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a-dinosaur-a-day · 10 months

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Mammal bias is esp rampant in the pet community. I've had pet reptiles and spiders/tarantulas since I was about 10 and being told right to me face that the animals I cared for and cherished were gross and weird and some even "jokingly" staid they would gladly stomp on.

Nothing against dogs and cats but if you wouldn't say that about someone's dog or cat why would you say that to anyone who loves their pets?

Yup yup yup. Honestly, I've always known mammal bias was a thing, and when I majored in biology it was shoved down my throat, but I kind of figured its scope was limited or not really that damaging until I got my pet birds.

Apartments list themselves as pet friendly, but they only ever mean cats and dogs (and good luck trying to find ones that have other pets listed as okay online - same for temporary lodging)

Vets are usually only trained in cats and dogs, and it is impossible to find vets for other species close by - sometimes, at all - fish literally are done a major disservice alone

Homes and group living areas like townhouses, apartment buildings, etc. are not built with the safety of non-catdog pets in mind. How many have linked ventilation systems, which would endanger birds to emissions from other homes?

Service animals can only be dogs. Because dogs were literally bred to be our obedient servants. Never mind that other animals are more intelligent, and can also be trained. Just dogs.

Heck, cats and dogs even form a binary! Are you a cat lover or a dog lover? If you say neither, you get weird looks, and are accused of hating animals! Even though that's only two animals out of the billions!

And of course there's the death threats. Whether its someone threatening to kill someone's pet tarantula, to stomp on their snake, or eat their chicken, that just comes up again and again.

Cats and Dogs are elevated to essentially human status, because they are companion animals in our society and seen as part of the family. But no one can fathom that other pets are seen as family, too, that we'd like the same level of care and respect given to them.

like take this example: many people suggest eating non-cat/dog pets on the internet, and they're hardly ever called out or criticized. "It's just a joke!" and all that. Never mind these pets are beloved animals, and not actually a threat to anyone. Meanwhile, outdoor cats are actively causing ecological collapse. But if you suggest any form of aggressive population control - not of people's pets, of feral cats - you get called a monster. These aren't even beloved animals, just the *concept* of a cat is enough to make people lose their heads. this is a blatant double standard. an actively damaging double standard.

anyways if you want a non cat/dog pet remember to research vets and housing rules for your area before you accidentally screw yourself.

I would be remiss if I didn't add an afterthought that while small mammal pets and other mammals other than cats and dogs do have better vet treatment and some other benefits thanks to mammal bias, they often face similar struggles, and this hierarchy for pets really has cats and dogs on a pedestal lording over everyone else - including rabbits, hamsters, and especially mice and rats, and all other mammal pets as well as pets in other groups.

I hate cat-dog supremacy so much it sends me into a blind rage. Like, there isn't a 24-hr emergency vet for birds within three hours of me. I either have to drive that long or wait till my (hour away!) daytime vet opens up if I have an emergency. Birds can bleed out fast. This is just negligence. And there are so many animals, not only birds, that have been bred for captivity and rely on us. It is irresponsible and cruel that we designate them second-class pet...izens.

oof, you probably didn't expect this long of a ramble, I'll leave it off there.

#cats #dogs #pets #mammal bias #cat/dog supremacy #petblr

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fimbry · 10 months

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This is going to be a long post, a mix of what happened and then what Charlie meant to me. TW pet death

Charlie has passed away after eating 2 bad rats from Big Cheese Rodent Factory. She regurgitated 3 days after feeding and died two days later. I have been purchasing f/t rats from Big Cheese for years, and if my friend hadn't been having these same problems with the same batch of jumbo rats I would have thought this could be a freak incident or a mistake on my part. However, my friend's snakes are also regurgitating and one has died after eating these jumbo rats, and we bought them during the same Mother's Day sale. Same batch. I'll be getting a necropsy on Charlie to see if that has any answers as to what was off with the rats.

Now I get it that sometimes food safety measures don't get carried out every time and most suppliers have some kind of scandal like this, but the company's callous response and refusal to even entertain that it could be their rats at fault is pretty fucked up and has me a bit heated. It's just a "coincidence" my friend's and my snakes are getting sick/dying after eating rats from the same batch. Eye roll. The money doesn't even matter to me at this point so I may not message them further about this, I'm just so upset over the cold response and the loss of Charlie.

The email response from them:

With that out of the way, I do want to share what Charlie meant to me. She was a very special animal, I thought of her as the "matriarch" of my collection as I have a good number of her kids and grandchildren still with me. Four of each actually if I'm counting, and I love them so very much.

When I got Charlie I was still pretty green in the hobby. Yes I'd had snakes for years, my cornsnake and then a couple ball pythons, and even a Sumatran short-tail, my beloved Svid, but these were all very "easy" snakes... I learned with them, but I was not challenged the way that Charlie challenged me. I got Charlie as a full adult, she was my first blood python and I had not even planned to get into bloods until I saw her. I was planning to focus on Sumatran short tails, but Charlie changed things.

Charlie came out of the shipping bag striking and bit me on the finger immediately. Now I'm not sure if anyone remembers this but that video of the two little brothers "Charlie bit my finger" is how Charlie got her name lol.

The first 4 months were... challenging. I could not even touch her directly. I was so afraid I'd made a mistake. Charlie was a 17lb adult blood python, far bigger than my other snakes, and she was TERRIFIED of me. She wanted me to go to hell, and would send me there herself if only she could. We spent a lot of time together, just me sitting near her open enclosure and her glaring at me. Over the months we went from no contact, to minimal contact, until finally I was able to at least clean her without too much trouble. She liked routine, liked to know what was going to happen next. Any deviation from the routine and the trust would be broken, she'd be full of fear again. It was a few years of doing things purely by her strict rules.

Around 2014, something clicked. She began to actually trust that I wasn't going to hurt her and didn't have bad intentions. We seemed to have an actual understanding where if something happened out of the norm, she wouldn't react badly. I could even take her out for pictures and she behaved! Soon I was able to pet her, touch her tail (which I was doing a lot about now since I was trying to figure out why my "male" was not breeding, ha), even pet her head. I was still a bit wary of her, but we were in a good place. As the years went on, our trust grew deeper and I knew she wouldn't bite me, and she knew I was a safe person.

She also showed me how intelligent these snakes could be. She could tell people apart which became obvious if she saw anyone besides me. While I had earned her trust, others had not, so I refrained from taking her out if others were around. While she was a big beautiful animal, I couldn't take her out to show guests. I respected her all the more for it, if I'm honest. She knew what she was about, and I didn't push that.

Over the years she ended up giving me three clutches of beautiful babies, she did such a good job. After her last clutch in 2021, she started showing her age. She was nearing 20 years old, if not over, and had begun getting wrinkled scales and grew a cataract in one eye. I decided to retire her from breeding and let her enjoy her golden years in peace. Pythons can live a very long time, so I expected to have another ~10 years with her.

I'm devastated that her retirement was cut short like this, devastated that I was robbed of more time together. We had both grown and changed a lot over the last 12 years together, and she really was a picture of "to be loved is to be changed." My sweet old lady who knew me, and I knew her. ♥

#python brongersmai #reptiblr #snake #blood python #Charlie #tw pet death

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inthememetime · 11 months

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Cursed necklace DPxDC AU

Vlad is a 24yr-old student who dies in college...in the early 1900s. Since then, he has haunted the University of Wisconsin by virtue of his his old necklace.

