is that Roman isn't at all how he expected him to act when he's hurt. He doesn't protest at the smothering from Patton or Virgil, he doesn't struggle against the prescribed mother-henning from Virgil, and the moment he's allowed off the hook he doesn't go out of his way to act like everything's back to normal. He is, in fact, one of the most sensible of them when it comes down to it.
Which, ironically, has posed its own list of problems.
Because Roman is so sensible, or perhaps because he has had to get so good at rationalizing and defending his actions, he is equally adept at explaining why, exactly, the things he is doing are sensible. So much so, in fact, that Janus has actually seen him talking his way through being allowed to do something he shouldn't by explaining how he's being reasonable about it.
Now, this isn't a problem when said thing is, oh, taking longer to eat his fill of the food that someone had generously taken the time to…experiment with and prepare, but it is a problem when it comes to him working after he's been suffering from creative burnout for the past few weeks.
Janus is certain there is a wonderful explanation prepared.
The library doors are closed, which is a good sign, but he can see from the light underneath that the curtains have been drawn, which is less good.
"Roman?"
"In here!"
Janus pushes open the doors and glances around. "Ah, there you are."
Roman waves from a table piled high with books. Some are from the library, others are not. Janus would bet good money that most of them are Roman's notebooks, each page filled with his neat little letters. He shakes his head slightly, marveling at how many notebooks Roman's managed to amass.
"Did you need something?"
He looks back at Roman. "You weren't in your room, I was worried."
Ah. Roman shuffles a little, looking away. "Did you…expect me to be?"
"I've seen Remus look less guilty than that," he says, not unkindly.
"So that's a yes," he mutters, flicking through a book.
He sighs. "I'm not mad at you, my prince."
"…you're not?"
"Should I be?" He quickly holds out a hand when Roman flinches, eyes widening and hands clenching on the book. "Relax, my prince, there's nothing you've done wrong, don't fret."
"Sorry." He toys with the corner of a page, "I'm…trying not to be so jumpy."
"You're still healing, I won't hold it against you." With Roman's permission, he sits carefully on the bench next to him. "When was the last time you took a break, my prince?"
"…what time is it?"
Janus raises a disapproving eyebrow.
"No, really, what time is it?"
"A few hours past noon."
"So…" Roman counts on his fingers, "about forty minutes ago."
"And the last time you ate?"
"A meal? Three hours ago. But…" He rummages around beneath the table, producing a thing of jerky and a bag of candy. "I have snacks!"
"And drank?" He holds up his water bottle and Janus snorts. "You're not on the road, sweetie, we have cups and mugs and plates, you don't have to snack like you're taking from provisions."
"I know, it's just easier. I am less likely to make a mess and get stuff on the books. Plus, when I'm clumsy and forgetful, then these things have lids and closures and I will not be spilling everywhere and ruining things." He makes a face. "I don't speak from experience or anything, though."
Janus chuckles, shaking his head slightly as Roman tucks his 'provisions' away and draws his book closer, squinting at the text.
See?
Reasonable.
But the same problem exists here as it does when he finds Remus in here after burnout, even if Roman's chosen to carry it out in a much less…obviously self-destructive way than swinging a sword at a dummy or insisting on sparring with a still-weakened body.
And to convince the prince of that will require the same amount of resolve.
"Roman," he begins as gently as he dares, "will you take another break?"
Roman looks up, a frown forming on his face. "Why, is something wrong?"
"Does something have to be wrong for you to take a break?"
"…it's just that I took one not too long ago, so…"
He waits for Roman to finish, and when he doesn't, reaches over and gently, tenderly, cups his cheek. "Second chance?"
Roman's eyes flutter closed and a shaky breath warms the skin just under Janus's glove. "Can I have a second to put words in order?"
