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orbleglorb · 14 days

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the only support center for trans people in the state of arkansas has been vandalized, and the vandals took the fucking pipes. the fucking PIPES. if you can donate anything, please do.

Cashapp: $Transcoins

Venmo: @intransitive

ActBlue (donation website): here

i cannot express how much intransitive really does for us. they are there for any trans person in arkansas. with all of the recent barrages against trans rights, they're needed more than ever.

on top of this, they're trying to help 8 trans asylum seekers with time sensitive immigration cases, and they deal with emergency situations for trans folks all over the state. hell, they even made a community garden and jail bonds. if you can give anything, please do.

ID: Instagram slides that say "We've been vandalized again. This is the 5th time, but the worst time. The pipes have been completely taken from the ground up. The center will be closed until further notice. Since 2022 we've faced multiple instances of vandalism, police harassment and threats against the center and staff. It's disheartening and frustrating to be hit again with vandalism to our pipes, forcing us to close the Center until the issue can be fixed. Help us boost this post! Cashapp: $Transcoins Venmo: @intransitive /end ID

ID: Instagram slides that say "Update on Pipes being vandalized again. We've used our line of credit to pay for repairs to the pipes. It's not ideal, but it's crucial for us to remain open so we can continue supporting our community. We'll continue figuring out ways to raise funds and security. We're incredibly thankful for the donations, the words of support, and the folks who have reached out ready to help.

To the folks asking why we don't go to the police: 1) We've experienced harassment from local law enforcement at the center. 2) We've experienced physical violence from local law enforcement during protests. 3) Trans people of color are 6x more likely to experience violence when interacting with police. 4) We are abolitionist.

We still need support on: 1) Fundraising to pay the line of credit for fixing the pipes. 2) Fundraising for a security system. 3) Support from trusted people with experience on surveillance and security.

Our voice and work will prevail. We hold our elected officials responsible for any harm done to our staff, the Center and Trans Arkansans. Our elected officials who have pushed anti-trans legislation, our Governor Sarah Huckabee Sanders and her messages of hate against our community. Your discrimination of Trans Arkansans has consequences. May your constituents hold you accountable and push you out of office. /end ID

#mutual aid #arkansas #transgender

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burningsuitfire · 1 year

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Essek and religious trauma

Saw this post from @balleater here and having been meaning to write a meta on the subject, theorizing about what we know.

Essek admits to being seriously traumatized when Caleb talks to him in the Grove.

(141) Caleb: Somewhat hypocritical coming from me, but try to be kind to yourself. Essek: You, more than anyone, showed me that trauma doesn't define you.

The simplest conclusion is religious trauma, along with neglect and abandonment.

In the wrap-up Matt puts serious emphasis on Essek's parents and family being "very deeply steeped" in the religious culture alongside how Essek has "very much eschewed" the religious culture, that no one has ever genuinely cared about Essek beyond his influence and talent, that his family didn't understand or support his focus on dunamantic research (or his career), and draws clear lines about the negative aspects of Dynasty's theocratic authoritarianism and uncompromising cultural zealotry, at points Mercer even compares it to evangelicalism and doomsday cults.

He also gives us hints that it's a bad situation for anyone who doesn't follow the official faith, like in Eiselcross when Caleb asks questions about the mandated religion and Kryn theories on the beacons:

(124) Essek: It is an interesting idea, though I would caution to keep it close to the chest. Such conversations might be considered sacrilege in some circles of the Dynasty.

Which as word of god tells us Essek had a very bad relationship with his powerful authoritarian den family that didn't understand him or his goals, and he grew up in the Bastion (which is a temple to the Luxon), when the Dynasty laws are founded on the faith and enforced by the military:

(EGtW) The laws of the dynasty, which stem from the faith of the Luxon, are enforced by a network of trusted Aurora Watch captains and soldiers

To the point where Matt emphasized how even petty criminals in the prison were systematically "beaten and emaciated", sacrilege could have ugly consequences, even growing up.

Especially considering that all we know of his father is that he seemed to have a temper to the point of extremely self-destructive tendencies, and that he was possibly military and thus law enforcement (warriors function as both in the Dynasty).

Even in the dinner conversation when he was being outstandingly open, Essek was very careful not to tell the nein anything that could allow other Kryn to question his faith:

Marisha: So his lying about it [consecution] was just about going along with the zealotry and not- Matt: Exactly, because he didn't want people to think that there was something up.

And then there's Essek's massive trust problems, which are specifically focused on the word "trust":

(131) Caleb: We feel we can trust you more than my old teacher. (You see, when you say the word "trust". It's simultaneously like seeing a small hit to the heart... and whatever icy bit that cracked melts away for a minute. There's a moment of him hearing the word and letting it wash over him.) Essek: I'm thankful for the trust you put in me. And I hope to make this up to you.

(124) Essek: I've never really been trusted and so I did not trust. When I- when you gave me trust, it gave me a perspective that was so agonizingly striking. So easy to see that I refused to acknowledge it at first, even. (135) Essek: The more I begin to see Beauregard, yourself return with these markings- I've only just recently learned to trust. It's hard to begin to mistrust so quickly.