He likes the school- and the students like him! Since photography became accessible, students, teachers, staff, and visitors alike have been trying to get photos with him, students bribe him to help with homework (after all, he's been auditing classes for a century), mainly with cheep beer, fried cheese-related foods, and (since some kid introduced him to the Green Bay Packers), Packers memorabilia.

The students leave the game on for him, and the brave ones turn the lights off and leave a spot open for him in the hopes of seeing the Wisconsin University ghost up close and personal. (If they combine this with cheese sticks and beer, it's a near guarantee).

In general, he's a beloved figure. But then the Fentons start college there. At first, it's cool! These humans have made machines to let them listen to him (with some translation errors), they're building a portal to the GZ, which means he can have other ghosts to talk to, again, and they're fun!

Oh. Wait. They're being kicked out because they tried something unethical. Oh well! Somebody just turned on a Packers game, and he can smell the cheesesticks already.

Little does he know, the Fentons have created their prototype thermos. Until his necklace (and due to the lack of ambient ectoplasm), essentially his core is in there.

For 15. Long. Years.

Danny- not as Phantom, just Danny- finds the box and, with the curiosity of a 9-year-old opens the box. Soon, he's contaminated, despite his new buddy trying to keep him safe. And dies. Yep 9 year old Phantom.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! See Damian was a TWIN! Bruce is, when he tracks down said twin, Very Displeased by the lack of safety measures, and takes his other biological son (and his son's sister who is only 12 rn) home with him.

Bruce does NOT know about his hitchhiker; a centuries-old vampire ghost. He also doesn't know Danny's dead. More under the cut!

Clark gets mind controlled and tries to start a fight. Tries being the operative word here, because his 9-year-old is fighting a grown Kryptonian. And winning.

Plasmius steals cheese a lot, turns TVs to Packers games, and is generally a nuisance. Constantine is called.

Constantine has a new best friend because holy shit, a real ghost who's willing to talk to him! He can get so much info!

Bruce: Can you get him out of my house? Plasmius: Where Danny goes, I go.

Danny: Hey, can I have this? *eats a blob ghost in front of everyone*. *shares half with Plasmius*

Constantine is both horrified and curious. Clark gets punted across state lines by a vampire ghost who was Not Happy his kiddo got in a fight. Jason gets therapy a la a 12-year-old girl, a 9-year-old half-dead kid, and a centuries-old ghost.

There's enough ambient ectoplasm to thrive on, so Plasmius can roam and Danny can start learning powers. Vlad starts teaching Jason on the sly too.

Danny starts talking to bats, cats, rats, and a snake Damian rescued. Damian takes him to break into zoos to see what else he can talk to. Bruce is tired.

Plasmius uses his doubles for housework purposes in exchange for cheese from Alfred. Alfred abuses this shamelessly to drag Bruce up from the cave and make him eat.

Jasmine is Aggressively Normal. To the point where they're considering therapy, but then she gets kidnapped, talks to Harley, and embraces her alter identity as The Mindflayer.

Ok fine, she admits that is a little villainous. Maybe she can be Wraith or something? "Look, it seems you guys are being a little too upset about-", " Jazmine, you turned the Joker into a vegetable." Jason: YEAH she did! C'mon, we're going to have some fun, kids!

Just- Bruce thought he was getting two kids from an abusive household. He did NOT sign up for 2 half-dead OP kids, a cheese and football-obsessed vampire ghost, and a...NO, Danny, you CANNOT keep the giant green hellhound. Damien, stop encouraging him!

#danny phantom #inthememetime #vlad masters #danny phantom au #dp x dc #danny fenton #redeemed vlad masters #batfam

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almondmilktargaryen · 4 months

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A Son for a Son (A Debt Paid)

Summary: Jaehaerys is dead. Aemond is to blame. But how can a parent grieve for a child no one knew was his?

Couple: Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen (kinda)

Category: General, angst, fucking sad

Content warnings: Spoilers for HotD season 2/Fire & Blood, mentions of Targcest, a dead kid

Word count: 1.5k

Also on my Ao3

All that illuminated Aemond’s room was the fire. The handmaidens must have lit it before everything happened. Not a single one was in sight now, nor a guard. They were with everyone else. Handmaidens were likely assigned to clean up the blood, take away the boy’s body, and attend to the king and queen’s every need at this grievous hour. Their mother and grandsire likely coordinated patrols and assembled the guards.

Thank the gods for all that. Thank the gods that Aemond chose to train so young. Because unless his dreadful uncle crashes through his chambers on Ceraxes and ends this war before it truly starts, he does not require support. No. More than anything, he requires solitude. He has not even bothered washing the blood off his face. It was nothing compared to the amount on his hands, his awful role in all of this. His mother tried cleaning him up, reaching for his cheek with a handkerchief, but he pushed it away. “Helaena,” was all he said before she left him alone.

He was by her bed then, on the floor, back against the frame and the feather-filled mattress. Helaena’s room was a powder blue with silver accents throughout; an unintentional ode to her beloved Dreamfyre. The spattering of blood stood out against the cotton and velvet materials, making it easy for Aemond to trace the one slice from start to finish. That was all he saw, actually.

He hadn’t had the heart to tell Helaena about Storm’s End, not wanting to worry her about the idea of a war and her children’s safety. He had an earful (and a harsh slap) from his mother when he finally caved upon his return but hoped to forget about it when in Helaena’s chambers. There, they would sit for hours, sometimes in complete silence, and let the children discover the smallest aspects of the world within the four walls of that room. When Aemond was with them, it was the safest place they could be.

Two days later, his world shattered like the legend of a second moon crashing into the sun, unleashing dragons upon the world. Except the sun for him was the smell of sewer rats that filled the bedroom rather than faint perfumes, two filthy men with blades to Jaehaerys and Maelor.

“A son for a son,” they said.

Before he could even think to reach for either of the boys, he leaped for Helaena, urging her to cover her ears as he pulled her away, keeping her from witnessing the inevitable.

He witnessed it, the slice. He heard it. It was quick, yes. Jaehaerys did not have the chance to even scream before it was done. And Aemond still cannot decide if that is good or bad. He finds his heart broken regardless, merely pieces and tendrils hanging in his rib cage. The blood was now dry, but he could feel the spray on his face like it was still happening; warm, and from a boy with so much spirit. He felt it over and over as he thought of him. A soul so delicate for a Targaryen boy, he never thought it was possible. He was still holding his dragon toy when Aemond walked in, painted black and gold. Aegon had it made for him. Jaehaerys expressed his desire to have a dragon that resembled his toy, even though he had already formed a bond with Shrykos. Goldfyre, he called it, following his parents’ bonded dragons. And, of course, there was blood on that too.

Then, Aemond ran for his balcony, gripping the ledge like a dragon’s claws embedded into the top of a castle. But instead of flaunting such fearsome grace, his knees shook as he vomited into the bushes meters below. The boy’s head rolled around on the floor, like a ball made of stone. And Aemond is quick on his feet. He is known for being quick on his feet, for his reputation with the blade, and he has the scar to prove his determination. But when one of those vile men grabbed Jaehaerys—his head—upon their escape, all Aemond could think was that he was about to rip his son’s hair right out of his scalp.