He nods and lets the library lapse into silence again, still gently stroking the soft skin of Roman's cheek. He smiles when Roman leans into the touch, his other hand slowly moving from the book to the table, from the table to the bench, to nervously take the edge of Janus's cape between his fingers. He rewards the ask by scooting a little closer, enough to let the poor thing lean on him if need be.
"I've been struggling," Roman confesses in a delicate whisper, "not just because I've been…burnt out for so long, but because it's…it's still hard to ask."
He swallows and Janus adjusts his grip to let Roman lean against his shoulder.
"Part of it is…coming to terms with the fact that I'm not as useful to you all as I can't do the thing that makes me valuable anymore right now. Intellectually," he says before Janus can gently smack him, "I know that isn't true, that I don't have to be useful—or even be useful in the same way—I know I'm not about to be…kicked out or anything just 'cause I'm not what I was, but in the same way that intellectually knowing your leg is broken doesn't stop it from hurting."
He glances up at Janus, then at the hand clutching part of his cape.
"But it's fine."
Janus hisses gently. "Second chance?"
"I just don't want to be a burden, okay?"
There's a sudden vulnerability to his words, a weakness and meekness that's been absent from the conversation so far, and it gives Janus pause. His hands still in their ministrations and he turns just enough to cup Roman's chin.
"You're wanted," he says softly, feeling Roman's fingers twitch on his cape, "you're not a burden."
He can tell by the way Roman shifts and resolutely avoids his gaze that he doesn't quite believe it, not yet, but at least he doesn't try to argue. He cups his head and pulls him back in for a small cuddle, gently squeezing the back of his neck as Roman's free hand curls more confidently into the front of his shirt. He hums, low in his throat, gently kissing his temple.
Roman's stomach rumbles.
"Are you hungry?"
"Guess so."
"Hey," Janus calls, reaching out to stop him as he goes for his snacks again, "come down and have a proper meal, please?"
"Okay."
Janus smiles and helps him up, gently kissing his cheek as they leave the library. The Imagination carefully closes the notebook Roman left open, a single beam of golden sunlight illuminating it so that when he's ready, he can come back right to where he left off.
Come on, Janus isn't a monster, alright?
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Leviathan x F!MC
The Diary
Well, I name it F!MC because this one is dedicated to my best friend, but I don't think I mention gender anywhere, so yeah.
Summary:
You decide to start keeping a diary, yet it falls on the wrong hands.
Warnings: Mentions of: Suicide, Depression, Anxiety.
This is also my first kinda angst story here and not NSFW, how about that😂😃
"Dear diary,
It's as normal as a day in the devildom is, I needed to do something to get outside this boring routine. It was eating me apart, I felt myself getting eaten by depression again. I didn't want to let it happen.
I didn't want a shopping spree with Asmo, I didn't want to team up with Belphie and Satan to prank Lucifer...
I didn't even want to stay with Levi in his room and rot all day in a chair playing games and watching shows. I'm sick of it. I used to have so much fun that way since they are my hobbies to, yet I feel a bit burned out. Maybe I should take a trip back to the human world.
No, that would be catastrophic. I don't want to return to the hell I was born in. Devildom is much better than back home. It's almost equal to commiting suicide.
What should I do? I feel helpless. I want to do so many things yet I feel like doing nothing. Wait, since there are things I want to achieve, why am I not actually trying to cross things off my list? Oh right, I don't have money, and I also really don't have the energy right now.
All I want to do is lay all day... It's nice and warm in my bed. I can listen to songs... I can daydream, I can cry... I wish I could share my comfort with someone... A spesific "someone".
Levi. Yes, Levi. The moment I first arrived here I didn't really think much of him yet, suddenly that change. Almost overnight. I want to spend time with him, I want to hug him and kiss him, I want to make love to him yet... Yet his shyness is always an obstacle I can't beat. Maybe because we both share it, maybe I'm more scared than him. Scared to hurt myself in the process, scared to trust someone, anyone. Scared to hurt him, scared of the world, scared of my feelings.
