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hozukitofu · 11 days

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kkir fic idea 💡 might write it or someone else can adopt this and run with it

i work at an australian magistrate court as a paralegal and kkir (my ninja dads) remind me of the police prosecution vs defence lawyer negotiation throwdowns. kakashi is literally all the weird and eccentric lawyer i've ever met (you need to be weird to be sane) and iruka just acts like all the other very nice but firm prosecutors at court to me

imagine hotshot perpetually late but so so brilliant defence barrister kakashi (mr hatake) negotiating a better outcome for his clients. he's always laid back because he knows he's that good, dresses in the same suit every time, gets away with wearing a facemask in court and literally only ever fixes his terrible posture at the bar table and whilst in court. he tried to ask the magistrate to let him salute the coat of arms (instead of bowing like everyone else) when he first got transferred down to the lowly magistrates' court but got promptly shot down (the compromise was the mask). he was working as a top queen's counsel for the private city law firm then got mysteriously transferred to their regional branch in a 'mentoring role' (a bunch of graduated law students interning actually quit their postgrad studies because he was really harsh and had really arbitrary rules tbh). so my man's in a bad mood ALL THE TIME (literally unprovoked) and has no personal assigned paralegals because no one can stand him. his assigned clerk has the patience of a saint and the tolerance for no bullshit (it's rin) he makes outrageous plea offers with prosecution and it's the best/worst time down at court. he also cross examines like the person at the mic personally wronged him, which isn't great if it is a protected person in a family violence case, or any witness at all, but very eye opening to see

down at court you have the sweetest man ever sergeant umino ('please call me iruka') in the dog box(what we call the prosecution office). he has a law degree (admittedly from a nowhere regional university but he is admitted to practice as a legal practitioner) and way too overqualified for the police force, but he wants to make a difference before going to teach full time or practising law full time. he's nice about everything (printers, legal advice, referrals, talking to anyone) except for paperwork which he is anal about. he wields stamps like weapons and every time an informant is shown to have filled out their paperwork wrong he calls them up directly (how does he even have their direct line?) to chew them out, but super nicely. adjournments, unmentionable dates, requests - don't need to provide reasons, iruka will approve. he not-so-secretly made copies of his police badge so paralegals can print documents off the police printers. he always gets snacks and coffees for court registrars and referral officers. he has bags of lollies for little kids. iruka teaches community service and justice studies for the vocational college nearby. he also has the occasional stint as a university lecturer only for first year law kiddies, and teaches also senior high school legal studies electives. beyond stamps and paperwork, he is the law down to the letter, sometimes to the spirit. if the facts look bad, especially if it is family violence or egregious failure to appear/warrants then he would be a hardass to lawyers. my man however is not opposed to diversion especially if the accused are kids.

so like fanon, kakashi brings outrageous plea offers to the dog box whenever iruka is in -- 'can you withdraw [most serious charge]' 'you can't prove that she was fearing for her life' 'he's never had a criminal record so can't you give him a slap on the wrist and send him a bond?' iruka shuts that shit down every time. he has a case of bleeding heart-itis so occasionally they CAN collaborate to help truly at risk offenders to reorient their lives. kakashi complains that iruka agreeing without a yelling match feels worthless but deep down he doesn't mind when iruka isn't in full hate mode AT him. kakashi thought that iruka would be all snobbish because police prosecutors who hold law degrees tend to act like they're better than everyone else but iruka is overall down-to-earth, hi-i'm-here-to-help. can't push him around though, but he's all about the learning experience so he encourages postgrad law kids and volunteers to have a go at him. for the real thing, defence lawyers groan good-naturedly when they hear he's in the dog box. kakashi seems to be the only who delights in riling him up, but in the rare instance that everyone agrees BUT the magistrate says otherwise and hands down a harsher sentence, he would be handing up paperwork for a contest hearing SO FAST kakashi wouldn't have time to consult with the client. there's a deal between him and kakashi for a stack of signs form 11As can be dealt out when absolutely needed. despite going at each other's throats on the clock, sooo many people have seen them getting lunch together or just talking about their mutual student naruto.

in this universe naruto did not complete high school, went through to vocational studies, took a pathway to uni instead. somehow he, sakura and sasuke end up at the same law firm (naruto is a bit older than the other two but acts precisely like a teenage eshay ALL THE TIME). why does he want to practise criminal law? because it looks cool and he wants to make the bar. his mum is a judge and his dad is a speaker of the senate/cabinet member so... it runs in the family. sasuke is following alongside the traditional asian career choice: doctor, lawyer or engineer. my man hates maths with a passion so lawyer it is. i know it's weird that sakura would be doing a law degree knowing she could be doing a med degree but hear me out: i met and know and am friends with girls who studied double degree law/biomed, finish their law degree, said fuck it I'll be a lawyer what's so bad, otherwise i can come back, and now making big massive bucks. though i imagine sakura will specialise in personal injury cases as well as mental health tribunals, then might go back to university for her med degree. she will be that cousin who lived 6 lives already - was a doctor and a lawyer and your mother would not stop comparing you to her. she needs a bit of instinct training but her academics are spotless. sasuke is ruthless but can't connect with clients. naruto maybe brash and loud but he plays on people's heartstrings like a conductor when presenting a bail app or plea. everything is the way it is so that iruka can move naruto's admission to become a lawyer when he applies for admission at the supreme court

anyways iruka will retire from police work to teach full time, maybe sign on to work for a community legal centre to appear for bail apps for remanded offenders picked up in the cells. he accidentally yelled at kakashi one day to go out and kakashi thought it was too funny to not go along with. now they raise 8 dogs, 3 full grown adults and all of iruka's students together. they fight about everything, but might slip into really formal legalese (passover aggressive fuck-you) when they're being annoying or really pissed off. naruto sometimes has to adjudicate these fights and he can't stop being scared for his LIFE.

kakashi: your honour, my learned colleague here had erred in his submission that i had, conclusively, not promised such things

iruka immediately pulling out receipts: your honour, may i submit evidence contradicting otherwise

(they were fighting about whose turn it is to do the dishes. there were only oral agreements in place but once you're both lawyers you just get used to writing everything down and signing to bring up in an argument later)

(iruka also cross examines kakashi for funsies, but they mainly shelf this for when arguments are bad and they need to pull out the big guns)

anyways if anyone ends up writing this please tag me

#naruto #naruto shippuden #kakashi hatake #iruka umino #lawyers AU #fic idea #lawyers AND police prosecutor AU #kakairu #kkir #kkiru #pulled from multiple real life sources #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #team 7 #sakura haruno #genin as grad law students

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river-taxbird · 7 months

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There is no such thing as AI.

How to help the non technical and less online people in your life navigate the latest techbro grift.

I've seen other people say stuff to this effect but it's worth reiterating. Today in class, my professor was talking about a news article where a celebrity's likeness was used in an ai image without their permission. Then she mentioned a guest lecture about how AI is going to help finance professionals. Then I pointed out, those two things aren't really related.

The term AI is being used to obfuscate details about multiple semi-related technologies.

Traditionally in sci-fi, AI means artificial general intelligence like Data from star trek, or the terminator. This, I shouldn't need to say, doesn't exist. Techbros use the term AI to trick investors into funding their projects. It's largely a grift.

What is the term AI being used to obfuscate?

If you want to help the less online and less tech literate people in your life navigate the hype around AI, the best way to do it is to encourage them to change their language around AI topics.

By calling these technologies what they really are, and encouraging the people around us to know the real names, we can help lift the veil, kill the hype, and keep people safe from scams. Here are some starting points, which I am just pulling from Wikipedia. I'd highly encourage you to do your own research.

Machine learning (ML): is an umbrella term for solving problems for which development of algorithms by human programmers would be cost-prohibitive, and instead the problems are solved by helping machines "discover" their "own" algorithms, without needing to be explicitly told what to do by any human-developed algorithms. (This is the basis of most technologically people call AI)

Language model: (LM or LLM) is a probabilistic model of a natural language that can generate probabilities of a series of words, based on text corpora in one or multiple languages it was trained on. (This would be your ChatGPT.)

Generative adversarial network (GAN): is a class of machine learning framework and a prominent framework for approaching generative AI. In a GAN, two neural networks contest with each other in the form of a zero-sum game, where one agent's gain is another agent's loss. (This is the source of some AI images and deepfakes.)

Diffusion Models: Models that generate the probability distribution of a given dataset. In image generation, a neural network is trained to denoise images with added gaussian noise by learning to remove the noise. After the training is complete, it can then be used for image generation by starting with a random noise image and denoise that. (This is the more common technology behind AI images, including Dall-E and Stable Diffusion. I added this one to the post after as it was brought to my attention it is now more common than GANs.)

I know these terms are more technical, but they are also more accurate, and they can easily be explained in a way non-technical people can understand. The grifters are using language to give this technology its power, so we can use language to take it's power away and let people see it for what it really is.

#ai #scams #language #semiotics #machine learning

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shoomlah · 1 year

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how do you consistently draw the same character without it looking weird or off every different time?? also how do i coordinate faces, i always make the eyes too far apart or too big or too small or make the mouth too close to the nose or chin edge. If you have any advice I'd really appreciate it since it looks like you have your art shit figured out 🙏

Oh man SO so much of it is just practice, and you're not alone! I honestly think everyone struggles with a sort of "generification" of their characters' features the more they draw them, even seasoned professionals. There's a tendency to just sort of average everything out into an unrecognizable mush over time, and it takes a lot of conscious effort to push back against that.

Here are a couple tips and tricks that I've found to be helpful over the years:

Make turnarounds and model sheets. There's a reason animation/game studios do this, and it is because we are all still bad at drawing a consistent face. Despite being gainfully employed. What are we, graphic novelists?? We wish. Anyway it's a great way to familiarize yourself with your character's face from multiple angles, and it gives you a single source of truth to return to anytime you need a refresher:

Gather real-life reference. Anytime I'm designing a character I'm pulling together a ton of reference of actual people who look, to some degree, like the character in my head. It's always a collection of analogues, never just a single person, but it can be a great cheat sheet for understanding how your character might move, emote, etc:

Make a 3D model. I know it seems daunting, but with the advent of programs like Blender and Nomad Sculpt it's becoming remarkably more accessible. Heck, even James Gurney was sculpting maquettes out of clay for Dinotopia back in the day! It doesn't have to be particularly detailed—just a sort of proportionate lump will do—but it's another great way to have dynamic reference that you can rotate and light accordingly:

Practice, practice, practice. Make expression sheets for your character! Either right there on the spot, just start drawin' expressions, or you can slowly collect drawings of your character that you like, as you draw them, and compile them all in one place for your own reference. Need to draw your character's head from a weird angle? Maybe you've already drawn it before and you can copy your own homework! Doesn't count as stealing when the call's coming from inside the house 😎

I'd love to pretend there's a magical point where you can just immediately rotate your character's head in your brain like some sort of photorealistic apple in a twitter meme, but a lot of the time it's reference, hard work, and whole lotta repetition. 😐👍🏼

#ask #noodle-soupz #advice #art advice #tutorial #character design

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starkwlkr · 2 months

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celebrity skin | cillian murphy

barbenheimer series

‘Is Hollywood done with Y/n?’

‘Y/n L/n, the girl failure’

That’s what the articles published on their front page. Recently, Y/n had refused to do a big budget film for a legendary director claiming that she wanted to take a break from the world of acting. Her and Cillian were looking to buy a house in Ireland so she was busy looking at listings and calling multiple real estate agents.

The director ended up calling her a bitch over the phone. He had insulted her over and over, stating that she would regret her decision.

After a source told multiple magazines about the situation only the ‘source’ didn’t tell the full story, the media started calling her annoying, selfish, dumb blonde, and the one that stuck the most, a bitch.

Cillian was not having it. Instead of going to his audition for a new series, he stayed home with her. He didn’t want her to be alone, especially at a time where the media and ‘fans’ were turning their backs on her.

“You don’t have to stay with me.” Y/n sighed as she snuggled up to Cillian. They were currently in London since Cillian had gotten an audition for a BBC series. He called the casting director and canceled, which made Y/n mad. Why wouldn’t she be? He had talked about the audition for months and now he canceled?!