He had such gorgeous hair. Icy white, as though the moon touched it. And curls from the Hightowers proved to prevail for another generation. He had lilac eyes. A true Targaryen. Well, they were more of a violet shade. They were Helaena’s eyes. He almost cried when he discovered that, just three days after he was born. The maesters were concerned with his eleven fingers and twelve toes, but Helaena had to hold Aemond back when he insisted he was perfect the way he was. That was all he saw, his perfect boy.

He lost his perfect boy because he let his confidence morph into arrogance. He was too stupid to see it before it was too late, before Vhagar writhed against his will, against his attempts at High Valyrian commands. Arrax’s ultimate sign of life screeched out from him before his remains, wings, tail, and all returned to the storm clouds. But Lucerys, that bastard, was nowhere to be found amongst the falling carnage. He did not look at Vhagar the entire ride home. Blood trailed from her mouth, and that was all he could bear to see.

Helaena screeched too when she opened her eyes. Somehow she was louder than the young dragon, and she squirmed from Aemond’s hold like she was trapped in Vhagar’s jaws herself. Blood pooled on the floor, staining his sister's dress as she held him, her headless son. It seeped between her fingers. She screamed so hard, so loud, Aemond was convinced her lungs were on the verge of explosion, ripping themselves apart with her soul. Their mother burst in, then their grandsire and guards, but not Aegon. Aemond would not even expect him to drop everything for his Maelor, let alone for the ones that are not even his.

In the midst of it all, Jaehaera hid under the bed. When he told her it was safe, all she said was, “Are you bleeding, Uncle Aemond?” Her lilac eyes, pale ones like his, still flickered in the dark.

“No, my sweet, I’m fine. The evil men are gone.”

“Mummy’s crying.”

“I know. Don’t come out yet, alright? Let grandmother and grandpapa handle some things first. I need you to be calm.” And he waited there, his back to the bed like a dog on guard, like a father protecting his daughter. His only child now. His hand crept under the bed until he felt hers. He remembered when she was just a baby, how her hand could only wrap around a single finger. That baby was still warm, maybe (hopefully) still a little innocent, but she was here. Her hand in his proved she was still here. It was when Alicent fell to her knees by Aemond, checking him for wounds, that he was forced to let her go.

Discovering Aemond on the balcony, Alicent took a kneeling position once more. She did not drop like she did just minutes (or maybe hours) ago. She still had a handkerchief in her hand, clean and ready. Aemond leaned in and let her wipe, using her spit like every mother does for help. She rubbed harshly. Aemond did not care. He barely felt it. When she was done, her arms slacked like she carried Jaehaerys’ body out to the maesters herself.

“She will never forgive me for this, mother,” Aemond says. “When she finds out this is my doing, she will never forgive me.”

Alicent swallowed, her lips disappearing for a moment. “We have guards on patrol, one every three meters. One should be coming to your room in a—”

“I do not need a guard.”

“This is not the time for arguments, Aemond.”

His grief started hardening. Every bone in his body that he would have broken in exchange for Jaehaerys’ life was ready to annihilate anyone who dared to step or fly onto the Red Keep’s grounds. It was a similar feeling to when his father commanded him to look up at his king, his eye freshly sliced and sewn.

“Put me on patrol.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Mother, I have to—”

“You’ve made enough stupid mistakes in one week, haven’t you?” The moment she said it aloud, Aemond knew she regretted it. He saw it in her eyes, a moment of clarity washing over them, turning glassy like when she watched a maester sew him up almost ten years ago. Where the anger grew in him, it dissolved in her. She held his hand then as if she closed around it a little tighter, she would take away her son’s pain.

She held his hand again here, a thumb rubbing back and forth over his knuckles. “We cannot risk losing two family members in one night. You need to grieve for your son.”

The air escaping Aemond’s lungs was involuntary, like the squeeze of a dying breath. His head knocked against the barrier as he looked up at the moon. His mother wiped under his eye. He had not even felt the tears. His face was heated. The anger, the shame, the endless guilt, all boiled inside him like the dragon’s blood he was not sure he wanted anymore. He crumbles into his mother’s open arms. And she held him tight all the same.

“My son.” He finally sobbed. “They killed my son!”

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betweenblackberrybranches · 1 year

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Wait so about the rlgl au, do the boys know about the rule that staff can't interact with the bots? If they don't, do they ever figure out? Do they assume that y/n just doesn't want to talk to them when they avoid them? When do the boys first catch a glimpse of y/n in their workplace? Xhdjsijdisjsjd I'm in love with your big brain aus

Hi my beloved moot💓💞💞💗💓

Yea they know all the rules and details of contracts for staff and bots, for as much as the staff is not allowed to interact with them they are also not allowed to interact with staff.

Obviously there are situations in which that rule does not apply, like for instance, only hypotheticly, a fire... then all rules are lifted to ensure the safety of everyone cough mostly just the extreamly wealthy customers, secondly the staff. The bots can be easily replaced by newer modles so they are not prioritized cough

So yea if they knew that Y/N is part of the staff they would understand why they keep a distance and either leave them alone or do their best to cover up that they know eachother, depending on how far along their relstionship is. But Y/N doesn't know that, they do not fully trust Sun and Moon to not rat them out or say/do something incriminating, so they try to keep it a secret from them.

I have a few ideas how the reveal could go... maby ill actually go full on "accidently undercover" mode and make multiple non canon scenarios about how they find out

#i ramble #ask #rlgl au #good question #i will say it again and again #go read accidently undercover by lavenoon #its so good #also if i make multiple reveals one will definetly have a fire at the workplace #for the angst

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 26 – Pale Lights by ErraticErrata

Okay technically this is a web serial, not a book – you can find it here – but a) it’s divided into ‘books’ and the first one recently finished, b) I’ve read like 350,000 words of it at this point and c) I want to talk about it a bit.

So, Pale Lights is a fantasy adventure story, set in a world where some prehistoric cataclysm left humanity living in a truly vast (multi-continental) cavern beneath the earth, full of old gods and devils and a darkness that will sink into you if you go too long without exposing yourself to the Glare of light spilling down from various openings in the firmament (and potentially stored in a variety of magic devices). It stars Tristain, a conman and gutter rat who accidentally killed the wrong man, and Angharad, a minor noblewoman fleeing assassins after the slaughter of her family, as they flee their enemies into the theoretical safety of the Watch, a sovereign military order that might get you killed hunting down rogue devils but is more than powerful enough to offer amnesty to all its recruits and force everyone else to go along with it. Specifically they both try to join through the fastest and most guaranteed method there is – survive and pass the trials on the Dominion of Lost Things, and your spot among their ranks is totally assured.

As you might expect, this doesn’t exactly go according to plan for either of them.

The plot’s sufficiently full of twists and detours that I’m not going to bother trying to give any sort of detailed synopsis, but one incredibly endearing thing about the whole serial is that it’s structured around these three deadly trials intended to test one’s mettle and worthiness, and absolutely none of them go according to plan. Which, speaking as someone who is generally left pretty annoyed by stories where the entire plot is ‘and then the protagonist surpassed the entirely artifical problems an outside authority put in front of them, meeting expectations perfectly!’, I really did greatly enjoy.

The plot was also just satisfyingly and surprisingly brutal – EE’s previous gargantuan serial was explicitly (though increasingly theoretically as it went on) YA, and made plot armour an explicit part of the setting’s metaphysics. Pale Light is...very much that. There were several points where it felt like at least one named, fleshed out character with their own arc was dying horribly every chapter. Bracing! Relatedly, and necessary for that, the cast is big, into the dozens of fleshed out characters the plot leaves behind and goes back to whenever they’re relevant or on screen again. Which is the sort of indulgence you can get away with in a web serial. (I’ve actually seen a lot of people complain that the cast was too large or hard to keep to track of. Those people are weak.)

