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zeroducks-2 · 1 year

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Hi, I'm Zero - Welcome to my pond! And if you come from the old blog, nice to see you again ♥

Blog Navigation: My Art - My Fanfiction (includes things I don't post on AO3) You can find my other socials here. I recently made one in hope to escape the rampant censorship, we'll see how it goes.

The posts in which I complain about stuff are tagged #ramblings if you want to avoid them.

I'm currently hyperfixating on DCU/Batman, especially the Sladick niche. I also post/reblog batfamily content (batcest or just wholesome), with a mix of dark/fucked up things & fluff/wholesome things. I love being gross to Dick though no one is safe from me.

I love all DC ships, just not equally! Almost nothing grosses me out and I don't have NOTPs, so know that you can find just about anything here, 90% of which is DC Centered. Feel free to send me prompts, brainworms or ficlets, I love them all and I love your ideas ♥

I am every fucked up character's apologist - they looked great while doing their thing and I stan all the evil queens, kings and monarchs, irredeemable or otherwise.

I post/reblog nsfw, but given that tumblr started trying to kill my previous blog although everything was always tagged & censored properly, the censorship here is going to be more severe. Links will be provided for uncropped/uncensored versions of my art where needed!

I am regardless uncomfortable with minors following me, so please If you're a minor or uncomfortable with kinky stuff, DNF or just block me. Fyi:

I like fucked up shit and I will sometimes post/reblog it

I'm queer, polyamorous, and a bitch who does their own thing & is interacting with fandom stuff cause real life sucks. It is not in my interest to directly engage with fandom discourse, but my stance is that if you can't make a difference between reality and fiction, and you feel the need to personally attack people who dabble in content that makes you uncomfortable, block me because you won't like what I do.

I don't bother writing out under every post the classic "I don't condone this in real life!1" because I feel it's unnecessary - I assume that who follows me has enough critical thinking skills to not need a reminder, but in case you do you can have it here: I don't condone any fucked up fandom thing in real life, this is fiction, no one is getting hurt & we're just having fun. Again if you don't manage to grasp this then please kindly block me.

Last but not least - this blog really hates capitalism, racists, terfs, swerfs, all flavors of queerphobes, ableists and exclusionists of any kind.

Again if any of the aforementioned bothers you on any level, do unfollow/block me and let's all keep conducting our peaceful existences away from each other.

If you decide to stay - feel free to send me asks, whether it's questions, art/fanfiction requests, if you want feedback on something you wrote or if you just wanna chat. I can't guarantee I'll be able to create some art/writing for you, but I really appreciate it 💚 💛 (pro-tip: if it's Sladick it's more likely that I'll do it!). You can also send me hate if that's your thing, I won't kinkshame you I promise.

Stay exceedingly handsome!

#reposting from the old blog cause still relevant #I tag with ramblings the posts in which I complain about stuff in case ppl don't wanna see those #other useful tags:#vampire!dick #strip game #my asks #my commissions #ask game #my art #sladick

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alliknowiseggs · 11 months

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This blog used to just be a place for me to reblog music I liked to download later. These days, I want to use it to talk about as many different sides of myself as I can manage in a a way that’s not feasible elsewhere, or where it’s hard to find people who’ll listen.

I want to use this blog to:

Express my emotions, however complex or incomprehensible they may seem

Write longer posts than Twitter can afford about all manner of subjects including politics, relationships, music theory, Sonic lore, and more

Share some of my musicmaking and find people who’ll listen

Find musicmakers here and listen to their woek

Explore my sexuality and learn about what I like and how it affects me

Talk about sex with people in a way that leads to mutual understanding but doesn’t disrespect boundaries I have with my fiancée

Improve my existing relationships by giving me a space to get my thoughts out of my head, so that I can avoid dumping on them or at least organize them

Practice mindfulness with the social media content I consume. I don’t need to reblog everything that makes my neurotransmitters light up; I can think critically about “what does this post mean to me?” and reblog only the things that I genuinely want other people to see

EDIT: here are tags I am promising myself I will use consistently, and which you can use to filter as you please:

nsfw

"nsfw" is a nebulous concept but i can at least guarantee to use this on any post that i wouldn't wanna get caught on my computer screen at the front desk of the stuffy law firm i used to work at.

about me

this blog is for me to express myself, so i'll use this a lot!

my music

i view my music the same way i view my words: as a way to build connections with people and myself. i don't want to find fans and make money, but i do want my music to be a part of a back-and-forth relationship with people where i feel heard and am able to listen to others.

sexual thoughts and feelings

a combination of the first two.