Where there's a theory that it might stem from the Dynasty's training for echo knights and dunamancers (when we've heard Essek tell Caleb that the training is comparable to that of scourgers), and we even see the echo knight in Zadash react very strongly to the word "trust":

(13) Mollymauk: We just need to know who we can trust and who we can't. Thuron: You cannot trust anybody in this city. You cannot trust yourselves. Anyone who has not bound themselves. They are the enemy.

Other context and info gives us that consecution and worshipping the Luxon and following the umavi-written "system of pure faith" created from their interpretation of the beacons (as EGtW dictates the Luxon is canonically silent and unconscious) is required for people to hold Dynasty political/spiritual/military office and influence, to work for the theocratic government (comprised of the 12 noble religious den families), and that dunamancy and the Dynasty's dunamis research is only accessible to those working for the government.

And it seems like Essek hints at unattractive consequences to others discovering he's been lying about his faith (and/or the dangerous nature of his career):

(131) Essek: I just know that I've also survived this long, weaving the intricacies of deceit like I have, by knowing how best to keep myself out of the complications as best as I can.

Finally, we have Essek's relationship with punishment and pain, alongside the Dynasty's systematic religious corporal punishment:

(57) In the shadows there look to be multiple figures. Some human, some ogre-ish with more reinforced bars, drow. Emaciated, beaten. Not looking happy and healthy, but then again, what good Dungeon of Penance would?

(77) ...days of chosen sunlight in which the nightfall is dispelled and the people of Rosohna and Xhorhas bask in the sun. Even those who find pain and challenge in its presence, as it is part of the worship. (EGtW) The Kryn drow who emerged from the shadowed depths of the caverns beneath Xhorhas now endure periods of sunlight as part of their worship. Periods of days, sometimes weeks, will transpire in a state of perpetual evening, enabling the darkness-bound denizens to go about their work. Such periods briefly come to an end to usher in periods of scheduled, mass worship under the sunlight.

(99) Essek: I will take my leave for the night. Thank you for not throwing me into the water. (97) Essek: The pain is somewhat comforting because I am my own punishment. (91) Essek: I have seen those far older than you that have experienced maybe half the pain I see in your eyes. Age isn't everything. Experience is what hardens you, prepares you for the worst. (138) Beau: My essence will haunt you. Essek: And I would deserve it, like I deserve all of the things that haunt me. Jester: Aw, Essek... Essek: Don't- offer me any solace. (141) Essek: Maybe it's time I just found my way. Really began my penance. I've procrastinated long enough in dealing with my sins. I convinced myself I'd be alone for so much of my life. It's hard to say goodbye when I don't feel alone anymore, but… I understand. I understand and accept what I've done.

#essek #essek thelyss #kryn dynasty #kryn #egtw #cr meta #cw religious trauma #den thelyss #verin thelyss #critical role #c2 #campaign 2 #the mighty nein #mighty nein #shadowgast #caleb widogast

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roadkillremi · 1 year

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Warning : Violence, Blood, Killing, Mentions of Sex drugs and Drinking, Underage Drinking, degrading, Abuse, Language, Toxic Relationship (If I miss any please let me know!)

I do NOT support killing or Toxic Relationships or Abusive Relationships! If this is happening to you or a loved one seeks help ASAP!

Summary : Being childhood friends with Billy Loomis wasn't always easy. As you got older he demanded revenge and that you helped him. (He may have manipulated you along the way). After helping kill Sydney's mother you refused to help anymore. Billy and Stu forced you to stay due to blackmail causing you to be in a toxic secret relationship.

"Yeah, I'm great."

You took Randy's beer from his hand taking a sip. He didnt mind, he was to entranced with the movie.

"Oh, come on! She's not even following the rules!" He yelled out throwing some popcorn towards the TV.

"What?" Some girl laughed out confused. You sigh, "here we go.." Randy grabbed your hips lifting you off his lap for him to stand up. He got Infront of TV blocking the view of the movie.

"There are certain rules one must abide by in order to successfully live in a horror movie. For instance, Number one ; You can never have sex!"

The crowd of teenagers Boo'd all around you. You couldn't help but laugh as Randy looked at them as if their idiots.

"BIG NO NO! Sex equals death okay? Number two ; You can never drink or do drugs!"

Stu cheered clinking his beer glass with others. You held up the glass Randy was drinking from.

"The sin factor! It's a sin! It's an extension of number one! And number three ; never ever ever under any circumstances say, ' I'll be right back ' Because you won't be back!"

"I'm getting another beer, want one?" Stu interrupted.

"Sure."

"I'll be right back!"

The crowd bursted into laughter, you smiled taking another swig from Randy's beer.

"See, you push the laws you end up dead! I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife!"

The crowd shrugged him off, you patted the couch.

"Randy sit back down."

He sighed in defeat about to sit down before the phone rang. It went silent, only Jamie Lee Curtis's speech from the T.V was audible. Randy answer the phone, "Hello?".

Everyone tensed up, you hoped it was an angry parent or a cop. Maybe they'll call the whole party off, Randy's face contorted.