Speaking of characters – the supporting cast is great, and a decent number of them are well-drawn and earnestly compelling, but a story like this really lives or dies on the strength of its protagonists. And I’d say Pale Lights passes that test with flying colours – Tristain and Angharad are both more than strong enough to carry a story on their own, but jumping between them lets the story have a lot of fun with their biases and what they assume or overlook, and their (very different and often wildly misinformed) perspectives on each other, their goals, and the supporting cast are just a joy. EE’s always had a real talent for internal monologue and character voice (even in my least-favorite bits of A Practical Guide to Evil, Cat’s perspective was a consistent delight), and being able to consistently jump between and develop two here really makes them shine.

The fact that they’re both a) actually adults, b) morally dubious and c) incredibly devoted to a particular sense of morality and ethics that’s minimum 30 degrees off anything conventionally ‘good’ helps a lot, too. Tristain my beloved shameless vendetta-obsessed will-knife-anyone-but-his-closest-friends-without-a-second-thought gutter rat.

It’s actually really quite interesting how, despite one being a chivalry-obsessed bravo whose word is her bond and so finesses her oaths and promises like a mobbed up lawyer and the other being a street criminal second story man with a sideline in poisons, they’re both really incredibly defined by a fixation on loyalty and vengeance.

The setting is interesting, though the narrative does sometimes feel a bit like it’s straining under the weight of all the weirdness piled onto it, with the whole ‘everyone’s underground and 90% of light is artificial’ thing. The various gods are all interestingly eldritch, especially Tristain and Angharad’s patrons (Fortuna probably my third favourite character in the whole thing overall), the devils and lemures and monsters are all fucked up and horrifying in a really fun way, and the magic is appropriately occult-seeming.

I’m not sure if it’s good or bad, exactly, but I do find the utter shamelessness with which EE copies real world cultures to create fantasy counterparts kind of endearing? I really can’t overstate how incredibly obvious it is that, like, ‘this empire is based on the Aztecs. They border this feudal mess based on India, and this league of Republics based on China. The main city the story launched from is Venice. The big creepy cursed academy is called the Scholomance. The treaty with the devils binding them not to eat people is called the Iscariot Accord. Die mad about it.” Gives the whole thing a real tabletop RPG setting vibe, honestly.

Anyway, can’t really say to what degree my attachment to this was built from the Stockholm Syndrome of following it week-to-week, but probably one of my favourite stories read this year, and eagerly looking forward to book 2.

#book review #pale lights #erraticerrata #sff #web serial

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adhd-coyote · 17 days

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For the ask game, knight kote!?

Hello, beloved Spoon <3 Unsurprising that you chose one of the angstiest ones to ask about!

"Fox. He will win. No one can stop it. But I can protect you, I can protect everyone, all of our vode." "At the cost of Ob- General Kenobi’s life?" "Yes. One General, for all of us. All of the Vode. Isn’t their safety- our safety- worth the life of one General?" Fox is silent for a long moment. Kote dares to hope that he’s convinced him. And then he leaves, and Kote is alone. - "Fox," Obi-Wan had been listening to the conversation in the brig. "I know this hard for you. I would never wish this on anyone." His Commander simply nodded, staying as silent with him as he was with his brother. "What would happen if we fake my death?" Fox paused. Considered. "I… don’t know. Would it even work? Would Cody even agree? He’s- he’s terrified, Obi-Wan. I don’t even know if we could trust him to keep it a secret." Obi-Wan closed his eyes and consulted the Force. The Force had been clouded and hard to parse throughout this whole war. But, in this moment, he found a nugget of clarity. "Then we fool Cody, too. We show him a dead Jedi."

Yet another fic I'm co-writing with @darknight-brightstar (we get into a lot of mischief together). In this au, Cody is sent to the Coruscant Guard while Fox is Commander of the 212th. Cody does not handle the hell of Coruscant as well as Fox would, and in his desperation to protect his Corries, makes a deal with the devil. Kote is Palpatine's attack dog - his Knight - and in exchange, Palpatine helps Cody provide for the Guard. Near the end of the war, Palpatine gives Kote his toughest assignment yet- kill General Kenobi. Kote fails, and tries to convince Fox to do it in his place. Fox and Obi-Wan come up with a plan- Obi-Wan fakes his death and Fox returns to Coruscant to act as the not-yet-established Rebellion's man on the inside.

Rat and I are very, very mean to Fox in this fic. Poor man goes through so much. Don't worry though, he gets plenty of Obi-Wan cuddles at the end of it.

Ask game

#ask game #current wip #commander fox #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #fanfiction #obifox #foxobi #obi wan x fox #coruscant guard #212th commander fox #corrie cody #angst

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finleyforevermore · 1 month

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As native Gazans, the plight of my family weighs heavily on my heart. Trapped in our beloved city of Rafah, they sought refuge there after my grandmother's cancer diagnosis necessitated treatment unavailable elsewhere. However, the encroaching presence of a militant force has turned our once vibrant home into a battleground. Hindered by my grandmother's frail health, fleeing was not an option. Now, they are ensnared atop an apartment building overrun by militia, surrounded by danger and uncertainty. My aunts, both battling illness and injuries, along with my young cousins, are trapped in a nightmare. As a fellow Gazan and well-wishers, I implore you to extend your compassion and aid. Please, help us bring my family to safety amidst this turmoil.

Consider extending your support to my family during this hour of darkness.

You're repulsive. Preying on others' kindness and trying to capitalize off of the suffering of real people. You sicken me. You repulse me. You utterly disgust me. I truly wonder how you sleep at night, masking as a person who is suffering great amounts and taking advantage of naive people who are giving their money to you instead of real people who need real help. I really don't think you disgusting little rats can go any lower. My bio don't send donation asks. Pay attention next time, vermin. Leave my blog alone.

#queued #scam alert #scams #scammers #gaza scam #scam

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theoakleafpancake · 1 year

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13. Judgement

“A king must judge, and must be judged.”

The King was dead, Lief’s friends said. And a good thing, too, Lief thought savagely, as again he hurried for home. The king deserved to die for the suffering he had brought to his people.

- The Forests of Silence

“You are a trickster and deceiver!” he cried, slipping his hands under his shirt, feeling the Belt’s fastenings. “No wonder you are doomed to guard this bridge until truth and lies are one!”

- The Lake of Tears

“Perhaps we do,” said Lief bitterly. “But at least our crime is only foolishness. You, however, are a liar. You pretend to be on the side of those who would resist the Shadow Lord, and all the time you help to feed his servants. You deal with Grey Guards as friends.”

- City of the Rats

“Beg?” Lief exclaimed, horrified.

Barda glanced at him, a grim smile tweaking the corner of his mouth. “There are times when pride must be put aside in a good cause,” he said.

- The Shifting Sands

“Do not speak to me of duty!” Lief shouted. “They are my parents!”

“They are my friends,” Barda said, still in that same expressionless voice. “My dear and only friends, Lief, since before you were born. I know what they would say to you if they could. They would tell you that our quest is their quest too. They would beg you not to abandon it.”