#about me

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zaffrenotes · 3 years

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[TRR: WD106] Avoiding A Blunder

Summary: Prince Liam has to fill in for Crown Prince Leo, and Murphy’s Law is put into motion at the end of his trip. Chaos ensues, condensed Wacky Drabble style. Fic Rating/Warning: M; alcohol consumption, minor health/medical emergency, anxiety/angst Author’s Note: All main characters belong to Pixelberry/The Royal Romance, I’m just borrowing them * Fictional versions of IRL individuals are included with affection; any other characters mentioned in this piece are my creation * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt 106: You’re gonna get us busted! * You have @the-soot-sprite and @ao719 to thank for this ridiculousness, lol - Soot reblogged a photo, Betsy sent me this request

and...this is what my brain came up with (PS - thank you both for the movie discussion) * For the purposes of this story, Triydalia is a fictional country that shares a border with Thailand * Word Count: 1999 😅 (7 minutes reading time)

Taglist (if your name is crossed out, I'll tag you in the comments): @/ao719 @burnsoslow @gkittylove99 @neotericthemis @ofpixelsandscribbles @rainbowsinthestorm @superharriet @/the-soot-sprite @choiceskatie @jaqren @aestheticartsx @bbrandy2002 @dcbbw @gnatbrain @jared2612 @kingliam2019 @ladyangel70 @lovingchoices14 @nestledonthaveone @princessleac1 @queenjilian @sfb123 @texaskitten30 @theroyalheirshadowhunter @yourmajesty09

Liam was used to filling in for Leo at a moment’s notice; participating in conference calls with ambassadors for early morning updates when Leo overslept, and attending meetings with ministers when Leo went AWOL. He’d grown accustomed to his brother’s antics, but he wondered how Bastien managed to keep his position, when he’d lost track of Leo’s whereabouts countless times.

While Leo spent more time avoiding his duties as Crown Prince of Cordonia, Liam dutifully took on the extra responsibilities in stride. It often meant partitioning his already packed schedule to sit in on vital cabinet meetings or dining with visiting dignitaries, but sometimes Leo’s vanishing acts gave Liam the opportunity to travel.

Though their ambassadors handled the majority of day-to-day relations with other countries for trade, Constantine preferred to meet face-to-face when he could. One such time, a lingering cough turned to walking pneumonia, restricting Constantine to as much bed rest as possible. It also meant sending Leo to Japan for a meeting with the Prime Minister in his stead.

It would have been fine, if Leo hadn’t pulled another one of his disappearing acts.

A week later, Liam was seated on the royal jet on his way back from Tokyo, navy attache with espresso brown leather trim in the chair next to him. Across from him, Maxwell chatted with Anya over various Thai dishes. On the other side of the plane, Drake was in a heated discussion with leggy blonde Anitah while the ladies’ petite friend Donna observed in silence, fighting back a grin. “You’re an imbecile if that’s your opinion,” Anitah declared, raising her hands up in the air. “Are you sure that’s the hill you wanna die on?”

Drake smugly sipped from the crystal tumbler in his hand. “I’m right and you know it.”

“What are you two talking about?” Liam asked, relieved to think about anything other than what was in the bag and why it was so important he hand deliver it to his father.

“Fight Club being a better cinematic masterpiece than The Princess Bride,” Drake replied. “You guys agree, right? If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, you’d want to watch Tyler Durden fight the system instead of some…” he paused to sneer at Anitah, who crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue at him, “...story about a swashbuckler rescuing a princess? She’s not even a real princess!”

“Fight Club is such a guy movie though,” Anya argued, turning in her seat to face Drake. “Princess Bride appeals to men and women, with a much larger audience.”

“Okay, that’s two for Buttercup,” Drake sighed. “Maxwell? Li?” He looked at his friends expectantly.

“Fight Club, definitely,” Maxwell said, nodding his head. He’d spent the better part of the trip doing everything to get into Drake’s good graces after the octopus incident on the first night in Tokyo.

Before Liam could respond, a commotion from the front of the plane made everyone’s heads turn, where a pair of Kings Guards and two flight attendants were seated near the galley. One of the guards slipped into the cockpit, rushing out a moment later in Liam’s direction, as the jet slowly tilted to the right. “Apologies, Your Highness. Do you or any of your guests happen to speak Triydalian?”

Anya slowly raised her hand. “I knew a bit when I was a kid, but I haven’t used it in years.”

The guard motioned for her to join him. “Please come with us, miss. The pilots need a translator.”

“Is everything alright, Remy?” Liam peered past the guard, eyes widening at the sight of the other guard and one attendant hovering in front of the other attendant in a chair.

“We need to land the plane, Sir,” Remy answered, ushering Anya up from her seat. “Ramona passed out. She’s breathing but unresponsive.”

Twenty minutes later and after a jarring landing, they’d arrived at a small airport in the Republic of Triydalia, at the edge of one of the country’s many jungle forests. Calling it an airport was generous - it was more of a cleared dirt path in the middle of the jungle with a shack for an airport tower, and a man that looked like more of a hunter than an air traffic controller. After a choppy conversation that required pantomiming and hand signals, Anya left with Remy and the man from the tower to fetch a tribal doctor, while Anitah and Donna assisted the other member of the cabin crew to look after Ramona. They were warned to remain as quiet as possible and to stay inside the jet.

Minutes passed by in tense observation; Anitah and Drake continued their debate in low whispers, growing louder as they defended their choices. Liam could see the pilots discussing something pointedly as they checked readings on the instrument panel and worked on calculations. One of them stepped out, claiming that he needed to stretch his legs, and walked cautiously down the runway. When he returned, the other pilot joined him outside, despite the original warning to stay inside. Liam peered out the windows and checked his watch, worrying about Anya and Remy, along with his father’s instructions to avoid delaying their return.