My dear diary, I write to you so long and yet I came to no conclusion once again. I still don't know what to do, when to do it... Maybe I will do it... Maybe I'm too scared for that too."
A person holding the diary no they're knees, sitting down on the floor. A million thoughts in their mind, one reaction. Tears. Tears is all they could produce, not a word not an action, just tears.
That person is Levi, he's sitting in my room, reading the last page of my diary I left open in my bed. I don't know it yet since I'm in the kitchen making sweets with Luke and Simeon.
Time passes, night is here and the dinner is served. Levi is nowhere to be seen. Lucifer asks me to get him. I roll my eyes at him, like I couldn't think of it myself?? "I'm sick of you and your arrognace Lucifer!" I want to say yet I swallow my words and go to Levi's room.
I knock once.
I knock twice.
- Levi, Come down for dinner
My voice soft, yet maybe it shouldn't since his probably playing and he has his headset on.
- Levi!
I say indeed louder this time. No response. I get worried so I open the door. No one is inside.
I am puzzled yet the worry inside me rises. I take a deep breath and try to think realistically, I try not to let worry and anxiety get the better of me. Yet I lose this battle once again.
I go to the dinning room and inform everyone. They don't seem to care. They all name a different reason. Only Beel said something actually useful. "He may be in your room" he said.
I immediately nod positively and walk to my room. There he is, sleeping on the floor with swollen eyes and a notebook in his arms. No, not a notebook. My diary.
Why did I need a diary? What for? Did he read everything? Am I exposed? I don't like it when others know things about me that I haven't allowed them to!
Panic and my ego disappear when I see his eyes once again. Was he crying? Did I read something bad that I forgot about? Or... is he feeling bad for me? No way, that's not it. He could never. Not because he's unable, no. Because I'm not worthy of it.
I sit by him after I cover him with a blanket. I smile and move his hair out of his face. His so cute, so adorable. I want him, I'm in love with him. Why did he have to read my diary?
A few hours pass but I haven't manage to sleep, and I slowly see him wake up. His eyes slowly open and his face turns red when he notices me. Typical.
He tries to speak yet none of it makes sense for the first seconds. I let him taje his time. He takes a few breaths while looking away from me and he turns at me when his ready. Face red, covering his mouth as he speaks.
Levi: MC... I, I'm sorry I never meant to read your personal things! Never! Please don't hate me for it. I know it's bad I know I messed up I know you're mad but I didn't meant to hurt you.
Then it hit me. He's in the same boat as me. Scared, shaking, I see myself in him yet in the same time I see a whole different person. I smile as I realise what I have to do, how to get out of my routine.
- It's okay. I shouldn't have let it open, don't feel bad alright? No need for that. Just.. well pretend you never have read it alright?
Levi: I want to but... I-i'ts hard. All these things you wrote... all these things you feel... Why did you never speak to me?.. To, to anyone I mean! Not me specifically, like anyone you know?
He hides away again and I smile, he always has that effect, that innocence that won over me.
- My thoughts are mine, and I don't won't to share them. But since you did read them, just know that... Everything will be fine... I think, or at least I'll try. Levi, I can't lie and I don't want to. I've been in a dark place and I don't think I'll escape it soon but, you can heal me or help me but you can make the process hurt less. And i want to do the same for you, to help you beat your problems away.
Levi: H-how?
- I wanted to do this for so long.
I hold his face and I close my eyes as i lean closer to him, touching my lips on his. Softly, with care and a bit of love that's missing from the both of us.
Levi's eyes get wide open and i feel his body tremble. He really didn't expect it.
- Too much? Maybe I should have hugged you first and then.. do this
Levi: No no, it's... it's fine really. Does this mean that... you too... see me as more than a friend?
I simply nod, not wanting to appear more embarrassed or anxious than I already am.
- I want us to do this, to try beating our dark side together, hm? What do you say?
Levi tries to find his words but when he fails, he shakes his head and kisses me. Now that was unexpected.