"Okay. Bye. Holy Shit guys! Principal Himbry's dead! They found his body on the flag pole!"

You placed your hand to your mouth. Stu wasn't joking, guilt stabbed you in the stomach. The rest of the teenagers left hollering, Randy sighed and looked at you.

"Guess it's just us... You okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, just didn't expect Principal Himbry.."

"Guy was a dick. Some delusional kid got him. Could've been Billy" he dragged out the last syllable. He sat down beside you, "Don't worry, we've been following the rules.".

"Excuse me? You've had 4 beers!" You laughed. He smiled, "you're so pretty..". You smiled, "Thanks, I'll be right back I gotta.. freshen up". He nodded lazily laying down once you got up.

"Give me the popcorn, baby" he whined. You handed it to him before leaving giving him a small kiss.

You searched through the kitchen drawers for a small sharp knife. You frantically pushed things to the side finding a pocket knife.

Perfect

You checked the hallway before going to the closet under the stairs. You opened the door quiet putting your finger up to your mouth to silence him. His wide brown eyes stared at you pleadingly.

"Mr.Prescott, I'm a friend of Sydney's, I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm going to untie you but you need to be quiet and go get help."

He nodded frantically, you managed to untie the knot in the rope on his feet and wrists. You checked in the hall for Stu or Billy. You stood up moving out of his way. He got up slowly from the closet, he took to the duck tape off his mouth.

"thank you" he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

You shushed him leading him towards the front door.

"Deputy Dewey is out there somewhere, right now the killers in here. Please be quick!" You whispered softly. He nodded walking as fast as he could recovering from being tied up. You shut the door and looked over at Randy.

"Randy?"

"Hm?" He sat up and smiled seeing you.

"Just making sure you're okay."

He laid back down watching the movie. You slowly went up the stairs looking for Stu. You walked down the hall to find him in the costume. He looked in your direction pulling the mask up smiling. He put fish fingers to his lips before he started to walk towards you quietly.

"You ready?" He whispered smiling. You just looked at him, he sighed cupping your cheek.

"Don't worry, me and Billy won't let the cops know about you."

"Stu.." you whispered trying to hold back anger and grief. The reality of it all hit in seeing him in the costume holding a knife.

"What is it?"

"Tatum's dead..." You searched for any emotion in him. He nodded, "It had to be done. Besides I have you!" He smiled gently kissing you. You stepped back shaking your head.

"She loved you!"

He sighed, "We'll talk about this later I have to go kill Billy!" He winked walking towards the door. You went downstairs, checking in on Randy. He threw popcorn at the T.V. You ran over to him, "Randy, baby we gotta go.". He whined like a child too drunk to care. You sighed walking over the the window looking outside. Nothing.

You heard Sydney scream and run through the upstairs. You ran up there looking for her, "Sydney?!". She ran into you, "They..they killed Billy..". You tried to act sad, "we gotta get help". She nodded, you grabbed her hand running downstairs.

You opened the front door to see the killer stabbing someone in the news van. You shut the door locking it.

"He's out there.." you whispered. Sydney looked around, "I'll go find a phone.". You nodded, "I'll go find Dewey.". She ran upstairs, probably fearing you're the killer. You picked up the phone in the kitchen, the line beeped.

Stu must've cut the line.

"No right behind you!" Randy yelled from the living room. You forgot to check on Randy, you walked into the living room slowly.

You're guessing Billy was standing behind him raising up his knife. Meaning Stu was outside right now.

"RANDY!" You screamed. Randy looked up and started screaming while the killer tried to stab him. You threw a lamp at him making Billy trip up. He looked in your direction running after you.

"Shit." You yelled running around the hall. Billy was faster than you and pushed you down. He straddle your lap fighting against you.

"Hey dipshit!" Randy yelled. The killer turned towards him standing up slowly.

"Randy Run!" You called out. Randy and Stu took off, Randy being a drunken mess tripping giving Billy just enough time to stab his right shoulder. Randy called out in pain, you took your pocket knife stabbing Stus shoulder from behind. A grunt left before pushing you to the floor fleeing from the two of you.

"Randy!" You crawled over to him, tears fell down your face.

"I'm so sorry. I tried to protect you."

"it's not your fault" he choked out. You wiped your tears off your face.

"We gotta get you patched up." You sniffled. You put his left arm around you trying to stand him up. He hissed in pain leaning against you.

"To the kitchen."

You both walked to the kitchen, he leaned against the counter. You grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. You opened it up, "What's a band aid gonna do?" Randy said. You looked down at the kit, you started to break down. Your sobs were no longer contained, "Hey, I was joking..". You looked at Randy, "It's my fault!".

He shook his head, "No, it's not! You told me we shouldn't have gone to the party."

"No, Randy you don't understand."

"We're gonna get help okay?!" Randy walked slowly towards the front door.

"Gale Weathers is out there!" He called out. You heard the door shut, you went to the front door opening it. Gale hopped in the Van, Randy went to the window. She hit him with her phone before driving off. You stepped out onto the porch to get him. The van quickly crashed into a nearby tree. You ran to Randy, "Are you okay?".

"Never been better" he groaned.