While the remaining guard headed towards the back of the plane to pace back and forth for the eighth time, Liam took it upon himself to speak with the pilots. The air was thick and stifling the moment he stepped outside. Around them, there was nothing but green, green, and more green from the wilderness that surrounded them, abuzz with tropical birds and insects. At his side he carried the blue attache, remembering the promise to his father that the bag wouldn’t leave his sight. He spoke in a hushed tone when he approached the pilots. “You’re doing more than just stretching your legs, aren’t you, Captain?”

Both men grimaced slightly. “Yes, Your Highness. Even if we pulled back to one end of the runway, we’re still at least five hundred feet short of clearing takeoff.”

“What if we worked to try and clear the brush on either end?” Liam offered, looking off into the distance.

“There’s no way to clear out the trees, even the young ones,” the co-captain answered. “We might be able to take off if we could drop some weight, but the larger concern is the longer we wait, we increase the risk of encountering someone who doesn’t want us here.”

Liam nodded gravely; months of civil unrest in Triydalia meant rebel groups assembled faster than the government could contain them. There was no guarantee of anyone’s safety, stranded on a remote runway. There was no telling what was wrong with Ramona while she was unconscious, and therefore no way to treat her without the aid of a doctor. Ensuring the safety of the crew and his friends could have been avoided altogether if Leo didn’t constantly opt out of handling the duties of his station. In that moment, Liam abhorred the never-ending list of responsibilities thrust at him as a result of having to pick up the slack for his brother, knowing if their roles were reversed, Leo would manage to find a way to leave Liam to solve problems on his own.

“Could you excuse me for a moment?”

He’d barely finished asking the question before walking into the tall grass by the edge of the runway. Ignoring the pilots’ calls to return, Liam sprinted into the dense greenery, dodging between vines and scanning the ground for tripwires until he could no longer see the plane over his shoulder. When he finally stopped running, he bent over, hands on his knees as he gulped in air. Liam looked down at the blue bag in his hand, wondering what on earth was so precious to reduce him to a courier.

Shaking the bag did nothing; it felt practically empty, though he could tell something was inside. He couldn’t open the bag to check, since Prime Minister Abe and his father were the only ones with keys, and PM Abe handed him the sealed bag when they parted ways. Liam wanted to throw the infernal “murse” the ladies had good-naturedly teased him for into the bushes. Perspiration dotted his hairline, and he let out a primal scream, before taking slow, deep breaths to quiet the worrisome thoughts racing in his head and bring his heartbeat down to normal.

Cursed courier bag in his right hand, Liam braced his arm against his torso, pinning it in place with his elbow when he bent his other arm up towards his face. Curling his fingers into a relaxed fist, he pressed his lips against his thumb, thick brows furrowing in thought. All around him, wild birds called to one another amidst the chittering clamor of insects hidden in the foliage. He was so busy running through scenarios in his head that he didn’t hear the quiet click of a camera, turning to look up only when he heard a branch snap in the distance.

“Watch it! You’re gonna get us busted!” Donna hissed to Drake. She pocketed her phone, elbowing Drake in the ribs as they crouched behind large leaves. She ticked her head in Liam’s direction. “Go get your boy, none of us are safe out here.”

After some coaxing, Liam headed back to the plane with Donna and Drake, walking briskly through the jungle, eyes trained to look for anything out of the ordinary. Liam was alarmed when he heard and then saw the engines running, until Drake explained the pilots were burning off fuel to lighten the plane. They’d begun to walk up the steps, when Maxwell popped out above them. “Whoo!” Maxwell exclaimed, digging for another snack from the container he cradled in his arm. “Feels like a sauna out here!”

“Lower your voice, Maxwell! Please!” Liam seethed. His features pinched together in disbelief. “Are you...eating? Now?”

“You know I stress snack,” Maxwell replied, shrugging his shoulders. He shoved another cookie into his mouth.

Liam’s eyes lit up and he took the stairs two by two, knocking on the cockpit door before swinging it open. “What if we unloaded whatever’s not bolted down? The decor, dinnerware, the food and drink?”

“That...would certainly help,” the captain replied, looking back over his shoulder. He turned to his co-pilot. “It could be enough to get in the air after burning off the excess fuel.”

“You heard the man, Maxwell,” Liam said, offering his friend a nervous grin. “Get Drake to help you start unloading the plane. Has Ramona’s status changed?”

“Donna found the first aid kit just before she took off with Drake to go after you. Anitah found some smelling salts that gave her a rude wakeup call. Turns out her insulin pump shorted and she just needed some juice.”

Several more minutes passed as the group removed whatever they could from the plane, leaving piles of cookware, food, throw pillows, and even seat cushions to lighten the load. Drake whined when they gathered up the liquor, but he stuffed a bottle of whiskey in a cabinet by his seat. They’d nearly finished when Anya and Remy returned, running on foot. “That thing better be ready to take off!” Anya hollered, motioning for everyone to board. “Rebels on our tail! Time to go!”

Everyone scrambled back onto the plane; Liam relayed the urgency to depart to the pilots, who rapidly went through their flight checklist. Remy pulled Anya up onto the steps and they all clamored to buckle into their seats, the sound of gunfire in the air as the jet rolled forward and lurched up into the air, barely clearing the canopy.

Adrenaline pumping and breaths shallow, Liam looked around at his friends and the crew, thankful they were safely in the air again.

Liam thought he was having a stroke at twenty-four when he saw the contents of the bag. Constantine smiled with glee at the small gold cat, one paw raised.

