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room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate
oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders
cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered
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Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you.
They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.
That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with.
“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.
“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand.
“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius.
“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.
“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.
“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs”
“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar.
“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.”
“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup.
“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug.
“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone.
“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away.
“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive.
You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved.
“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy.
“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy.
“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.
“Do you have work today, love?”
“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up.
“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.
“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced.
“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper.
“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch.
“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest.
“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”
Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak.
“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James.
“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp.
Baby. Baby. Baby.
It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.
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best friends try clothes on for each other, right? ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
contains: teasing, possessive talk, dubious consent, breeding, mentions of spanking on different parts, reader is referred to as having "breasts," "pussy," "clit"
let’s say that you’re my best friend – sweet, innocent, cute and unsuspecting. when you have a date you’re excited for coming up, you confide in me how badly you need to get laid, not even realizing how I clench at the idea of taking care of you when you’re obviously so needy and desperate to have someone’s hands on you. of course, being the devoted friend I am, I agree to go shopping with you so you can model different outfits you’re considering for the date – specifically one that will guarantee a good fuck in store for you. almost like torture, I sit outside the changing rooms, as you stride out with outfit after outfit – a series of miniskirts that hug you just right, tight tops that leave your nipples poking out, dresses so tight that I know it’d be so easy for me to press you against a wall, face pressed to the mirror, and slide my fingers deep in you. you gently whine that I should stay in the room with you – for practical reasons, of course, like so I can help you zip up dresses and so you avoid the shyness of emerging from the changing rooms in front of other people waiting outside them. it makes sense, and even though I know it’s only going to leave me with more thoughts, I go in, the dutiful friend I am. you go through a few more outfits, my eyes averting whenever you change then being requested by you to take in the entirety of each and every outfit. I don’t think you realize how much it’s impacting me to see you like this – possessive and jealous that these outfits will be for someone else to fuck you with, yet admiring and stunned from how good you look.
you try on a tight dress, lush red, and it squeezes around your tits and stretches right below your ass. you spread your arms out, doing a little twirl, and I smile approvingly. with a pout, you flatten your palms along it and say, “I’m just worried. Like, what if I bend over, and they see my panties? It’ll spoil the surprise. I’m wearing these really pretty lace ones that night, and I only want them seeing them when we have sex.”
after a few more moments of pondering, checking yourself out in the mirror, my eyes lingering on every inch of your body, feeling nearly ravenous in my need to drag you onto my lap and fingerfuck you, you turn to me. “This might sound weird, but if you’re comfortable, can I show you, and you tell me if you can see my panties?”
I laugh at first, thinking you’re joking, but in a few moments, I see that you’re the picture of seriousness. I’m throbbing at this point, but I nod, clearing my throat, hoping you don’t notice how I shift in my seat. you turn around, and I get the perfect view of your ass, that dress wrapped and tightened around it so well that I chew on my lip from behind. you brace two hands on the mirror in front of you, and bend low, sticking your ass out for me so I can inspect the results. slowly, the material shifts up, revealing a lace thong underneath, perfectly slid in between your two ass cheeks, where the dress sits halfway up.
after a long, quiet pause, you prompt, “Well?” I can hear how your tone has gotten quieter, more meek, and I glance at the mirror to find you staring hard at the ground.
“Um, it shows a bit. Which is fine, unless you really wanted those panties to be a surprise in the bedroom.”
“I do,” you softly whine, sighing gently, “and I like this dress so much.” you meet my gaze in the mirror, and immediately burst into laughter. “Look at you, you’re flushed red. C’mon, don’t friends play dress up?” with this statement, you shake your butt teasingly, giggling when I look away. you probably don’t even realize all the ways I’m thinking of taking you right now – dragging you onto my lap and slapping your pussy gently for being such a tease, holding your hips in the position you’re in and sliding my cock inside, making you watch yourself in the mirror. “How do you think I look, though?”
I cleared my throat. “You look good.”
you flip around, facing me. you purse your lips together, taking in my flushed face, and I wonder if you can read the room. apparently not, because your next words are, “I also really like how my cleavage looks in this. Like, if I bend over, you can see…” you complete the sentiment by lowering yourself, showing me how the dress gives the perfect view of the curve of your breasts. this really was fucking torture. especially when you stand up, and grope your own tits, squeezing them gently, shaking them around. “I just love how these look in this dress.” you give them one last squeeze, sighing gently as your eyes flutter close. “Sorry, I forgot how sensitive they are.”
at this point, my suspicions are rising. friends or not, you had never gone to lengths this great to emphasize how good an outfit was. “What the fuck are you doing?”
your hands drop from your chest. “What?”
“This is clearly not just about wanting to show me an outfit.”
you brace your hands on your hips, and even through the sexual frustration, I snort fondly. “Yes, it is.” you slowly walk closer to me, and with myself still seated, my eyes are directly in line with your breasts. I peer up to watch you adjusting the straps, until they slip off. “And see how easily it can come off?”
“Perfect for your date.”
“Mhm, so you see, it’s the perfect dress to get fucked in.” you stare down at me coyly, an eyebrow raised in question, even though your fingers are fumbling with the edge of the dress in shyness.
I slip a hand under your thigh, raising your leg so that it’s propped over my shoulder, dangling, as you press your hands against the wall to keep your balance. “So, if you had the chance to get fucked in it now, how would you feel about that?”
you slip your leg off, smile knowingly. “I mean, I think I’d like it, but don’t you have to even check if I’m wet?” you turn back around, bending over, spreading your legs wide enough that this time, I can see your glistening cunt, leaking onto your pretty thong, smeared around your inner thighs. “See, you can only fuck me in it if I’m really, really wet.” with this, you wiggle your butt again, giggling when my jaw clenches, eyes trained on you. “Otherwise, maybe I’ll just wait for my date – oh, fuck.”
your teasing dissolves into a long moan as I move to the edge of my seat, grabbing your hips and pushing your cunt onto my face, my tongue immediately diving in, licking around your flimsy thong. your breathing shudders as I flatten my tongue and drag it along the length of your slippery cunt, gathering the wetness into my mouth and finally fucking getting a taste of you. I can’t get enough of it, licking and licking around the thin fabric, the tip of my tongue softly toying with your pussy lips, swollen and soaked with the desire to be touched. I suck on your lips, nearly groaning at how good it feels to finally have you like this in my mouth. your hips rut, pussy rubbing all over my face as you brace your head on the wall, breaths fogging the mirror. I grab your ass, keeping you still as my fingers drag away the wet, useless piece of fabric, tongue flicking along your pussy, dragging across your folds.
“Ugh, please suck my clit,” you whisper.
“After that show you put on for me? I ought to spank you for that, princess.”
you keep quiet for a few moments, small, gentle whimpers leaving as I press light, soft kisses along your entire pussy, my lips reverent for you. “You can, you know.”
“With all these people to hear? I don’t think so, baby.”
you huff in frustration, groaning, “Please, please at least suck my – hmph, fuck.”
I curl my tongue along your throbbing, stiff clit, the tip stroking it over and over again, pausing to flick it side to side until you’re clamping a hand over your mouth. I dig my fingers into your ass, finally squeezing it in that dress just as I had fantasized, squeezing and groping it, spreading you further so that my lips can round on your clit and suck as hard as I can, until your squeals are obvious even from behind your hand.
“Please, please, I need you inside me.”
that was enough for me. I drag you onto my lap, my arms holding you tight, keeping you in place, your cunt right on my bulge. I raise my hips up, rubbing the curve of my dick along your wet, soft pussy through the fabric, your juices leaking through as you grind, fingers digging into my back, whining into my neck, “Stop teasing me, fuck.”
“Look who’s talking,” I groaned, gripping your ass to drag you up and down my bulge, the shape of it pressed right to your bare cunt. you fist your fingers in my shirt, shuddering and moaning when I grab your waist to help you grind particularly hard down. “Using those pretty outfits just to get me to fuck you. You better not go on that fucking date, understood?”
you nod into my neck, sucking on my skin in order to keep your noises quiet, my own breath hitching at the contact. “I won’t, all yours, all for you.”
I finally unbuckle my pants, rubbing my dick along your slippery cunt, slapping it on your clit to watch you squirm and gasp. finally, when you’re tugging on my shirt and biting my neck in concentration to not make noise, I nudge my cock into your pretty hole, just rubbing the head along your walls. when you begin grinding down, moaning and tugging on my hair in frustration, I slip all the way in, pressing my mouth to yours to keep the two of us quiet. your tongue eagerly meets mine, and we kiss slowly, gently, as you sit there, my cock tight and snug in your pussy. with your mouth still moving against mine, I test out a slow thrust, my hands groping at your ass. you whimper into my mouth, yanking my hair once again, and in a few more thrusts, I’m gently bouncing you in my lap, my cock slipping in and out of you, the most wet, obscene noises echoing in the changing room as your pussy tightens around me.
you move your hips against me, matching my pace as you suck on my tongue to keep quiet, ass smacking against my thighs. your breathing is heavy, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you whimper softly. you tug on my hair again, pressing your forehead to mine. “I’m getting close. Please come inside me, I need to be filled up with you.”
I nearly moan out loud at your words, pressing my face to your neck as I start thrusting harder. “You want to get filled with my load?”
“Please,” you whisper, bouncing on my cock faster. you shove the dress down so that your breasts are out, and I immediately take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it as your fingers curl into my hair, mouth pressed to my head as you gasp when my thumb presses to your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sweet bud. “I need you to make me yours, show everyone who I belong to. Fill me up, please, I need it.”
words become impossible as I move my hips as quickly as I can, my thumb rubbing and rubbing your clit, taking turns on kissing and sucking your pretty nipples. my other hand grips your cute ass, encouraging you to ride me as fast as you can. when your hips lose their steady pace, messily moving with no direction, I know you’ve reached that point, and I whisper in your ear, “Let me breed my pretty girl.”
you shake, pulsing all around my cock, sucking furiously on my neck as I snap my hips up over and over, fucking you through your orgasm as you squeeze onto my cock, enouraging me to finally come, my sticky come bursting inside your hole, finally filling you up with a warm, thick load as I continue pounding into you until every drop is tucked deep inside.
you lay limp against me, breathing heavily, sweat shining across your forehead. I lean against the wall, swallowing hard as I register what just happened. I press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you lean back to smile at me, whispering with a giggle, “Just as I planned.”
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✿ Spring Fever✿
Smut: Minors DNI
You and Hyunjin go for a walk through a local nature trail and things get pretty heated.
Contains: public sex, fingering, female reader, slight name calling, squirting, unprotected sex (assume reader is on birth control)
Word Count: 1500
Author’s note: I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of Hyunjin and public sex. I apologize for this being a bit rough, I have no excuse, english is my first langue, I just suck at writing right now :))).
You take a deep breath, welcoming the fresh air into your lungs. The sunlight that you have missed all winter warms your skin as you listen to the birds chirping. You could hardly believe how much happiness blue skies could bring you after months of endless gray. You hold Hyunjin’s hand tightly as the two of you walk down the path of your favorite nature trail, placing kisses on each other's cheeks, simply enjoying the moment. The trail was quiet, it was a bit of a hidden gem in your town, not everyone knew about it. Long, overgrown grass surrounded the edges of the trail, offering a bit of privacy.
You notice a small trail that leads off the main one, a tiny clearing in the long grass, most likely made by a deer.
“Hyunjin, look, there's a little trail there. Can we go see where it leads to?”
He smiles and nods. “I think there might be a little pond that way, maybe we can find some frogs.”
Hyunjin takes the lead, pulling you behind him, protecting you from any cobwebs on the long grass. You admired his strong figure leading you, how could someone be so perfect? Hyunjin was hard to resist, you couldn't help yourself as reached forward, grabbing his ass. He takes a deep breath and stops. You can sense a change in demeanor, he stares straight ahead, his voice low, “You’re going to regret that.”
You don’t even have time to respond before he’s pulling you along again. His words send a tingling sensation straight to your core.
The two of you finally make it through the grass, the trail opens up to a small clearing and a large pond. You walk up to the edge of the pond, taking in the breathtaking view as Hyunjin holds you from behind.
“Look at the ducks over there. Aren’t they adorable?” you pointed out.
“Yeah... they’re cute,” he mumbles. While Hyunjin would generally be very interested in such a sight, his mind was elsewhere. He let you know what he was truly thinking about by slowly grinding into your ass. You tensed up for a second after feeling how hard he was before slowly relaxing into it. Hyunjin’s hand began to travel the front of your body, one hand grabbing your breast, the other pushing your hips closer to him. You relaxed completely against his body, letting him do whatever he wants. You tilt your head to the side to allow him to suck on your neck, knowing there would be little red marks for you to have to deal with later.
“Such a naughty girl... letting me touch you like this out here,” he whispers, his voice deep and sultry.
Too shy to answer, you pull away from his grasp, desperately grabbing his face to press your lips onto his. Your lips move against one another, his tongue slips into your mouth as he grabs your ass. You moan into his mouth, enjoying every second of his touch. You find yourself attempting to grind on his upper thigh, desperate to feel something down there.