"Come on, let's go." You both walked to the door. Stu appeared around the corner.

"Oh fuck" Randy mumbled.

Sydney was at the door, "Syd!" You called out. She looked at you and then Stu.

"Sydney, Randy's the Killer!" Stu cried.

"No, Sydney!" Randy yelled, Sydney looked at all three of you.

"He killed Tatum!" He sobbed weakly.

"Fuck you." She shut the door.

"Shit!" You yelled, Randy stepped away from Stu. Stu seemed to be crying, you tried to open the door. A loud thump was by the door before Billy open it. Stu walked in, Billy grabbed your hair pulling you in.

"RANDY!" you reached towards him. Billy shut the door before Randy could get to you.

"Corn Syrup. It's what the use for pigs blood in Carrie." He smiled. You grabbed his wrist trying to get him to let go.

"Knock it off, Bitch! Fucking stabbed my shoulder!" He threw you on the floor. Your head hit the corner of a side table on the way down. Your head throbbed and blood trickled down the side of your head. Stu was quick by your side, pulling you up trying to get you to stand. You felt dizzy leaning against Stu for support. Stu leaned you against the wall before joining Billy.

Sydney ran to the kitchen, Billy and Stu ran after her. You reached out towards the door knob.

"Don't you fucking dare!" You turned around, Billy pointed a gun at you. You dropped your arm, "Come here." He tilted his head towards the kitchen. You walked over to him, he smiled grabbed the back of your neck.

"Good girl." He roughly kissed you as you fought against him. He threw you towards Sydney smiling. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and spat at him. He smiled, "Don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"Don't be so rough with her, Billy!" Stu whined. Billy glared at him, "I'm treating her like the whore she is! Sleeping with Randy. Thought you were gonna get away with that. Sydney got up, "No you don't!" Billy held the knife in his other hand closely to her. Billy gave Stu the gun not taking his eyes off Sydney. He pulled the voice box out of his back pocket.

"Surprise, Sydney!"

Sydney was backed into a corner of the kitchen. "why?"

"Why?! Cause you're mother's a slut, Sydney!" Billy yelled. She shook her head no, Billy laughed. He threw the voice box on the counter.

"She slept with my father and my mother left us! And then I bet you didn't even know she slept with her dad!" He pointed at you. Sydney looked at you in horror trying to get further from you.

"Don't worry, she didn't want me to kill you. She'd begged us."

Stu laughed, "Tried even sleeping with us".

You shook your head, "You won't get away with this!". Billy looked over at you, "Oh you don't think so?". Stu smiled, "can I get him?". Billy nodded, "See, we had to frame someone for all this! And might as well been your dad, Syd! He went crazy from losing your mom and killed a bunch of teenagers!"

"Billy he's gone.." Stu yelled.

"What do you mean he's gone!" He called back. He looked over at as you gave him a smile.

"You bitch."

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spacexseven · 1 year

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oooo a demon au! I like it! question, do you think demon chu and daz would be content with just tormenting darling for the rest of their days and leaving it at that, or would they want the relationship to... progress, at some point? like I feel like this can go one of two ways 1) demon yan just wants to torment their little human until they break and then move on or 2) demon yans possessive feelings take a more romantic, softer (soft used VERY generously here) note and they move onto courting practices. of course demonic courting is objectively terrifying and you probably won't realize that's what they're even trying to do but, you know. modern dating, amirite? I could see dazai specifically learning about what marriage is from watching your TV unsupervised and becoming VERY taken with the idea. chuuya would probably think it was stupid, he doesn't need a RING or a damned PRIEST to stake his claim on you! (though, maybe you'd appreciate the effort? hm... much to consider)

or maybe it'd be a mix of both, or a secret third thing I haven't thought of yet!

also what kind of demons do u think the boys are? dazai is giving me incubus vibes from the way you've written him so far but I can also see him being very torture-oriented, maybe even some kind of eldritch monstrosity entirely in his own league. demon!dazai saying he wants to lock you up in his little torture hell dimension for all eternity and thinks he's VERY romantic for saying it too! mmmm chuuya would definitely be a much more powerful sort than one might intitally assume. has a very large sphere of influence, possibly even his own cult (that might cause issues for you down the road). who knows!

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cw: yandere characters + themes, implied imprisonment, mentioned murder and violence, chuuya has a cult

i like the sound of chuuya having a cult of fervent worshippers; since he's so well known and revered for his strength and his power, it would make sense as to why someone decided to curse you by tacking him onto you. it was obvious that under normal circumstances, you'd have been devoured by the demon by now.

speaking of cults, you're shocked at first to know that he has one. chuuya tells you he doesn't care for his human worshippers (does that mean he has demon worshippers, too?) but it's somewhat true that fear is power for him. he doesn't care about their antics, but he was pleasantly surprised to see them offer sacrifices and relics to him (though he doesn't mention the first to you, knowing how...weak human hearts are)

he doesn't take you to see it, of course, unsure of whether his worshippers would be happy to see you by his side, or feel offended that he had to be tied down to a human. of course, he was ready to slaughter them all at a moment's notice if you would feel better about it, but you seemed appalled by the suggestion.