- Dread Mountain

Lief stared at the scrawlings with hatred. Nak, Finn, and Milne, he thought, I will remember your names. You are not Ols or Grey Guards, Shadow Lord’s servants, bred for evil. You are free to choose how you act. And you have chosen to prey upon your own people. You have chosen to steal, destroy, and murder. I hope that, one day, I meet you. Then I will make you pay.

- The Maze of the Beast

Even long afterwards, Lief did not know why he said what he did then. It was the impulse of the moment. Perhaps he felt the urge to give Doom some information, as a sign of trust. Or perhaps it was simply that he was tired of lies.

“We are going to the Valley of the Lost,” he said clearly.

- The Valley of the Lost

“You did,” Lief said. “You should not have entered Tora. That was your vanity — and it was nearly your death, was it not?”

- Return to Del

Or perhaps he did. Lief had changed. The old Lief, the Lief Jasmine knew, was brave, and eager for action. She was not sure that she liked the new Lief — the secretive, prudent, kingly one — at all.

- Cavern of Fear

Lief shuddered as a vision of Auris’s terrible death rose before his eyes. He glanced at the Piper with dislike, then looked away, repelled by his coldness.

And yet, he thought…for all his seemingly uncaring words, the Piper had entered the dome. Had put his own life at risk.

- Isle of Illusion

Duty? Lief’s fists clenched.

What had his life been over the past months, but a rigid devotion to duty? Had he not worked til his eyes were burning, hidden himself away from everything and everyone he loved? Had he not kept secrets, suffered being criticised, misunderstood — even hated — because the safety of his kingdom was his first responsibility, and enemies were everywhere?

- The Shadowlands

He knew that it was no use trying to give the people false comfort. They had eyes and ears. They knew only too well that times were hard. They would see through any pretence in a moment.

- Dragon’s Nest

She, at least, thinks Bess is wrong to trust us, he thought. She thinks we are lying. And she is right, of course. We will have to be very careful.

- Shadowgate

“Yes,” Lief said. “I am Lief, son of Endon and Sharn, heir of Adin.” It was hard to speak. The power of the Sister of the West was beating home down. But his heart was aching with pity and rage equally as he gazed into those suffering eyes, and he made himself go on. “And you are Doran the Dragonlover, beloved by the tribes of the underworld, saviour of the dragons of Deltora. The one whose map led me here.”

- Isle of the Dead

“The Torans did break their oath of loyalty, and Lief did forgive them—”

“‘In the innocence and generosity of his youth,’” Lief quoted bitterly. “The writer might as well have said ‘his ignorance and foolishness,’ for that is what is meant.”

- Sister of the South

#did I speed read through all the books just to make this?#yes #yes I did #although #I did get the blindfold idea from tdp so kudos to the show of emotionally exhausted characters and dragons #deltora quest #emily rodda #roddaverse #dragons of deltora #deltora shadowlands #lief of del #roddacember 2022 #sylvar’s roddacember prompts #sylvar's art #my art

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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I can’t want what I don’t have.

⚠️ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS SO IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE PLZ LOOK AWAY FOR YOUR SAKE. ⚠️

A/n: This is very, very rushed cuz I loved this movie very much and had to get something out asap.

“C’mon Wanda darling, just look at our children you can’t say no to those faces now can you?” You said as you crouched down besides young Billy and Tommy who had asked for your aid in persuading their mother, your wife, into allowing them to sneak an early taste of her cooking batter but your wife was being quite persistent in preventing you three from doing so. As though on cue from an unknown director the children brought out their puppy dog eyes up at Wanda who was trying her best not to break under the sweet domestic moment she was having with her beloved family by concealing it with a typical parental stare she’s trained her face to contort into whenever you or the children we’re up to no good; If Wanda initially thought Pietro was a bad influence she was obviously looking past the true negative influence her significant other. The love of her life.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to get annoyed at you nor the kids. A family was something she’s always wanted, even as a little kid watching those old black and white low budget sitcoms with her family all those nights ago where she was once a naive child to the horrors that laid beyond the doorway that would put the monster in her closest to shame. Ever since she met you at the avengers compound where you became close after the events of the civil war that broke your team apart for some time. That dream only amplified when she saw how you acted towards children of the less fortunate by performing magic to ease their nerves and help them embrace their laughter instead, taking their minds off of the horrors that laid beyond; protecting them from the things Wanda wished she could protect her younger self from. She remembered the times where you’d visit her in her room during her worst days with her favourite sitcoms and food along with some plushie friends that she kept on your shared bed much to your chagrin. You meant so much to her that the mere thought of you being taken away from her was a furlong dream she never wished to experience as the pain would be enough to push her over the edge she was already teetering on with the loss of Vision. Wanda considered herself lucky enough to have you by her side during those dark times that sooner or later she realised that she was forming feeling for you and naturally she was scared; for being loved by her and loving her was a death sentence. Everyone who Wanda had ever loved or has ever loved her only ended up dead but when you showed persistence during your fights and stubbornness when she tried to push you away for your own safety the words you told her that day still rang true when she looked into your eyes.

“Wanda I love you, I love you in every possible reality imaginable because loving you is the most beautiful I could ever experience. I could care less if I died right here right now as it meant I lived a full life being loved by you and loving you to the fullest of my being. Your not getting rid of me that easily Wanda darling,” you brought your hands against hers as both of your (f/c) magic and her scarlet magic became acquainted with one another, “we’re meant to be, Wanda maximoff and Y/n Maximoff. Together forever.” Wanda only chuckled as you three stared at her impatiently. “Please mom we promise to be really, really good afterwards.” Tommy begged as he clung to your side. “Yeah, we’ll staring cleaning our room more and going to sleep on time.” Billy chimed in with a wide innocent smile as his brother only looked at him in betrayal, “you done ratting us out yet Billy?” Billy only looked to his brother with a apologetic smile, “sorry Tommy but you should know better then to make me keep secretes, I’m a terrible secrete keeper especially to our parents!” You and Wanda laughed as they squabbled their way into the living room as brothers do as you decided to hug her from behind as she continued to cook.

You head resting into the crook of her neck, lips barely brushing her skin making her insides practically burst into flames upon contact. “Now that trouble makers one and two are gone how about you let me get a taste of that sweetness.” You said cheekily as you wiggles your fingers, using your magic to pull the cooking batter out of her range and into your hands when Wanda swatted your hand away laughing at your silliness, moving in your arms to raise her own hand to flick your forehead lightly as punishment. “You should know better by now then to ask for things that aren’t yours to ask for.” Wanda teased as you rubbed your forehead before a smile creeped up on your lips as you brought your face close to hers as though your words were too sacred for your children to hear in on, “that wasn’t the sweetness I wasn’t asking a taste of my gorgeous wife.” With Wanda taken off guard it gave you the opportunity to give her a innocent kiss on the lips while your other hands did their literal magic and lifted the bowl containing the batter into the air and across the room to the living room where Tommy and Billy had settled their dispute in favour of watching cartoons and laid before them on the coffee table causing them to gasp; Billy, ever the mommy’s boy, noticed straight away that this was your doing and turned on the couch so he was facing you and Wanda, “Mommy, y/n used their magic!” while his brother delved fingers first into the sweet cooking batter with zero regard, looking at him with disappointment as he continued to smear more chocolate across his lips, muttering under his breath of how much his brother was a goody two shoes suck up.