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merrythievesfanboy · 4 years

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James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs' First Night

Takes place after Chain of Gold so will have spoilers!

Cordelia stood before the mirror of her new room,in which she would wake up in at least for a year.

That was James' plan to save her reputation,after what she did in order to free him from his guilt of burning down the Blackthorn Manor. Cordelia didn't really knew what to expect of all of this.

Today their marriage had occured. It was quite a beautiful ceremony. Everyone was just so full of joy and happiness for them. Even if they didn't knew that it was actually a Mariage Blanc.

That meant that the reason for their marriage wasn't love. And that was true,at least for James. Cordelia loved him,she always had loved him. But James loved someone else.

She was there at their marriage,her expression blank as always. Grace Blackthorn,no longer trying to escape her mother's clutches,and engaged to Charles Fairchild.

If Grace was being sincere when she offered her compliments for her and James,Cordelia couldn't possibly know,she never knew when it was about Grace. James seemed troubled when he saw her.

It wasn't easy. Unrequited love was never something easy,and Cordelia didn't expect to ever face something like that in her life. Perhaps someday James would love her,or maybe she would love someone else.

Right now,in her golden nightgown,she didn't knew what to expect of the rest of the night. The ceremony of Shadowhunters' wedding ended in a very intimate act.

She had already marked James with his wedding rune on his hand,and so did he. But there were two runes,one should be marked on the heart. That moment was definitely one of the most specials for any couple. But Cordelia wasn't going to get that.

At least,not in this wedding.

It was a shame,really. Her mother,Sona,was so happy when she gave Cordelia that golden nightgown,it was a rare moment,after so many difficult episodes,Sona didn't smiled very often.

But she was so happy,Cordelia remembered very well.

-This is a special gift Layla! I'm quite sure you are going to love it!-Sona had said.

-Maman,there really is no need for more gifts. The parties that Mr. and Mrs.Herondale have offered are enough.-Said Cordelia.

-But this is my gift for my daughter! Oh Cordelia! Your life is only beginning! You and James are going to be so happy! You are going to live one of the most important moments of your life! This is for the first night you will have as Cordelia Herondale.-Sona said.

She opened the box that was on the bed and revealed a golden nightgown,one of the most beautiful nightgowns Cordelia had ever seen.

-It is...I barely have words!-Cordelia said,she couldn't help but smile.

-You deserve this my daughter! For your happiness!-Sona said.

Cordelia blinked,as if she had just woken up from a dream. Too bad,maybe the nightgown wasn't really needed.

She heard the door open,and James entered the room. He was still wearing the gear men had to wear for the ceremony. He looked absolutely handsome in black and gold. It suited him so well.

Only the silver bracelet didn't really fit with the colors. "Loyalty Binds Me",it was a gift given to him by Grace a long time ago.

James had been thinking about the words of his Parabatai during the ceremony. Matthew Fairchild sometimes had the amazing talent to speak the perfect truth,even if he was a little drunk.

"Don't take me wrong,Jamie. I just don't want you to accidentally ruin Cordelia's reputation. This is a Mariage Blanc,after all.-Said Matthew.

"What exactly are you trying to say,Math? I would never do anything that could somehow harm Cordelia in any way. I am really grateful for what she did to me. This marriage is the only way to guarantee she will be able to marry again someday.-Said James.

-I know,i know. What i am trying to say is that you shouldn't expect from Cordelia a different behavior than that of a friend. You said it yourself,this marriage has a different purpose than most marriages.-Said Matthew.

-I know it has. And i don't have any expectations towards Daisy. This marriage was my idea,it was my plan. I'll carry on with it. It will only be for a year. Though i don't quite get this whole behavior thing.-Said James.

-Don't expect her to behave like your wife. At least not in private. You know how the ceremony usually ends. Do the right thing James. I have faith you will.-Said Matthew.

Matthew was absolutely right,James knew that. He didn't put much thought in this thing of behaving. For the other's eyes,they were a happy couple,but in truth,they were only friends.

As Will and Tessa had promised,a special room in the Institute was prepared for their use. It would be their room for a whole year. They would have to share the same bed as well.

It was surely a weird thing. Sometimes James asked himself if he wasn't betraying the love he felt for Grace. He could have been married to Cordelia,but Grace was the only one for him.

On the other hand,she was also engaged. But Grace was excellent in hiding her feelings,even James didn't really knew what she truly thought of the whole marriage situation.

But James wouldn't talk to her for a whole year. He promised himself that he wouldn't cheat on Cordelia,even if the marriage was not for real. She didn't deserve such humiliation.

She was in the room already,dressed in her nightgown,the color as gold as James' eyes.

Her red hair was loose,and it fell on her back like a sea of flames and autumn leaves. James couldn't deny that Cordelia was absolutely stunning.

She turned to look at his face. Her bare feet on the wooden floor. She looked calm,as she usually did. Even though they still had another rune to mark on each other.

James sat on the bed,getting rid of his shoes and socks. Wedding gear wasn't exactly something one would like to use while sleeping.

Cordelia sat beside him. Her expression changed,and James realized that. She looked rather...anxious.

-Is everything alright,Daisy? You must be tired,it was quite the night,was it not?-James asked,smiling.

Cordelia felt a sudden need to kiss him,but she was able to control herself. He was her husband now,but that didn't mean she could take any action.