for the most part, he's definitely a lot softer than dazai. sure, he has a better understanding of human relationships, having mingled more with people than dazai, but it doesn't mean his understanding isn't skewed. chuuya thinks that kidnapping a priest will mean that your wedding will be recognized by the divine law, and he doesn't know why you'd be upset when he offers you the corpses of every person who's ever slighted you as a wedding gift.

putting dazai with a human is the worst thing to ever happen because he has no understanding of how humans work. why are they so weak, and small? why are they so frightened by everything? why are they so preoccupied by that strange box with flashing lights??

initially, he's all about making your life a literal living hell. he almost felt embarrassed that you of all people summoned him, to be honest, and he takes it out on you. since you were able to bring him here, stupid human, you should be able to keep him as well! but as we've discussed, his torment turns into something strange. it's thanks to human technology that dazai learns that humans like when a potential partner brings them gifts and helps them out, so when he sees you suffering trying to finish all your work, he happily burns down the pile of paper and brings you the ashes in a little jar he made the other day. oh, and they like verbal assurances and physical affection? dazai is always cooing at you about how smart you are for a human, and then proceeds to literally wrap himself around you and pet your hair.

god forbid he decides to surprise you with a visit to his home. while he promises you that you'll just love his majestic castle, you don't expect to be shown a very...in-depth tour of his torture chamber as well. and then he grins at you and says that he'll love for you to stay with him longer, all the while holding his one-of-a-kind, custom made blade in one hand.

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willuzpilled · 5 months

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Til Death Do Us Part (A Dalvlo/Corn Yaoi fanfic)

As part vampire, Dalv naturally has a lifespan much longer than any average monster or human. As he celebrates his 96th anniversary with Starlo, he reflects on the long life they had together.

(Also available on Archive of Our Own)

Dalv laid down a picnic blanket, and started placing down supplies. He brought a basket of freshly grilled corn cobs, a bottle of Adult Soda, and some golden flowers in a vase full of water.

After settling down and placing a cob on his plate, he began talking.

"So uh, it's been a while, hasn't it?" He stared at his cob, struggling to think of what to say next. "96 years we've been married. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Me stepping out, seeing you in that suit, the smile beaming on your face... holding your hands as we spoke our vows..."

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Dalv wiped his palms on his dress. He almost didn't even wear the dress, but Starlo was able to convince him last minute. He was nervous, but excited. Today was the big day.

He stepped out and looked across the long wedding hall. Starlo was standing on the other side, in that incredibly handsome suit, a smile beaming across his face. Next to him stood Clover, his person of honor.

Dalv walked calmly across the hall (it took all the strength in him to not immediately sprint into Starlo's arms) and took his place on the altar.

At once, the officiant began speaking. "I, EL BAILADOR, HAVE TASKED MYSELF WITH OFFICIATING THIS MARRIAGE."

Starlo shot Dalv a look. Dalv shot him a look back of 'Hey buddy, this was your idea'.

"We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of the Sheriff of this town, Starlo North Star, and his husband Dalv of the Dark Ruins." El Bailador posed dramatically between every phrase. Dalv was going to correct him, as he had been living in Snowdin for some time at that point, but he decided he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Two great members of the community, joined together in holy matrimony. Joined by PASSION, passion for each other, for the arts, for cowboy movies and organ music alike. Truly a match made in heaven. You may now speak your vows."

Starlo held his hands in Dalv's, and spoke first. "When I met you, I thought I already knew who I was. I was North Star, the sheriff, the lone wolf, among the willows, who don't need nobody to keep his bed warm. But... you filled a hole in my heart this ol' cowboy didn't even know he had. Thank you."

Dalv spoke next. "My starlight... When you met me, I was at my lowest. Alone, friendless, filled with regret over past mistakes... you helped me see past that. You pulled me out of the hole I was in, and helped me find myself again. That is to say, I'm lucky to have you. I will love you forever, until death do us part."

Until death do us part.

Til death do us part

...

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Dalv grabbed out a handkerchief and dabbed it over his eyes. "Sorry... I told myself I wasn't going to..." He took some deep breaths to ground himself, before he resumed talking. "That was the happiest day of my life. And since then, my life's only gotten better. Sure, we had our rocky moments, our arguments, the multiple run-ins with the law I had to get you out of... but I like to think you changed me for the better. And I hope I was able to help you out too, while you were still around."

Dalv placed the vase of golden flowers at the foot of the grave.

Starlo "North Star"

2084 - 2179

The best Sheriff this side of the Underground.

Dalv stared at the cob in his hand, silently, in reflection.

"I finally cleaned up that room you kept your cowboy memorabilia in. I decided to give most of it to charity. I cried. I cried a lot. But... it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulder. I turned that room into a room for my organ practice. I didn't want to get rusty, and I like to imagine you're still there with me, listening along..."

Dalv dug around in the picnic basket. "I kept these. I felt that you would kill me if I ever gave them away, and I don't think I could ever convince myself to anyways."

Dalv placed a rusty, beat-up six-piece revolver at the foot of the grave. He grabbed a worn cowboy hat and placed it on top.