Suddenly he freezes up, his hand goes up to your mouth to keep you silent. He leans close to your ear, “Be quiet, Princess.”
The two of you stay in that position for what felt like an hour, although it wasn't any longer than a minute. You wait until you hear the voices of the people walking by pass. The two of you had gotten so carried away, simply forgetting you were in public.
Hyunjin wastes little time getting back to work, his hand slips under your dress, feeling your wet panties. “Does my little Princess get turned on by the thought of other people catching her being a slut?” he coos into your ear.
His words make you melt, you’re so turned on but too shy to respond.
“I need to hear your words, Princess. Does the idea of me fucking you out here where anyone can see turn you on?” His finger slides past your panties, entering your soaking wet pussy. A quiet ‘yes’ slips past your lips, but that's not enough for him.
He slides another finger into you, thrusting them in and out, “What was that baby girl? I can’t give you anything more unless I know being a slut like this turns you on.”
“Fuck, Hyunjin, yes I love it, please just fuck me, I’m begging you.”
“That’s what I needed to hear baby girl, take your panties off for me, please.”
You quickly slip off your panties as he undoes his pants, he pulls them down just enough to release his cock. You watched with eagerness as his hard cock springs up from the confines of his pants. He gives himself a few pumps before he pushes you up against a nearby tree. He looks around to make sure no one is nearby before he lifts your skirt up, teasing your entrance with his cock.
“I need you to be quiet, okay Princess?”
You nod in reply, both of your hands are up against the tree to help keep you steady. He places one hand over your mouth to help stifle any possible moans, his other hand around his cock as he guides it to your entrance. He pushes into you, you're thankful for the hand that covers your mouth as you let out the most sinful sound.
“Shhhh I know it's hard baby girl, you gotta be quiet.”
After giving you a second to adjust to him, he begins to move. His cock stretches you out in the best way possible. You manage to keep quiet, the only thing you can hear is the wet squelching sound as he thrusts in and out of your pussy.
Hyunjin whispers into your ear, “Listen to how wet you are, you really are a slut, letting me fuck you wherever I want.”
“Hyunjin... you're going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
Your voice is already unsteady, losing yourself in pleasure. Hyunjin reaches around you, drawing little circles on your clit as he continues to thrust in and out.
“Are you going to cum already? I had no idea how kinky my little Princess was...”
He continues on for a bit before picking up the pace, his hips snapping into yours at an all-new speed.
“I’m gonna cum...”
“Do it, I got you, Princess.” He places a kiss behind your ear, his warm breath tickling you, your mind starts to go blank.
You feel the heat in your core build up as your legs start to shake, you decide to not hold back anymore, letting your orgasm wash over you. You can feel your juices running down your leg, more and more coming out with each thrust. You can’t believe you're actually squirting, you’ve never been able to do it before. Your cum continues to pour out of you as you get lost in pleasure.
Hyunjin feels your wetness coat his cock, soaking his jeans. He’s dreamed of the moment of being able to make you squirt, and now it's finally happening. Your orgasm triggers his own, he grunts into your ear as he fills you with his cum. He gives you a couple more thrusts as he rides out the pleasure before slowly pulling out.
He holds you tightly against his body as you regain your balance after your intense orgasm. He pulls away only to watch the mixture of his and your cum drip out of you into the earth beneath you.
You turn to him, only to see the front of his jeans wet from your orgasm. You start apologizing, but he cuts you off by kissing your lips deeply.
“Don’t even try to apologize Y/N, that was the hottest shit I've ever seen,”
You blush before kissing him again, “I love you Hyunjin.”
“I love you too Princess, let's get cleaned up.”
The two of you help the other clean up, you grab the panties you discarded earlier to try to soak up the excess dampness on his pants before using them to wipe yourself dry. You tuck the dirty panties into your purse to deal with later, deciding to finish the walk home with nothing on underneath. Hyunjin takes his zip-up hoodie off and ties it around his waist, using it to cover most of the wet stain on his pants.
The two of you look at the lake one last time before finishing your walk home. He wraps his arm around you and places a kiss on your temple.
“So do you wanna come back here for a walk tomorrow? Maybe we can actually look for frogs.”
You giggle, “I have a feeling we will never be able to come back to this spot just to look for frogs.”
Hyunjin grabs your hand and begins to lead you back to the main path of the trail.
“Oh yeah, you were right Y/N, those ducks were actually pretty cute earlier.”
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tentatively putting my thoughts into the tag. for context i am an anime-only watcher but i've been really, really enjoying the mage exam arc and i was definitely a little surprised to find out that this arc has a lot of people frustrated!
one of the strengths of this arc, i think, is seeing how frieren interacts with characters and personalities we've not seen her encounter before. fern and stark are both relatively placid as people; they're generally content to go along with what frieren says.
lawine and kanne are two very strong personalities that frieren initially doesn't know how to deal with at all! they have a whole thing going on and frieren's choice is to. not handle it at all. rather, she spends much of her time quietly observing the two of them until she can speak with each of them individually and figure them out, just a bit. she really struggles to get a grasp on the situation until she does that; it's lawine and kanne who are acting first within their team.
then, secondly -- frieren's plan is so. elf with a lot of time to spare. the impact of the time limit is felt so strongly by every human character on the field; everyone is in such a rush! fern's team are stoked they caught a stille so early. the team that attacks them are desperate to steal it asap. after lawine freezes the lake, the other teams are desperately trying to thaw it, for a quick solution.
frieren, though? frieren's solution takes a shitton of time and involves her essentially meditating by a pond for god knows how many hours. it's such a frieren plan; i feel like only someone with a relationship with time like frieren does would come up with it.
tldr; frieren's capacity to form relationships and understand people and her relationship with time are shown off in a really interesting way wrt the way frieren solves the stille problem.
that, and... it seems a bit silly to say this about a show with a certain character in the title but... i do not feel that frieren is exclusively about frieren. it is certainly a story about her adventures but frieren is by no means the only important character! fern is also there! and stark but hes on vacation. so let's talk about fern.
the one fight scene fern has is so unbelieveably crunchy to me bc we learn so much about the world (now) and about the world (part)/frieren's view on magic from it! the girl she fights has really impressive magic; we know that this is generally considered a time of peace, the demon lord is dead, etc. magic is not necessarily a means to an end. i wonder if this means magic has entered a sort of renaissance? a time period after a period of great upheaval, where social structure is thrown out the window and great advances are made in technology, science - and maybe magic!
the way fern uses magic is very indicative of how frieren feels about magic. fern says (that frieren said) that "this is enough to defeat mages of this era", which is so interesting to me bc yes, ofc, fern does win! with her simple magic and full auto fire. but does that automatically mean fern is a better mage? it's complicated...
you hear a lot about the different philosophies of people who use magic in these episodes, and what i'm really interested in seeing is mr war guy meet frieren, bc i think they'd be the most interesting contrast -- a warrior of the past, and a warrior of today.
specifically bc -- frieren is basically a custom-designed warrior. the way she can mask her mana is very specifically designed to be able to weaponised against demons, flamme did that to her very purposefully. the way she's trained fern is also indicative of that; fern's immense firepower and stamina being "enough to defeat mages of this era" without being flashy so to speak indicate, at least to me, that this sort of thing was common in frieren's time! but this is a type of magic very specifically made for battle against a very specific enemy.
no wonder frieren likes collecting weird spells so much... i wonder if she's had much time at all in the past to play around with magic for the sake of anything but fighting and training to fight?
#frieren#sousou no frieren#sorry this was inspired by my friend velteris's good post#this is also probably highly incoherent#i am just a simple anime watcher
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Let’s Talk Otherkin
I’ve been questioned more than once about this…even have people I barely know swearing that I’m an otherkin because “they can tell” and I can’t help but feel very disheartened by the thought that someone has the audacity and entitlement to push their way into my life and try to control my headspace in such a way just to validate their own beliefs. Inquiring of my views on the matter of my own making is fine, I haven’t a single problem with that but assuming you know me better than I know myself is another matter entirely.
First of all, to be otherkin often implies the notion of a life before this one. A time which you experienced and lived in a different form. But that is not me. I’m not an old soul seeking to pick up a broken past and piece it together once again. On the contrary, I am a new soul. A brand new being that is only just now making its journey. I have no past, therefore I just am. How do I know? It’s common for old souls to be drawn in to self discovery of their past lives. The need calls like a desperate voice longing to be realized, but that’s something I don’t have the pleasure of hearing. Nor do I feel even the slightest nudge to do anything in regards to a past life. The thought seems completely pointless to me. Which tells me that there’s nothing from a past seeking to find me. I’m alone…new…pure.
Secondly, how I view the spirit/soul/etc can negate otherkin for the most part, or at the very least altar the view on how it presents itself. I feel that the soul is a formless thing, no gender, nor physicality to speak of. It’s our perception that gives us form, that molds us into something we can find useful for whatever reason. Our soul is as fluid as water and our perception is the mold it’s poured into. With that understanding, once we detach from our living vessel (death) we become formless again and we recognize our true nature once again…our fluidity. From that we can reconnect to a living vessel if we so choose and that’s where the path of multiple lives comes from. However, because we are a limitless being without form, we can take on any new vessel, not just what we were prior. (It’s uncertain if we get to choose this new vessel or not.) But I do believe these other lives and other forms taken can continue to present themselves within our minds. Our comfort of the form that life on once took, still exists within us and we subconsciously seek out that comfort again…That’s why we tell ourselves we are otherkin. A being beyond the human body we are now.
This psychic memory can be very insistent sometimes and perception, a reality that already easily fools us, can only add to the confusion. Most otherkin (at least lots of the ones I’ve conversed with) often talk about their memories of that past life and insist on their soul feeling like it’s a different form. In my eyes this only further proves my point. Memories of a form from the past that the perceived reality hasn’t quite let go of. Only when we remember we are formless do we finally feel at peace, as or soul begins to reform and shift into the current fleshy mold we inhabit. It’s a lot like trying to shove an ice cube into a round hole. But instead of giving up it’s been jammed in, forcibly making it fit which is why many otherkin describe their current form as feeling unnatural. But recognizing the limitless that we are can help us to accept the change and allow us to alter ourselves from the cube we were convinced we were to the sphere we need to be right now.
Now there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be something else and as I said, we are formless beings. We can make ourselves into whatever more comfortable form we like after we die. The astral as well can serve as a momentary burst of freedom in that way, as our astral bodies act a lot like our souls do. They are moldable formless beings, but fitting the mold you have in the physical can help to bring ease where there isn’t any. Can help to calm the restlessness many otherkin feel they have.
Now I recognize that there maybe a lot more nuances to the otherkin then the surface level I’ve scratched. And that there will be many that disagree with my thoughts on this whole subject and that’s perfectly fine. We each have different beliefs that take us to different realms of what we view as reality. And personally I’m not one to deny anyone their own personal reality if they aren’t hurting anyone and it brings them joy, understanding, and a love for themselves along the way. They have a right to live it and think however they want and I will always defend their right to do so. This is just how I believe and how I see the evidence the universe has sent to me. It is only my intention to share this perspective, not control how others use theirs.
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I forgot to mention a crucial detail. As I mentioned our perceived reality (our perception) can often play tricks on us, and tell us what we want to hear rather than what we need to hear. So it can also be possible the thoughts of otherkin could be nothing more than wishful thinking. A response to anxiety, depression, even trauma brought on by feeling less than, or being either neglected or bullied. It’s common to withdraw inwards and create a safe space for ourselves and make ourselves feel important in some way. Especially when that feeling of importance is something we’ve desperately been craving.
The mind can be a cruel beast. Because our true nature is formless it can often unconsciously hold the mentality “I think therefore I am” And it’s this mentality we can often fall victim to, especially during periods of loneliness and stress. Our subconscious side doesn’t always consider our limited mold but rather continues to treat us as if we are still limitless. I think therefore I am, only works when in a limitless state and as I mentioned that is either the astral or death. We need to teach our subconscious minds the difference. Train them not to over fill the mold and let it spill over, creating a shape that doesn’t fit the way it needs to while in our current fleshy prison.
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Widowmaker X Fem!Reader
New Recruit Pt. 2 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
Summary: As Widowmaker brings you back to talon headquarters, you two share an tense conversation ₊ ⊹
Warnings: Abduction, implied torture, needles ₊ ⊹
You awoke to a terrifying view, your two hands bound together in thick rope. Being kidnapped was a fear that rarely crossed your mind, but now, the irregular thought was transformed into a horrifying reality. You tried to wiggle your way out of the restrains, soon to realize that there was no point, but also that your ankles had been tied together as well. All hope seemed to be lost. You looked up, praying to have any indications or context clues, only to be met with that strange woman from earlier. Her cold yellow eyes staring directly into yours.
Meeting her gaze prompted you to look around more. You seemed to be in some sort of plane, ship, or van. There was a row of seats on either side of the metal structure. Boxes, bags, and other similar items filled up some of the empty space. The woman was sitting on the opposite bench, directly parallel to you. She seemed to have been waiting for you to wake up. How long had you been unconscious, anyways? Luckily, your mouth was not taped shut or gagged, so you used the only tool left at your disposal to try and help your situation.
"What is gonna happen to me...?" You asked, scared of what's to come.