“I want to.” He replied, giving her a kiss to the side of her head. “You haven’t eaten anything. I can make you pancakes, I know how much you love breakfast for dinner.”

“I’ll eat in a bit. I think I want to take a nap.” She said.

Cillian had noticed how she’s been taking naps all week. Sometimes she wouldn’t even come out of her room and all she ate was granola bars and orange juice.

“I want you to know that I’m with you every step of the way. Those articles? They’re wrong. Fuck those articles. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you so much.” Cillian admitted.

Y/n could feel a tear roll down her cheek. Sometimes all she wanted to do was run away with Cillian to whatever country and live their lives in a nice house.

“You’re a jerk, you know that. . I wasn’t planning on crying today. But I love you too.” Y/n laughed as Cillian pulled her in for a kiss. “I wish we could leave this place and go to one of those cottage houses in the countryside. That’s always been a dream of mine.”

“That sounds nice. Why don’t you pack your bag and I’ll buy our tickets and we can leave tomorrow.” Cillian said.

“What?” Y/n asked confused.

“I saw you looking at this cottage the other day on your laptop. I bought it two days ago and I payed my mum to buy us some nice furniture and food so by the time we get there it’ll be okay for us to stay there for a while. So go pack and I’ll arrange our flight. You and I are leaving all this behind for the next few days. No work, no fancy dresses or premieres to attend. Just us and our new home.” He explained.

“You’re full of surprises, my love.”

TIME SKIP

OCTOBER

It had been a few months since Y/n and Cillian left their life in London and stayed in their new cottage in the countryside. She loved it there. No paparazzi or pushy fans to bother her or Cillian. It was paradise for her. Eventually the casting director for Peaky Blinders offered the role of Tommy Shelby to Cillian since last time Cillian was going to audition he had called to cancel. The casting director desperately wanted him to portray the protagonist of the new BBC series.

Y/n encouraged Cillian to take the role. She was fine with staying in their cottage after all she had made new friends with the women that lived nearby. So Cillian flew back to London to film and Y/n stayed behind. She had picked up new hobbies, fixed some stuff that needed fixing like the guest room and even started working on her garden.

Soon, Cillian had finished filming and made it back home to Y/n just in time for her birthday. Even though it was her day, Y/n insisted on making dinner herself. She decided to cook a comfort food of hers, chicken alfredo.

Cillian watched as she set a plate full of pasta and chicken in front of him then placed hers on her placemat. “I should be cooking for you.” Cillian said, grabbing his fork and beginning to eat.

“If the birthday girl wants to cook then let her.” Y/n stated then began to eat. “How was filming? I saw some pictures on twitter of you on set and I have mixed feelings about the haircut.”

“You don’t like it? Be honest. I don’t like it.” Cillian admitted.

“Well it took some time to get used to it, but I kind of like it now. I don’t know, you look hot either way.” Y/n smirked.

“Then I guess I’ll have to thank the hair department.”

Soon, both plates of food were forgotten as the two lovers made their way to their bedroom, pieces of clothing scattered around. It had been months and both Cillian and Y/n were counting down the days until they say each other again. Months without a single kiss or the feeling of skin on skin. What a way to end your birthday . . .

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beskarandblasters · 2 months

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Was it all a dream?

Chapter Seven: Somewhere I go when I need to remember your face

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Series summary: You’ve always had vivid dreams, an escape from your monotonous life. But one night, something appears in your dreams that keeps reoccurring; a pair of brown eyes. -Or- Two people, in completely different parts of the galaxy, find each other in their dreams and try to make sense of the strange connection they share.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), switches between Reader and Din’s POV, story takes place in the dream realm and the real world, takes place somewhere between the end of season two/Book of Boba Fett/beginning + middle of season three, eventual smut, line between reality and dreams gets blurred, use of Mando’a words and phrases, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You accept help from an unlikely source to get off of Sullust. Din goes to Tatooine to look for you.

Word count: 4.6k

Chapter warnings: canon typical violence, descriptions of a minor injury (not the reader's), mentions of food/eating

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

Din

After he spends an embarrassingly long amount of time sniffing your panties and stroking his cock, he gets out of his bunk and replaces his helmet on his head. Repetitive beeps come from the cockpit, letting him know a transmission is waiting for him. Once he climbs the ladders and settles in the pilot’s seat, he notices that there are multiple transmissions, all unplayed and from three rotations ago.

…How long was he asleep? How is that even possible?

He shakes his head and tries not to fixate on what this could mean, setting a course for Tatooine. Another lead that could possibly bring you to him, if you’re really there.

You

Three rotations have passed for you, too. The date on your data-pad catches your eye when you roll over in bed and pull it off your nightstand. And now you’re wondering what happened. But your questions only skyrocket when you look in your bag and find that all of the blaster parts are mysteriously there. All you need to do now is just build the blaster and figure out how to get off this planet.

For once you get ready for work early, making a stop at the library to search for the desert planet from last night’s dream. The binary sunset is burned into the back of your mind.

But after a couple of searches, you find out that the planet is Tatooine, located in the Outer Rim just like Sullust. Din said he’d been there before, to a planet located in the same region of the galaxy as you.

You can do this. You can make it to Tatooine and find Din.

As you walk to the shuttle you think about how you won’t have to be here much longer. You’ll finally be exploring the galaxy, traveling through space, feeling the sun on your skin, interacting with other humans and ultimately finding your love. You arrived at the perfect time, getting a shuttle car to yourself. Until Shoan gets on the same one, approaching you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“What do you want?” you say, not looking at him.

“I just have a question for you.”

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips and your shoulders slump, bracing yourself for whatever stupidity is about to come out of his mouth.

“What is it?”

“What are you doing with all those parts?”

“How do you know about that?!” you ask, snapping your gaze towards him.

“I’m very observant,” he shrugs.

“So now what? Are you gonna blackmail me? Or turn me in?”

“Neither,” he says, towering over you. His eyes are so blue, so piercing that it makes you uncomfortable. It’s hard to make eye contact for too long.

“Then what is it?” As the shuttle doors close, you fold your arms and look at the floor again.

“What’s your plan? Are you trying to rob someone? Plan an escape?”

“...Maybe the latter.”

“Let me make a deal with you.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

“Uh, I won’t turn you in.”

“...What’s it in for you?”

“Take me with you.”

“Huh? You don’t even know where I’m going.”

“I don’t care. I’ll go anywhere. I just need to get off of Sullust.”

“Why do you want to leave?”

“Same reasons as you I’m sure. You want to see other places, meet other humans, right? Maybe see what grass is like or see a desert or something. Something other than caves and tunnels.”

“You’re not too far off. But I’m fine on my own, thanks.”

“Oh, so I take it you know how to fly Opu-Yachts.”

“No… Do you?”

“I’ve worked on the control panels for them.”

You didn’t exactly expect your plan to include Shoan of all people but he does make a good point. You don’t know how to fly those ships. You just sort of hoped there would be a droid who could pilot the ship for you when it was time to escape. But this is better you suppose…

“Fine,” you sigh, “But where I’m going there’s no grass.”

“Where?”

“Tatooine.”

“Fine by me.”

“Okay… When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow. But we should leave before our shift starts. It’ll give us a head start before they come after us.”

“Okay,” you nod, “I’ll meet you at the station tomorrow morning. Two hours before our shift starts?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says with a salute, getting off the shuttle when it stops.

The plan has metamorphosed before your eyes.

Tonight in your dream you’re going to tell Din about your plan to escape to Tatooine, hoping he’ll be able to meet you there. Your blaster is constructed and you’re tempted to test it out now but you’re worried the noise will raise concern with your neighbors. You hope it’ll work the next morning or else this plan is ill-fated, all for you to fail.

As you get ready for bed you pack what you can take with you in your bag– your dream journal, a change of clothes, a first aid kid, and a few rations. Before you climb into bed you take a look around your room, as if you’re saying goodbye to the place you called home for so long. You won't miss it.

Drifting off to sleep you think about being in Din’s arms, in real life for once.

You’re by the ocean this time, wet sand under your feet and the wind brushing against your skin. The sky above is bright blue with pale pink clouds spread across, touched by the sun starting to set in the distance. It’s peaceful here like all the dreams have been.

“Ner vercopa,” Din says behind you.

You turn to face him, opening your mouth to cut to the chase already. But before you can say a single word you wake up with a gasp. It’s your bedroom again.

You were barely asleep. How can the dream be over already? You roll over in bed, trying desperately to fall asleep again, but it’s no use. You’re wide awake, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’re too focused on the escape plan tomorrow to fall asleep it seems.

Din

One moment you were there and the next you were gone. It’s not fair. You were just about to say something. And now he’s stuck here, enjoying this beautiful place without you.

At least when he wakes up he’ll be landing on Tatooine, looking for you.

And that’s what he expects to do when he arrives, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

You

With barely any sleep and anger harboring in your veins you get ready to meet Shoan, leaving your home without looking back.

He’s waiting for you at the station, bright and early with his bag packed. It’s now or never.

“Follow my lead,” he whispers when you step onto the shuttle, “I know where the ships are docked.”

This shuttle is packed. A lot more eyes around than what you’re comfortable with. Hopefully, no one notices you and Shoan diverging from the group. Once the shuttle comes to a stop he leads the way, following the crowd until he hangs a hard right down a long metal hallway.

“Watch my back,” he says. You pull your blaster from your bag, wincing in anticipation of shouts from someone following you. But so far you’re in the clear. He takes a left, leading you down another hallway until you’re at an elevator.

“Docking yards on the roof,” he says, pressing the button, “Be prepared. This area is heavily guarded and we need to be fast. Got it?”

You nod, already feeling your legs turn to jelly underneath you. The adrenaline surges through your body and the hair on your arms stands on its end.

You can do this, you tell yourself.

Stranger things have happened. Your strange connection with Din and the unlikely ally by your side has shown you that. Even if you don’t find Din, the shot at freedom and exploration is worth all of this alone.

The elevator stops at your floor with a ding, opening the doors to reveal two Sullustan employees. They clock you right way, “Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be-”

But without thinking you shoot them and Shoan looks at you like you’re crazy. They sink to the floor and you step inside with him following behind you, pressing the button for the roof.

He turns and looks at you with the same wild expression in his eye, prompting you to say, “What? I built this so I could use it,” with a shrug.

“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckles as the elevator moves up.

“Did you think this plan was going to happen without a few casualties?”

“No. I just didn’t think you actually had it in you.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you say, right when the elevator stops at the roof. The end is near.

The ding of the elevator draws eyes to you, a hoard of Sullustans immediately swarming you as you step off the elevator. Shoan points to a gold ship at the end of the docking yard, grabbing your arm and sprinting while you go trigger-happy, shooting in all directions. Sullustans collapse all around you but you’re not going anywhere without something going wrong. A rogue blast from one of the Sullustans hits Shoan in the calf, causing him to fall and almost bring him down with you.

“Come on. Get up,” you say, pulling him off the floor.

“I can’t move my leg!”

“We’ll fix it when we get on the ship. Come on! We’re close to the end.”

You help him up, handing him the blaster to shoot while you lead the way to the ship, all while holding him upright. This feels like a suicide mission and you’re wondering if it was worth it at all, to die in the place you work, to never dream or see Din again. You could’ve lived out your days contentedly, working at the factory and exploring the dream realm at night with Din by your side. Why did your naivety lead you to think you could actually pull this off? You’re barely going to get out of here alive even with Shoan’s help. And your overconfident self thought you could do this on your own up until yesterday.

No. Don’t let them win. You can make it. You’re so close to the edge.

You make it to the Opu-Yacht, hastily pushing buttons to open the door, dragging Shoan inside, and sealing the entrance shut. He hobbles over to the pilot’s seat, preparing for takeoff. You race to one of the passenger’s seats, buckling up and feeling like you’re going to be sick from the nerves.

And then you’re off the ground, flying out of the docking yard and just making it past the gate that’s closing slowly. He puts the ship into high gear, speeding towards space with Sullust getting smaller and smaller beneath you. You did it. You made it off the planet.