He paused for a few moments.

"People keep telling me to stop coming here," he eventually spoke. "And in fairness, it has been a while. But... I start to feel bad if I don't keep you company. I think I worry that... I'll move on. That I'll forget about you. That you'll become just another 'blip' to me. I don't want that to happen."

Another pause.

"I started seeing someone recently. She seems nice. We both share a passion for childrens entertainment! Though her taste in children's media is more Amphibiland whereas mine is more Dr. Moose. She plays the violin too. Her playing is lovely..." Dalv cut himself off. He was blushing. "Sorry, I was rambling again... It's nice to have found someone else I like."

"I remember on the day that... the day that I lost you." Dalv placed the cob down on his plate. "As I was standing next to your bed, holding your hand, you told me with your last breaths that... people move on. And that it's scary, and it hurts, but it's important to grow as people. I think often about those words."

"You were the last friend that I had left. After Ed, after Moray, after Mooch and Ace, and Martlet, and... Clover... I went against your word. I vowed myself to never get attached again. I couldn't afford to forget you. I couldn't afford to replace your memory with another friend, who I will have to lose all over again. Not in this long life I live."

"But recently I've been thinking about what Martlet said, on the day we sent Clover off. She mentioned how the short 'blips' in life can leave the biggest impacts. I suppose in the scale of my own life, you were a 'blip' too. I will continue to live for... as long as I do. And even though I won't be able to spend the rest of it with you, I'll still have the impact you left on me. So, thank you."

Dalv's phone began buzzing.

"Oh, I should probably get going soon, I don't wanna be late for our meetup..." Dalv got up and began packing the picnic supplies back into the basket.

Before leaving, Dalv turned around to look at the grave one last time. "See you around, space cowboy." He shot a finger gun before finally turning to leave.

#undertale yellow #undertale #corn yaoi #fanfic #art #uty dalv #uty starlo #fanart #shoutouts to corn nation

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 7🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 7 "Stress Tested"

Timestamp: 00:06:51

Video Length: 4min. & 48sec.

Agent Clark spots Fig + Principal Grix's Mandatory Drug Test

Arcturus Grix: "Please give a warm welcome to law enforcement officer and agent of the Council of Chosen, Agent Clark." *Claps*

Fig does disguise self as Kristen! 😭✋

Gorgug is sitting between two Kristens! 😭✋

Fabian: "Do anybody else. Anyone else."

Brennan: "I rolled the nat20 on my Perception."

Agent Clark: "THERE YOU ARE!"

Brennan rolls a luck check!

Brennan: "One of you pick odds. One of you pick evens."

Everyone's reactions! 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "This episode's off to a rocky start, gang." 😂😂😭😭💀💀✋✋

Murph wants to silvery barbs the perception check

Brennan: "Okay. It's gonna be clear you're casting a spell."

Siobhan: "You got a two."

Brennan: "Oh, he got a two on the Perception?!"

Siobhan: "Yeah."

Brennan asks for a deception check from Fig!

Fig does it with advantage when she's disguised!!

Agent Cuspin Clark has a +10 to his perception and he got a 2 so his perception becomes a 12! 😭✋

Fig gets a 17 deception!

Brennan: "You see that Agent Clark, this literal eagle-eyed special agent, looking over a crowd that has two of the same person in it, begins to- he takes the mic off the podium-"

Emily: "With Gorgug in between."

Gorgug just put his huge axe in front of Fig! 😭✋

Ally: "I'm just smiling. I don't even know you've done it yet." 😭✋

Agent Clark: "Disguises. Pretty fun. Right, gang? Pretty fun to commit fraud, to pretend."

Kristen wonders what Grix is talking about and then notices Fig and asks her what she's doing! 😂🤣😭💀

Agent Clark: "To pretend to be someone you're not. It's all fun and games."

Gorgug whispers to Kristen: "Change into Fabian."

Kristen: Okay."

Ally grunts and does an impression of Fabian! 😂😂🤣🤣😭😭✋✋💀💀

Fabian: "Stop. Stop. Stop. That was sophomore year. I'm cool now."

Ally just keeps dancing 😂🤣💀

Fabian: "No. Stop. Stop, this is just rude. This is just rude. The Ball, do something." 😭✋

Brennan: "Your entire section loses it over this bit."

Kristen makes a persuasion check and gets a 16! 😂

Brennan: "So you guys sort of check out of Agent Clark's speech to watch Kristen kind of body roll for a second until you hear,"

Agent Clark: "All fun and games until DOPPELGANGERS BURN YOUR NEST! Thank you for your time." 😭✋

Agent Clark hands the mic back to Principal Grix! 😭✋

Emily: "That's a lot of emotional baggage to dump on some high schoolers."

Ally: "Wow."

Zac: "You'd think some sort of agent would be able-"

Ally: "Maybe reel it in."

Principal Grix: "As this injunction has been filed in between two segments of an auditorium assembly, the question and answer period will be limited to (beeping) 3 questions."

Adaine: "Okay, so are we not allowed to disguise ourselves or use Mirror Image or anything anymore? 'Cause like we've specifically been learning that in school and it's not against the law. So, like, why is-"

Principal Grix: "Did you not hear the middle portion of Agent Clark's speech?"