"No need to be afraid, nothing yet" She spoke in a thick French accent, her voice sounded so angelic, you thought. You started to believe that she wasn't gonna tell you what you wanted to hear.
Since you clearly weren't dead, you now had a suspicion that who ever did this to you needed you alive for a reason. After all, you were an assassin. You thought back to the man you were hired to kill, but remembered the little information given on him. Do these guys work for him? 'Did I screw up that bad?' You tried to recall at least what he looked like, what those men outside the building looked like. The more you started to assume, the more irrelevant the information started to seem to your situation.
Too many questions arose in your brain; 'Who are these people? Where are they taking me? Why me? Who is she?' Dead end after dead end, you mind as well just ask her.
"Why am I being kept alive...? To torture? Il tell you whatever you need to know now, just let me go- please.." You were starting to sound desperate, and she could tell.
"Good things come with patience, I suggest that around here, you keep quiet and stop asking questions."
"Im not taking part in whatever sick game this is... who is in charge here?" Impatience quickly took over your desperation, you couldn't sit still for another minute without knowing what was going to happen to you. She simply laughed.
You searched around for a weapon, or really anything that could be used to defend yourself. She still had her gun by her side, but no sharp, hard, or dangerous items seemed to be in view. The memory of her kicking your gun off of that roof sent a chill down your spine. You were left hopeless, arms and legs tied up, with no information what so ever. You wanted to cry, to scream, but it was no use. You just had to sit here and take in whatever was going to happen. Patience, that word replayed in your mind.
"What is your name?" You asked while making eye contact with her. You had to admit, she was very pretty. The lady seemed shocked by your question, either surprised by your sudden change of topic, or just because it's rarely asked. She looked around the room for a second before focusing on your face again.
"Call me Widowmaker."
Widowmaker... it had a very ominous ring to it, and for obvious reason. You started to believe that just her gaze alone could kill, let alone her presence. You observed her further, she was now beginning to intrigue you. She sat delicately with one leg lifted, her hand propped up on her knee. Her body suit was revealing in some areas, but overall fit her body type very nicely. 'What was her deal?'
"I know a lot more about you than you'd think." Widowmaker proclaimed, leaving with with goosebumps all over your skin.
"Who are you...? Who are these people?"
"That is all something you will learn very shortly" She said as she got up, anxiety coursing throughout your whole body. But, instead of making her way towards you, she turned the corner into the connected room and slammed the door behind her. You couldn't tell if you were more scared or more relived now that she had left you by yourself. You again tried to escape your restraints, but they were too powerful. You begun to feel very tired, mind too fuzzy to process what could be happening. Your eyelids became heavier, before you drifted off into sleep.
You awoke for a second time in a small white room reminiscent of a doctors office. As opposed to the usual comfy table patients are meant to sit on, you were instead restrained to a wooden chair, wrists aching. Your mind raced with the thought of what these people could possibly want. Information? Money? Amusement? Your options weren't looking so good, would you even make it out of here alive? Your whole body tensed up when the door swung open. A tall woman walked in with a clip board in hand, she had orange hair, and wore a long white lab coat. She looked more evil that Widowmaker in this moment, her tall frame slowly approaching you. She seemed to be writing something down, clearly indulged in her work. She put the paper and pen onto the table beside her.
"Im glad you could make it." She said in a clearly sarcastic tone of voice before sitting down in front of you. She had a bold Irish accent, and had already left a cynical first impression in the first minute of your encounter.
"I know you are confused, but remember that it comes with time before you will get fully use to this environment. Listen, Y/N, we are not going to kill you. We are simply looking for more recruits, and you are very skilled in your field-"
"Y-You can't just keep me here! I don't want to work for you"
"Im afraid that you don't have a choice." A single sentence couldn't evoke more fear into you than that one.
"The thing is..." She paused, laughing to herself. "We are both villains here. If you try to leave, we have the power to get you imprisoned for life. You are best to stay with us." She said with a smirk the whole time, clearly finding it amusing, your hopelessness.
"To ensure that you don't escape, I will be having to run a couple of tests... I hope you don't mind." Again, with a smirk.
This can't be real, you thought to yourself. They were... recruiting you? Many questions were still left unanswered, but you were too stunned to speak your mind. The lady got up and walked over to the other side of the room, where she got supplies from a couple of drawers. Your palms and face were sweaty, anxious for what she had in store. She pulled out a needle, tapping the sharp edge with her finger a couple of times, before walking over to you.
"Welcome to Talon."
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march
I don't lie anymore, but I change. I am unreliable. I still can't consolidate my identity. I can’t just be one thing. I’ve grown, and become better, and yet i catch glimpses of myself in the rear view mirror, and miss it. The mess, the chaos, the gravity. And i like the peace I have built. I do. And it has to be better for me. But, it always feels slightly hollow. Like I'm pretending. that i'm naive. that it's all just another game, that wastes away the days. I don't really know, anymore.
Sometimes, I am just a child. Sometimes im a monster. Well, never in action, but sometimes in thought. Not recently though, not for awhile. But I can't say its not there. And I have been insane. Strangely, i find myself missing it more and more, lately. Because at least then, i seemed to be driven by a mission, or goal, despite its lack of grounding in reality.
I’ve been seeking out me in other things. Looking for the things that stop me in my tracks, and i can point to it and say, “look, do you see me?” I am not this body, or this face. I am the colors of the pictures i paint, and the songs that sing and vibrate through my body. I find myself in the insane. Sometimes, in the tragic. I find myself in the idea of love. But not love itself. or, maybe i do. I just cant feel it, right now.
I am the songs of the 60s. The songs that sound like sunshine and white walls bathed in blood. Changing times. Youth destroyed by false idols. worshiping those who give you love when you need it. I see myself in the yellow patterned wallpapers, and shabby carpets that smell of lives lived. I am free and all encompassing love, of no boundaries. Body and soul. But also the sinister darkness that emerges in the shadow of the lack of it. I am that starved child, who just wishes to be held. A child that sits in the solace of parents that don’t say what they really think. a child that grows up believing everyone is a puzzle. and puzzles always need to be cracked.
Sometimes you hear something for the first time, and wonder how it has existed along side you all this time, only now discovering it. I heard a song last night, mama, that made me turn, and twist my head. my memories are aloof, and don’t tend to stick around. They need to be inspired, or called forth, to be seen. Im looking out a window, from another time. I remember the parallels of my thoughts. I remember considering when future me would look back through my eyes, of these moments. Often, i remember the thoughts more clearly than the memories themselves. Everything painted in the color of emotion.
But all i have is who i am. Right? Isn't that how this works? We cant separate ourselves. Maybe we can. Maybe I will try to do that. To write of myself without myself. Maybe i can be the backdrop, or the stage on which stories play out.
Why can i only hear planes when the sun is out? Why do they sound like summer?
And sometimes i realize i don't really have anyone else to talk to. No one that i can really be honest with. I wonder how many others feel the same. But you can't just open up with anyone. you need certain people. i must just need to keep waiting. and working. i guess. because i can't do anything as casual as find what i need out in the wild. or maybe i can. but i don't want to play in the desperation of seeking. i don't want to waste my time trying to find someone to keep my bed warm, because it won't be enough. i don't think i can let anyone else in, except one person. and maybe the people that read what i write. But even then, i avoid writing about the ugly things. Because still, i do not want to burden you with the darkness from which i come. I won't tell you so you won't have to take it in, and ingest it, and face the truth. people are happier when they think you're happy. but when you aren't, they usually don't care enough anyway. it depends where you meet them, though. there are those solid, and made of love. they are just unfortunately, seemingly an endangered species.
i think we do everything for the exceptional moments. those things that only happen 1% of the time, or maybe even only once. Our lives tend to be shaped around these moments, defined by their before, and after. that's just what i've come to believe, because i've seen it. i think this world is tied down to numbers, statistics, and percentages. i think things fall into three categories, while simultaneously falling into all. it goes like this: 50/50, 80/20, 99/1. the first category, are the doers, and the do-not’ers. out of the ones that do, there will always be a top 20% of the highest achievers. and then, even deeper, we will find the one, who’s aptitude is only rivaled by all others, their capacity exponentially larger. But i don't intend this in a broad meaning. i think these talents are micro systems of ourselves. even a genius lacks in other areas - but perhaps that also means that there must be one person in the top 1% who is yet the top 1% of that group, and perhaps it is their knowledge that rivals that of the entire world. maybe simply, that one is god. maybe that is how our ultimate hierarchy is structured. and though i have come to believe in the numbers, i too believe that other realities must be categorically different. our system is a simple example of a fundamental truth of a subjective reality. it is my experienced truth, but other realities, by the nature of infinities, must be structured in a variety of ways (well, really an infinite amount of ways). perhaps even within this shared reality, others do not experience life in the same code that i do, the same number patterns. but then again, it can be parsed into the numbers, now only for personality traits, upbringing, and all the other factors which make us who we are. but maybe my gods are different than yours, to which i argue there must be reason in. statistically, we do not all agree in our beliefs. maybe my views are niche due to the mathematical statistical probability of it arising from a specific upbringing. perhaps there are other recipes which arrive at the same result. different fractions of ingredients to make us who we are. and you know what i mean, when you meet someone from another life who shares your same soul. but you might also not yet know, because maybe you are still in the before part of your life. maybe your match has not yet been made. you would know it if it has.
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Rational Thought: You don’t even watch that show!
Me: gwitch final mirroring the first ep but ariel bodyswaps, and suletta ‘dies’, and miorine gets a giant mecha robot wife
Gay Thoughts: … go on
Me: ok so-
Big battle going on. Aerial has been infected and is in the process of being corrupted/controlled by The Bads (who are the bads? idk. i don't watch this show argh). Suletta is forcibly removed from her sister’s cockpit, leaving it blood splattered, while trying to go save her friends.
The Bads are about to shoot her in the head when Miorine (off doing emergency sabotage) manages to block the corruption of Aerial for a split second.
Aerial breaks free, literally, breaching the hanger doors and sending everyone tumbling out into space. She tries to reach for her little sister, but the virus takes hold again, and Suletta is left drifting away, leaking air and blood from the shot that will probably still kill her anyways.
Miorine suits up and goes out after the thrashing Aerial, pleading “Aerial, can you hear me? We’re running out of time! The download is almost complete, you’ll be out of that body and away from the virus soon, but before that- You’re the only one who can do this! You have to, please-”
Aerial notices the person clinging to the outside hull and goes for a hand smack- Miorine braces herself, screaming
“-save her!”
Smash cut. Aerial’s hand is cupped over the hunched down Miorine, spasming. Jerkily but carefully Aerial gathers Miorine up in her palm and brings her to open cockpit. The lights inside are flickering frantically, sparks shooting out here and there. A desperate Miorine asks “What am I supposed to do?”.
Two words appear on the screens. HELP ME.
Static as the screens bring up a view of Suletta’s prone form, drifting amid the battle. The screens cut to black, taken over by Aerial new master’s logo. A recoding of Miorine plays. “SAVE HER!”.
Then static. The Gundamn’s lights go red.
“Aerial? Aerial!” Miorine, frantic, jostling the unresponsive controls. “I can’t! Suletta is the only one who- I don’t know how! Tell me how to-!” The touch pad flickers to life with the outline of a hand. Miorine looks down at her palm. It’s red. Wet with blood.
“This is…hers…?”
(irony)
Miorine clenches her hand into a fist and then slams it, palm down, on the panel. New pilot accepted. Green light bleeds through the red, glowing lines crawling up Miorine’s arms, framing her face. Static and then low, ragged breathing.
“Ah, she feels better now… though it’s a bit weird being so small… thank you… miss Miorine…”
“SULETTA?!”
Relief panic fury. Miorine moves the controls and the Gundam shoots forward, into the battle. “Don’t waste air, we’re coming, just-” An explosion knocks the Gundam off course. “-damnit, BASTARDS!”
A faint laugh over the coms line.
“Aerial says sorry. She’s losing her connection to her old body already… and… our friends… They need help. I can’t do anything… sorry, but… it’s up to you now.”
“What are you saying, idiot? Don’t you remember my only duel?!”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll talk you through it. Like you do for me, in practice…”
“Talk? TALK!? You’re losing air! You’ll-”
“Please… I don’t want our friends to die…Miorine… please?”
A war raging outside as Miorine slumps forward, trembling, red with her groom’s blood.
“…we’re coming to get you, Suletta,” a promise, “but we’ll do what we can on the way. So. Tell me.”
A blur of destruction as Suletta guides her through it- shoot there, cut here, Chuchu needs help- it’s a trap, go around the other side- let Aerial handle the weapons for a second, she thinks she can hold on enough for that…it’s okay, just focus….Keep moving forward ….
People dying all around them and Suletta’s voice is dying away too.
Miorine, screaming in rage, terror, tearing away from the fight, lines of light on her skin blazing- Until there she is, drifting at the end of a sparkling tail of oxygen and blood droplets. An echo of the day they met.
Miorine dragging her into the cockpick, pulling Suletta close.
“-wake up, you have to wake up, Suletta, open your eyes-” trying to close the hole in her suit, trying to slow the bleeding.