Levi: This is the energy I had for a week, be greatful.
We both laugh, and i get him in my arms. This day ended better than I though.
Take a look at this story on my Ao3 too<3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52806115
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Poking and prodding at my brain now that I have another potential dose of context for why it melts down and spirals over things so often and like. Putting everything in a list there really is a pattern I should have been paying more attention to probably, but have always just identified as bad anxiety or neurodivergent quirks
That said, it is also making me feel immensely lonely because I have lots of neurodivergent and anxious friends I've gone to for advice over the years, but I'm realizing that my possible pure-obsessive OCD and scrupulosity tendencies may be why I've often responded poorly to their attempts at help. Which is good to understand, and ultimately may help me tell them what I do need but. Also means I am suddenly hyper aware of how irrational the stuff I can't help but meltdown over is, and feel really stupid for it and also like the people I'm closest to aren't going to have much advice for me.
Anyways. For my own connecting-the-dots purposes. Some very normal thoughts I have had breakdowns over before:
As a kid who was raised Evangelical, had a pretty classic case of the religious/blasphemous intrusive thoughts often associated with OCD that caused me an immense amount of distress. This one has calmed down entirely now that I have extricated myself from that environment, but also for a couple years after leaving the church I would have similar thought spirals literally any time someone mentioned the concept of the afterlife/hell.
Adjacently, the second part contributed to me having a fear of death so intense for a while that I once broke down crying in my mom's car during the 7-minute drive from my dad's place to hers on a night where there were no other cars on the road because I was so convinced we were going to die in a car crash.
Unfortunate fact: I was trying to get into Discworld at the time and read Mort while all this was going on and my opinion of the series has never quite recovered.
.......Have multiple friends very into Discworld and used to spiral any time it got mentioned because it felt like a moral flaw that it stressed me out so much because I shouldn't feel that way about something to important to my friends, and additionally felt like it would be, essentially, thoughtcrime to blacklist it.
(This is better now and I am probably going to give the books another try, but for a while I was very stupid about it)
Spent actual years searching for a place to buy gatorade powder that wasn't Walmart or Amazon even though I need it for actual health reasons, because they were the only places I could find it and I have an obsessive avoidance of both companies and couldn't bear the thought of buying from them for the first time in years. Over something I needed. For my health.
Opposite of the Discworld problem: some of my friends have problems with a TV show I like which means I have spent entire evenings crying myself to sleep with guilt because obviously I cannot like things that the people in my life are bothered by
I am not joking I missed class regularly as a result of the last one for several weeks, I was so distraught.
And like I also have dealt with a lot of other things over the years, including really upsetting intrusive thoughts (usually of the "what if something violent and gory happened to you and/or your loved ones," variety, with a side of self-harming and suicidal thoughts -- being a really visual thinker makes this particularly terrible) and constant spiraling over perceived social/moral missteps.
And I guess I'm feeling kind of frustrated because so many people have latched onto the more... hm... relatable I guess aspects of my anxiety in ways that have made me think the above are like. Normal for someone with really bad anxiety (and trauma too, I guess, though I think that really is the source of some of them) and I've fallen into beating myself up over not being able to overcome mine the way everybody else seems to. And now I still don't even entirely feel like I'm allowed to self-diagnose any of this as OCD specifically but I'm also realizing that there is something much more fucked up and irrational happening in my brain than I thought because I just assumed this was how mental illness was for everyone and I was just. Really bad at managing it.
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The First Murderer
Cain walked the halls of Chaldea, observing the various Servants. It was quite a fascinating spectacle. He had met many historical figures and heard many tales of heroes in his own universe, it was interesting to see how wildly or closely they resembled those. Some you could barely recognize, others tied to fictional retellings of events (at least in his universe). Artoria had been a surprise, Cain having met King Arthur in his own world.