Adaine: "I just wanna clarify for everybody here that maybe didn't."

Emily and Ally dancing again 😂

Principal Grix: 'Please consult the Adventurer's Handbook regarding-"

Fabian to Kristen: "It's more like this anyway." 😭😭✋✋

Principal Grix: "Authorized usage of disguise and enchantment spells are-"

Fabian to Kristen: "Your shoulders need to go up."

Brennan: "The entire section just starts going, woo!" *dancing* 😂🤣💀✋

Adaine: "I'm sorry. I don't think we ever received an Adventurer's Handbook. We were just told that chronomancy was the best kind of magic and then kinda sent on our way."

Principal Grix: "I must to the printing room at once. Copies will be provided at end of day of the Adventurer's Handbook. Only authorized uses of disguise in the service of a sanctioned adventure will be allowed on Aguefort campus. For the final bit of business today at the assembly, it has come to the attention of the student government that there may have been some illicit activity during non-school hours. You will all now be submitted to a mandatory drug test."

The awesome caption team: (scanner whirring)

😭😭✋✋

Principal Grix scans the ENTIRE STUDENT BODY! 😭✋

Fig: "It's a good thing I've been too busy to do drugs." 😭✋

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter 10 - These Feelings

"Y/N, you look way too happy." Taeil muttered.

"Do you finally have a boyfriend?" Jinkyoung, Taeil's wife and your sister-in-law, questioned, eyeing you suspiciously.

"I'm not dating anyone, Taeil-oppa." You replied, rolling your eyes. You were holding your infant niece with a smile on your lips. "Just friends."

"Uh huh." Jinkyoung rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips. "You can tell me."

"Nope. Not with Taeil around." You laughed. "Can't have him playing the big brother card on me."

"So there is a guy!" Taeil exclaimed, taking the baby from your arms, swinging her around before putting her down in her crib.

"Yeah, you might know him." You smirked, reaching for your coffee mug.

"Oh? One of the guys in your apartment building?" Taeil snorted.

"Maybe." You shrugged.

"As long as it's not someone that Jinkyoung introduced you to." Taeil laughed, his wife throwing a pillow at him. "If it's one of the guys in your building, then I'll know soon enough."

You huffed. You had to tell him sometime, right? He was bound to find out that you were seeing one of his employees. But you didn't know what to call the relationship. Were you and Mark dating? Hooking up? Friends with benefits?

"If I tell you, are you going to harass him like you did with my last ex?" You asked, finishing your coffee. "I really like him, oppa. Please don't ruin things for me."

Taeil nodded. "Of course I won't. All I want is for you to be happy."

"Thanks." You smiled.

"So who is it?" Jinkyoung interjected.

"It's my neighbor across the hall and one of oppa's employees." You admitted. "Mark Lee."

"Okay..." Jinkyoung raised her eyebrow. "Did he seduce you?"

"Eonni!" You pouted, shaking your head. "Not like that. It's complicated."

"Give me some details, kiddo." Taeil ordered.

"He was just helping me with my research for my new novel and then things just...kinda happened between us." You said, shrugging.

"So...you're sleeping together." Jinkyoung mumbled.

"No!" You exclaimed. "I mean, we've slept together once... There's no label on it yet."

"Hmm..." Taeil sighed. "Are you happy with him?"

"Well, we're still figuring things out." You sighed. "But yeah, I think so."

"Do I need to give Mark a stern talking to when I see him in the office?" Your brother mused.

"Oppa," You glared at him. "You promised me that you wouldn't bother him."

"Alright, alright. I won't go all prosecutor on him." He conceded. "So, has he taken you out on any dates yet?"

You nodded your head. "Yeah. We went to the movies and out to eat a couple of times. We've been spending a lot of time together recently."

"And how's that going?" Jinkyoung probed.

"Great." You grinned. "He's also helping me with my new novel. We never run out of things to talk about."

"Does he treat you well?" Taeil inquired.

"More than well." You blushed, pouring yourself more coffee.

Jinkyoung and Taeil shared a knowing look.

"You like him." Jinkyoung stated.

"I do." You nodded.

"Good." She grinned. "Now I won't have to worry about finding someone for you anymore."

"Thank god." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm kidding." She winked. "If you like him, that's fine by me. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

"Thanks, sis." You smiled.

"Alright, so does anyone want some cake?" Taeil asked, walking towards the kitchen.

"Hell yes." Everyone cheered, grabbing plates and forks.

After everyone was finished eating, you cleaned up the kitchen, sitting down on the couch next to Jinkyoung.

"So, what is it about this Mark guy that makes you fall for him?" She asked.

"We haven't known each other very long." You shrugged. "But...he treats me better than anyone ever has. And he really listens to me when I talk to him. Even if it's something boring or mundane, he'll listen and give me a response that shows that he actually cares."

"That's sweet." Jinkyoung smiled. "I bet you two are great together."

"We're definitely getting along better than any other people I've dated." You smiled. "This is the first time I've ever felt this way, eonni. It feels good."