Suletta covering Miorine’s shaking, bloody hand with her own.
“You did it.” Suletta smiling weakly, eyes unfocused. “Aerial’s all back on the station now, but she says she’s impressed. Good job….”
“Press down on this.” Miorine, clinging to her, clinging to hope, letting go to reach for the controls. “I’ll get us back in a second and you’ll be fine.”
“Mm hmm.” Suletta limp in her lap, head slumped on Miorine’s shoulder. “This is nice…”
“Don’t fall asleep! Are you pressing on the wound, idiot?”
“I’m trying ‘m trying…. hey Miorine… guess what…”
“What? I’m a little busy-”
“Today’s my birthday...”
“Great, wonderful. I’ll get you a cake later I promise. Throw a party, wrap presents- the whole normal birthday experience, I promise okay? Just don’t-”
“… we could get married now, if you wanted to.”
“Eh?”
“Right now. If you wanted…”
“NOW? Suletta, can you see where we are? How much blood have you lost!?”
“Well… a lot, probably.”
“And you want to talk about weddings?!”
“..eheh… silly right..”
“I’m not discussing this here, we can talk after you- Suletta? Suletta!”
….
“Don’t- don’t you DARE- Aerial she’s- I need help! I can’t, I can’t hold the wound and pilot- I KNOW YOU’RE IN A DIFFERENT BODY NOW, I’M SORRY OKAY!? Just help me get her back, the bleeding, we have to stop-”
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“… what? I don’t understand..”
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“… no…”
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“No, no you’re wrong, she just needs- She’ll be fine.”
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“But that’s not possible- no one has ever-”
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“… you?”
_ ___
“…”
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“…will it, still be her? Will she remember… no, it doesn’t matter.”
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“I said it doesn’t matter.”
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“Aerial! Just tell me how.”
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“I’m sure, so hurry! Please!”
_ _____ _ _ _ __ _ __ _ _ _ _ _
….
“…Suletta..?”
…
(Ten Years Later)
Earth from a distances, small, bright, fragile.
A continent smudged with green. A field, dotted with launchpads and runways, shuttles and ships arriving and departing like clockwork. There at the edge, a forest, a set of apartment housing.
A rooftop garden. A greenhouse.
A small redhaired child with bushy eyebrows, couching in front of a tomato plant, frowning in concentration.
“This big one? Or maybe… this really red one over here?” She tilts her head and the small robot hovering next to her tilts too, humming.
“Ah!” Laughter. “Look look, that one at the back’s got a weird shape! It looks like a BUTT!”
The robot jerks in shock.
“Heh, sorry auntie.” Rubbing the back of her neck the child grins. “But you know… it really does…”
“Aer?”
Miorine, older, not much taller, pokes her head around the door.
“Are you in here?”
“Heeeere!”
Aer rocks backwards, dirty hands on scraped knees, upside down and beaming, twigs in her messy hair.
“Honestly...” Miorine groans. “I told you to try staying clean today.”
“Booo.”
Nose in the air, Aer huffs, haughty and unabashed.
“All the fun stuff is in dirt. And you were busy all day! It was boring…”
“Well I’m not busy now. Here.” Edging the door open a bit more, Miorine waves a hand, the rest of her still hidden. “I have a surprise.”
Aer cringes. “It’s not a bath is it…?”
“It will be later.” Miorine rolls her eyes. “Unless you intend to major in collecting your own personal asteroid belt of orbiting filth, but no. This is something fun.”
Her daughter perks up. “Fun? What kind-”
Smiling, Miorine holds up a small helmet.
Aer bounces to her feet with a shriek, the robot next to her beeping gleefully. “SPACE? SPACE FUN? You mean-”
“Yes.” Miorine steps into view already suited up, her own helmet under one arm. “There’s an opening. Let’s go.”
“I’m ready I’m ready!” Aer squeaked, running forward try pushing her mom out the door. “Let’s go go go- Ah! Wait! Tomato…”
Miorine glanced at the plants. “You want to bring-?”
“Can I?” Aer pushed out her lower lip. “Mom? Pleeeease?”
Laughing Miorine handed her the smaller helmet. “When do I ever say no? Here. Put them in this for now.”
“’kay!”
Hurrying back to the plants Aer hesitated, deliberating, Aerial hovering at her shoulder.
“Don’t take too long.” Miorine warned. “You know how quick schedules change.”
“Right.” Nodding firmly Aer looked at her aunt. “The big one and the red one, maybe?”
Aerial beeped agreement.
Aer picked them carefully, then paused. “And…” Reached to the back of the plant she plucked one more. “… she’ll like this one, right?”
Aerial sagged midair but beeped affirmative again.
Grinning, Aer held the third tomato up to the light.
“….. butt tomato…”
“Aer!” Her mom called, already half way across the garden. “Hurry!”
“Three two one LAUNCH!” Aer cried, racing after her. “Last one in outer space is a butt tomato!”
“A what? Aer? What is- Aerial, just what have you been teaching her?!”
BEEEP ;
(Meanwhile, in outer space.)
A station still under reconstruction. Shuttles and suited workers easing along it’s scaffolded ruins, a steady hive of controlled chaos.
Or, mostly controlled.
A leaking cloud of sparkling gas. Arms waving as a suited space walker points to a nearing shuttle. The scrap of impact on a piece of debris, the shuttles lights flicking out, the shuttle itself now drifting dangerously towards another group of tethered workers….
A giant hand, forged of scratched metal, reaching gently out to scoop them safely away.
-Ah Please Remain Calm-
Tiny shuttle cradled against an armored giant, broadcasting in an anxious tone.
-You’ll Be Back Station Side In A Moment_ _ _ Um-
Hesitancy from a machine built for war.
-Would It Be Okay If I Dropped You Off At Hanger C Though_ ? _ _ _ It’s Just _ _ I’m Supposed To Be Meeting Someone-
A head crowning with iconic razor sharp fins, bending to peer through the small shuttle windows.
Even smaller silhouettes wave eagerly, giving a thumbs up.
-It’s Okay_?_ Really_?_ _ _ Oh Thank You Very Much_!-
Burners pulsing gently, the giant Gundam weaving it’s way cautiously through the other shuttles and half rebuilt structures.
-I’m So Excited-
The Gundam admits for anyone to hear.
-It’s Hard To Get Free Time On Three Different Timetables And Calls Just Aren’t The Same You Know_?-
A synthetic voice, somehow utterly bursting with happiness.
-She’s Been Growing So Much I Wonder If She Can Reach The Controls On Her Own Now-
Swinging gracefully over a collection rubble, the Gundam tucks it’s cargo closer as the hanger doors come into sight.
-And Miorine_ _ _ She Gets Prettier Every Time I See Her_ _ _-
-Ah We're Here-
Nudging the shuttle inside the Gundam drifted back to let another ship pass.
-I Especially Like The New Little Wrinkles At The Corners Of Her Eyes _ ! _ _ _Oh But Don’t Tell Her I Said That-
“Too late, idiot.”
-M_Miorine_?_!-
Lights flickered in surprise as the Gundam turned, looking down at the side of the station nearest it.
Three figures drifted there, holding onto an access ladder. One small. One smaller.
And one floating robot.
“Mooooom…! Don’t call mom and idiot! It’s rude! She’s been working hard rebuilding the station!”
Beep.
“Yes yes, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll try to hold back.”
-Ahaha It’d Be Strange If She Suddenly Stopped Though-
“Just what are you implying with that?”
-Nothing_!-
“Well then mom should at least say it all lovely dovey like they do in the manga!”
-Um-
“With the floating hearts and stuff. ‘My idiot~’ like that!”
-Er-
“Her taste in books is entirely your fault, not mine.”
-A_ Anyway_!_ You’re Early_! _ I Thought We Were Supposed To Meet _/_Inside_/_ The Hanger_?-
“We got bored.”
“Bored! In! SPAAAAACE!”
“So we thought we’d come meet you. Now. Suletta.”
-Yes_ _?-
“Catch.”
Laughing, and beeping, three figures launch themselves off the station and into open space.
-UWAH-
The Gundam chased after them, reaching out and reeling them in as carefully as if they were soap bubbles.
-Why Every Time_!-
Beep beep Beep.
-It’s Not That Funny At All_!_!-
“Older sister always wins, older sister always wins!”
“Aer, you just say that because someday you’ll be one.”
“I WILL??”
-She Will_?_?_?-
“An older cousin at the very least. I’m sure someday soon, Ariel will meet a nice AI of her own, and then-”
BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEEEP!
-Ah Eri_! _ _ _ Not In Front Of Aer Please_!-
“Mom, mom- D’you wanna see a butt tomato?”
-A Butt _ _ _-
“Butt tomato.”
-_ _ Tomato_?-
“Butt tomato!”
-But How Can A Tomato_ _ -
“It’s a tomato that looks like a BUTT!”
“My god you two stop saying it.”
“BEHOLD THE BUTT TOMATO!!!”
-OH-
“Oh no.”
-OH WOW IT REALLY IS A-
“Suletta NO you’re still broadcasting on all channels-”
-BUTT TOMATO_!_!-
All work on the station paused for a moment. A long, long, very awkward moment.
The giant Gundam that had just overridden all their communication lines was too busy looking at the clear plastic tomato terrarium her daughter was showing her, though, and didn’t notice.
Miorine sighs. Mostly fondly.
“Unbelievable.”
Beeep.
“Well at least I only married her. You’re the one who’s related.”
Beep beep beep.
“Aer doesn’t count. She has my genes too, she’s purely a result of nurture, not nature.”
Beep boop….
“Oh hush and take a picture of us all already.”
Beep!
roll credits THE END
#gwitch#sulemio#suletta#miorine rembran#gundam aerial#au#fanfic?#idea thing whatever#canon typical violence#idk i have golden hour epic ver by vincent lee on loop & my brain is mush
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I hope you enjoy reading ABOSAS!! I am ready to write essays on Snow. I am also ready to fist fight anyone who tries to babygirlify the young version of him… as usual 🤺👊
Thanks! I’m having a lot of fun with it and I haven’t even finished it yet. (Spoilers below if you haven’t read it just in case)
-First off there’s the environment, like it’s already bad reading on how fucked up the districts are treated from Katniss’s POV because she’s from the districts herself but reading it from The Capitol’s perspective is just so jarring. Like it just hit me reading it on how many of the Capitol view the districts as like playthings or circus animals. Coriolanus was waiting for Lucy and the others and he saw a train come by and from the design he thinks that’s just cargo until he hears a cough from it. They literally put the tributes in a monkey house in the zoo.
-Also not to be like “eat the rich” because obviously it was very bad for the citizens in the Capitol when they got bombed by the rebels as it shows that with war no one really wins and everyone gets caught in the crossfire, but its something about how Coriolanus’s grandma had apparently never touched a stove in her life and he had to learn cause their cook died in the war. How the Capitol got so desperate during that time some resorted to cannibalism. How Coriolanus still ate cabbage on fine china. I dunno just little stuff that makes me realized like “oh these ppl are so rich” you know??
-Oh my god and Coriolanus is so fun to read. I mean I knew going in that he probably wasn’t going to be a good person but I was on the first page and I’m like “damn he’s cold.” Like just how he’s always thinking of how to best present himself to other people. The things like taking a swig of posca to get rid of the cabbage breath, how he was thankful for the rose on his shirt to get rid of the potato and marigold smell. Him pretending to not realize what kind of cuffs he had on his shirt and saying how it “reminded him of a maid’s bathroom” giving the image that he is someone who still is rich enough to have a maid when really they were stolen from someone else’s maid bathroom and they actually aren’t that rich at all. Just all the little things are so fun to me.
Also his inner monologue is so entertaining sometimes I was thinking “damn he’s such a bitch” like I’m gonna highlight some of my favorite parts here:
•He thought of people putting a price on her. With her long, pointed nose and skinny body, Tigris was no great beauty, but she had a sweetness, a vulnerability that invited abuse. She would find takers, if she had a mind to. The idea made him feel sick and helpless and, consequently, disgusted with himself.
•Sejanus had arrived on the school playground ten years ago, a shy, sensitive boy cautiously surveying the other children with a pair of soulful brown eyes much too large for his strained face. When word had gotten out that he’d come from the districts, Coriolanus’s first impulse had been to join his classmates’ campaign to make the new kid’s life a living hell. On further reflection, he’d ignored him. If the other Capitol children took this to mean that baiting the district brat was beneath him, Sejanus took it as decency. Neither take was quite accurate, but both reinforced the image of Coriolanus as a class act.
•“That’s a fine polish job,” Coriolanus replied. Sejanus tensed at the implication that he was, what, a suck-up? A lackey? Coriolanus let it build a moment before he diffused it. “I should know. I do all Satyria’s wine goblets.”
Sejanus relaxed at that. “Really?”
“No, not really. But only because she hasn’t thought of it,” said Coriolanus, seesawing between disdain and camaraderie.