Once the vastness of space is around you Shoan makes the jump to lightspeed, leaning back in his chair and sighing when you make it, the swirly blue lights illuminating the cockpit.

“We did it,” he says, groaning as he moves his leg.

“Did you think we weren’t going to?” you say, reaching for your bag.

“For a second there… no,” he admits, groaning again.

“I have a first aid kit,” you say, grabbing bacta spray and gauze.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and sink to the floor, spraying the singed wound on his calf and wrapping it with gauze.

“Thank you…” he says awkwardly, like he’s realizing that even after he’s been so terrible to you here you are tending to his wound.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, moving off the floor and sitting back in your seat, “Where did you set a course to?”

“Kriff, I don’t even know. I just wanted to get out of there,” he says, looking at the control panel.

After looking at the map and the coordinates he’s locked on he says, “Naboo, but don’t worry. It’s on the way to Tatooine. It might be worth it to try and ditch this ship since they’ll be tracking this one.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes.

It’s a step in the right direction and another planet you’ll get to see. One step closer to finding Din.

Din

A few rotations have passed since Din last saw you and a lot has happened since then. Din reunited with Grogu in Mos Espa and he helped Boba Fett deal with the Pykes. After that, he took some time to ask around about you but no one there has heard of you of course. Granted he only got a chance to search Mos Espa but now that Grogu is back, he remembered what he was supposed to do during his absence; redeem himself.

There’s no way she’s here. She mentioned living underground, never seeing the sun. This is pointless, he tells himself.

He hasn’t seen you in his dreams lately either and that worries him. Where are you? What have you been doing? How can this connection just appear out of nowhere and disappear within an instant? Did you wake up? But even then, you have to sleep eventually. Do you have some sort of control over your dreams that he doesn’t? But why would you want to dream without him there? Did the last dream leave a bad taste in your mouth? No, that doesn’t make sense. Nothing happened in that dream. One moment you were there and the next you were gone.

He’s in his own head, on the verge of spiraling out of control. But it’s not just him anymore. He has Grogu to worry about and after being away from each other for so long Din thinks he just should focus on him. This is what he’s wanted for a long time and he’s not going to let his anxieties ruin it for him.

And with that, he convinces himself to leave as hard as it is. He’ll find you but unfortunately for now it’s not meant to be. You’ll meet again, regardless if it’s in his dreams or real life. Or at least that he tells himself to prevent from going insane.

You

Traveling through space is harder than you thought. You can’t tell if this is how it’s supposed to be or if Shoan’s just a bad pilot. You’re nauseous, sick to your stomach. It’s hard to keep your eyes open for longer than a few minutes at a time. And even then you can’t fall asleep. The lack of sleep is just making you feel sicker but it’s also giving you Din withdrawals. It makes you wonder about him. Is he wondering where you are? Is he missing you? Is he continuing with his life like everything’s fine? There’s no way. He can’t just be fine without your presence. He loves you and if he’s anything like you, he’s sick with longing in your absence.

After what feels like lightyears, Shoan lands on Naboo, docking near the outskirts of the capital city, Theed. It’s mid-day here, broad daylight. If you’re going to steal another ship you’ll have to wait until nightfall, when you can hide under the cover of darkness.

“How are you holding up?” Shoan says, turning to face you.

“How are you holding up?” you ask, gesturing to his leg.

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s basically healed now. But you, on the other hand, look like shit.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I didn’t sleep that great.”

“You didn’t sleep at all.”

“Either you’re a bad pilot or I’m just not used to space travel yet.”

“Probably a bit of both,” he deadpans, standing up and stretching.

“So what now?”

“Head into town, find some food, wait around until nighttime to steal a ship, and head to Tatooine.”

He walks to the door at the back of the ship, looking at you expectantly like he’s waiting for you to join him.

“You’re coming, right? Can’t expect me to steal all this food myself.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” you sigh, standing up and stretching, too.

“That’s the spirit. I need a pro klepto to help me with this.”

“Haha. Funny,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“You’re pretty good at stealing,” he says, walking outside, “I’m serious. I was the only one who noticed.”

You grab your bag and follow him, leaning against the gold metal ship as he seals it shut.

“I think you mean not good enough. Look where it got me. Now I’m stuck with you.”

“You mean you’re blessed with me. Without me who knows how far you would’ve gotten.”

“Uh huh,” you respond, following him into Theed. You can’t believe you’re here, somewhere other than Sullust. On a planet teeming with life. On a planet where you can actually breathe fresh air. Just not with the person you want.

Oh well, at least it’s a step closer to finding Din.

As you walk into Theed you pass a docking yard filled with all sorts of ships.

“Look,” you say, nudging Shoan, “Should we try in there tonight?”

He stops and looks at the docking yard, placing a hand on his hip.

“It could work. Let’s just hope it’s still just as packed tonight. More ships to choose from.”

He continues and you follow him, taking in all of the sights. Being here on Naboo is like sensory overload. It’s so much more real than your dreams, of course. And your eyes can’t pick a place to focus on. The nature, the buildings, the sky, the people. It’s all too much.

“You alright?” Shoan asks.

“What? I’m fine.”

“You look like you’re tweaking out.”

“Well this,” you say, gesturing to your surroundings as you walk through Theed, “This is a little overwhelming, no?”

“I guess,” he shrugs, “You’ve never been off planet before?”

“No… You have?”

“When I was a kid. I wasn’t always from Sullust.”

“Lucky you.”

Before he can continue you point out a marketplace in the distance, not unlike the one you saw in your dream where you first saw Din.

“Look. Maybe we can get food there?”

“Work your magic, klepto.”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes, “But you better be a good distraction.”

“Deal.”

You walk towards the marketplace holding your head high, acting like you belong here, like you know how to behave in a place like this. Shoan leads you to a stand selling bread. He chats up the owner so his back is to his own stand, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab a couple of loaves without him looking.

You creep your hand into the display of bread, fingers ghosting over a loaf before swiping it away quickly. And repeat. Two loaves in the bag no problem. The owner didn’t notice, too enthralled in Shoan’s fake performance as an overly friendly customer. You glance at your surroundings and it seems no one else noticed you stealing either. Maybe you do have a knack for this.

You walk away, letting Shoan continue his charade while you stake out what stand to hit up next. Across the marketplace is a produce stand; you’re next target. You turn back and look at Shoan, searching for his gaze. His eyes meet yours and you jerk your head towards the produce stand.

He catches your drift, giving you a small nod before bidding goodbye to the owner at the bread stand. Waiting for him in the center of the bustling marketplace has you replaying every moment in your head that has led up to this. All the ominous dreams and the tough choices led you here, feeling the sun on your face and the wind on your skin. Breathing fresh air for once. It's overwhelming— all of the sounds, the smells, the people. You’ve never been surrounded by so many humans in your life. You’re self-conscious of your words, your mannerisms. It makes you wonder how Shoan is so good at this. He was able to talk to that guy like they had known each other for yours. It makes you want to try and do what he did, swindling some poor innocent soul while he steals. You look at him with hopeful eyes as comes up to you, shooting you a puzzling glance.

“What is it?”

“Can I try that?”

“Try what?”

“The talking part.”

“Oh…” he trails off like he’s finding the right words to say so he doesn’t hurt your feelings, “Maybe when we get to Tatooine.”

“Oh… Okay.”

“I just don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention to us, not while we’re trying to steal a ship in the process.”

“You’re right.”

“I’m not trying to be mean,” he says quickly.

“No, I know you’re not,” you say, regretting mentioning it at all.

He leads the way to the produce stand and you avert your gaze to the stone-covered street, hiding the hurt on your face. Your chest is heavy, embarrassed from putting yourself out there, for thinking that was something you could actually do. Maybe you’re not normal. Maybe you’re still the strange kid from a weird planet, left to your own devices.

You blink back tears, not letting them spill over before telling yourself no.

You’ve been around Sullustans your whole life, never meeting more than a handful of humans in your lifetime. And even still it was you who decided to get off Sullust. It was you who stole the blaster parts. It was you who was brave enough to leave the place you called home for so long.

You’re doing great and you should be proud of yourself.

Everything happens so fast, from stealing a few fruits and vegetables to fleeing the marketplace before anyone notices you to sitting in a field with Shoan, silently eating your food as you watch the wind shake the blades of grass around you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings back there,” he says, handing you a piece of fruit.

“You’re fine. I get why you told me no. I don’t want to jeopardize getting to Tatooine,” you respond, taking the fruit and meeting his gaze.

He cocks his head to the side and asks, “Why Tatooine? You never told me.”

You look away, glancing at the horizon line. If you tell him the truth you’ll just sound crazy. He won’t get it. If you tried to tell this scenario to anyone they wouldn’t get it.

But you tell him anyway.

“You’re not going to believe me,” you start, looking over at him.

“...Okay.”

“And frankly, if you don’t want to go to Tatooine with me you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

“Whoa. Whoa. Easy now. I just asked a question,” he says, putting his hands in the air as a playful defense.

“...I started seeing someone in my dreams. And the last time I saw him we were on Tatooine. He said he recognized that planet so I figured I’d start there,” you say, looking at the fruit in your hands.

He’s silent and you can feel his gaze studying you. You expect him to judge you, to call you stupid.

He doesn’t.

“I get it but I don’t.”

“What do you-”

“I never remember my dreams but I also don’t think it would take a lot to want to get off Sullust.”

“Right.”

“Whether he’s real or just a dream, I’d say it’s worth it.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For not judging me.”

“No problem,” he says, leaning back and lying down in the grass. He folds his arms and places them behind his head, closing his eyes under the blazing sun.

“Don’t mention it.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Wait until the sun sets,” he says.

You lie down in the grass, too, feeling like you’re a step closer to bliss. You think about Din and what it would be like if he were here, lying beside you under the sun. You’ll get there soon enough.

After a small afternoon nap, the sun is starting to set, and the air chills. Goosebumps prick your skin as you startle awake, greeted by the nighttime air and the dark sky. It’s time to go.

Part of you is sad to leave this planet so soon but who’s to say that when you find Din you can’t come here again? When you’re together you’ll be able to travel the galaxy side by side, seeing everything it has to offer. You can hardly wait.

Shoan is sitting up, reaching around to gather all your things and any leftover food.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” you respond, sitting up and stretching. A shiver runs down your spine, either from the chilly air or the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You can do this.

You walk towards the docking yard you passed earlier, holding your head. You’re hoping and praying that no one spots you, that you’ll miraculously find a ship that’s unlocked. Shoan leads you up and down the aisles of various ships, searching for the best one to take. Nothing too big. But a lot of them are single-pilot ships and that won’t do.

A few people are loitering around the docking yard, looking at you two with shifty eyes. You do your best to look away, to mind your business. But you can’t shake the feeling you’re being watched, feeling as if their eyes are watching your every move. You don’t dare look over your shoulder and find out. The best thing you can do is look unsuspecting, keeping a low profile.

After trying to gain access to a few ships and failing, Shoan tries one more. This one is a bit bigger than you would prefer. It’s silver, glimmering under the moonlight. Judging by the size it holds a decent amount of people. Maybe ten. Maybe a dozen.

You’re starting to lose hope. Stealing a ship that wasn’t manufactured by your employer is harder than you thought. So close yet so far away from finding Din. Stuck on a planet you’re not even sure he’s been to. And not to mention the fact that you haven’t seen him in the dream world for quite some time. How does this all work? Can you only find him in your dreams when you’re on Sullust? That doesn’t even make sense.

But to your utter surprise, Shoan gets inside, holding out his hand to help you in. This is much nicer than the Opu-Yacht you stole on Sullust. Still just as flashy if not more.

You need to get off this planet before someone notices you. Now.

Shoan takes his place in one of the pilot’s seats and you opt for one of the passengers, anxiously strapping in while he figures out the control panel.

“...Can you fly it?”

“Well, it’s the only one we were able to get into. So one way or another yeah, I will.”

He sits there scratching the stubble on his chin, anxiously fiddling with the control panel and pressing random buttons. But nothing’s working.