Wanda, pulling away from your soft lips to look at you with a raised brow as you raised your hands, not realising that one of them was coated in (f/c) magic until it was too late. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Wanda asked as she crossed her arms as Billy waddled over to her side to copy her pose as he looked at you with an attempted scowl but his baby face made it look as though he was pouting for reading someone’s mind the sixth time that week. “Alright, alright I’m guilty of the most heinous of crimes, what is my punishment oh powerful and mighty Wanda,” Billy coughed into his hand, “oh and the amazing Billy Maximoff.” You added making him smile. Wanda’s heart warmed at the interaction before kneeling down to her son, “what should we do?” She asked as he made a questioning face before whispering sometime in her ear as she smiled back at him agreeably, bringing herself back up to her feet as she stared you down. “Your punishment, made by the ever so wise Billy, is death by cuddles.” Before you could utter a word in response, Wanda, Billy and Tommy all jumped at you at once as they squeezed you tightly in their arms as hard as they could as laughter filled the home. Laughters of love, laughter of fun and most of all the laughter of a beloved family.

Wanda awoke from her dream with a gasp, listing herself up from her bed as she instinctively looked over at the other side which would’ve belonged to you as though you were still alive and well as you were in her dreams. Her heart broke when it laid as vacant as the day you left on a suicide mission, never to return as a familiar bitterness filled her chest as she cradled the shirt that was placed over the pillow she rested her head upon that night; the shirt that once belonged to you but yet as like everything in life did, your scent began to fade away with time and soon enough your shirt would soon become another random shirt that will join your other belongs at the bottom of her wardrobe when finally looses your scent. Reminding her of the worst day of her life over and over and over again. Your laughter from her dreams haunt her as tears bite her eyes when she recollected the events leading up to her reclusion within her own magic to keep your memory alive as though she was scared that you’d one day be forgotten.

A fate of which Wanda refused to allow as loosing all memory of you would be like loosing all memory of what made you love her and what made her love you. Yes she wanted to marry you, yes she wanted to raise kids with you, adopted or not because either way they would be yours to protect and love until you couldn’t. Fate had taken you away from her and now she couldn’t help but be envious of every variant of herself that got to live a life where she kept you, Billy and Tommy; It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t! How come they got to live the life that SHE wanted and not her! Her heart broke whenever you kissed her variants lips over and over and over again, wishing that it was her lips you were kissing. Her heart broke when she had to watch through her variants eyes as you played with your children in the backyard or taking them on their first day of school or when Billy, roughly age 18 in context of the dream, coming home from his first date with his boyfriend. Wanda wanted all that and more yet she drew the short straw and was doomed to watch others being happy and forcing herself to be happy for them when she wanted to be the one with the happy ending. She wanted you. She never got the chance to tell you that she loved you before you left and ever since she’s regretted it every day that she was allowed to live.

Now that her powers had awakened to their full potential she won’t stop until she had you, Billy and Tommy in her arms once more like she did in Westview, she didn’t care for the repercussions of her actions as they weren’t hers to deal with because she was justified in her anger, Stephen said it so, which is why the multiverse would pay for hanging you in front of her living a life with those who aren’t her yet share her likeness and name. After all you belong to her did you not?

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Could I possibly request the “kisses to shut them up” prompt with Tommy x reader who keeps rambling about something while their hiding and then he kisses her when he realizes the bad guys are coming?❤️❤️

Ahhh anon my beloved

The Library

Gif by @bonniebird

Taglist: @atalkingthinker

“If this is about Finn coming over after school, I have Polly’s permission.” You said hoping no one saw him approach you.

You were on thin ice after telling Inspector Campbell he could go fuck himself when he called you a slut.

It occurs to you that maybe you should’ve never told Tommy where you work.

You used to be a teacher until you got fired for seeing the man who’s come to get you fired from this job.

School teachers must be exemplary.

They don’t casually see gangsters and hope he didn’t have a venereal disease he picked up in France or from Lizzie Stark, or the revolving door of women who would kill their firstborn to fuck him.

“I need your help, Y/N.” his voice is low. It must be serious going by the way he quickly looks around to see if he’s been followed.

Then you see it. The policemen from Belfast who openly bragged about being Ulster Volunteers.

If you didn’t like him so much, you wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about his safety.

“Who did you fuck over now, Thomas?” You ask as you try and get him to the back of the library, where the employees eat and keep their things.

“No, the question you should be asking is who fucked me over.” He ran a hand through his hair, there was a slight tremor in his hand and his eyes couldn’t help but look over his shoulder,

“Fine, who fucked you over?” you ask him. “First you got me fired, then you have the fucking nerve to tell me it’s over and now you come running here to finish ,ruin whatever career I still have left.”

“Y/N, not now.” He warned and upended your plan by pulling you into the open broom closet.

“I won’t shut up until you tell me who did you over.” you say crossing your arms.

He gives it some thought and decides the cons outweigh the pros of doing that.

“I will not let you get me fired from another fucking job, Tom. I swear, its like a fucking game to you. You owe me, Thomas Shelby. You better pay my fucking rent this month, or---” you keep going, your voice still a whisper, but your own nerves can’t make you shut up.

But he knows a way to get you to stop running your mouth.

Tommy’s known it since the two of you were in school together and you hid behind Mrs. Changretta’s desk with the cannoli the two of you stole.

A method that has never failed him.

He kisses you.

Not like the overconfident, charming boy you loved as a teenager, not like the man who wanted to consume you in hopes of feeling like himself again, no, this time he kissed you like he couldn’t ever imagine kissing anyone else.

And it melts your heart and breaks the flimsy paper walls you’d put up swearing it was the last time you let yourself be weak for this man.

It goes on forever, the two of you never notice that the coppers are gone.

The person who does notice is your soon to be former employer.

#thomas shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x fem!reader #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #kiss prompts

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e1dritchqueer · 9 months

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Callisto and Io infodump

Okay okay okay okay, I feel like I need to talk about Io and Callisto from last Beam Saber session or else I'm gonna fucking combust jesus fucking christ AAA

Callisto: My player character. She's an Ascencian pilot who has trapped under the facade of a dead and legendary pilot. The previous pilot, Argyre died and Callisto, a city rat and a conscript, someone who, according to Ascencian fascist rhetoric, should by no means be able to pilot a mech somehow inexplicably bonded with it. She's been forced to become the pilot known as Wraith (Argyre's callsign) and to pilot its fearsome mech, The Wraith of Deimos (We'll refer to it as Deimos). Only recently has Callisto escaped the hold of the Ascencians and now, with Deimos, find herself as a part of a roving mercenary band. Now, while she was imprisoned under the Ascencians, she was forced to play the role of Argyre, under Ascencian rhetoric, Argyre was not dead. And internally, Callisto was only a placeholder till they could find a "proper" Pilot to officially assume the role of the Wraith. No one knew about Callisto, Argyre's death, or the fact Callisto was the Wraith now. And those that did got killed (Illia's old crew). Even free from the Ascencians, Callisto tries to keep a low profile, not knowing how to tell everyone that she didn't somehow steal Deimos, she was (and is) its pilot.

Callisto's wants in this game were simple. Callisto more than anything wants to run. She wants to escape the war and leave, an impossible goal that she has reached for her entire life.

Callisto and Deimos' relationship has been an interesting one. They do not know why they are bonded only that they are. They are the two-become-one known as Wraith. Each is afraid of the other but that fear has transformed into a fearful intimacy. Callisto saw the Deimos as just another part of The Wraith's constricting identity but has since realized that Deimos is just as restrained as her.