-Indeed. Have you enjoyed your night, James?

-Of course! Not bad for a first wedding,i guess.-He said,laughing.

Cordelia wished she could laugh as well,but for some reason,nothing seemed capable to make her smile now.

-We still have to finish the runes. Shall we get this done quickly?-Cordelia asked.

-Sure.-James said,taking a moment to really look at the woman who was now his wife.

Cordelia Herondale. Strangely,the name did seem to have a nice ring to it. When he was younger,he had always dreamt of the day he and Grace would be together and married. That dream seemed to be so distant now.

But Cordelia wasn't far from him. She was there at his side,where she seemed to have been for quite sometime now.

-You look stunning.-James whispered,causing a chill to run over Cordelia's veins. If his voice had that effect on her,the rest would definitely be something else.

Not that she would ever know.

-Thank you James. Could we just get this done quickly,please? I am quite tired.-Cordelia asked.

James blinked. He needed to remember Matthew's words. They were not married,not for real.

-Yes,sorry.-Said James,pulling of his shirt,revealing his bare chest to Cordelia.

The witchlight in the room gave a weird and romantic atmosphere. Looking at James' body like that was a sensation she wouldn't forget so soon.

Cordelia approached him,the stele in her hand,her hand getting closer to James' heart. She stopped when she saw the bracelet.

She was almost running out of patience. She knew James didn't love her,and that he didn't knew of her true feelings. Still,it was not easy to see that bracelet there. It was almost like a constant reminder of Grace and James' love for her.

-Can you please take that off for a moment?-Cordelia asked,grabbing a hold of his arm,and retrieving the bracelet.

James didn't had time to protest,suddenly,it was like everything around him got clearer,sharper. Like he could see everything that surrounded him.

Including Cordelia.

-Daisy. My Daisy.-James said,and pulled Cordelia into his lap,kissing her with a passion he didn't knew he had in him.

It was almost like the Whispering Room,but definitely better. He could feel Cordelia's dark,warm,soft skin on his hands. She placed her hands around his shoulders,deepening the kiss.

James started to kiss Cordelia's neck,he could hear her moan,in delight. They were both completely lost in those feelings.

-James,wait,stop,please!-Cordelia said,panting. She seemed lost.

-What is it? Am i doing something wrong?-James asked,worried.

-If you are doing something wrong? James,i-i-i thought you loved Grace!? This isn't how we should behave at all!-Cordelia said.

Grace? Why she would want to talk about Grace now? She didn't even crossed his mind for a second.

-We are not doing anything wrong Daisy. Grace is engaged to Charles,there is absolutely no reason for me to think about her. And i don't see anything wrong in your behavior,Mrs.Herondale.-James said,smiling.

-What? Mrs.Herondale?-Cordelia asked,incredulous.

-Yes. You are my wife now. You are Cordelia Herondale. Isn't this how a married couple should behave?-James asked.

It took a moment before Cordelia could smile to James as well. Perhaps there was still hope for the love she felt for him.

She was Cordelia Herondale,after all.

-You are absolutely right.-She said,and managed to remove her nightgown,revealing herself to James.

James stared at Cordelia,completely amazed. She was beyond gorgeous,all her curves and shapes,the runes on her skin.

-You are perfect. I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you.-Said James.

Cordelia threw the stele away. They could do that some other time.

-You are so gentle. James. My Jamie.-Cordelia said.

James embraced Cordelia,and layed on top of her in their bed. His hands were exploring everything in her body.

-James,i want to be yours. I have always wanted.-Cordelia said,nearly breathless.

James nodded. He was her husband,and he definitely felt something very strong for Cordelia. If he didn't,they wouldn't be married.

James removed the rest of his clothes,their skins in complete touch now. They were one.

They didn't had to say they loved each other,their actions spoke for themselves,as if shadows and flames were bringing life back to a love that had always existed.

A love that was more than ready to burn completely this time.

#chain of gold #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #the last hours #jordelia #cassandra clare #matthew fairchild #sona carstairs

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babaleshy · 3 years

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Something I May Need to Stop Doing...

I'll be venting in this post, but this is about the desire to move out of a desperate want for change right now even though such a move is not meant to be.

On occasion, I go onto zillow's website and check out houses around Pittsburgh out of curiosity just to see what houses are going for what price in what kind of condition. I've noticed something incredibly enticing: there are some houses going for under $100,000 and are technically livable. It's just got flaking/chipping paint, may need new rugs, and other general clean-ups. The only "major" thing I wanna do to any of these houses falling under this criteria is the fact that I feel more comfortable with a tin roof.

These houses that I find are within city limits, most of these houses I've shown an interest in are close to sidewalks. This means if I were to move into one of these houses, then I'd have a chance to properly commute!

Ah, but why exactly am I making this post? What is it that I'm venting about? And what did I mean earlier when I said "not meant to be?"

Back in 2014 (autumn, specifically), my husband and I had to move out of our apartment in downtown Pittsburgh to my parents' farm in Ohio. Two reasons made us do this: one was the skyrocketing rent prices when HUD sold our building, causing rent to go from $539/mo to $720/mo. My husband worked at a casino, and was making $10/hr, so when rent prices went up like mad, we really began to struggle to survive. The other thing was bedbugs. The building manager laughed at our discomfort and said, "What do you expect me to do about it? Where would everyone go for the building to be treated?" Like, you're a shit manager if you haven't come up with those contingency plans.