Kriff, you’re doomed. Someone is going to catch you. And you’ll never get off this planet. You’ll never see Din.

By some stroke of luck, the ship is taking off just before you break out in hives and a panicking sweat. You fully expected some stranger to barge in before you could leave, screaming at you for trying to steal their ship.

For once, you’re winning, greeted by the familiar vastness of space. Everything’s so still around you, a contrast to the panic you’re still feeling. But you can rest easy and hopefully try to sleep, knowing that you’re ahead and on the right track…

For now.

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luvmyoui · 9 months

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gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

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a/n: GUYS IM SORRY, I MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER BUT I LOST TRACK OF TIME PLS FORGIVE ME😞😞

the constant buzzing of your phone roused you from your slumber, you tried to ignore it but the buzzing hadn’t gone away like it usually would. with a huff you sat up and received the call without checking the caller.

“what?!” you said annoyance clear in your tone.

“check twitter, right now!” camila’s stressed out voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone.

“okay, okay, gosh what terrible thing happen-” you fell silent when the twitter app loaded on and displayed a linked article stating a question along with a picture.

SIXTH HARMONY’S Y/N L/N HAS A DAUGHTER?

the article went on to explain how an anonymous source had sent a picture of the ‘happy birthday isla’ banner that hung behind you, you were squatted on the floor with isla’s cheek squished into yours. seeing the picture you immediately recognized it as one that was definitely taken the day before. you could only curse yourself for letting that man help bring that package into your home and forgetting to close the door. apparently there had been paparazzi waiting outside of your house and took pictures of the decorations while your door was open.

“y/n? you good?” camila's worried voice pulled you out of your regretful thoughts.

“y-yeah, just shocked. the thought of this happening never even crossed my mind.” you said, still in disbelief that this could’ve happened.

“look at the comments though, we can go along with them and lie.” hearing this, with curiosity you scrolled down to see the replies to the tweet.

REPLIES:

sixtharmony4ever: why can't you people just mind your own business omg, leave my girls alone!!!

camilasolostan: wtf??? was y/n a teen mom?! iloveyn: so what if she was, its her life not yours.

laurenmll: why are you idiots acting like she can't have nieces😭😭 user872349: are you stupid, she doesn't have any siblings💀💀 laurenmll: are you? you're acting like she cant have any cousins☠️ laursss: girl lets be real, thats 100% y/ns kid camziezz: literally, cuzns arent twins💀💀

sixthharmonizerrr: these paparazzis seriously need to get a life and let celebs live theirs.

twice4lifee: guys why does that baby look exactly like mina😰😰minaluvzme: IM SAYINN once4ever: NEW SHIP???

minariii: *image attached* cannot tell me they are not the same person, literally give that kid a haircut and its mina.

lovey/nnn: why does the baby look like that one girl from that kpop group?!

harmonizeronce: does mina have a secret brother? twcmina: she literally said in multiple interviews she was an only child. harmonizeronce: thats why i said secret smartass.

seeing people defending you brought a smile to your face, you loved your fans. though you couldn't help the anxiety creep up your spine, what if they found out about mina. rather than worrying for yourself, you worried for mina, it might break her career if it's found out that she has a kid. you knew that the kpop industry was much less forgiving when it came to things like this. feeling another buzz in your hand caused you to look at the incoming call from your manager larry.

“mila, larry’s calling so i’ll hang up now okay?” hearing a ‘kay’ from camila you hung up and accepted the call from your manager.

“deny having a kid, say it was your cousins or something and that you hang out with her kid alot. I honestly don't care what you say, just make sure no one knows that it's your kid.” he said as soon as you had accepted the call

“and if i don't want to?”

“that’s not an option.” he stated.

“I'm not going to deny my kid, can I just stay quiet? i won't ever deny that isla’s my daughter, i'm not and never will be ashamed of her. sure i had her young but i don't regret it at all.” you responded with finality in your voice. maybe this was a stupid decision, but one parent had already left isla and you refused to disown her by saying she wasn't yours.

letting out a sigh, knowing nothing he said would change your decision, your manager let out a fine and hung up the call. you let yourself fall back into your bed and just laid there hands and legs sprawled out. hearing the creak of your door opening made you lift your head a bit to see isla standing there. she ran over to your bed, when she reached it she proceeded to lift one of her legs up trying to get onto the bed. you smiled down at how cute she looked, stopping her struggles, you sat up and pulled her onto the bed next to you. with her small hands she pushed you down onto your back and jumped onto you, cuddling her face into your neck.

“when will i get to see mommy, i only see hew in pictuws.” isla said into your neck, she was very clearly distressed, and you could only think of the day before when she had questioned mina’s want to even see her.

you honestly didn't even think mina wanted to see her, sure she sent gifts but you doubt she’d want to see isla. she always thought of the child as a burden, as something that you were supposed to care for. the thought brought a frown to your face, you wished for mina to see isla and acknowledge her as a daughter.

chaos had ensued in the twice dorms, although mina only shared a dorm with nayeon, all the girls were currently at the dorms. as soon as they had seen the tweet they rushed over, hoping that it wasn't as they thought.

“so what, you just left her alone with a kid?!” jeongyeon exclaimed, clearly upset at the mere idea.

“uh- well it wasn't like that, i wanted to pursue my dream and she was holding me back. also i send them money and gifts and pay for the apartment, i’m fulfilling my role as a parent.” hearing this, all of the girls continued their attack, throwing objects at mina. she tried to dodge but there were too many coming and too fast.

“god i knew you were a douche judging by the amount of girls you bring home, but this is just unbelievable.” momo said, followed by a shoe being thrown at mina’s head.

“you guys are unbelievable, i'm your member, not her. plus, are you forgetting the part where i literally send gifts, money, and pay the bills?! also she didn't want me to follow my dream!” mina exclaimed, why couldn't they understand her side?

“yeah, and are you forgetting the part where you got her pregnant. whatever she says doesn't matter, as the person who got her pregnant you should have taken responsibility.” jihyo voiced out, clearly annoyed by her excuses.

“I do take responsibility! how many times do i need to say that i give them money, i spoil them incredibly!” mina cried out in exasperation, how many times did she have to say it for them to understand?

the yelling and throwing of things was stopped the moment the door to the dorm opened, their manager walking in. “mina, there better be a good explanation for this.” their manager said, glaring at mina.

“uhm- there really isn't one, it’s exactly how it seems.”

“how do you even know y/n?!” their manager exclaimed, not being able to wrap her mind around this situation.

“we uh- we were high school sweethearts, we dated throughout almost the entirety of highschool.”

“what?!” everyone exclaimed, not knowing that they were in that serious of a relationship.

“wait, so do you know any other celebrities?” chaeyoung asked in disbelief, she had been a fan of the group's music for a while and couldn't believe mina knew them.

“uh- yeah, shawn mendes, he was my best friend since middle school and camila, but she was y/n’s best friend. and i mean camila never really liked me.”

“you knew shawn mendes?!” chaeyoung exclaimed, being best friends with shawn mendes was insane to her.

“yeah, i still talk to him from time to time too.” mina said, scratching the back of her head as she explained.

“mina, i hope you know that we will be going to the US for the billboard women in music awards. and sixth harmony will for sure be there.” their manager said to mina.

“what!?” mina exclaimed, the thought that she might run into you again was now starting to eat away at her. she didn't want to see you, but at the same time she wanted so desperately to.

“oh yeah, i was gonna tell you.” jihyo said, everyone surprised that mina didn't know.

everyone had left by now, and it was only mina, nayeon, and the two beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. mina usually didn't drink, her intolerance for alcoholic drinks being the reason, but after today she just needed a drink.

“what do you think? do you agree with everyone else, you think i'm an asshole?” mina asked, not offended but wanting a genuine answer.

“I mean what you did was very assholey, but i mean it’s never too late to change you know? i mean i’ve lived with you for like how long? three, four years? and i mean i think i know you best, and i can say with confidence you’ve had at least a little character development.” nayeon said, taking a swig of her beer.

“but what do i do? I feel like what me and y/n had is broken by now. I don't think she’d even want me to meet isla.” mina said, she would never dare say her true thoughts. and i mean, could you blame her?

all she knew about this kid was that she was 3 years old and that it was hers. she didn't even know what isla looked like until she saw the picture on twitter. she felt terrible for even thinking it, but she didn't really care all that much for this kid. you on the other hand, she had known you for a long time, she loved you, she had a kid with you. she didn't regret pursuing her dream but she wished it didn’t include losing you.

“just talk to her, when we meet her. try to just talk it all out.”

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dmitriene · 5 months

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𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬❞ 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺

❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘏𝘜𝘙𝘛 𝘕𝘖 𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘠 𝘌𝘕𝘋, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘴

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 16 𝘢𝘯𝘥 10, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

The night air was filled with the scent of distant rain while your apartment was bathed in a dim amber glow, the only source of light being the cityscape peeking through the window.

The clink of ice cubes in the glass filled the room as you poured yourself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass, inviting yet burning, like the memories that haunted your relationship with Leon.

People have often said that love is a journey, an exploration and a shared path of two souls finding solace in each other, but your love for Leon was more of a storm, a noisy whirlwind, a tornado that threatened to tear you apart even as it bound you together, you ran your fingertips along the rim of the glass, getting lost in the reflections dancing in the amber abyss.

𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗𝗬.

The name alone carried weight, weight of scars and battles fought in the name of justice, when you first met him, it was like a scene from a typical crime drama — rain soaked streets, neon lights reflecting in puddles, and there he was, silhouetted in night, with a pistol in his hand and determination etched in his stern face.

Little did you know that this meeting would reveal a story of both passion and pain, a story that refuses to follow any script, far from real drama.

People came and went like mismatched puzzle pieces, but you and Leon were shackled by invisible metal handcuffs that teetered on the brink of codependency.

The allure of his presence was intoxicating, a drug that made you both addicted to the chaos you found in each other's arms, but every high was followed by crushing lows, and the demons that tormented him seeped into your shared reality like there were multiple cracks everywhere.

The first cracks in the fragile shell of your love appeared when you realized that it was not pure affection that was keeping you together, but toxic satisfaction.

It was the satisfaction of feeling needed, of having to be indispensable in your life, the dark truth was that you clung to each other not out of genuine love, but out of a shared brokenness that, for a while, seemed , made you whole next to each other.

The nights were the hardest.

When he stumbled through the door, his breath was laced with the sharp taste of alcohol, and his eyes carried the weight of the world, the weight of what he had experienced.

You were always the one to pull him away from the bottle, witness to his breakdowns that made you feel like you were tiptoeing along the edge of a collapsing abyss, along a thin rope stretched between half collapsed houses.

— «It's none of your business» he growled, his voice hoarse due to the screams that had found a permanent home in your shared space, and you, unable to tear yourself away, always screamed back, a storm of emotions seething inside you.

You couldn’t control your voice as the lump in your throat grew with every insult that sounded like a request to «fuck off» thrown at you, and you endured it all, swallowing tears, because blaming him for the storms raging inside him was the same as blaming the sky for its thunder.

The apologies came quickly, viscously, desperately and hoarsely, each «i am so sorry» was a plea for forgiveness that inadvertently tugged at the strings of your sympathy, tearing it raw.

How can you blame him if he was not the cause of the traumas that turned him into this broken creature? It was hard to tell him it was okay, to convince him that he didn't need forgiveness, but either way, any words you spoke were muffled by the press of his lips against yours.

Sweet and sticky, his kisses were like forbidden fruit, the taste of something you craved but knew was laced with poison.

With each apology, his lips wandered down from your mouth to your neck, exploring the geography of your collarbone and beyond, below, as silent pleas for forgiveness were fervently whispered, words hanging in the air and never fulfilled.

The dance of forgiveness is played out in the spaces of your common sanctuary, once absolutely rotting from the inside, a choreography of passion and pain, and in it — you, caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, have become the involuntary protagonist of the scene that unfolded in the dim light of your apartment.

Familiar hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you with a force that leaves you breathless and your eyes stinging as tears well up, not from pain, but from seething emotions, the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, drowning out any other noise, filling thoughts with their naked vulgarity.