• Coriolanus tried to tamp down the panic rising inside him. A new law. Instating a tax on his apartment. For how much? As it was, they barely eked out a living on Tigris’s pittance, the tiny military pension his grandmother received for her husband’s service to Panem, and his own dependent benefits as the child of a slain war hero, which would cease on graduation. If they couldn’t pay the taxes, would they lose the apartment? It was all they had. Selling the place would be of no help; he knew his grandmother had borrowed every cent on it she could. If they sold, there would be next to nothing left. They would have to move to some obscure neighborhood and join the grimy ranks of everyday citizens, without status, without influence, without dignity. The disgrace would kill his grandmother. It would be kinder to toss her out the window of the penthouse. At least that would be quick.
“You all right?” Sejanus peered at him, puzzled. “You just went white as a sheet.”
Coriolanus regained his composure. “I think it’s the posca. Turns my stomach.”
“Yeah,” Sejanus agreed. “Ma was always forcing it down me during the war.”
Ma? Was Coriolanus’s place about to be usurped by someone who referred to his mother as “Ma”? The cabbage and posca threatened to make a reappearance. He took a deep breath and forced his stomach to hang on to it, resenting Sejanus more than he had since the well-fed district boy with the cloddish accent first wandered up to him, clutching a bag of gumdrops.
(I was gonna highlight more but it was gonna get so long lol)
-See but there’s also moments where like we do get humanizing moments and I like the balance. Like when he misses his mom and still has her powder compact, when he realized that Lucy probably wouldn’t see her family ever again, how he felt uncomfortable hearing Sejanus hate being a mentor and the hunger games cause Coriolanus reveled in this position. I dunno stuff like that I haven’t finished it yet though
-Also when Coriolanus whispered “don’t cry” quietly to Lucy and then caught himself I was like “uh oh :)” like that probably isn’t going to end well
- I know I haven’t finished it yet but Sejanus is the best boy please don’t argue with me on this
Anyway this book is very good and i’m excited for the movie!!
#lmao same on the ppl trying to seriously babygirlify him cause like nahhh that’s not who he is#That guy is a mythic bitch on the inside many times#I understand ppl finding him hot and all that though but I’ll be remembering these passages throughout the movie cause damn Coriolanus#Pun intended but Snow is very cold at times#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thanks for the ask <3
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I'm beginning to think I am the only person on here that likes Tay with Time. Hear me out please before closing the door in my face.
I think from Tay's body language (the way he is constantly seeking Time, either through his eyes or from always touching him, leaning on him, I mean when they went to Hum Bar and they were sleeping on the couch, Tay was CLUTCHING Time tightly in his sleep) he is still in love with Time. I have to admit that this could also be a body language of someone who is desperately clinging onto someone they think is slipping away. I'm really not skilled with metas.
I'm very interested in seeing Time change and become the man that Tay deserves. I'm really not sure if it's because they look good together or because I have increasingly become exposed to media that challenges my life-long stance that cheaters do not deserve a second chance. I am clenching my teeth as I type this. Maybe cheating is much more complex than I have always viewed it to be.
I have repeatedly analysed Beyoncé's Lemonade and have become a little too obsessed with the complexities of relationships dying and being reborn. It definitely opened my eyes as someone who lets people go a little too easily.
It fascinates me that with introspection and genuine internal work, a terrible relationship can be rebuilt anew. It's inspirational to watch people begin again and fall in love with other/ new people but it is devastatingly beautiful to see people get to know someone they've known their whole lives and fall in love with the same person all over again.
I would like to see Time go through some things. I want to see what he kept doing to Tay. I want him to find out why he did what he did. I want him to do excessive internal work and decide he wants to be what Kinn is to Porsche. THEN I want Tay, who has broken up with him, to be wooed by Time. I want him to fall in love again but establish boundaries over what the new relationship will entail.
Even as I want this, a little voice inside my head tells me Tay probably deserves better than that but I think it would be extremely fascinating to watch how a failed relationship can be turned into a happy, successful one.
Anon, you actually touched on something I had never thought of. I actually liked that you wrote this.
You may have a point that Tay is most likely still very much in love with Time. I just don't know if Time feels the same way, and that's a major issue for me. I don't doubt that Tay may still feel that love and those butterflies. In my head, Tay is in love alone. He's in love by himself, and that's extremely sad to think about. What's even more sad is that we know Tay knows that. He knows it. He can feel it. He feels that Time doesn't feel the same way. It's why he pretty much told Porsche that Kinn loves him with every fiber of his being, but he knows Time doesn't feel that way about him.
I don't believe in second chances, anon, personally. Cheating is a major dealbreaker for me. I don't believe in working through cheating. I love Beyoncé's Lemonade too, but I cannot relate to her at all. I love that project but I wouldn't have made the same choice for myself. However, if we must work through the cheating with these characters, I need Tay to light a fire under Time's ass. Meaning - I need him to feel like the walls are closing in because Tay is fed up with his shit.
Just like in Lemonade, I need to see Tay leave Time so he can realize what it's like to not have him around. I need him to cut Time off so Time can truly understand what it's like to really be alone. What it's like to come home to an empty house. What it's like to not have Old Faithful around. There needs to be an incentive for him to change, and Tay hasn't given him a reason to change because he's already shown he's not going anywhere. I love Tay and that sounds victim blamey as fuck but it's the truth. People don't listen to what you say, but they definitely pay attention to what you do.
Sidenote: Isn't it weird how Tay is essentially the kind of guy Kinn usually goes for? I've seen a few people mention it but I've thought about it too and it's weird how Tay is physically the type of guy Kinn usually goes for. Well, it's more like Kinn's escorts look like Tay. I'm not saying I ship it, but that's an interesting thought.
#anonymous#answered asks#p: timetay#tv: kinnporsche#tay deserves better than time#leave him alone for awhile; babe#scare the shit out of him by making him think he's truly lost you
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The Devil’s Den
Chapter 10: In Which Rusted Gates Open Up Pt. 2
You can read this also on Ao3 at:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293
Alcina had longed for your touch more than she cared to admit, to hear her name spill from between your lips, but now she feared it. Feared where this might be going, feared what consequences lay beyond the threshold.
But you were the thing she craved the most.
The last remains of things that were still good in life. The realness. The gentleness. The ever-constant changing enigma of life itself, strung together by emotion and cause and effect; you were the embodiment of existence beyond the undead that she never felt she got to wholly grasp and conquer. Alcina always had something holding her down, binding her hands behind her back, hobbling her ankles so she could only go so far. Whether it was her parents or her illness, she had never truly been free.
But you... you were free. Freedom embodied in a beautiful soul, unchained and unhinged.
She desired you and your freedom. Your wings. Your sun-kissed skin and eyes full of light.
Perhaps she was viewing you as an absolution. Perhaps she was being selfish, clinging to desperation and the need to be free.
How could you possibly give that to her?
Perhaps, just perhaps, she was so starved for love and gentleness, her longing for softness and care had driven her to recklessness.
And yet... you seemed to syphon a desire deeper inside of her for change.
Real change.
Not just expanding the vast vaults of knowledge from the myriads and myriads of books she'd consumed until she thought she could read no more. No, the desire to make a change.
Run away. Start something new. Somewhere else.
With you.
She pondered your words while your warmth seeped into her skin. Neither of you owed the other anything, this was true. Only maybe the two of you owed it to yourselves the exploration of each other, the connection beginning, this wild meeting perchance the fates.
Alcina leaned over slightly, shortening the distance that lay between you, placing her other hand on top of yours, "Indulging you indulges me. This isn't about collecting or repaying debts; I said you may ask and I will answer or I won't, only you must understand there are some things I cannot answer simply because I don't know how, not that I don't want to," she offered as she bore her eyes into yours.
You loved having her this close.
Feeling her so near, the coolness of her hands enveloping yours, it was purely overpowering.
"That makes sense," you replied softly, "I think I know what you mean."
Of course you did. One of the many reasons Alcina could not let you go.
The rest of the night was spent by you listening to your lady vampire regale you of tales of her days on the stage as the grand 'Miss D'; the many places she traveled, the many struggles and mishaps of a traveling life, and her many, many, lovers. All women. All short-lived.
"I think I may have enjoyed New York audiences more than any others, perhaps closely second would be my audiences in France. The French love all things beautiful, and I apparently happened to be a particularly indulgent beauty across the board for them..." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "I paid for nearly nothing during my residence there. Men and women lavished me in gifts, food, drink, attention, and I guzzled it up. But New York, back then anyway... the audiences were so alive. Needy, greedy even, of anything new and exciting. It was enough for someone like me to easily get drunk off. It was invigorating to be around people with such a desire for life and new experiences, new tastes, new sounds, new sights. It fed my ego and hunger for it all just as much. I swore I'd never leave this city, I didn't really think it would happen that way... but, here I still am."
Her smile faded gently and you shuffled on the couch once more.
"You really never wanted to go anywhere else?"
Alcina's brow perked up at your question, "Well, if given the opportunity I would have visited every inch of this world, but fate had other plans for me it seemed. But here felt different in the best ways possible. It felt like home just as much as it felt like a grand, never-ending vacation. There couldn't have been a better place for me."
The way she sighed told you she had much more to say, so you pressed, "Don't you still want to travel?"
She scoffed, but lightly, "Oh, more than anything. But as you must understand, traveling as a vampire is quite tricky; we can only travel by night, and if we do not make our routes in the timeslot available before the sun rises... the circumstance is deadly. The underground cities and tunnels stretch for miles and miles across the country, but only to very few places. Travel this day and age may be quicker in many fashions, but it still isn't without tribulation. Besides, with my position here in the underground city I am afraid I'm not allowed to travel much."
"Your position?"
Oops. Alcina had meant for you to work for that explanation further down the road.
She looked to you and your eagerness and intrigue once more and chuckled, "I was made Matriarch of this particular clan here in Manhattan."
Dude.
What?
You rapid blinked and then sat upright, nearly hanging over the arm of the couch. Though, there was a word there that hit differently; made, she said she was made Matriarch. Still, you had to ask.
"You're a Matriarch... what all does that entail? What's the name of the clan you oversee? How many are there?"
Alcina chuckled a little brighter, "As the Matriarch I act as an overseer of the clan governances, bloodlines and lineages, security and protection of not only the city but the vampires and lycans therein, resource management, and relations with the other clans. If things go wrong, I am the first to know, and the first to act. The clan I govern is called the Shadowed Dominion. There are 9 clans, some larger and smaller than others. Mine, is the largest."
Her memory betrayed her as the whole of her unwilling inauguration flew through her mind.
It was after Mother Miranda had found out about her love affair with her human. After destroying what happiness Alcina had found, she decided Alcina needed structure, something to do, something to keep her occupied and give her purpose. It was the last thing she wanted. Mother Miranda wanted nothing more than control. And she got it.
"Wait, vampires and lycans, like werewolves, live together?"
She couldn't have been more grateful for your question in that moment.
"Yes, they do now."
Your mind was swirling like a mad bees nest at this new information. You were sitting here, visiting, shooting the shit, with an underground vampire clan Matriarch. What even was life right now.
"I, ok I'm an ignorant human, but I thought vampires and werewolves hated each other?"
Alcina chuckled, "You're not ignorant, but you are correct. For centuries the two fought and killed each other, for trivial reasons, truly."
"So, how did that end?"
Alcina smirked. You were too much. She thrived off your hunger for her story.
"When I came into power the wars were still raging, brutally. Many years later my clan was called in as reinforcements at one point. Luckily for all of us, in hindsight, we happened to be stationed where the lycans' leader, Karl Heisenberg, and his troops were. It was easily the bloodiest battle each side had seen. There were only 11 of my vampires and 9 of his lycans still left at the end. He and I came to blows. It was clear it was going to be a stalemate, and I simply made the statement during the fight that if we continue, everything we're fighting for, or over, will be absolutely pointless because everyone is going to be dead. I offered a truce, from one leader to the other, to at least talk and decide if we continue the bloodshed or evolve."
The woman was a vampire Matriarch and a goddamn war hero. Wow.
"And just like that it was over?" you asked with wide eyes.
"Not quite. There was so much bickering, a lot of arguing and finger pointing, but eventually we came to an understanding of one another. Getting all of our clans on board took much longer. We were in councils for 3 years before the full of our truce became solid. Then we all began to coexist together. Heisenberg and his clan came to live with me and my clan, as a show of our commitment to the allyship. They've been with us ever since."
As you were about to ask another question the alarm on your phone went off.
It was 4 AM.
Alcina cocked a brow, "You set an alarm?"
There was no point hiding the blush spilling over your cheeks, "Yeah... I want to make sure you leave here with enough time to make it back before the sun comes up."
What was she supposed to say to that. Here you were, a two-week-old acquaintance, human no less, keeping an alarm set for your visits so she, a vampire, could make it back to the shadows safely.
Alcina rose slowly off the chair and stepped in front of you on the couch, bent down and cupped one side of your face. She stared into your eyes with an emotion she wasn't sure of herself.
"Come... walk me to the balcony."
You followed her silently to your bedroom after she donned her trench coat. You didn't want her to go. You were missing her already.
As she began to open the glass door you reached for her, gently running your fingertips just at the base of the curve of her perfect hip, stalling her as she was stepping out onto the balcony. You opened your mouth to speak but the words just sat there.