Paying $720/mo for a bedbug-infested apartment (bedbugs are fucking hard to get rid of) and living in a constant state of itchy breakout made us decide it was time to move in with my parents. Because we literally could not afford to live anywhere else, and our student loan debt fucked up our credit scores, so we couldn't even get a house (and we were looking for one at the time!).

We used to think living on this farm was temporary until reality set in, that there is absolutely no possible way for us to make it on our own now. My husband has ADHD and anxiety and is still struggling to practice to get his driver's license (it's hard when my dad is a major source of my husband's stress; my dad's an asshole and gets worse by the year), and I'm Autistic, so I can't hold down a regular job, and nothing else is hiring.

In terms of getting a job for me at all, either I'd have to go to school for my special interest for the job (ecology, entomology, and/or paleontology) or I'd rather work in a library.

Welp, college is far too expensive for me to pay out of pocket, and my already existing student loan debt is barring me from getting any sort of financial aid to go back to school at all. As far as the library is concerned? Remember when I said my husband is currently struggling to practice for his license? (He doesn't get much practice because my dad is a stressful asshole that makes my husband have a horrible headache and anxiety after he drives). We have 2 vehicles, one my mom uses to get to work, and the other my dad uses to take my husband to work as well as do errands in like grocery shopping and shit like that.

I can't get a ride.

Can't ride a bicycle, either. It's definitely not safe (I live in America, if you couldn't tell). My parents' farm is deep within one of the back roads with one of the properties on this road being an oil rig. The oil workers drive like assholes, not caring what animal they hit, speeding through here. There are dirtbikes and four-wheelers that speed through here, too. There's no room for 2 vehicles to pass one another, and nothing but pure fucking hill the moment you step off the side of the road. I literally cannot bike here.

But let's pretend I got onto one of the main roads on either end of our road. It's even worse! And STILL no room for bicyclists! This goes for fucking miles until you reach a residential area! Except for a nearby little village-town that has the closest library branch. It's the village my husband grew up in, but there's a lot of sketchy turns, corners, and again, no room for bicycles. This includes main roads.

With all this in mind, I actually considered the possibility of moving to that village, because the village itself is actually safe enough to bike ride in. The problem is: I'm not guaranteed to get a job at the library at all. I tried getting a job as a library clerk at the Carnegie Library in Pittsburgh, got interviewed and everything, and didn't get the job for whatever reason. In fact, I'm not guaranteed a job at all at any library branch, regardless of the neighborhood. So moving to such an area depending on the chance of being hired there is not worth it.

Such a village is actually rather unfriendly, and that goes for a lot of communities here on this side of Ohio. You'd think this was one of the southern states from its people and what flags they fly.

So why not Pittsburgh? Why not move there if we could?

Well, I thought about it. It has all the perks I could expect such as public transportation, somewhat safer bicycling areas to commute to school and work, and more importantly: THINGS TO DO.

Living in the middle of nowhere blows when you want to, on your own without relying on someone to drive you, go and do something, such as buying fabric or art supplies for future projects, or going to the library, or anything, really! Yeah, I do want to garden, but I don't have the means to do that on a damn farm (long, frustrating story that made me stop believing my parents' promises).

Not to mention, I still have friends in Pittsburgh, If I wanna see them, they don't have to drive an hour and 45 minutes (and that's if they have a car) to visit. I got 2 friends here in the area, and they're busy with their work's demanding schedules. When we do hang out, Cards Against Humanity, Uno, and D&D can only do so much until it gets old and boring and you wanna do something else that isn't hanging out at a dead mall. There is truly nothing to do here. Pittsburgh has the museums, libraries, parks, and far more interesting establishments to lurk in.

So again: why not Pittsburgh?

Because that city has changed and is still changing compared to when I was last there. My regular watering hole (The Beehive) is no more. There are neighborhoods being gentrified (meaning I'm not guaranteed to keep my home even if I pay it off). Businesses are closing, meaning people will be losing their jobs, and some of the other places hiring (like libraries) are not guaranteed to hire me, especially when I haven't had a job since 2010.

There's also my cat to consider; she gets stressed at the sound of a lawn-mower (I don't blame her). She wouldn't be able to handle the sounds of the city. Unless we found a place not too close to downtown, such a move is a no-go.

I've daydreamed about living in Pittsburgh again. I'm homesick for Pittsburgh. I've realized only recently that that city was my home. Not this farm, not even the house I grew up in. I felt like a person who didn't have to rely on people for rides and such. It's the only place where I've truly lived on my own and enjoyed it.

I've actually considered moving out of this country and found that even more impossible. No matter which country you pick, no matter what language you learn, not only do you have to pay for your things to be shipped, for your plane ticket for a one-way trip, or whatever you need to become a citizen there, you still have to pay at least $2,000 to revoke your American citizenship or else you will be forced to pay American taxes despite never setting foot on American soil ever again.

Thanks to capitalism, America has made it fucking impossible for the average person to leave for good. If you are born here, you are financially enslaved here unless you're wealthy enough to leave.

So... What's the plan?