His thrusts are deliberate and controlled, an attempt to drive something, his affection, maybe, because each thrust hits you deep and hard, declaring his rights, the signs of sex and sweat hang heavily in the air, mixing with the pathetic whines escaping from your lips.

Pink lips find your collarbone, teeth sinking into the tender flesh with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, sudden and sharp, and bruises bloom on your skin, marking you as his as his pace quickens and his cock slides in and out of your wet cunt , stretching you to the limit.

Your legs, bent at the knees and stretched to the limit, tremble as pleasure flows through your body, threatening to drive you over the edge with just a couple of minutes in this position.

Calloused fingers dig into your flesh, leaving red marks as he holds you steady, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, huffing and growling at you but not leaning in to kiss you.

As his rhythm becomes more chaotic, his cock seems to become larger, stretching you even more, forcing your wet walls to suck him deeper and feel every vein and how his tip bumps against the cervix, making you sigh every time, as if everything had been knocked out of your lungs.

In response, his hot hands grip your hips tightly, forcing your legs to spread wider, eager to penetrate even deeper as he slowly expresses and stretches your hole with just the tip before, with a wild grunt, he thrusts forward, his swollen cock passing through your trembling walls and bumping again your cervix again and again.

A harsh mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelms your senses, making you whimper and scream in a symphony of raw need, your nails digging into the bulging muscles of his arms, desperate as you cling to him for dear life, your body arching in response to the overwhelming sensations like a lost note.

He continues his relentless thrusts, the harshness of them pushing you closer to the all consuming abyss, each collision between your bodies sending shockwaves of pleasure through you as the pain in your core grows stronger and deeper.

Leon’s breath comes out in burning gasps, a primal quality unfamiliar to you takes the lead as the room fills with the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet slaps of his hips on your ass, painting the sensitive skin scarlet.

The pressure builds, coiling tightly inside you and your stomach as his cock mercilessly slams into you in an animalistic rhythm, each new thrust making you roll your eyes back and never bring them back, moaning mindlessly, to which he responds with a growl or a sigh each time.

His thrusts become more powerful, each one driving deeper and faster into your throbbing core, and each movement of his throbbing shaft inside you propels your body forward, making your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.

His weight presses against you and his muscular body bends you in half as he leans towards you, looming over you in a two faced image of either a shield or just a shadow, and his controlling stance traps you in your own mind following a wave of whines and moans.

Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably, a clear sign of the impending release within you, a powerful orgasm ripping through your body, shattering your control as you mumble incoherently, lost in a sea of ecstasy, legs practically straightening out at the knees.

— «Jus' like that, good darling, i'll show how sorry i am» Leon chuckles, his deep baritone filling the room as he watches you unravel beneath him, sweat decorating his skin and strands of damp dark hair sticking to his forehead, which he pushes back with a casual movement of his hand, revealing his achingly beautiful, chiseled face.

His thrusts do not weaken, his own need pushes him to the edge, the sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the air, merging into one single and so strangely dirty in the darkness of the room, while you whine, chewing your lips and sighing with each thrust — «T-Too mu-much, angh!»

As your orgasm subsides, the pace of Leon's thrusts quickens, his movements become more insistent but uncontrollable, he feels a burning ball growing inside him, threatening to swallow him completely.

Leon squeezes your trembling knees, spreading your legs wider, causing a mixture of pleasure and sensitivity in your overstimulated body, causing your moans of both delight and discomfort to fill the air as he continues to thrust into you with an unrelenting force, causing your toes to curl and another familiar feeling of heat bloom in the stomach.

He relishes the feeling of your smoothness, your walls stretched to their limit, accommodating his every thrust, and his growl echoes through the room, a sound that leaves his lips as he gives in to his impending release, all the while managing to coo at you as he looks at your blissful face — «Look at you, not even angry anymore, hm~»

His climax hits him like a tidal wave, and his body tenses as he fills you to the brim with his warm, pulsating cum, causing your body to shudder and arch in response, gushing clear liquid onto his cock, achieving another orgasm in a row, the sight of the white ring at the base of his cock, glistening with the mixture of his cum and your fluids, only heightens his satisfaction, making him grin as he watches you tremble beneath him.

He holds himself deep inside you for a moment, ensuring every drop of his seed is released before slowly slipping out, allowing his cum to pour out of your hole little by little as your body shakes in small convulsions.

The blue gaze is fixed on the sight of his sperm flowing out of your stretched and filled hole, and a grin spreads on his face, he quietly coos in a low rumbling voice, as if comforting and slowly returning you from the snow white noise, forcing you to turn into a putty under him, to listen to his words — «That's it, everything is going to be okay, come to me, sweetheart»

You want to cry from the rush of tenderness and sudden emotional leap as he watches with satisfaction as your body trembles and shudders, overcome by shocks of pleasure, and finally the sound of your sobs reaches his ears, a jarring mixture of pleasure, relief and perhaps even a hint of shock from the intensity of what happened.

Leon lays down on the sheets with a gentle expression, not caring about their condition, sharply pressing you against his strong, muscular body, and he hugs you, holding you tightly to his chest, the warmth of his embrace provides sharp comfort, and you even forget that brought you to this moment, going limp.

He gently squeezes you, trying to calm the involuntary trembling running through your body, knowing full well that this was led not only by intense sex, but also by what happened before, although he is trying once again to erase it from his head, both his and yours.

When you cry, your tears mix with his skin, the salty taste on your lips when he holds you securely in his arms, comforting you silently, at a loss for words, and even you yourself don’t fully understand what exactly makes you cry, but in his embrace is so good and warm, so tender as before, but will these apologies be enough?

You could feel the pulsating rhythm of his heartbeat against your skin, a constant reminder of the storm that had just passed, while the city outside, now reduced to a distant hum, seemed to mirror the noise in your chest.

𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧.

The realization hit you like a sudden gust of cold wind cutting through a broken apartment window, «It can't go on like this» — a desperate voice screamed in your head.

The remnants of pride, buried under layers of melancholy, made their way to the surface, it was a call from the depths of your soul, a request to get out of the abyss of dependence into which your relationship with Leon had turned.

The apartment, which had once been a refuge, now resembled a cage.

The walls whispered stories of broken promises, of an endless cycle of events as you watched him push you away again, that familiar cycle of self destruction unfolding before your eyes.

How many times have you endured this? How many times have you swallowed your pain until your throat and eyes burned with the acrid sensation?

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧.

The embers of self esteem smoldered inside you and you felt a slow burning fire of determination to break free from the toxic addiction that had consumed both of you.

This realization weighs heavily on your chest — this has to stop.

The invisible cuffs that bound you to him needed to be broken, and the gravity that kept pulling you down needed to be released.

In the dim light of the evening apartment, you moved hastily, frantic energy with a fleeting flash prompted you to collect your things.

The closets willingly gave up their contents while you put clothes, memories and remnants of the history that once took place here, into bags, and the snow white walls now witnessed a hasty exodus, a desperate attempt to escape from the smoldering warmth that turned into suffocating cold.

The sharp jingling of keys and approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway, brutally interrupting your escape plan.

Panic welled up inside you as you realized that things like these never go according to plan, and you were once again paying the price for not realizing sooner, as your heart raced and your hands shook as you zipped up your bags, clouded by the fear of confrontation with him.

The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud sound, and against the light in the corridor you saw the silhouette of Leon.

His gaze, clouded with a mixture of confusion and fatigue, locked on you, and the bedroom seemed to close around you, and the bags filled with the remains of your life were scattered like chess on a board where every step is the last.

In the midst of this chaotic picture, you froze in the tense silence that hung between you and Leon.

Your intention was to slip away quietly, to disappear without stirring up another storm, and yet you stood there like a deer caught in headlights, looking into his tired blue eyes.

Sudden regret and fear intertwined in the depths of his gaze, reflecting numerous cracks, unnoticed by anyone but you.

This is all nothing more than a battlefield where his and yours, or only your, emotions clashed in a silent war, and you longed for a way out of this cycle, like a bird in a cage, which intertwined your lives, but something kept you in place, a force, demanding recognition deep inside, gnawing into the very bones, whispering sickly.

Blue eyes that once brought comfort now glared at you with a weariness that mirrored your own.

And when his gaze darted to the bags, his eyebrows knitted in silent misunderstanding, and you felt a sense of guilt wash over you, a feeling similar to that of a child caught by surprise.

The blue eyed gaze, once warm and inviting, now sent a chill down your spine.

He looked at you, really looked at you, and the room seemed to tremble under the weight of unspoken tension, the first words that fell from his lips were not gentle, they were a growl, a demand for an explanation — «What does it all mean?»

Your throat tightens as if under your hands, a seething instinct of self defense rising within you.

You swallowed hard, the air in the room thickening as you prepared for the words that needed to be said, which slipped from your lips with noticeable heaviness — «I'm tired, Leon, i'm tired of it all»

He walked away from the door and stepped carefully, closing the distance between you.

The air crackled with tension as he studied you, and you stood your ground, not out of fear, but as if chained.

Deep down, you knew that he would not physically harm you, so you stood firm, not twitching, and in his eyes you could see a different kind of fear — the fear of losing, the fear of things being irrevocably broken and never coming back.

As he approached, the space between you was filled with unresolved emotions.

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to decipher the language written in the depths of your soul in raw form, and in that moment, something changed.

Your gaze, once submissive, met his with an intensity that surprised him, one he had not seen before, telling him that you would no longer be a passenger in what was happening and it was time to move.

His blue ones, momentarily caught off guard, widened in response to the newfound strength in yours.

You spoke without words, there was a determination in your eyes that went beyond the usual silence, patience, and for a moment Leon hesitated, as if realizing the seriousness of the situation.

There was a tense silence, an invisible tension woven between you and Leon like a taut wire.

His chest tightened, pain settling inside him as he peered into you, finding a strange hostility, an unspoken resentment that pierced the air like a dagger.

But intertwined with the hostility was a firm confidence, a confidence that sent a shiver down his spine.

Then he felt it — a coming storm that would completely destroy him.

The flow of his thoughts was abruptly interrupted.

The simple but devastating words slipped from your lips like silk, but the sharpness of their impact was reflected in him — «I'm leaving»

It was as if everything inside him had collapsed.

The air in the room became thick, and he felt like he was falling to his knees in a fog.

The low growl that had colored his voice moments ago was gone, replaced by a muted vulnerability, his brows, once furrowed in a frown of disappointment, now arched in pleading as he looked at you, the hostility in your eyes mirrored by an unfamiliar sadness in his.

He felt like an abandoned dog, left alone in a kennel during a tornado.

His gaze slid along the contours of your face, catching a fleeting image of your eyes wandering over his sloppy stubble, bruises under tired eyes and dark, slightly disheveled hair.

His chest tightened even more, a mixture of longing and despair overwhelmed him, he wanted to reach out, grab you and pull you away from the abyss, but the confidence in your eyes held him back, and the fog in his head seemed to thicken so much that it made it difficult to find the right words.

— «You can't just walk away» he managed to say, the words escaping him like an unintentional plea.

Your gaze lingered on him, a hint of indecision flashed across your face, but your original feelings remained unshaken.

It was a devastating contrast — his vulnerability and your strength.

The urge to call it a prank, to insist that you were wrong, stabbed in your throat, but you swallowed the words and the final weight of the truth fell on him.

The silence stretched on, he finally realized the seriousness of what was happening, this was not a joke at all — this was the unraveling of a narrative that had become so complicated that it was so difficult to maintain it any longer.

The weight of the bags, filled with everything you had managed to hastily collect, seemed strangely heavy on the tips of your fingers.

Every object that had once been a sign of permanence now carried with it the weight of an impending farewell.

And everything around seemed to dim as you picked up your bags.

His eyes met yours in a silent plea for understanding, tension hanging thick like storm clouds on the horizon.

You sighed, tasting the remnants of something that had slipped through your fingers in the air.

— «I'm breaking up with you» the words came out like a scene from a cheap drama, and the weight of their impact echoed throughout the room.

His expression faltered, a shadow of disbelief appearing on his face.