You felt a hollowness setting in. Somehow the need to be near her felt absolutely painful as it was being taken away. There still wasn't an accurate way for you to express how she made you feel, how alive and awake, aware, thriving off every moment - she fed something inside of you, only you didn't know what. It only seemed to be getting stronger.
Alcina sensed your unspoken intent.
Of course she did.
Another gracious smile took her crimson lips, and as she turned fully to face you she grabbed the fabric of your shirt up in her hands, tugging you into the proximity you weren't brave enough to engage. She could feel every ounce of your yearning and it made everything within her ache.
Everything.
She felt it too.
"You are tempting dangerous fate..." she muttered, closing the distance painfully slow, keeping you there, dangling off a ledge, "I'll see you again... draga mea."
She pressed her lips to your forehead. A new spark flashed at the base of Alcina's spine and she knew she needed to flee at this very moment.
And like that she was gone.
You stood there slightly stunned as the feeling of her lips lingered on your skin. It was wonderful. Exhilarating. You wished wholeheartedly to know what they felt like against your own, and you weren't even running from the idea anymore.
Eventually you returned to the living room and blew out the remaining candles, grabbed her gloves, which she so conveniently forgot a second time, and flopped on your bed. You had so much to digest from tonight, so many more questions to mull over.
But firstly, what did 'draga mea' mean?
You grabbed your phone and did a poor job searching, going off phonetics. Luckily Google was much smarter than you and it knew what you meant.
"My darling," in Romanian.
Oh.
She called you her darling. You honestly weren't sure how to absorb that information, as if everything else you'd heard tonight wasn't enough. You laid back and placed your phone on the nightstand, eyes wide at the ceiling and her gloves on your chest, tight in your grasp.
Draga mea. My darling.
Sighing contently, your heart swelling and mind a puddle, you closed your eyes and hummed to yourself.
Sleep was swiftly on you, along with the smile on your face.
~
Sunday.
Ugh, Sunday.
You had to work tomorrow. Another five boring days of desk-jockeying you really could do without. Your bills couldn't, but you could.
The wonderland that consisted of your lady vampire was coming to a halt. You wouldn't be able to stay up all night chatting away the rest of the world.
This sucked.
The sun had only set not half an hour before suddenly, from your languid sprawl on your bed, a shadow appeared on the balcony and allowed itself in like a swooping bird of prey.
You about dropped your book and scrambled to sit up.
"Did I frighten you, draga mea?" came that painfully smooth undertone.
God she looked like an ethereal vixen.
Tonight she was wearing her leather jacket that rested just above her hips, the stark bright silver of the fashionable zippers brining to light her curving waist and buxom chest. Underneath she wore a deep red turtleneck. Her pants, black jeans, tight as usual, and black leather boots up to her knees with a nice heel.
Oof.
"Uh-hm -" you sputtered, "no, well sort of. It's early, I wasn't expecting you until later," you smiled finally gathering your bearings, sitting cross legged on the mattress.
Alcina admired how comfortable you looked; slightly disheveled and with loose fitting clothes, that light blue shirt with a very droopy neck hanging off one shoulder. Mmm, you looked a little too inviting. She loved it.
"You have work tomorrow, do you not?"
Fuck.
Yeah.
You sighed heavily and tossed your book on your night stand, "yeah, unfortunately."
"Hence why I am here early," she cooed sauntering towards you, a perfect brow arching gently, "you've been burning the midnight oil, as they say, for 3 nights in a row now... I would be a terrible companion if I continued to sap your sleep when you have responsibilities tomorrow."
Companion? Did she just say that? Dare you question it?
Nah. Nope. Leave it be. You'll treasure that even if she meant it or not.
"You're not terrible. It's been my choice, and truly I'd rather it continue then return to my desk prison."
She chuckled low and that timbre settled deep in your stomach. You may have shuddered a little.
"Be that as it may, your duties are your duties, as mine are mine," she tucked a long leg under her and gracefully lowered herself in front of you on the mattress and smirked, "but, I wanted to see you anyway, even if briefly before you sleep."
What was happening? No, really, what was happening? This was starting to feel like the two of you were dating, the casualness of what once was suddenly out the window and into a nose dive.
Ok.
Yes.
Alcina was no more than two feet from you, her face illuminated brilliantly by the brightness of your amber salt lamp.
You decided to do the thing.
Gently and slowly you reached out and tucked one stray strand of her black hair behind her ear, and you were one-hundred percent correct; it was silky as you had imagined. You caught the flutter of her eyelids at your touch and retreated, unsure how far to press.
"We could go into the living room for a bit?"
Alcina snaked her own hand to your knee and squeezed gently, considering your offer far too much, wanting to give in and stay another night.
"You must rest, and I must see to some business."
Her voice was soft and hinted of her own disappointment, and as she rose so did you.
"Business, huh?" you inquired with a playfulness, "up to no good, I hope," you grinned up at her, tilting your head.
You really were trying her. And yet she couldn't wipe the smile off her own face.
"I am always up to no good," she teased right back, stepping in closer than ever before, "and you..." her voice changed to a whisper, "seem to bring it out in me."
Suddenly you could no longer feel your legs underneath you, all you could feel was the blood pumping from your heart and thrashing through your veins at an alarming rate.
Instinctually your hands reached for her mid-section as you felt you might collapse. Her hands were already palming your jawline and the space between you disappeared.
Her lips felt like sin and blessings and everything in between. The rush was euphoric on a level you'll never know again. Her flesh was cool but wholly edible. So soft. So plush. So perfect.
Did you moan? You weren't sure, but you would almost bet on it.
It was over too fast and your vision was blurry as she pulled back, but your fingers were still gripping to the leather of her jacket like your life depended on it.
Alcina chuckled.
She traced your face gently and gave you a wink.
"Until next time, draga mea," Alcina said softly, taking your hands from her waist and bringing them to her lips.
A chaste kiss graced each set of knuckles and with a near puff of a breeze she had disappeared once more.
You rushed to the balcony, not expecting to see her, but perched none the less on your forearms and studied the ground below. You were smirking and cursing her all at the same time.
Brat, you thought.
But apparently, maybe, she was your brat?
Maybe.
You knew you pretty much belonged to her at this point; unbeknownst to you you had given yourself to her before you were even aware. It may even have happened the night she bit you.
Was it her doing, this submission? This draw, this undeniable need?
Who fucking cared.
Death by vampire? Sign me up, you thought.
~
Alcina was feeling more invigorated than she had in years. She hadn't really intended on kissing you, but, how could she not?
You were there, so enticing, so perfect. Resisting urges wasn't really her forte, never had been, never would be. And you, you were an urge of all urges.
When she finally reached her destination, her daughters were hidden next to the Harlem pier. Dressed in all black, hooded cloaks covering their lovely faces, waiting in the shadows for their mother.
She approached and smirked, "Ah, my lovely girls, are we ready for a hunt?"
"You are in an awfully good mood, mother," Cassandra remarked knowingly, receiving a nudge from Bela.
Alcina cocked a brow, her smile unrelenting, "Am I not allowed to be excited for a hunt with my girls? It's been far too long."
"I'm sooo excited," Daniela interjected, "evil blood is the best blood!"
"Mmm, that it is," she agreed, "no rules for this round, girls. The gang hides over on that side, near the port. Just don't be exceptionally messy, I'm not sure when the rain is expected tonight... leaving a lot of blood, even out here, can be risky."
Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra were all smiles now, eager to sink their teeth into flesh. Waiting for the nod from their mother, they growled in anticipation for the kill.
"Ready?" Alcina smiled, bearing her fangs, "Go."
#alcina dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu/reader#alcina dimitrescu/female reader#alcina dimitrescu/original female character#fanfic#fic#lesbian#f/f#wlw#slow burn#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu
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Hey! First of all I love your art! Second of all its nice to know my favorite pokemon community hasn't died yet😃 and third! Who is your favorite ranger villain and why! I've always loved red eyes, my dumbbutt has had a crush on him since I was 7 and first got the game but no that im older, a literal adult, ive really started to have a soft spot for purple eyes😅
thank you!!! Pokemon ranger has had my brain in a vicegrip since around uhh the age of 10? 10-ish and as the years have gone by it is increasingly obvious it does not intend to let go anytime soon
Favorite Pokemon villains: hmm fan of Kincaid when i was younger (bc Shadows of Almia was my first ranger game) but since Guardian Signs has long become my favorite (in which Red Eyes was my favorite villain, for a while – he had the shadow the hedgehog appeal of being edgy and blowing stuff up but also being Not Terrible in post game. Young emo-goff me thought he was the coolest. His expressions in the manga give me life).
Circa-14/15 yo me also latched onto Purple Eyes (when me and my partner were on n off working on post-post game fanfic, in which he causes trouble for the gang one last time) and present day me just thinks there’s equal horror and comedy potential there. He’s got next to no moral lines he won’t cross. Completely self serving. Extraordinarily dramatic. Extraordinarily smug – not necessarily without merit, he’s mostly competent in his methods that would be terrifying in a media more serious than the Pokemon world – but seeing him brag about how he’s the pinnacle of the Pinchers and then giving him the standard treatment (smackdown without mercy via baby Pichu with ukulele) is very funny. Seeing him take control of the Golden Armor and killing your dad Rand is terrifying in-universe. Working for him must’ve been wild; I just know Red and Blue Eyes would shittalk him in the submarine break room and very hastily change the subject when they hear him outside. Two supervisors and their manager from hell who all hate each other but have been working with each other for so long they’re mostly desensitized to it, and are all united against customers pokemon rangers. He tries to kill off all of humanity by taunting Arceus in a bonus wifi mission and gets dragged to hell for his efforts. He's a guy I am rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken
(All that being said, I have a habit of trying to humanize villains and view Guardian Signs through 15 layers of headcanon at this point, and my current subject of nitpicking + appreciation is Ed – I like to consider what drives people to do the things they do, and figure out why he might want to take over the world + desperate drive for immortality + genuine regard for human life + willingness to blow up an (uninhabited) island? and how it all fits together)
Final thoughts: I want to watch a The Office-style mockumentary of what it was like working in the pinchers
#pokemon ranger#anonymous#sorry this got really rambly#i am almost always down to talk about pokemon ranger especially anything related to GS#purple eyes#<- bc i ended up talking mostly about him
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The Last Laugh (part 15)
*Tonight at the charity*
"Look, J! There's so many people out there!" Scarlet grinned when she peaked through the curtain. So many people arrived, so many high authorities sat down on the round tables and waited for the show to start "I don't even have enough monition and knives for that, I guess!"
"Already solved that problem, doll" Jerome smirked, tugging on his white glove he put on for his magician costume "They simply become a part of my show." He glanced at her "So, how do I look like?"
"Hm," Scarlet turned to him, viewing him from head to toe with a grimace - she didn't like that costume at all. It made him look so stupid in her opinion, it made him unattractive "You look like an old desperate man who doesn't know how to earn money."
"But this desperate man knows how to kill them all" Jerome grinned wide, spreading his "This man knows how to get all their attention with a finger snip. He will enchant the audience with his appearance, with his looks and his entity. The audience will love him of course. How could they not?"
"This man might be a great magician," Scarlet smirked for herself "But," she bit her lower lip "Is this man able to enchant me, too? I mean, I'm not any of these...stupid snobs out there who believe everything you do and say." She wanted to challenge him so bad. She wanted him to seduce her, to tease her, to make her moan with his touch and his harsh bites. She wanted to tear that shitty costume off his body and see her pretty partner in crime again - she wanted him right now, right here.
"Come here, doll" Jerome pointed with his fingers at her, showing her she should come closer - and she did. With a grin she stepped closer to him slowly, letting him cup her face softly and stare into her now shining eyes "Beautiful," Jerome smirked "Mmmm you're a big girl with big power. You have things no man can resist, which makes you such a beast for everyone out there. How many guys would run after you if you walked down the street like a normal teenage girl?" Jerome pulled the fake beard down from his face and pressed his lips on her "Good, that I don't need to share."
And again he pressed his lips on hers, but this time more intensed. He bit and nibbled on her lower lip, even sucking on it to make her moan, maybe also to make her horny again.
Somehow yoh could say, her challenging turned him on - he liked challenges a lot, especially some like these.
"Without further ado, please allow me to present you the Great Rodolfo!" The man on stage claimed, you could hear the applause. Everyone was expecting Jerome's appearance now. They waited for the big magician that should trick their eyes.
"Ah, my turn" Jerome interrupted the kiss, his eyes were on the stage, then he pecked Scarlet's lips "Enjoy the show doll!" And so he went on stage, leaving Scarlet there all alone - but of course she would be a part of the show as well. He'd never forget his precious.
"Ha! Greetings ladies and germs," Jerome walked on stage "I am indeed the Great Rodolfo! Please ogle my lovely assistant. Ohh, for my first act, I'll require a volunteer. Let me see," He looked through the people "Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose!" Jerome pointed at Bruce Wayne, the richest orphan in Gotham that was hated by every villain - really, everyone wanted to kill him.
"Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" Jerome snirked at him, the thoughts how he would kill him just pleased him a lot. Now would be his chance to kill him! Now he wished to have a knife that he could ramm into Bruce' body - but he also knew the perfect time didn't have come yet.