Their bond, like all bonds with what's known as "Awakened Frames" (Culturally called Leviathans where Callisto comes from) (awakened frames are essentially like the Gundam/EVAs of this setting. They are terrifying.) allows them to do something impossible. In their case, it is capable of opening a "door" into a mysterious pocket dimension known as The Red. It is something old, something Callisto both sees danger and safety in, something she is trying to understand. (also this is why red is like... a massive motif for callisto). Argyre was also capable of the very same power. While Callisto uses The Red to run, Argyre used The Red as a weapon.

Cool now you're caught up to speed on my beloved wet dog of a girl and her it/its trans girl of a mech.

Now, last session, which you can get a vibe of from my liveblog of it, the party went to a ball for the "season 1 finale" of the Beam Saber campaign. Callisto was asked to dance by a girl named Io (JOVIAN MOON MOTIF). It was lovely. They both got to dance unrestrained from the expectations and roles of war forced upon them, simply enjoying each other as each other and getting to cherish that. Stepping out of the ballroom and onto a balcony, they get closer, physically and emotionally. talking bit about their life. They both feel like dogs in an unending war, tired of losing people in the war, and wanting to escape it all. They feel a tenderness and closeness with each other. It's lovely. They're glad, that even in the midst of this terrible war, they have met each other, and through that feel a bit of solace. It feels like Io is going to move in to kiss Callisto, but before that, Io gives her an offer. "Come escape with me Callisto. We can leave the ring. Leave the war. We can be at peace.

I just need to finish this one job.

I just need to kill the Wraith

I checked the frame registry. It's here. I don't know where the pilot, is, I haven't seen him, but if I can just destroy that terrible machine I'll be at peace. We can escape together.

Callisto is in shock, she's stumbling over words, a jumble of "W-what do you mean?"s and "H-huh?"s.

"I can't be at peace while the Wraith is still living... It killed my mentor. Took one of the few people I cared about. I just need to destroy it... Then... Then I can escape with you... We could leave this war for good"

Callisto wants to take that offer. She so desperately wants to leave this war. Abandon it all and everyone. But she can't. Not at that cost. A younger Callisto would have taken that chance in a heartbeat, a Callisto utterly terrified of Deimos. But Callisto, though still terrified of her Leviathan, is too connected to Deimos for her to abandon it anymore. She didn't realize this till this moment, but she cares too much about Deimos to allow it to be harmed.

She steps back as Io tries to lean in closer. "I-im sorry I-i think I really have to go..."

Callisto beings to stumble her way from the balcony, reaching her hand out to the ballroom door "I'm sorry... I-Im just not the girl you're looking for". The doorway opens. But it's not the ballroom door that opens.

The last thing Callisto sees is Io's dawning face of horror as she watches Callisto fall into The Red.

The Wraith's red.

The thing is, Callisto was wrong, she was the right girl... Just for all the wrong reasons....

#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP #ANYWAYS THATS CALLISTO AND IO #GAHHH #im dead.. im deceased #anyways now callisto is sobbing in the red. holding ontp the jacket she got from illia like it's the only thing connecting her in this worl #io might very likely become callisto's mech rival depending on how things pan out #GAHH #oc: callisto noa #c: io #UNITYxEclipse #beam saber

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writer-of-various · 1 year

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It's me again!

This particular Trauma Prompt looks promising 👀

“you stayed?” “of course i stayed. why wouldn’t i?”

Lost count how much time I reread your fics

Y'know what I love besides Rudy? Angst: getting my beloved readers to sob and feel their hearts break as they read my fics. Thank you for the requests luv, this obsession with Rudy isn't gonna feed itself lmao.

Alejandro/Rudy

Rudy knew the mission was a bust when he and the others crept upon the hideout, the eerie silence and bright lights that attracted moths making the building and surrounding area suspicious. Too suspicious, too easy. He had alerted Alejandro, who assured him that the tip was accurate and came from a squad they sent in a week ago to scout out the area. Rudy wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that maybe this new unit had more loyal soldiers– soldiers that couldn't be torn into two as they weighed the pros and cons of being in the aforementioned unit or working with the enemy. It happened far too many times with soldiers in Los Vaqueros, each soldier was someone that Rudy took care of, ensured their safety and freedom, but he also knew that the cartel was the easy way out. Far more protected, but not the same loyalty within each member, your best friend can turn and point a gun at your head with a blank expression. He's seen it far too many times as well.

Soap and Gaz went to scout out the outskirts while Ghost guided and covered them from a higher ground. Price was their leader, and Rudy knew he had to confront the captain about his concerns. He barely took a step forward when an explosion goes off, three meters from the hideout, and the roar of cartel members had them in fight or flight mode. His theory proved to be correct, the unit has a rat and the whole mission was an ambush to kill Task Force 141. Rudy was quick to cover Alejandro as they advanced forward, easily pushing through the ruthless cartel members with their strategy. Alejandro made a move to kick open a door once they snuck inside the hideout, only for it to slam open in his face and a flash grenade to go off, blinding the two. Rudy struggled as hands grabbed him, disarming him and something heavy hit his head, the corner of his vision going black but he forced himself to stay away.

"Colonel!" He shouts, everything a blur and it feels like he's moving, not on his own though. He hears Alejandro screaming for him, asking for him, and Rudy is about to question what's going on when something sharp pricks the side of his neck and he succumbs to a dreamless unconscious.

When he came to, he was tied to a chair, his gear still intact but the restraints were tight, presumably cutting off his circulation if the stabbing numbness in his hands and arms were anything to go by. Four men walked in, three with their faces covered by neck gaiters but the one in charge had his identity exposed. A dark glint was in his eyes and Rudy feels something uneasy churn in his stomach, unsure what that smug yet dark look could mean.

"You have strayed too close to dangerous territory. No one is here to protect you, to save you, so I strongly advise that you give up." The man says, pacing in front of Rudy with his hands behind his back. "Where is your base?"

Rudy snorts, a roll of his eyes irritating his captor; "Vete a la mierda, pendejo." His hand snaps to the side in the blink of an eye, an ache settling quickly and Rudy notices the heavy rings adoring the man's fingers.

"You are in no position to talk back, puta." He growls, leaning close to Rudy and staring the sergeant major in the eyes. "Talk now or you're going to regret it."

Rudy is defiant, he stays quiet and prepares himself when the man kicks his chair, knocking him to his back. The man barks orders to the other three and they rush forward, cutting the restraints and shoving him down on the wooden floor. Rudy struggles, eyes wide as the man hovers over him with a knife, the tip of the blade trailing down his shirt and cutting it open in the process.

"Mostrémosle a esta perra lo que hacen los hombres de verdad." Rudy refuses to falter, the statement and chuckles from the four confusing him but he hides it. Everything is quick and confusing until his trousers are being practically ripped off and he panics, kicking his legs, bucking his hips, thrashing like a cat about to take a bath but it's all futile. He whimpers when a hand tightens itself around his neck, calloused fingers digging into his flesh. He scratches at the closest person to him when his underwear is ripped off, the cold air sending goosebumps all over his body. The exposure sent blood to his face, red from embarrassment and anger at being so pathetically weak. Something heavy hits his head again and a groan escapes his lips, the dull pain sending waves of dizziness throughout his head. Black creeps up on his vision again, either from the hand restricting his air supply or the harsh hit that rattled his brain against his skull. A hand, large and heavy, trails up his inner thigh and he feels vomit crawl up his throat, which is now free of the other hand that left bruises in its wake. Tears well up and he tries to prepare himself for what comes next when the door slams open and heavy footsteps walked in.