The air around you immediately froze as you looked into his eyes, and the gravity of the moment fell like a lead curtain.

For a moment he stood frozen, as if expecting a joke that never came.

A flash of anger flashed across his face, a defense mechanism activated to protect him from emotional shock — «It's kind of a stupid, bad joke, isn't it?» he spat, a mixture of disappointment and disbelief in his voice.

But as you took a step forward, past his frozen figure, realization seemed to dawn in his eyes.

Denial disappeared, replaced by desperate anguish, he reached out and squeezed your hand in a vice — «No» he whispered, and the word fell from his lips like a prayer.

You felt the warmth of his hand on yours, his grip tightening as if trying to bind you to a reality he refused to accept.

His eyes, now filled with tears, met yours in obvious plea.

— «Why?» he asked, and the word was shrouded in confusion — «What's the matter? Why are you doing this?»

Questions hung in the air, and the silence that came again this time was saturated with emotion, tears flowed down his cheeks, and you bit your lips, unable to free your hand from his desperate grip.

It was a paradox — his confusion mirrored your own, the pain of the breakup mixed with the realization that he didn't even understand why.

A bitter laugh threatened to escape your lips, born from the pain of the situation, from the cruel irony that he was not aware of the reasons for your decision — «You don't even know» you whispered, your voice caught in the coma in your throat.

His grip on your hand tightened even more, as if he was trying to hold on to the slipping reality — «Tell me» he begged, the desperation in his voice tugging at the strings of your resolve.

The warmth left your hand as you pulled it away from Leon's desperate grip.

A sudden cold seemed to penetrate the room, and cold, not at all warm, tears flowed down your cheeks.

Your voice, sounding with resentment and trembling, cut through the silence that hung between you.

— «You've turned my whole life upside down» a muttering that holds weight.

His blue eyes, once filled with unexpected tenderness and childlike affection, shimmered with a vulnerability that reflected the general one, his hand reached out again, desperately trying to find the warmth that had escaped — «No» he whispered again, his voice laced with apology and uncertainty.

— «Then you destroyed it» you added, the words filled with bitterness that cut through the tension.

The light in his eyes flickered, going out like lights, he clung to your hand again, the warmth seeping into your veins again as if trying to gain a foothold.

— «I love you so much» he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion.

You snorted in disbelief, the sound mixing with the unsteady rhythm of sobs echoing through the room.

Tears blurred your vision as you cried not only from the pain of leaving, but also from the realization that he didn't fully understand the reasons for your decision.

— «You like to use me» you muttered in a hoarse voice, the words pierced the air like bitter truth — «You like it when i put up with you, when i depend on you»

His grip tightened, a silent plea for understanding — «I am so sorry» he whispered, apologies tried to crush, secure at the same dead center.

But your resolve only strengthened.

You couldn't stay in this cycle, in this improvisation of dependence and destruction.

Suddenly you pulled away from him, breaking the physical connection that seemed to tie you to a past you could no longer bear.

You rushed towards your bags, the front door beckoning to you and you knew you had to leave before the familiar pull of his presence pulled you back.

Desperately, you threw the door open, the cool night air a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere of the room, a breath of fresh air.

He screamed your name, a desperate plea in his voice — «Please don't leave! I can change, i can get better!»

But his words now sounded hollow in your ears.

You walked outside with your bags in your hands, the city outside your door indifferent to the personal storm raging inside as your heart raced.

His voice followed you, a distant echo of apologies and desperate declarations of love, tears now flowing freely and with every step you felt a sense of both relief and grief.

You knew that leaving him behind meant leaving a part of you, a part intertwined with him forever.

The door slammed behind you, the sound echoing down the corridor like the final chord of a melancholy symphony.

The city outside spread out before you, and as you walked away, the mismatched pieces of your life, the same puzzles, seemed to fly away in the wind, and the streetlights cast long shadows, and with every step you carried the weight of an end and the promise of a new beginning.

Meanwhile, Leon remained on the other side of the door, alone in the empty space that was once filled with laughter, love and shared dreams.

He sat on the floor, knees pressed against the cool surface, unable to find the strength to stand up, move, or catch up with the reality that was collapsing around him.

The room suddenly became huge, the walls holding remnants, and silent tears flowed down his cheeks and he didn't say a word, his cries merging with the silence that enveloped him, a mausoleum of memories, every corner of which was inhabited by the ghosts of a now broken relationship.

The new emptiness mirrored the emptiness within him.

The streets are blurry, your vision is blurred by tears that refuse to stop, the rhythm of the city seemed to mock the broken rhythm of your heart, but you moved on, driven by the instinct to escape, to forget, you felt as if you were suffocating with every breath that seemed, stuck in my throat.

While Leon remained on his knees, in the room where the walls closed in around him, and his hands clenched into fists, his fingers dug into the carpet, as if if he didn't hold on to something, he would simply slip away, just like the once fragile bonds built.

Each step along the streets took you further away from the place that once radiated warmth and love, sobs falling endlessly from your lips as with each step you tried your best to put distance between yourself and the apartment, between yourself and the man who, like you once thought it, would be yours forever.

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It's time for the Weekly Bangtan Report!

Happy Birthday Hobi! Neuron Crew has posted a happy birthday tribute on their social media channels. Here is the video on YouTube:

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Neuron Crew are a group of Hobi's dance colleagues and friends from pre-debut. He's known them since middle school. This video was shot at Daedong Plaza in Gwuangju, Hobi's hometown city.

I was wondering last time if we'd see him in between training groups and here he is! The birthday boy himself was out and about. He saw his birthday banners and posters! I suspect this is possibly near his apartment building.

And COMING MARCH!!! HOPE ON THE STREET!!!

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Personally, I hope its a series and not just one full length documentary type thing.

Ok, now news for the thirsty folks (thirsty folks=all of us) I was going to start this weekly recap with this, but...

I decided to spare everyone. I'm sure y'all are tired of seeing naked Jungkook (of course that was a joke).

EDIT: CK pulled a bonehead and did not add this particular hoodie to their website before dropping the pics. It supposedly is there now.

As I predicted months and months ago, these brand ambassador deals are the gifts that keep on giving (thank you jesus and tight pants).

Jungkook's deal with Calvin Klein ... he said he wears the "tight kind" ... dare I even go here? will we...? did he...? We Wait™️

There is a video of behind the scenes of his music show recordings he did from Seven's release to Golden's promotions is available on BangtanTV.

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Yoongi's Valentino campaign is beginning to appear in Japan.

We still know nothing about what he's up to but we keep getting episodes of Suchwita. Perhaps we'll get one with his good friend, producer El Capitxn. We Wait™️

Taehyung has a photo spread in the current issue of WKorea. Flowers. Lots of flowers:

And he posted on Valentine's day but not really a love note (lol, he's a goofball) but the boy is gaining some weight. He's up to 160 lbs...

I present to you my interim report. Attained 72.5 kg I will come again. Salute Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

Namjoon.... there is that sus image of him playing the saxophone in a red military band uniform (not gonna post the pic). Is it an edit? Ok, so let's think about this.

When have we ever heard Namjoon say he knows how to play the saxophone? That would be approximately zero times he's ever said that. You'd think we would have had some Taehyung/RM interactions or conversations over the years involving saxophones. Nothing.

Do you know how hard it is to learn to play a wind instrument?

And there is only that one single suspicious image. Usually there are multiple weird sneaky angles, blurry shots, etc. I'm just saying I remain skeptical until I hear more from a different source, or from Joon himself. I've seen several pics supposedly of Jimin and Jungkook, one of them sitting in a cafeteria that looked hella real and then the original pic is shown and it's just... wow... edits can be very deceiving.

Joon posted a Lunar New Year message to us on Weverse:

Hello ARMYs, I hope you're doing well. I've come to my assigned military base and am adapting and doing well. I've had some tteokguk* too. Since it's Seollal, I've also been resting a bit, and I'm living well. I will need to spend one more Seollal here before I can see you but, I'm spending my time well. I really believe that this time will lead to different kinds of learning and experiences. Whenever, wherever you are, please stay healthy, and I hope that your life has a lot more good than bad. Hoping that the connection we share continues, I wish you a happy new year ! (*Rice cake soup traditionally eaten during Seollal, or Lunar New Year.) Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

And his @ rpwprpwprpwp Instagram account posted some pics this past week. Since comments are open on that account, Armys are trying to outdo each other with the corniest pickup lines:

IS THERE AN AIRPORT NEARBY, OR WAS THAT JUST MY HEART TAKING OFF? If you were a triangle you'd be acute one 💋 If I'm the pencil, you're the highlighter. Because I'm gonna draw our future and you're gonna make it brighter.

Jimin also posted a short but super sweet Lunar New Year message on Weverse and mentioned Jungkook:

It's Lunar New Year ARMYs! I hope you have a happy Lunar New Year and I hope this year for you is a healthy year filled with happiness Jungkook and I are doing well so please don't worry about us too much. I'll check in with you again! Hope you have lots of good food and eat a lot today Trans cr; Annie @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

I was so happy to see a message from him and so glad he said they are both doing well. But I'm still going to worry...

Nothing new from Jin, we've already had his February message. 116 days left. But here he is and I am looking forward to having his grown ass, mature, military experienced man back with us in a few months:

Other Bangtan related news this week: Enhypen released a cover of I Need U. Some people are speaking negatively about it. What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people?

That song was important for BTS, it was their first TV music show win and it was IMPORTANT and a big WIN for them that broke the door open. They were about to give up!

Be flattered that BTS is of a calibre that other well-known artists want to cover their songs! That being said, if you don't like the way they covered the song, fine, just move on, there's no need to be mean-spirited about it.

Last weekend, a Japanese TV show seemed to tease/spoil a hint that possibly high profile celebs stayed at a resort in a town outside Sapporo recently... the hint was "Dynamite." This was the resort:

Uh... nice... delulu brain activated...

#bangtan weekly report #update on the fortress: they are working on the interior #i'm sure there's a hundred other bts related things i forgot to mention #even when they are absent they are everywhere #to the person who asked me last week about Jungkook please check your DMs

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Spooky, sexy, wolfy “Trespassers Beware” just in time for Halloween…

Fem!Reader (Galadriel) x Sauron |E| 4K Wolf Sex

🎨 by @thebabydragon

Summary: You seek the source of the dark power, following the rumors and the wolf howls to the Old Fortress… he finds you… and does so much more

CW: bestiality, multiple wolves at once, wolf possession, disembodied sorcerers having their way, sex in an old ruin with your forbidden lover

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Continue below to howl for him…

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Dusty, dead leaves under your feet turn to cold stones. You stand on the bridge to the Fortress, a chill in the air that somehow heats your body, shivers running down your spine to pool between your thighs. You hear that song, that music, faint but real, whining from the distant and crumbling walls. Mists swirl, and you get the feeling of distant eyes watching you, that crawling sensation creeping all across your skin to steal your breath. You reminisce, the feeling of being here before. The ruins of a fortress of darkness, howls in the distance, your body warming at the memory of the same feelings from a thousand years before.

The hush of winds rustle the leaves across the stone bridge, and you push on. Until you hear the scratch of claws in front of you. Suddenly, orange eyes begin to glow in the shadows of arches and derelict walls. Panting, growling, a pack of large, grey wolves file in around you. Their eyes glint in hunger, tongue lapping at their jaws.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling howl overwhelms your ears, commanding his pack to withdraw. Commanding you to come.

And come you do. The way his voice weaves around your body is palpable, shaking into your flesh, riding into your insides with a tremor.

You know that sound in your bones. It is him.

Above you from a parapet, black mist swirls. And then eyes large and red shine, flickering with ridges of orange and flecks of yellow. Made of flame themselves. Two of them, staring unblinking above you. Your blood seems to freeze with fear and boil with desire at once.

That music that settled for ages in your bones now greets your ear, melancholic, weak, and mournful. A baleful howl comes from that patch of shadow, darker than death itself.

“Have you come to taunt me, Lady Light?” his voice scratched inside your ear. “Come to show me the spoils of a lost war? Treasures I shall never plunder the same again?”