"Bruce." The young boy responded not knowing what was about to happen soon.
"Bruce! Well, Bruce. This won't hurt a bit." He clapped two great blades together "Is there a doctor in the house?" Jerome sticked one of the blades in the box along with the other one. The audience gasped, then applauded him. They all were astonished by this magic trick. How could he not hurt this little boy even though he was ramming a blade in his body? It had to be impossible! - actually, clear to see it was not.
While watching Scarlet was amused and almost a little irritated that nobody recognized Jerome. Like it was actually clear it was him. His voice, his eyes, also his acting - nothing of it really changed so how could they not see it? Were they dumb? Did they nit watch the news? Do they even know him? It was almost unbelievable, she thought - but even better for her and him. With it, they just could continue their little show.
"Some people say Bruce has a split personality." Jerome laughed loud while Barbara brought the little kid back to his actual place "For my next illusion, I'd like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Major Harrison Kane."
Barbara pushed a rolling table, covered with a tarp, forward that it stood in front of Jerome. She pulled the tarp back and you could see any kind of knives laying down there.
The next upcoming trick made Scarlet excited a lot. Is Jerome still playing with him or is he about to kill that guy? She hoped for the second but sadly, she knew by herself that the time to kill hasn't come yet. She'd ne surprised if Jerome changed the plans - but this would be rather unlikely.
Barbara bended down making the others noticed the next illusion was incoming. But a mistake happened, her mask fell down. Scarlet became a but tensed since she didn't know in how far the Deputy knew Barbara and her past stories. As a deputy he should know about the most wanted killers and criminals in Gotham - and Barbara was one of them.
But Barbara kept being professional. Nobody made a move to start panicking or to call the police. Everything stayed normal. Apparently the deputy didn't recognize her - luckily.
Jerome saw this too, and even though it wasn't the actual moment to kill, he decided to change the plans.
"By the way, nobody is getting out here alive." At first the crowd laughed because they thought he was just joking - of course, he did not. Jerome killed the Deputy by throwing a knife into his thorax and the gunfire started by one of Theo's men. People were screaming and hiding in hope they weren't the next victim. They panicked, they cried and were scared to really not coming out alive.
"Tadaaa!" Jerome cheered and laughed loudly, throwing his arms in the air. He totally enjoyed the chaos as he always did. He enjoyed it when Theo's men and others started to fist fight, he started to laugh when people got harmed by the shooting, he loved to see people runnjng away from this huge mess. But then, an idea came up. Why did his precious Scarlet need to sit backstage now? She would miss all the fun right now.
"Come here, dollface, and enjoy the fun with me," Jerome shouted with a grin "See what wonderful mess I have made" he cackled, jogging to the backstage to Scarlet who was longing for his appearance already. Her smile went from one ear to another when he walked to her, his arms reached out to her to signal her it was time for her to come on stage. Scarlet jumped up of course, grabbing his hand and full of euphoria, she lead him on stage. She was excited to finally be a part of the show, finally she could kill some people and do some little tricks on them.
"Wonderful!" She cackled, being astonished of the gunfire, the dead and hurt people, the screaming and fearful people that were running around "Time for me to show my presence" she grabbed her gun and shot at the people laughing. She hit a few, some were hurt bad, some were afraid to die even - but Scarlet would never think of stopping it. She just kept going. She enjoyed the amount of blood and fear that filled the room like water filling a glass.
While Jerome as Scarlet were both laughing and enjoying the situation, two of Jerome's men walked to the stage with a strange lady in a black glittering dress. She facial expression was full of hate, but also a little mix of fear and respect. She knew who stood in front of her. She knew it wasn't the right moment to make any fun with Jerome and Scarlet - especially not now where they gained the mastery of the whole situation and the happening.
And this woman was no other than Lee Thompkins. She was Jim Gordon's new girlfriend after Barbara and him obviously split up for some certain reasons. It was said, James loved her more than anything and this was a person option to blackmail him.
"Oh, I see we've got some special guest here," Jerome grinned wide "How's Jimbo? Still alive? Haven't seen him in a while," Jerome walked from one side to another "What can I say? The thrill when my precious and I spread chaos over Gotham and he's trying to catch us," Jerome paused with an relieved sigh "I'm about to say it already became a part of our shows"
"You know what, J?" Scarlet came up with an spontaneous idea "Let's contact him! I'm sure he's quite in the near of us since lil Thompkins didn't escape the gunfire. He'd be worried, don't you think? I mean he should be worried about you because," Scarlet sighed shrugging "I was not planning on keeping you alive"
"That's a great idea, doll," Jerome grinned wide, he indeed loved her idea - well, actually both of them - then he looked at one of the guys "Bring her to the big wheel! She's got a bag?"
"Yes, here it is," One of the men was holding a black leather bag up, rummaging around for the phone until he found it to give it Jerome. Jerome surely was excited for the call. How would Jimbo react when he finds out it was not his beloved girlfriend on call - it was him.
"Oh, Jimbo, Jimbo, Jimbo," Jerome chuckled darkly when starting to call him "May God have mercy upon my enemies 'cause I won't." He cackled while waiting for Jim to answer the call - and then he finally did.
"Lee, thank God. I've been trying to-..." you heard him through the phone but Jerome interrupted him immediately - Jim had to know, of course, that Lee was absent from her phone and that someone way better was talking to him.
"Sorry, Jimbo, it's just little old me." You could already Jerome's grin through the phone, it was marvelous. He was so excited to talk to him, but he was even more excited to know that Jim wouldn't dare to quit the call as he wouldn't dare to refuse any of Jerome's demands and wishes. He could blackmail him as much as he wanted, he could ask for any wish and Jim would fulfill it because he was too scared that his lil Lee Thompkins got hurt.
"Jerome" Jim spatted, he knew he was fucked now, as he knew Jerome would hurt Lee if Jim didn't obey. He needed to be careful now, he needed to carefully listen what Jerome demanded now. He had to fulfill it anyhow because if not Lee would be dead, on the other hand Jerome would just play him if James gave in. So actually giving in was no option as well. So what should he do now? He had to find a plan now immediately.
"Are you outside?" Jerome mockingly gasped, thinking of another idea "You are, aren't you? Oh goody!" He cackled. It was so fun to him, having a desperate man on the phone who had no clue what to do.
"I swear to God, if you've hurt her-..." Jim wanted to start threatening him, but again Jerome interrupted him.
"Breathe James," Jerome's stayed calm "I haven't touched a hair on your girlfriend's pretty head. See for yourself. This is live television after all." He laughed loudly. Then Jerome and Barbara tied Lee up on that big wheel pretending to shoot her head. It was all to entertain the crowd, to make them love. No one loved though - besides Scarlet. She loved the whole show, she totally enjoyed it.
"You son of a bitch" Jim muttered through the phone.
"True, but not the point. Hey, let's talk about what I want." Jerome walked down the stage closer to the camera "$47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang's be careful, the man is a crook, and mm, I don't know, a pony for my precious doll. Uh, you got ten minutes or I start killing people. Remember this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, don't let people die. Bye!" Jerome laughed into the phone as he hung up "I think that went well." Jerome looked at scarlet giving her a wink with a smile.
"I think that went well" Jerome said cackling through the phone and through the camera, that was positioned right in front of him before he hung up the phone.
"Hey, J, why don't we just start killing people now? Why should we give lil Jim ten minutes to prepare himself for the worst?" Scarlet suggested with a grin, walking towards him and Lee "It would just increase the fun with Jimbo"
"Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave!" You suddenly heard Theo yelling from the other side of the stage, then strolling over to Jerome and Scarlet. Everyone were confused. What was he doing here? Was he trying to stop them? Or did this still belong to the show?
"Is that right?" Jerome grinned at him. He stayed calm after all. Whatever Theo has planned now, it surely wasnt a bad thing or something. He always wanted to profit, right?
"It may be presumptuous to speak for all citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You're a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough man, for God's sake, enough!"
I'm curious what your leverage is here, Mr.?" Jerome played along now. Let's say he was kinda curious where this whole 'I'm a savior' went. Scarlet though was suspicious. She also knew Theo just wanted to benefit from several actions and situations, but how would he benefit now? Should the others see what a good man he was? Probably, since he wanted to become major. But a good man did not distinguish just a good speech - deeds distinguished a good man even more.
"Theo Galavan"
"Well, Mr. Theo Galavan, if you don't sit down, uh, I'm gonna shoot you. In your face." Jerome simply said, walking around to Scarlet "Or Scarlet stabs you in your chest? She's craving for another kill"
"I know there is some human decency left in you. If you need a hostage, take me. But let these people go home! To their families, to their children." Before Theo could continue his speech, Barbara knocked him out with a some kind of pan. People started to scream again, while Scarlet bursted out in laughter. It was so funny for her, Theo was about to hold an impressive speech but got easily knocked out with a pan - marvellous!
"Boring" Barbara stated.
"Right" Jerome cackled loudly, the cupped Scarlet's cheeks softly with a grin "Do you enjoy the show doll?"
"Oh, I do, J" Scarlet grinned "How about we play some little games with our spectators? The show just has started, right?" Jerome just smirked at her for a while when she said that. He loved her euphoria - it now brought him to an idea.
"Wanna be the star in the show, doll?" Jerome stroke with his thumbs over her cheeks with a smirk. He loved seeing her shining eyes whenever she was glaring at him. Believe it or not, but you could say it almost made him a little happy to see how much he was affecting her.
"Always, J," Scarlet smirked wide.
"So, my lads and germs!" Jerome turned to the frightened audience. What will happen next? They thought, what does he plan on them now? "For my next act, I need a volunteer," he paused, looking through the audience "No, no, no, no, too old, no, no," he paused again, seeing a middle aged guy and pointed at him with his index finger "You!"
In this moment, Barbara strolled over to the certain man with an mischievous grin, she knew Jerome had a glorious idea in mind.
The man though was not really excited for it, he was scared. Like the aufience he wondered what Jerome was about to do with him, will he die? Will he be tortured? Or will Jerome have mercy this time and leave him alive? He didn't know. He hoped for the best, but honestly expected the worst.
When the man came with Barbara on stage, his body shakened in fear - his fear even increased when Barbara placed an apple on the top of his baldy head. Staring at Jerome, he hoped he wouldn't be a part of an extremely violent attraction. He hoped for mercy, he hoped for a painless death if Jerome was about to kill him.
"Shoot the apple, my precious!" Jerome grabbed a gun from under his shirt and handed it her. At the same time, he wrapped an arm around her waist and took a step behind her. He want to be as close as possible to her when she was giving the shot. He wanted to feel the same energy she felt when her adrenaline was pumping through her veins, he wanted to experience the same thrill as she did.
"With the greatest of pleasure" Scarlet locked the gun and appealed to the apple. Honestly, she was thinking whether she should just shoot the apple or shot this man in the head. It would be funnier. Killing a man with letting him believe to just shot at a simlle object. It would resemble a surprise.
"Hold very still." Jerome growled at the man, then he covered his eyes with one hand "I can't look! Someone tell me how it turns out."
Scarlet inhaled deeply and concentrated on the apple. She felt this certain energy already, she felt this thrill when her body was covered with pins and needles. She had this certain cribbling in her finger tips that just encouraged her to pull the trigger right now.
But as she pulled the trigger, just water came out and splashed into the old man's face. Scarlet frowned a little in confusion, thinking Jerome jerked her around with that toy. It would be typical for Jerome - always tried to be funny.
"Damn! Turn around." The man looked at Scarlet in fear and turned around. With his eyes he literally begged her not to shoot or at least to hit the apple. He was about to stop moving as she shot the apple from his head suddenly - he didn't expect it was coning that dast. The crowd gasps in shock and relief that the guy wasn't dead yet.
"Whoo!" Barbara cheered happily. She was the only one who applauded though - and this was a no go for Jerome. His precious doll presented something, she was the star in the show, she was the one who shot the apple from someone's head! This deserved applause! Thid deserved cheering! This deserved much attention!
"Well, clap!" Jerome shouted kinda aggressively to the crowd - then they did it. Nervously and fast. He laughed slightly pressing a kiss on Scarlet's cheek "Well done, doll."
"Thank you, Jerome." Scarlet grinned. He took the gun out of her hands and placed it on the table with the knives. Then he kept staring at them for a while, you could see he was thinking about something.
"What knife do you prefer?" Jerome asked her "I think about something sharp and long" hr stroke with his index finger over the blade sloely, feeling the sharpness of the knife that almost cut a wound in his finger.
Before you could answer though, Lee kicked Barbara in the stomach making her grunt all of a sudden. Scarlet's attention was awakened. Why did Lee kick her? What did happen anyhow? Were they about to start a huge fight? With scratching? Biting? Kicking? Slapping? And tearing hair from the head?
As Barbara looked up at Lee, you could see fury was written in her face. She was angry, mad...these words just described a very small part of her feeling. It was incredible how much hate a person could express.
"Haven't been ten minutes," Jerome hissed holding Barbara's arm tight that she was unable to stab Lee "We need to buy you a watch." Soon as Jerome turned around back to you Barbara punched Lee in her face. The crowd and you all gasped in surprise. Jerome instead, just looked at Scarlet shaking his head in disappointment. He hated the female mankind. They always ruined his plans in any way. That was not perfect, this was wrong, no it had to be different - women were terrible. He needed to change everything now.