The various gods wondering the halls also stroked a sense of nostalgia. It reminded him of the earlier years of Audapaupadopolis, when gods and men would walk the same roads in unity under his father's rule. It could remember it perfectly, even after countless centuries. An effortless task in reality for him. He remembered everything. One might call it a photographic memory, but it went well beyond that. He could count up every single breath he'd taken in his life, from birth to now. Every breath he'd seen other people take. Every detail could be recalled without error. A memory that would never forget what he had done.
And it was due to this memory he noticed he was being followed. The individual was an expert, and clearly knew who Cain was. Or thought they did. They had managed to stay out of sight, but had failed to account for the other servants. He had thousands of remembered crowds to compare these to. He could spot how those at the back picked up their pace. The nervous whispers and slight quieting of the crowd. Clearly someone ominous waited just out of view behind him.
Cain turned down a less crowded hall, and then another. Moving away from the high traffic areas of Chaldea, hopefully with fewer people around his follower would reveal themselves. Cain had very little concern about them intending ill will upon him. He'd been most cooperative with Chaldea, the Fae of this universe shouldn't be at war with his family, and there was his curse.
He finally reached a hallway that appeared quite empty. From the signs, this was where parts were stored to repair the Chaldea facility. There should be no one here to bother them. Cain would stop and look behind himself fully, waiting for his follower to step into view. A full minute passed and Cain sighed loudly. His follower was either committed or had lost him. Cain turned back to continue his walk.
"Why are you here?"
Cain was suddenly face to chest to a towering armoured and cloaked figure. A horned skull helmet glared down at him with glowing blue eyes. He'd take a couple of steps back in surprise. He was left speechless for a few moments as he tried to process how this giant had snuck up quietly behind him. Before the man had to repeat his question, Cain responded. "Well I'm here to hep out with this. . ." Cain would pause to think, Da Vinci and him had yet to identify the exact issue they were dealing with, "cross dimensional issue." While there seemed to be a temporal aspect, Da Vinci was quite certain nothing lined up properly with the Lost Belts. But there were aspects that lined up with the SCP Foundation's research into alternate dimensions.
"And why aren't you doing that now?"
Cain glanced down at the large blade held in both hands of the figure, currently held so it pointed at the ground. He'd then glance back up at the figure before him.
"It isn't exactly polite to be threatening a guest"
"Why should we welcome a murderer as a guest?"
Cain sighed and roll his head. This was an unexpected situation. "Really?" He'd retort before focusing back on the First Hassan. Cain already knew who he was, he'd been allowed to skim through the personal records to see which servants were here. He had been curious to meet some. And some he wanted to avoid. The Hassan was on neither list.
"Okay. I am not your Cain. I am Cain El Asem. Son of Lilith El Asem. Dream of Lilith. Star of the Evening. My name is forged in iron."
Cain stated his full name and saw the First Hassan shift minutely. Cain couldn't be certain if it was him reacting to the power his name held or the fact his mother wasn't Eve, but he was sure he had gotten across he wasn't this universe's Cain.
"You can even call me 073 if that helps separate me from him." Cain would add, he had gotten used to the title while at the Foundation.
"How does that change your crime?" The First Hassan asked in a cold emotional voice. Cain facepalmed. "You do realize I was punished like your Cain was, right?" Cain would slide his hand off of his face. "And I've tried my best to harm no one else since."
"You've stayed your hand of murder ever since?" Cain couldn't miss the tone of curiosity in the First Hassan's voice. "Yes," Cain replied. However, he had been responsible for deaths. Not everyone was willing to be talked down, some wanted blood. But his curse ensured only their blood would spill, his punishment would not be ended early. And his curse of memory made sure he'd never forget their corpses.
The Hassan stepped closer to Cain. "How can you deny what defined you?"
Cain would stare up at the towering man. "Your Cain was a farmer, and I was the Gardener of Eden. I am heir to Adam El Asem, First King of Men, Maker of the First City. King of all That Is. We were both more than just murders" "Dead dreams and empty titles," The First Hassan replied. "Why do you care?" Cain would ask annoyed. "There are plenty of murderers and villains in this place. Or have you done this with all of them?"