Your heart races against your ribs, feeling your body responding to the sound of his voice, the pull of that lamenting music now that fills your ears.

“You come seeking something… or else you would not be here…” those flaming eyes seem to be framed in a tall form, crouching low to the floor of the parapet above you. A shadow of a great wolf, remembering the form you have always craved between your legs.

You step closer, your body humming to life as it had not for centuries. Your body burns despite the cold mist and shadows, your heart beats with lust, not with fear. Even as a dozen eyes shine back at you from the crumbling fortress.

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One last entry for @hellghoulweek and @thehaladrielfancollective (I’m sure there are five kinks on there for Kinktober 🪦🐺)

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10 (Mostly) Spoiler-Free Reasons to Watch Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon 2003 Live Action

A countdown to the 20th anniversary of Act 1 air date!

Reason 5: The captivating story!

Ultimately, I would say the live-action stayed true to the essence and intention of the original source material when concerning the Dark Kingdom arc.

I’m choosing to use the word “essence” though, because it is also factual that in multiple aspects, the story does diverge from its source material, but with the intention of further amping up the stakes and angst for drama, and possibly even pulling in elements from story arcs beyond the manga’s Dark Kingdom arc into the one season we (sadly) only have.

Sometimes those differences could be due to limitations of CGI and execution methods in real-life filming, while others could be due to updating the content to appeal to the newer generations of viewers in the early 2000s.

Regardless of what's faithful or not faithful to original source material, I think PGSM did really well striking a balance of making it a kid’s show, and also adding some complexities to appeal to viewers who were kids or teenagers that grew up reading the manga or watching the '90s anime, who would be in their late teens or adulthood or even parenthood by the time the live-action aired.

Warning: Going forward these series of posts will contain minor spoilers to introduce some live-action only elements. It will only be at the introductory level though!

Staying true and delving deeper into source materials

Personally, I can’t speak much to the ’90s anime, but I can confirm the live-action pulls many elements from the manga source material where possible. Here are just a few:

Introducing the Sailor Senshi!

The story of how Usagi and Ami discovered their Senshi power largely follows the same story, while Rei and Makoto's intro episodes heavily reference the original manga chapter and use the same theme behind the attacks that lead to them accessing their transformation. There's no magic bus to whisk victims away in Rei's case, and there's no wedding dress ghost story in Makoto's, probably due to the feasibility of recreating those scenes.

The Forbidden Love & the Past Life lore

The live-action definitely deep-dived into the 'forbidden love' concept when it came to Usagi and Mamoru, and further created a whole complexity of the storyline to justify WHY it's forbidden. In the manga/anime, it felt like the idea of their forbidden love was purely political and mostly glossed over since the past life kingdoms were dead, but in the live-action, there were actual stakes and consequences to consider even for the present.

And the ABSOLUTE MOST AMAZING THING and by far my favourite twist to the live-action storyline is they actually ventured into exploring the impact of making teenagers soldiers of war! There is actually ample screen time and dialogues AND monologues dedicated for us to see individual Senshi AND the team together grappling with the pros and cons and exploring both extreme sides of the need to follow the past life mission to avert tragedy regardless of the sacrifices made, versus the necessity of making one's choice and finding ways to live in the present in spite of the past life lore! Do they support Usagi's and Mamoru's love for each other or not???? Do they know for sure whether their love WILL cause misfortune again or not or can they trust Usagi to know what she's doing????? FASCINATING AND ANGSTY STUFF RIGHT THERE!

Rei’s Personality

More as an FYI, but Rei’s personality is much more similar to the manga Rei’s personality, instead of ‘90s anime Rei. More cool beauty and calm, less aggressively hotheaded and abrasive. And very importantly, NOT boy-crazy.

New, original dramatic elements

On the other hand, here are some live-action exclusive dramatic elements that I'd like to highlight:

Aino Minako the idol

Even many who haven't watched the series would have heard about how Minako's character is drastically changed in the live-action. Indeed, Minako is an acclaimed teenage idol and singer with best-selling songs in the show!

It's basically as if the live-action screenwriter pulled in the Outer Senshi elements from the Mugen arc into Minako's character: she's famous, experienced, and serious. Minako has full access to past life knowledge and is ultimately mission-driven like Haruka and Michiru are in the Mugen arc, which causes some of her decisions to maybe not be as morally white as we'd expect her to be (I think her costume style of white and black is a nice nod to the idea of her double life and her sense of moral).

Now, that's not to say live-action Minako is completely a new character, you can certainly see manga/anime Minako's character traits here and there if you pay attention - pun-loving, prank-loving, mischievous. For god's sake, the girl named her album Venus, and one of her most iconic songs is called C'est La Vie, which sounds exactly like "Sailor V" pronounced in Japanese. Just imagine this girl playing a vigilante life, and having a chuckle every time she sings her best-selling song that basically announces her identity to the world and no one realizes. lmao

Basically, Minako's character embodies the extreme result of what happens if a teenager is burdened with all the knowledge of the Past Life war and has the weight on her shoulders while working alone.

If you can get past Minako's changed character setting in the live-action, you'll find there are still plenty of Dark Kingdom arc manga/anime Minako elements in there, just some more exaggerated while others are more subtle. (Coz to be fair, Minako didn't start becoming Usagi's twin until after the Dark Kingdom arc.) And her relationship with Artemis is absolutely heartwarming to see in the live-action.

Who's in the wrong? Who's an ally, and who's not?

While our Senshi team is clearly the heroine, and the Dark Kingdom the villains, the live-action takes a more interesting take on what's considered "good" versus "evil", and more importantly, who's in the wrong on how things ended badly in the past life. Who is actually the person the Senshi needs to protect the world from? And that drives the story into a direction that is more complex than what you'll ever find in manga or anime, and certain characters react accordingly and act more grey than black or white - from both the heroine side and the villain side!

Shitennou & Endymion

Something we didn't really get to see as much in the manga and anime, while we know who the Shitennou are, we don't really see the Shitennou and Mamoru interacting until after they... became their name-sake rocks (okay, technically, GEMS). And we don't get many hints on what their past live relationships were, so for many years fans have taken to pen/paper/tablets/keyboard and filled the gaps with their amazing imagination and creative work instead.

In the live-action, we get a much more expansive and interesting take in seeing the Shitennou - technically still under the Dark Kingdom's influence, interact with Mamoru as they all grapple with what happened in the past life.

How would the prince's ex-guardians act seeing their master again? How would Mamoru react? Choosing to accept his responsibility for his past life or not? After all, they had such fond memories of arm-wrestling each other! (Spoiler alert: Nephrite won.) :P

I must once again emphasize that I love what they did with the Shitennou's characters and gave each of them a different story trajectory. They are written so well they pull at your heartstrings!

If you want some canon-material for writing the Shitennou in the age of Elysion Kingdom, definitely give the live-action a go!

Power up! The Senshi Needs Training

Because the live-action only gets one arc, there's no room for us to see the Senshi team (conveniently) get upgraded transformation like they do in each arc in manga or anime. Instead, the live-action takes a different, and I dare say, a more realistic approach, where the Senshi learns that their initial access to their transformation isn't the full access to their powers as they expected. They are put through some legit, and some questionable training of the body, mind and spirit, and each of them has to overcome something within themselves across the series to access their power!

This approach highlights and solidifies each Senshi's strengths AND ties in really well into the girls' character development throughout the series. As well, it makes it feel like the Senshi did have to put in work to get strong and gain access to their power, instead of relying on the plot to get them new powers at the right opportune time, seemingly out of the blue.

Remember: THEY ARE IN SCHOOL!

Yep, sometimes in the manga and in the anime, it's so easy for us to forget that the Senshi are kids in school when they are in the thick of a crisis or fighting evil. Somehow, it always seems quite clean and convenient that the Senshi could separate their school life and their heroine life, doesn't it? How the responsible adults in the world may wonder... "Gosh, where did that kid go in the middle of [insert context]????" Or for a fellow peer in school to wonder - "How the hell did this random group of girls come together like an odd band?"

The live-action takes time to make room for some reality checks in their episodic storylines to explore all the different repercussions our heroine's double (or triple) life has on their normal life, and with that ties in personable and relevant topics and themes into their episodic plots:

Family relationship

Peer relationship

Romantic relationships

Moments that remind everyone how awkward and tough it is to be a teenager.

The toll of lying through your teeth to keep a secret, etc

I cannot emphasize enough that the screenwriting is superb in the series! Not one thing is referenced only once and left out the window, everything that happened builds up into a moment of learning or lasting impact for our characters!

To people who've not watched the live-action, PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE! At least give it 6 episodes, and you'll probably be hooked!

You can watch the subbed versions of the series at:

Miss Dream Fansubs

Sea of Serenity Fansubs

The series is also on other online streaming sites, but be cautious to only visit them with good adware and firewall installed.

6 days till the 20th anniversary of Act 1 air date!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

#pgsm #pretty guardian sailor moon #bssm #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #sailor moon live action #pgsm appreciation #shitennou #reasons to watch pgsm #pgsm 20th anniversary countdown #khmyh's gif

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Ok ok ok. You mentioned how you wanted to snort coke off of lalos dick…. Can you write a Drabble about that cuz omg- 🫣🫣

yes bc i am insane 🖤 disclaimer: coke dick is not a myth but i refuse to believe lalo gets it (i also have never done cocaine lul)

warning: intox (cocaine)

“Are you serious? How have you not tried it before?”

Lalo asked that with the same incredulity as if you had just said you’d never eaten an apple before. To him, cocaine and other Schedule II narcotics were normal, boring even. That makes sense. You’d imagine that handling literal bricks of it day in and day out would desensitize you. But he had to know that you were far from the only person that had never tried coke. Most people hadn't.

"I don't know, man! I'd never even seen coke before I met you! Isn't it dangerous?" You asked.

Lalo shrugged. "It can be, yeah, but you just gotta know what you're doing." He walked over to his dresser and cracked open a drawer, rifling through it as he talked to you. "You gotta know how to dose it, how to handle it, and how to stop doing it once you start. That last one's important." He pulled out a locked box and set it on the dresser.

"Right, yeah. I guess that makes sense." You rationalized. Lalo seemed to know what he was doing. This was his career, no, his whole life. He must know how to handle it. You thought of his younger cousin, Tuco, who seemed to snort anything he could get his hands on. Lalo certainly had better self-control than that.

"Most importantly though," Lalo unlocked the box and pulled something out. He turned around to show you what it was: a tiny bag of white powder. Unsurprising. “You gotta know your stuff’s legit. A lot of shitty dealers will cut it or try to sell you something else entirely. I don’t sell anything I wouldn’t snort, and I don’t snort anything I don’t sell. It's a matter of integrity.” He tossed you the 8-ball so you could examine it.

You squished the tiny bag, pressing the powder between your fingertips, the texture obfuscated through the plastic. The way it moved reminded you of powdered sugar. It's funny how something so insidious can seem so benign up close. "Question," you asked, your eyes glued to the baggie.

"Shoot." Lalo replied.

"It's a stupid question."

"I bet it is," Lalo chuckled, enamored by your relative innocence, "Go for it, chiquito."

You led the bag away from your face so you could see your boyfriend. "Is coke dick real? Like you can't get hard when you do it?"

Lalo was stunned. "I've... never had that problem. Where did you hear about that?"

Good question. Where the hell did you hear about that? A junkie friend? The internet? It felt like multiple sources had contributed to this theory. "I dunno, actually. Guess it's just a myth."

"Oh, it definitely is." Lalo strode towards you until you were close enough for him to pull your body against his. Keeping one hand on your waist, he used your momentary distraction to pluck the 8-ball from your fingers. "Want me to prove it to y-?"

"Yes." You said with literally no hesitation, not even letting him finish his sentence. You may have been naïve, but you weren't stupid. Any chance for your man to whip it out was a chance you were going to take.