"Well, I think it's time for tonight's first official victim. You all know and love. Poor rich boy...Parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer: Where is Bruce Wayne?" Jerome claimed waiting for the little boy's appearance - he didn't come though. Everyone looked around for the boy hoping he would come. They, as you, knew what would happen if he did - someone will die.
"You know, I'm an orphan, too, Bruce? I killed my parents, though." Jerome spoke to the microphone, then stepped away from it "Where are you hiding?"
"Bruce!" Jerome screamed in anger making you flinch a little - you were always surprised about his temper. It came rapidly and was gone after a few seconds "Where are you buddy?!"
"That little kid's afraid of you, Jerome." Scarlet giggled wrapping your arms around his torso "Give that boy some time to realize how much fun he's gonna have with you."
"We don't have time, right now. We have a plan to follow." Jerome grumbled looking around for Bruce and slightly pushing you away from him. In your eyes, Jerome was a mix of an infant and a monster or the evil itself. His impatience reminded you of a child that didn't get his will. And his eye expression expressed fury, evil and the strong wish to kill the kid. It was fascinating, and almost frightening.
"Kill his butler!"" Barbara suggested.
"Alright, last chance Bruce but it's about to get very butler-brainy out here." Jeromekept looking around. While that, some of Jerome's colleagues grabbed the butler's arms right pushing him forward to Jerome. He was an older tall man in a black tuxedo looking very concerned for the little boy - understandable.
"Brucey!" Jerome yelled looking through the crowd but the boy still didn't appear "I'm bored. Shoot the butler." He gave Scarlet a nod that she should kill the butler inmediately, Bruce shoud finally crawl out of his little hole, out of his hiding place. Jerome had no time fir sny stupid games.
"Stop!" Bruce claimed panicking and ran fast in front of the stage to his poor butler.
"Let's get this started, huh?" Jerome gasped pulling Bruce back while pointing a gun at his head "You! Check behind the curtain! Make sure no one's playing silly buggers" One of Jerome's colleagues nodded and walked to the curtain. He moved it aside the entrance, he got shot.
"Drop the knife!" James Gordon shouted pointing a gun at Jerome, but he just laughed and pressed the young Bruce Wayne in front of his body, a sharp blade was pressed on his throat almost cutting his thin skin "I don't have a clean shot!"
"Stay calm, Bruce." The butler tried to encourage the little boy after he took a gun, as well, pointing it at Jerome. He totally ignored what Gordon said. His mind was all around Bruce.
"It seems like we've got ourselves a pickle." Jerome stopped laughing but pressing a knife against Bruce's throat. "What do you say Brucey boy? Wanna boost our ratings, huh?" Jerome cackled insanely again "Smile."
"I said enough!" All of a sudden Theo appeared behind Jerome. He looked mad, very mad as if he wanted to take revenge on Jerome or Barbara for hitting a pan on his head. Scarlet was a little confused, whenfid he wake up from his little sleep? When did he get up again? She hasn't noticed anything. She was too focused on Jerome's work. But his appearance made him thinking now. Was he really taking revenge on them all? And if yes, how? Did he want to hit them with a pan as well or what? Or did he plan on something in that short time? She wasn't sure, but her feeling was anything but good.
And her feeling didn't delude her.Shortly after Jerome turned to him slowly, Theo stabbed a knife into his neck.
When Scaret saw this horrible deed, she felt that something died in her. It wasn't feelings, she had none. It was something else, like a part of her own body athrophied, or like a part of her body just fell apart. It caused chaos in her mind. She wasn't sure whether she felt anger and madness, or just emptiness. She wasn't sure what to feel anyhow. She thought Jerome would or even could never leave her in any way. They were like something that was glued together. No one could tear them apart no matter how much people tore on it.
But now, everything would change. There was no 'us' anymore for Scarlet. There was no time to make plans together anymore. There was no time laughing together anymore. Nothing could be done together anymore. There was just her, all alone in this damned world. She had to deal with the world alone now, it was just her who ruled how to continue.
Scarlet just glared at Theo, clenching her fists in anger, even her whole body started to shake. Her breathing became heavier and faster - it resembled hyperventilating. She couldn't handle the situation. She thought she wouldn't have something like foibles - but she noticed Jerome was her biggest foible. He made her weak, he had control over her. She was dependent on him. He manipulated her. He wrapped her around his finger. And now she was a helpless dear, not knowing what to do anymore - and all that because of Theo. He had to die, that was clear. He deserved it for what he has done. But how? No death was good enough to heal the wound in Scarlet's soul.
"I know, I know." He pressed Jerome down to the ground "Im so sorry, Jerome. You have real talent. But now you see, the plot thickens. Enter the hero." Theo grinned slightly.
"I was gonna be.." With his last breath and his last courage, he looked up to Scarlet still having a grin in his face. His mouth opened shortly as if he was about to say something to her, but too late - he was dead. When Theo noticed that, he slowly pulled out the knife from his neck and looked up at Scaret in expectancy. He waited for her to say something. He waited for her to react. He hoped for her to break out in tears, to show her vulnerability. He hoped to see her bowing down for him - but all his hope stayed a wish.
"I'm impressed, T" Scarlet started to laugh maniacally and hysterically, applauding - she couldn't control herself anymore "But what's the point in it? Did you think I'd cry over this clown?" She really couldn't stop laughing now "Oh no, he was just a little boy toy for me. Nothing that would mean a thing to me." She lied, Jerome obviously did mean something to her "But you know, there was still something on him that fascinated me. Something that impressed me, something... that made me addicted to him. So, I'd like to join your little game." She slowly walked towards him "So run"
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Late Night Thoughts
I used to view life like a battlefield. Just something I was trying so desperately to simply to survive and to want to get through. I never dreamed I would be able to love someone so deeply, and yet, I do. I never thought I'd be good enough to be loved, and yet, I wanted to be.
I think there's a time when we all struggle, but the levels of struggle vary. Have you ever been to that dark place? If so, I am sorry, and I've been there too. But on the darkest nights, on the worst of times, it is worth it all to survive, and to have more , for that one day, someday, when you could change it all.
I am thankful to those who see me. I am thankful for those that I've called friends, for those I still do. I'm thankful to those I consider family. And, I am very thankful for those who have both stayed and gone, because I've learned a lot over the years about both you and myself.
I'll keep my spark. I'll hear out your stories. But, there's also a point where if you've lost my trust, which I give, that I will draw up boundaries that you will never be able to break again. I'll go so far as to burn bridges to defend myself and the one I love, from having to face those struggles ever again.
You can say you're in my life.
But are you truly someone who I depend on? Who really, truly accepts all of me, whether good or bad? If you can't, then there is a distance for us that will never be filled. Part of any relationship is learning what you can and won't do, what you can and won't accept, and whether you can or won't be around that person.
I'm beyond thankful for all the folks who I have come across in this life. I've learned how to socialize, how to be a friend, how to talk and to listen, and how to cook, and so much more. I've also had a hard time because I want to be able to trust, but I don't always know how to forgive so easily. There's a lot of history there.
I've also learned that despite how much I would love to blame it all on other people, I need to take responsibility for a lot of it too. I've grown up. Don't get me wrong, I'm still hurt by the things both they and I have done. I'm still angry. I'm at war with both learning to let it go and forgive, both they anntd my own self. But, I can't just destroy it all anymore. I can't just throw it all away anymore. It's not just me anymore.
Thank you, Alden @shadowmooncat - for helping me both grow as a person, and learn to not keep trying to fight everything. It's okay to fight at times, but I don't have to fear my own emotions anymore. I don't have to fear others' emotions or words anymore. I can be myself and be loved. I can be deserving of love and care, of support or friends. I don't have to pay for my past, and honestly, we're in this together. I am also no longer alone. I love you, and thank you for teaching me to not need to be sorry. I don't have any regrets anymore, because I'm done worrying for the past. I will focus on the now and going forward.
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Bar Shows and... Cinna?
Not the complete version of it but... I will complete it after today's episode. When I am not falling asleep on my chair. Hope you all like it! This is a raw version of the chapter.
She knew she had drank a lot in the latest party. And she was one to enjoy life and all that. Plus she was a performer! It was in her blood! But never had she ever woken up to a stranger ogling at her in broad daylight. Everyone knew each other in Byroden and this is no traveller who was new to the town. Where was she?
“You lost?” the stranger asked. “A lot of people seem to be for some reason.”
“What?”
“Where do you think you are?”
“Byroden?”
“Oh dear, oh dear…”
“What?”
“You are very far away from Byroden.”
“What the hell do you mean I am far away from Byroden?”
“Welcome to Issylra dearie.”
“I heard there was someone performing at the local bar. A foreigner who randomly appeared out of nowhere. Said she’s performing some neat tricks! Though some did mention they were dangerous too.” Prism said excitedly.
“And they said this in your… Apogee solstice survey?”
“NO! After I finished with it and was chatting up with them!”
“And what do you want us to do about it?” Deni$e asked.
“Maybe we can collaborate with them, perform and split the money! You did say you were running low on reserves!”
“Are we that desperate?” Ashton asked, uncertain about the necessity of this while they needed to find answers.
“Maybe some relaxation would do good?” Bor’Dor piped from the back as he tried to read one of Prism’s spells, Dynios giving out unhelpful comments at the fumbling.
“You think performing could be relaxing?” Laudna asked as she pulled out Shashimi. “I could always puppeteer! I am very good at it! Pate was mine for a long time!”
“Pate is… living?”
“NO! He wasn’t all the time! He came to life only recently. After I was revived from death!”
“I was a puppet for a really long time. She was very good!” Pate inserted from the sidelines.
“I mean, it’s not really a bad idea, I suppose. We all kinda have something we can do-”
“Say you and Laudna have something to do. The rest of us don’t.”
“And if it earns some coins, why not? At worst, we get to enjoy a show if they say it is as good as it was. What kind of performance anyway?”
“Everyone keeps saying it is a secret. Something that must be viewed and experienced. I don’t know. Sounds fun.” Prism shrugged.
“I mean, we are just gonna watch a free bar show. Nothing dangerous to fight, is there?”
“Someone’s throwing axes at people! I love them already!” Ashton exclaimed the moment he entered the bar and heard the telltale thunk of a sharp object hitting something.
“Any volunteers? Oh come on, don’t be pussies. No one’s about to get harmed! I do this and ice sculptures all the time!”
Orym froze on hearing the voice, immediately ran to the back of the group and clutched onto Deni$e, the flash of green recognisable anywhere. “Hide me. Hide me, please! What is she doing here? She was in Byroden! Of all places why here?”
“An ex of yours?”
“No, worse.”
“What do you mean by worse?”
“The one who caused the scar on my neck!”
“There’s none over there.”
“No! There is! You just haven't-”
“Hey! You volunteering?” the performer cut in. “I promise no harm will befall you.”
“I think my friend is just feeling a bit shy!” Deni$e said with a smile as she picked Orym up and dropped him.
“Oh! It’s you, Opal’s friend! Hello there! Want to try again? You did spectacularly last time!”
“Uh. Umm… hi? Cinna? How are you here? I thought you never leave Byroden, ever.”
Ashton picked Orym up and marched him up to the front. “You want to chat her up, chat while performing.”
“I don’t know. Landed up here randomly. The barkeep found me and needed an entertainer and I needed the coin. Here I am. Now, I think you know what to do! Stand still and let me do my magic.” She winked as she started tying the ropes and moving back to her knife display.
“How about we switch things up a little? You choose the knife and I’ll throw it!”
“Oh god I am going to die today” Orym muttered as he tried to shrink himself as much as the ropes would allow him to. He could hear the rest of the group, and the crowd cheer, hoot and shout out different knives and waiting in bated breath as Cinna chose the knife.
“Now, will the halfling live, or will the halfling die?!” She deftly threw a knife towards him. He flinched on instinct but it never hit him. He looked down to find it right between his legs, the same position as last time and shivered. He knew she was good but it doesn't mean that this shit isn't scary.
“Where did the tinman go? I missed him the last time.”
“Umm… Tinman who?”
“The dwarf?”
“Oh, Dariax?” Orym side-eyed Deni$e before shrugging as much as the rope allowed him to. “He is still in Tal’Dorei if my guess is right. With the others.”
“The faun too? She was great in bed by the way.” she winked as she threw a second knife right over his head, followed by a third one right beside his foot. The crowd started cheering louder with each successful hit.
Orym blushed. “I don’t know where she got displaced, actually. No clue whatsoever.”
“The flying blue one?”
“With the dwarf.”
“At least you don’t have the sweats this time.” she smiled as she threw another knife.
The next few knives came in quick succession after that, not really letting the noise in the surroundings bother her. Ashton saw the halfling starting to relax a little and smile. Maybe he did need this too
#cinna brightbow#orym of the air ashari#ashton greymoore#prism cr#bor'dor dog'son#deni$e#laudna#pate#exu throwback#Idk I just love Cinna#and the chaos energy she has#critical role
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