Well, for now: not much. The pandemic has set plans back a bit, but my parents have a lien on the house thanks to my private student loans my mom was bullied and forced into co-signing for. She... I guess?... is almost done paying them off? I don't know. My parents don't like communicating need-to-know info with me and then get mad when I don't absorb it through osmosis. Once the lien is taken off the house, mom wants to move north to be near her sister, and she said she'll try finding a farm for sale near Kent State so it'll be an easier commute (be it by bicycle or by car). My intention is to enroll there to be able to get a job as an ecologist (focus in entomology, specializing in arachnology) with a minor in paleontology.

Once I've gotten that all taken care of (as well as my husband going back to school for what he wants), we move to the pacific northwest, mainly just north of Seattle somewhere.

I hate Ohio. I hate running into people I've gone to school with that I try to avoid (more like I see them, but they don't recognize me? At least I hope not?). I hate this place so much. I hate this climate, being near people I don't want just randomly showing the fuck up. And what's the use of living near family when they don't want to bother visiting you? I hate hearing my mom tell me so-and-so that I obviously want nothing to do with told her to tell me they said hi. I'm tired of fearing I'll run into someone that abused me in the past because now they're back in the fucking area again apparently.

I've got my fingers crossed that something is gonna give and college to some level (community college?) will be free for residents or something. It'll give me a chance to go back to school for something close to what I wanna do so I can maybe get a job? Completing something at a community college would at least make it easier for me to get enrolled at a university.

My husband and I picked Seattle (or close to Seattle) for its climate. It's (usually) not blistering hot every goddamn year, and it's not horribly cold thanks to the mountain range (I'm quite cold-intolerant). We both enjoy overcast weather and rain. We'd rather take our chances with volcanoes than earthquakes or hurricanes in areas where these things are guaranteed to happen yet nobody ruling these areas wants to invest in infrastructure that helps stand a chance against them. Seattle also has a nice combination of city and wilderness side-by-side. Not much of that with Pittsburgh.

If I was forced to only move to Pittsburgh and no other city, I wouldn't mind, especially since I'm more familiar with Pittsburgh than I am with anything in my current local area (because I had to travel on foot instead of relying on a car to get to places!). Fuck, my mom wouldn't even let me do anything by myself out of the yard when we lived in the village I grew up in because she was a paranoid fuck and by the time I JUST STARTED gaining independence for having a bike and bicycling to the post office everyday, we moved to this farm.

Oh, this isn't a roof over my head I should be thankful for. My parents got screwed. Our water is full of iron and calcium that no filter can fix, so we constantly have plumbing problems, the post and internet connections are questionable at best, we get ant infestations from 2 species EVERY YEAR, all for a farm my mom wanted for horses she always wanted and eventually got but has little next to no energy to spend the time she wants with them and she refuses to admit her age has a lot to do with it on top of her working so she sits in the living room on THREE DIFFERENT DEVICES sucking up bandwidth to religiously watch every fucking livestream of a country singer she likes (and complains if she's missing it for any reason!), scroll through Facebook, and play a fucking shitty app game!

Our internet out here? The physical equipment is outdated (copper wires instead of fiber-optic cables) because the fucking company doesn't wanna spend the money to upgrade it.

So instead, we're stuck here, with my husband losing his sanity bit by bit by the day at his shitty retail job (every other available job offering would be worse in this area) and I sit here and hope that maybe, JUST MAYBE, I could start gardening soon.

I miss Pittsburgh. I really do. But despite all of its benefits it would give me and my husband if we moved back, I don't think it will happen.

In the off-chance that we don't move north, that my dad's assholery intensifies and he decides to remain here (he has to legally agree to sell this house in order for my mom to move north; dad's reasons keep fucking changing), Pittsburgh is a nice back-up plan. Pitt University actually has the major I'd want to go back to school for, as well as what my husband wants to go back to school for, and we'd already be familiar with the city and what to expect of it. However, we're aiming higher, and hoping to move to the pacific northwest, instead.

But I think to avoid losing my sanity, I should stop daydreaming about a future that may never be.

Fingers crossed!

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mikehen1 · 4 years

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those who make things happen

those who watch things happen

those who wonder what happened

those that don’t know that anything happened!

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We think we see the world as it is.

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Natural laws.

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minksthings-blog · 5 years

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OMEGA

A 10 Minute play

It was the downfall of the company of the Torres' group so the owner have came to a decision.

Mr. Torres called his son, Benjamin, to ask for a favor.

Mr. Torres: You are marrying Mr. Yu's daughter.

Benjamin: What? Why me? I have a girlfriend, you know that.

Mr. Torres: We have no choice, that's the only thing we can do to save our company.

All of his frustrations went out.

Benjamin: This is unbelievable.

Desperately, his father pleaded.

Mr. Torres: You are our only hope, please Son.

He have no choice but to agree.

Benjamin: Okay, okay. I'll do this for you.

Days after, Benjamin talked to his girlfriend, Scarlet, according to this matter.

Sadness was trace through his voice.

Benjamin: I am getting married soon. I don't want this but I have to, for our company to be saved.

She hugged him and cried.

Scarlet: What can I do? That's for the best. You can marry her, but please.. don't leave me.

He hugged her back and patted her shoulder, gave her assurance.

Benjamin: I won't. I will stay with you, but let keep this as secret, okay?

Month passed, the wedding of Olivia Yu and Benjamin Torres was done through West.

Weeks after the wedding, everything went back to normal. Torres' company stand again on its own feet.