"Oh, wow, someone's eager, huh? Good boy." He cracked open the tiny bag and stuck his pinky in, scooping the product up with his fingernail. "So, I'm guessing you know what a line is, right? Well, this is called a bump." He held it up to his nostril and snorted it, the powder disappearing into his sinuses. Once he did, his head flew back and he groaned. "Mierda, está bien... (Shit, that's good.)" When he looked at you again, you could see that his brown eyes were almost entirely black, irises being swallowed by his pupils. He nudged you off him so he could unbuckle his belt.

You watched him like a research scientist trying to document the effects of the substance. His hands were trembling as he pulled his belt off. He held the baggie in his teeth to keep his hands free while he undressed. He kept sniffling like he was trying to suck up every molecule left behind. His brow was furrowed. His teeth were clenched. You'd never seen him like this. He looked unhinged. You couldn't tell if your body's growing arousal was from fear or desire. Plus, you weren't sure if you were supposed to talk, but you couldn't bear the silence. "It looks... intense..."

"It is, it is." Lalo laughed as he tugged his boxer briefs down. Now that he had a hand to spare, he took the bag out of his mouth and stroked himself. His cock was already at half-mast before he even touched it, and it didn't take long for him to get the rest up. "You want some? You're gonna love it."

You knew he meant the coke, but your eyes were somewhere else. Your gaze was locked on the bulging veins in both his hand and his cock. Coke dick really was just a myth. You'd have what he was having. "Yeah... yeah, gimme some..."

Lalo sneered and put his hand on your shoulder. "Then get on your fucking knees." He growled and pushed you down before you could do it yourself.

You dropped to your knees on the plush bedroom carpet. You went to grab onto him, but he swatted your hand away as he continued to pump himself.

“No, no. Watch me. I’m gonna give you a line, okay?” Lalo’s voice was eerily nurturing. It usually was when he talked to you, but you expected the coke to change that somehow. He took his hand off himself to open the bag, scooped some out, and placed a pretty sizable bump on his shaft. He hastily poked it into a line. “You know how to snort something, right? Just hold one nostril and sniff. It's not hard. It'll hit you hard, though, so just be ready."

As Lalo held himself steady, you leaned in, poking one nostril shut, and snorted the whole line as quickly as you could. He wasn't kidding. It did hit you hard. It hit you upside the head like a heavyweight champion, and you recoiled just so. You pulled off dry-heaving as it hit you, still holding his dick like a lifeline. When you remembered where you were and what you were doing, one thing, one solitary goal became your purpose, and all your other worries melted away.

Cock.

Cooooock...

Ever the desperate slut, you latched your mouth onto him, slurping up whatever trace of the drug that was stuck to his skin. Though honestly, he was a drug in and of himself. And you were a junkie. You were a junkie who'd do anything to get a hit.

Lalo knew that. He knew how easy you were. He knew you'd do anything for him, so he gladly took advantage of that. He laughed and clenched your hair in his fist as you serviced him.

"Good boy."

#anon #ask #better call saul #bcs #better call saul x reader #bcs x reader #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #better call saul headcanons #better call saul hcs #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca smut #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca imagine #lalo salamanca hcs #intox kink #intox tw

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Who was in charge of marketing for Harry Potter?

(This isn't about She Who Must Not Be Named or her bigotry. This is purely about the business of bookselling.)

If you were a YA reader at the time, or you're into fandom history, you might know the story: July 16, 2005, in the wee hours of the morning a car pulls up to a bunch of teens and children standing outside a bookstore, and some jackass shouts at the top of their lungs: "Snape kills Dumbledore!" and then speeds away.

That story was infamous. THE biggest plot twist of THE biggest book series in the world, spoiled before anyone could even crack the pages.

Which is... actually kinda weird, right? How'd they know?

Had they read an advance copy? Did they stand in line since like 4 PM to get their hands on the book, and then the second they got their hands on it just frantically start skimming the last hundred pages or so until they found a particularly devastating bomb to drop? (Trolls being trolls, this was not considered particularly extreme behavior).

Or were they paid to do it?

This is adult me with conspiracy goggles on, but consider: The message that was sent is not that a character killed another character, but that no matter how hard you try to avoid spoiling your favorite story, some bad-faith actor is going to jump out of the bushes and do it anyway. There's no time to wait for your library's copy to be available, no time for your friend or your sibling to finish and hand it to you-- you have to buy your own copy right the fuck now.

And everybody and their sibling (literally, people were buying multiple copies per family) around the world buying the same book in the space of the same two weeks? That is how a book guarantees a spot on every international best seller list for a long ass time.

The thing is, whether this was a deliberate move or an amazingly convenient and lucrative bit of trolling does not matter. Regardless of the source, the marketing department pounced on an opportunity. Every brick-and-mortar bookstore left had piles of bookmarks and buttons, posters plastered on the windows, dividing readers into one of two teams: either "Trust Snape" or "Snape is a Bad Man". People wearing those pins sparked conversation and debate in real life, to say nothing of what was going on in the forums. Essays and treatises and manifestos were written. Books were published-- both officially licensed materials and unofficial ones full of theories and details.

When that next and final release was coming out, you bet your ass everybody on the planet was going to be there (or risk another drive-by spoiler). When the next movie was released that November, it didn't matter that what had come before was kinda iffy in quality-- people were showing up in costume.

Even before The Drive By Spoilering, the marketing team was honestly the stuff of legend. Gorgeous hand-illustrated covers and chapter header artwork, branded title fonts that could be recognized from a mile away in the dark, big fancy displays present in every single school book fair, and then that website-- the official website was a thing of absolute beauty, especially in that time. It was colorful and had a million moving parts and secrets to uncover, it was updated frequently and with a lot of little secret extra tidbits on the character and world, and oodles of essays from the author herself that were often very endearing to the readership. It was a gathering place for fans as much as the fan-run websites.

(I should point out that with marketing this robust, I have no doubt in my mind that all those tidbits and essays were themselves run past the team for approval, to make sure nothing particularly egregious slipped through the cracks. But that kind of editing isn't cheap, and I suspect it would only really have been employed during the Important Years for the franchise.)

I remember wanting to be a writer as a teenager, embarking on that career as I got out into the world and started querying books I'd written, and for every single one of us in the writing community, that kind of marketing was the dream. The midnight releases in full costume, the gorgeous custom covers, the posters in every library and bookstore, the breathtaking website. But all of those things turn out to be heinously expensive, and for every franchise that returns on that investment, there were dozens, perhaps hundreds, who didn't make back enough, or cover their expenses at all. And that's where you get to the point where querying authors were advised to establish massive followings on social media in order to demonstrate that they were a safe bet, that half the work was already done if the publishers would just give us a chance-- and sure, for some of them that effort did get them publishing contracts. At which point, even if the publishers felt inclined to spend more than a pittance on promoting new authors' work, there wasn't any point in doing so to the degree that the Harry Potter books received. There's little room to stand out in a saturated market; a flash in the pan is only impressive if the pan isn't already on fire.

These days there's little hope of any one new author rising to that kind of fame, though with self-promotion and self-advocacy, a lot more diverse authors are starting to carve out places for themselves. But marketing yourself is exhausting, and it's expensive, and it makes you vulnerable to all sorts of stupid blunders and career-ending missteps.

I'd rather stay indie. But I wouldn't say no to that marketing team.

#harry potter as a cultural phenomenon #the business of writing #writing woes

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I don’t want to start drama and I don’t think Damen raped Laurent but like… Damens been raping sex slaves since he was thirteen lol like they were slaves and could not consent, ergo: rape. That Damen/Akielos didn’t think of it that way and that Damen would be horrified by such an accusation doesn’t mean we in the modern world shouldn’t recognize it as rape. I do love Damen as a character for what it’s worth but yeah. Def a rapist. As is Laurent, for that matter, who I also love.

Hmm are you sure you don't want to create drama lol.

Okay so this is touching on some very emotive topics.

All I'm going to say is yep, absolutely. Laurent and Damen are morally grey characters by today's legal standards and moral values. They inflict grievous bodily harm, and they kill. Both of them leave victims in their wake.

Readings of this text can be done in multiple ways, and the fact that it is basically original slash fiction that was meant to be 'slavefic' and explore that as a kink, meant once it moved to traditional publishing and came outside of that particular context, the content was always going to be problematic. I do think Pacat pulls off an extraordinary feat by turning something originally meant to be sexy and a kink exploration, into something with such meaningful, complex characterisation

I want to throw something out there, about legal definitions of crime, in terms of the rape in the novel. There are two aspects: 'actus reus' which translates as the act of committing the crime, and 'mens rea' which is the intention to commit the crime. You need both to convict someone. In the UK, where I was born and brought up, consent relates to both- so as soon as you commit the act of raping someone without consent, you also have the 'mens rea' of intention.

Now under that definition, yep, you would call Laurent and Damen rapists. No arguments from me there.

If you did want to delve a little deeper, this is what I would say:-

Essentially, both Laurent and Damen absolutely commit actus reus, in terms of rape, Damen by having sex with slaves and Laurent by what he does when he drugs Damen and tries to have Govart rape him in the ring, and when he forces Damen to undergo fellatio by Ancel (under UK law, 'causing someone to have sexual activity' is also a sexual offence, I'm actually not sure if it would be seen as rape, but in my eyes it is). Laurent most definitely also has the 'mens rea', he did those things with the intent that Damen be raped and sexually assaulted.

Damen, I do feel is more complicated, because I think it can be successfully argued that he had the 'actus reus' but not the 'mens rea'. You can feel free to disagree with me on this. Your reading of the text is your own. This is fiction and not real life. The world of the books is not our world.

Damen has had 'kinghood' hammered into him since a child. Think of what Akielon thinking is like around that: Be the perfect warrior. Be the perfect man. Be virile. Take slaves as it is a source of 'extreme pride' to your people. Slaves are trained to be submissive, they crave a master, they submit and you treat them perfectly. That is the trade off, and it is honourable.

Damen didn't actually see slaves as people, in the same way that he would literally anyone else in society. It's horrific, no doubt about that. But Damen has never ever questioned or critiqued his culture, as slavery is ingrained into every part of it. That would also go against what his father Theomedes believed in too, and Damen was raised to be obedient to him, and lived his life striving to please his father completely. Damen treated his slaves perfectly, so he thought, and he thought of that as part of his moral duty. You can see that Damen literally risks so much to ensure the safety of the consignment of slaves at Arles. He also sees what Govart did to Erasmus as rape (which it was), and is filled with righteous anger and outrage over it. This all tells us a lot about his world view.

Remember that Damen as a prince is literally 'exalted', considered on a higher level to normal people, so much so that his body servants in KR cannot dress him without extreme nervousness as the intimacy of touching his body is too disrespectful ('death to lay hands on the son of the king'). Slaves can do it, as they are literally so submissive that they will do anything they are ordered to. It angers and displeases the Akielons in KR, that Damen refuses slaves, and he still soldiers on regardless. I would wager, in terms of his upbringing Damen would be pretty touch-starved if it weren't for slaves (and wrestling!) because he literally is not supposed to be touched! Imagine the head-fuck of having that as your normal way of being (it's also why, alongside notions of Akeilon masculinity, I don't think he was hugged for most of his life, until Laurent in ch 12 of KR). To sum up: Damen has no conception in terms of his world view that what he's doing to slaves is rape, therefore his 'mens rea' is, arguably, actually not there. When Laurent accuses him of being a rapist, he visibly recoils in horror, as that's simply not something he thinks he would ever do.

As soon as Damen experiences the true horrors of slavery for himself, he understands slaves are human beings, something he didn't really get before, and he becomes an abolitionist. He refuses to have sex with them, as now he knows it’s rape, and won't even be served by them. It isn't just that Damen is in love with Laurent, and doesn't want to have sex with anyone but him. He has changed his own world view, by being on the other side of the fence, in a country that was not his own, but also of his own volition and now has the ability to make the right choices.

So, whether you see him as a rapist or not, is entirely up to you. But people are going to read his actions differently when it comes to his 'mens rea', and I think that's something that has to be accepted as part of fandom discourse. I also find it interesting, that for some reason, Laurent's actions which so much more clearly had the intent of inflicting sexual acts by force, are seen as secondary to Damen's apparently. Make of that what you will 🌚

#captive prince #damen of akielos #laurent of vere #ask

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