"Sir, the task force is outside now, we have to leave." Rudy's brows furrow together, heart beating at the thought that the others showed up, that they're going to save him, but his mind is supplying him with negative thoughts. The hands disappear and he looks at the men with a glare that stays on his face even as they kick him and restrain him once more.

"Set up the timer for the explosion." The target orders and Rudy's eyes widen. The others were outside, and if they were looking for him, they would die. Because of him. He tries to free his hands, panic settling and he curses as each tug scraped his skin raw. It doesn't stop him and his wrists are bleeding when he finally manages to free himself, struggling to stand as his chest heaved, begging him to stop moving. One of them must have sprained or broken a rib or two.

Rudy hastily digs inside his hoodie, where concealed pockets were lined equal to the external pockets. He takes out his phone and with shaky fingers call Alejandro, tears welling up as something odd filled the air. He's either going to die from carbon monoxide poisoning or being blown apart, but he'll be damned if he lets Alejandro or the others risk their lives stepping inside whatever infrastructure he's trapped in.

"Rudy? Where are you, amor?"

"A-ale, don't come into the building. T-they...they set up explosives and..." Rudy tries inhaling, getting air in his deprived lungs but the air was heavy and Rudy knew he was too injured. He tried standing, Alejandro's concerned yells background noise and he whimpers when his left ankle almost buckles as he applies pressure on it. Shit.

"Rudy, stay where you're at!" Alejandro orders and he hears footsteps thundering over the phone, his hands shake and he tries to take a step forward but ends up falling forward. Everything hurts, everything burns, and feels disgusting as the man's touch lingers. Rudy barely notices that he's still partially undressed but doesn't care, he knows it'll be a pain to try sliding back on his boxers.

"RUDY!" It's like Hassan all over again, hands grasping him and he's being carried bridal style out of the room, Alejandro begging him to stay awake and a cloth is thrown over his mouth and nose. "Rudy, amor, don't breathe in now."

"A-ale" Rudy whines, the jostling sending waves of pain throughout his body. He hears curses and instinctively flinches, curling closer to Alejandro as fresh air threatens to suffocate him. He's gently laid down in the back of a van, Alejandro kneeling besides him and the engine is started up. Rudy whimpers as they speed off, Ghost moving over to him and despite the large structure and stoic look of the man that still sent nervous shivers down Rudy's spine, Ghost's touch is soft and gentle– an overall contrast to the rest of him. He only remembers Alejandro laying something over his lower half, and Ghost begging him in that commanding yet desperately soft tone of his to stay awake. He doesn't.

—

When Rudy wakes up, there's a machine beeping to his left and a dim light revealing the shadow cast white walls of a hospital room. There's quiet chatter outside and he moves to sit up, startled when two warm and familiar hands force him still. His wide, chocolate-brown eyes look up, a relieved sigh escaping his lips when he saw Alejandro.

"Rudy..." Alejandro whispers.

"You stayed?" Rudy mumbles, feeling bad when Alejandro's expression morphs into one of despair and hurt.

"Of course I stayed, why wouldn't I?" Alejandro sits down, hands moving to intertwine with Rudy's slightly smaller ones. Rudy averts his gaze, face heating up as Alejandro leans close to him.

"I ruined the mission, again. It's just like Hassan, Ale. I get hurt and the enemy gets away."

"Stop, Rudy, stop. I hate it when you talk like this, putting yourself down when how the mission went wasn't your fault at all. I should have listened to you, cariño, when you told me something felt wrong. Lo siento, Rudy, it's all my fault they got you and took you away from me."

Rudy shakes his head, "Ale, please don't blame yourself."

"Then you can't blame yourself either, amor." Alejandro says sternly. Rudy looks like he wants to argue but is too tired and knows this argument would be in Alejandro's favour.

"Fine, deal." Rudy pouts and Alejandro laughs softly, pressing a kiss to his partner's temple.

"Mi hermosa esposa, tan fuerte y aterradora." Alejandro teases and Rudy gently smacks his chest, his flustered face getting darker as Alejandro barks out a laugh.

"No kisses for you, querido." Rudy says, and Alejandro pouts. Rudy sighs after a minute, moving aside and patting the space besides him. Alejandro happily slides besides Rudy, wrapping his arms around the smaller male's body and holding him close.

"Te amo, Rudy. I'll always protect you, I promise, mi vida."

"Te amo, Ale. I'll follow you everywhere."

#rudy has ptsd from hassan #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro x rodolfo #trauma #hurt/comfort #cod fanfics #my rudy my little meow meow

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If Satanas is just that good a judge of character, that's a little funny to me in this sea of angst. I do have a couple questions though. 1) What exactly happens to the Prime Movers (and Omega) when the church "takes the Papas away?" 2) As Antichrist, I somehow doubt that Copia can remain a puppet forever. Comes a time when our rat-loving Damien Thorne here finally snaps. 3) On the Lilith and Eve thing, well, Eve didn't really submit in the end either did she? And tbh, her eating that fruit is why humanity even knows the difference between good and evil and why we have free will so why aren't our two girls besties at this point? 4) How are we going to keep Natalia safe here if she's the one poking holes in the shit Copia's getting told? Because, speaking as a religious trauma survivor of a high control group, you get paranoid with religious authority figures REAL fast.

No one ever listens to the old goat bastard, no matter how many times he’s right. Satanas really is just that passive aggressive old man in the corner, sipping his ale, minding his business watching everyone cry when shit blows up in their faces like he told them it would. Then when they come crying to him he rolls his eyes into the next universe lol

1) That’s a good question. Hopefully nothing horrible happens to them lol. I’m sure they’re fine

2)Satanas is rattling the little wooden walls of his stable for the day Copia decides to snap. It’s only a matter of time indeed lol

3)I think Eve found convenience and safety in being compliant to a man like Adam. Lilith getting her to eat the fruit did give her enlightenment, but she was aware of the consequences tempting Eve would bring for her as well. Lilith is as flawed as we all are, she was human first. Her actions were out of spite, and she used Eve as a means for her revenge when Eve didn’t deserve it. Lilith doesn’t hate her at all though. I think there’s a level of regret and acceptance between the two now. There’s a respectful understanding.

4)I AM HOLLERING bc I want to tell you about that SO BAD but that would be a major fucking spoiler for what’s to come. (Which is also how Satanas feels a lot of the time). Copia and Natalia are dead ass living in a horror movie, there’s never true safety. Natalia’s relationship with the authority within the church is pivotal. With that said, Natalia is going to show Copia the truth. She is the one that will lead the Guiding Star’s flock. She is the unholy master’s beloved lamb. A gift for the son.

I also just want to take this as an opportunity to say that for all religious trauma survivors, or survivors of any kind, that interact with my content, I want you to feel safe here. Some of the subject matter that I post that deals with religious figures and themes are in no way intended to cause distress, and I apologize if it ever has. My motivation is to tell a story and make people happy and hopefully have fun getting a little sad and a little scared. I have always used art as a means to escape, and I want to offer that all to you as well. There’s been a lot of angst related content recently, but I’m looking forward to getting to the heart of what this story really is; spooky, silly adult fun.

Much love 🖤💐

#the band ghost #the band ghost au #praeteritum au #the band ghost oc #asks answered #asks are always appreciated

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