Everything went well, but still, Benjamin was not happy with his marriage. He was still seeing Scarlet.

Scarlet was furious and was not able to contain her emotions. He shouted at Benjamin.

Scarlet: 3 years have passed, 3 years of waiting, 3 years of me settling on being a mistress. I don't want this anymore!

Benjamin: Give me more time, we'll be together soon.

Scarlet: How can you guarantee?

She doubted him.

Benjamin: Olivia's sick. She has a stage 3 cancer. She'll die in no time.

Scarlet's face lit up because of what she heard.

Scarlet: Really? So when she dies, we'll be able to be together? Isn't that rude we're waiting for her death?

Benjamin: No, no. It's not that. It is the fate leading us to where we belong.

Everything was going smooth until a news came to Benjamin. It was a bad one but it was good for him. He rushed to Scarlet with the news.

Benjamin: Olivia passed away. Dad just told me.

Scarlet: So, what will happen now?

Benjamin: Let's wait until this issue fades. In that way, we can begin a fresh start.

Scarlet: I'm willing to wait.

The burial of Olivia passed, and the issue faded immediately. After a month of being “single”, he started going out with Scarlet publicly. And because of this, another issue came. His friend and business partner, Alexander Garcia, called him to tell him an important matter.

Alexander: The board just told me that the sales dropped 50% from the previous report.

Benjamin was confused.

Benjamin: How did this happen?

Alexander: The Yu's group pull out all of their shares and the biggest consumers ended getting product from us.

He explained.

Benjamin: I'm on my way at the office, let's talk about this matter.

Benjamin then drove to the office and found Alexander.

Benjamin: Why did this happen? What happened to the consumers?

Alexander: I talked to Mr. Buena and he said that Mr. Yu will end their career if they continue getting products from us. Why is this happening? Is this because of Olivia's death?

Benjamin: I think so, the pre-nup that we discussed included this matter.

Alexander: What are we going to do now? We’re business partners! Of course I don’t want our business to go under.

Benjamin: Let’s see what we can do

Days passed both Benjamin and Alexander wracking their brain for solutions to their problems. Benjamin arrived at a conclusion.

Alexander: You should marry my sister, Margaret.

Benjamin: Huh? Why? You know that I already have someone.

Alexander: Yes, but if you do that we would have a stronger foundation for our business. Our connection would be unshakable. Think about

Benjamin: Okay, give me some time to think about it.

Benjamin went to Scarlet to tell her about the plan.

Scarlet: This already happened before, again, what can I do?

Benjamin: This is the last option we have.

Scarlet: You have me, we can be partners. I own a company too.

Benjamin: I know that, Scarlet, but I don't want to be a burden to you.

Scarlet: Okay, do it. I will wait again. Besides, I'm sure that no marriage will happen.

Benjamin: How do you say so?

Scarlet: You'll always come back to me and that plan? It won't work. I guarantee that.

Benjamin: Thank you for always understanding. I'll make it up to you. I promise.

Benjamin went home with a heavy heart, he was so desperate that he will do everything just to save his business.

He called his friend, Alexander.

Benjamin: I made up my mind..

Alexander: So, what's your decision?

Benjamin: I will marry your sister, but I want it to be in West.

Alexander: Alright, come here and we'll talk about the preparation.

Benjamin: I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Without hesitation, he rushed to Alexander's house and found there, a not-so-beautiful, Margaret.

Alexander: Benjamin, you're here. You and my sister know eachother already. No need for introduction.

In Benjamin's mind, Margaret was still the little sister of Alexander and will always be the girl she treated as little sister as well. This thought made him cringed.

Benjamin: So, what's the plan?

Alexander: You have to be married within a month for we cannot be at the bottom again. You'll be married by the judge and will sign a pre-nup. There are more conditions.

Benjamin: Alright, let's work on that immediately. What are the conditions?

Alexander: We will give 50% of our shares after the wedding, and that, your company shall be entitled to you and my sister.

Benjamin was slowly worrying about their set up and would slowly start thinking about other possible partners, those with power, connection and those whom he liked. While mulling things over in his room one day, an idea came to mind. He called up Scarlet.

Alexander: Hey! I’ve been thinking why don’t WE get married?

Scarlet: Hey hey hey, first thing off the phone and you ask me to marry you?

Alexander: I know, I know but hear me out, I don’t really have to partner up with Benjamin any more since you hold shares of a company on your own.

Scarlet: But won’t that affect your friendship with Benjamin?

Alexander: Yes but, c'mon I’d be with you.

Happiness is traced through her face.

Scarlet: Okay, let's be together.

Scarlet and Benjamin became business partners. They didn't miss a chance to pull the company up. They worked and worked until the company went back to normal.

Months have passed and the preparations for wedding were done. Everything was settled down.

On the day of the wedding, while the bride was waiting at the church, the groom was on his way.

Scarlet was so excited when she saw the car of Benjamin approaching.

When suddenly a big, loud explosion was seen and heard by everyone.

Scarlet hurriedly ran to the explosion, when suddenly a big truck was rushing towards her, and everything turned black.

Noise of ambulance, people screaming for help, was everywhere.

The help came when it was already too late, and only to found out that they were dead.

The day after the incident, they were buried on the same tomb. Believed that they will be together, forever.

The End.

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