The First Hassan stepped closer, mere inches between them. Cain didn't back away, but had to stretch his neck to keep his eyes locked on the Hassan's. "Your crime is all you have left. You are no longer a gardener or farmer. No throne awaits you. Only our sins remain." The Hassan bent forward to look fully down on Cain, "and I know our worlds are different. Different Cains, different sins."
Cain was quiet for a moment, then spoke. "What exactly do you want?" Cain couldn't figure out what was this man's problem. There was a stretch of silence between them, then the First Hassan spoke.
"How did you kill him?"
Cain frowned. He'd turn away, planning to walk in the opposite direction of the conversation. He'd find himself blocked by the Hassan once more, somehow moving to the other side of Cain. He tried again and was once more blocked. "I stabbed him!" Cain would exclaim in frustration, and try to walk away again. The assassin once more blocked the way, though he was a few steps away now. "With what?"
"A sword."
Cain didn't bother trying to walk away this time. "You already had implements of murder already?" The First Hassan asked.
"Yes, we had weapons. Not all the creatures back then were friendly."
"So murder already existed"
"Yes, but I still get called the first murderer."
"But you are the first betrayer."
Cain paused at this. That was an odd accusation. "And?" The First Hassan stepped closer, adjusting his grip on his sword as he did. "You cannot be trusted." He'd state plainly.
"Because I killed my brother?"
"Because you betrayed your brother."
"What's the difference?"
"The sin that defines you." Cain was getting angry now. "Why? How?" "Cause it is all you have left," the Hassan would repeat. "Why do you think that?" Cain would ask.
"Because it defines me." Cain would look puzzled at The First Hassan. Then he remember what he had said earlier. 'our sins.' "You're me." Cain would state before rolling his eyes and head. "And that somehow makes you an expect on me, despite our histories being different."
"Yes."
Cain would shake his head, not even bothering to look at the assassin. "I swore off violence, but you decided more violence was the right lesson to take away from bashing your brother's head in. Can you not see the difference there."
"Our differences are our sins. I murder, you betray."
"You lured your brother into a field to kill him, sounds like a betrayal of trust."
"Betrayal already existed in the world."
"And how do you know it wasn't already in mine?"
"I don't, but there were only two sins to take away from our crime. If you did not take murder, then it was betrayal."
"Why? Why would I take anything like that? I was given perfect memory to never forget what I did, unlike you who thinks it is blessing to murder his brother." The First Hassan tightened the grip on his sword. "I recall all the love and respect I had for him. Which has clearly dimmed for you into nothing. I can perfectly recall the look of betrayal on his face, I doubt you can recall the mangled mess of his face."
"Then shouldn't you remember perfectly why it was worth betraying him?" the assassin would say, his voice dripping with venom.
The First Hassan stepped closer. Cain stared him down. "We don't even have the same mother. Mine was Lilith, yours was just a sex toy made out of a rib-" Cain was interrupted as the assassin's sword clattered against the wall, the First Hassan's arms going limp. Cain could hear the assassin cough up blood in his helmet, and see it begin to leak out of his chest plate. His arms and chest had been cut clean through, his body held together by his armour now. "Huh, guess we are somewhat alike. Mother is a sore subject for me too. Helps I've had centuries of people bad mouthing her to control my temper." The Hassan fell to his knees. "It was a fine cut, I didn't see or feel it. Very impressive." The assassin final fell at Cain's feet. His body beginning to dissipate into ethereal energy. Cain looked around to check for cameras, he couldn't see any but he figured he should check the security room anyways and scrub this incident. He had planned to stop there later to get a better mental layout of the facility. Chaldea should really upgrade to handprint scanners, he thought. It was far too simple for him to mentally replay everyone's hand movements whenever they punched in a code.
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