"I'm glad." She leaned in closer to you, placing her arm around your shoulders. "You deserve to be happy."

You smiled softly, nodding your head.

It wasn't often that Jinkyoung talked to you this way. Most of the time, she kept quiet, staying quiet unless she absolutely needed to speak.

"And if it doesn't work out with Mark?" She asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Then it won't." You said, resting your head on her shoulder.

She gave you a hug. "Whatever happens, you'll always have me and your brother to support you."

"You're the best sister-in-law, you know that? I love you." You kissed her cheek.

"Love you too." She giggled. "Now hurry up and finish that novel. I wanna read it."

"I will, I promise." You chuckled, standing up to grab your coat.

The next morning, you stood outside of Mark's apartment door, knocking gently on the wooden frame.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing Mark standing in front of you. His black hair was styled neatly, falling slightly onto his forehead. His brown eyes sparkled as they gazed at you, making you feel weak in the knees.

"Morning." He greeted, giving you a peck on the lips.

"Morning." You returned, breathing heavily. "You're wearing glasses today."

"Eh?" He tilted his head. "Why?"

"They look good on you." You admitted.

He looked surprised, pulling them off and holding them in his hand. "They really do?"

"Yeah, they do." You laughed.

"Did you have plans yesterday?" Mark asked as he closed the door behind you. "You were pretty silent."

"I was at my brother's house." You explained. "I went to go play with my cute niece and then Taeil interrogated me about my love life. I told him about us, but he made me promise that I'd make sure that you weren't messing with me."

Mark chuckled, placing his hands in his pockets. "How did he react?"

"He wanted to give you a lecture." You sighed. "But I told him not to bother you."

"Well, I'm flattered." Mark smiled, bending down to place a kiss on your lips. "I'm glad he respects you."

"Me too." You grinned. "He's my brother after all."

Mark wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a small kiss on your nose. "Let's get out of here. The weather is nice today."

"Sounds good to me." You giggled, smiling brightly. "What do you have planned for today?"

"Nothing much." He shrugged. "You up for a walk?"

"Sure." You nodded. "I could use some fresh air."

"Awesome." Mark grabbed your hand, leading you out of the apartment building.

The sun was shining brightly, casting beautiful shadows on the buildings. Birds were chirping loudly in the trees, carrying on their daily activities. You walked alongside Mark, admiring the view of downtown Seoul. Everything seemed peaceful and calm; it was almost like nothing bad could happen on a day like today.

"Let me ask you something.” Mark said, placing his hand on your lower back. “How would you describe your relationship with me? Are we just having fun and hooking up?"

You stopped in your tracks, looking at him. "I think we're more than that." You whispered. "It's hard to explain exactly why. But we seem to fit together."

"Mmm, I agree." Mark nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist. "There's chemistry between us."

"And you feel it too?" You asked, smiling widely.

"Most definitely." He smiled.

“You don’t mind being with an old woman like me?” You joked, trying to break the tension.

“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.” Mark retorted.

“Mhm.” You hummed. “So, do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? Or do you want to keep flirting with me until we reach our destination?”

Mark tangled his fingers with yours. “I really do like you, Y/N.” He admitted. “And I’m happy with whatever kind of relationship we decide to have with each other. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to finally find someone that you’re truly compatible with. So yeah, whatever we end up doing…I’ll support you 100%.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Well, thank you.” You wrapped your arm around his neck, bringing his head down for another kiss.

“I’ve gotta say, though.” Mark chuckled as you pulled away from him. “I like these kisses a whole lot better when you’re naked.”

“Mmm, I guess you’ll just have to wait until later, huh?” You teased.

Mark flashed you a sexy grin. “Oh, I intend to.”

You both broke into laughter, beginning to walk again.

You looked over at Mark, seeing him staring at you intensely. "I really am happy with you, Mark." You breathed. "Being with you is amazing. I know this started off as just research for my novel but as I spend more time with you, I'm starting to realize that I don't want this to stop. I really like being with you."

Mark let out a sigh, breaking eye contact. "Same goes for me. Being with you has made me feel more alive than I've felt in a long time."

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him. "You...really mean that?"

Mark took a step forward, placing a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Yes. More than you could possibly imagine."

"Wow..." You swallowed, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "What is this feeling? I've never experienced anything like it before."

"Like what?" Mark cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up.

"Everything feels different now." You confessed. "The sun seems brighter. My heart beats faster. It's like...the universe has been waiting for me to meet you and you alone. I can't even put it into words."

Mark smiled softly. "Y/N...you make me feel the same way."

"I want to experience everything with you." You said, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "From sunrise to sunset."

Mark wrapped his arms around your waist, planting a kiss on your temple. "Does that mean you’ve fallen in love with me?”

“I think I might have.” You whispered.

“You think?” He teased.

“Shh…this is the closest you’ll ever get to hearing me admit it.” You chuckled.

Mark wrapped an arm around your shoulders, taking your hand. "Then I’ll wait until you say it. For as long as you need me to. Because I don’t care how long it takes, I’m gonna hear you say those three little words to me."

Your breath hitched as you watched him move closer to you.

“If you still feel that way in a few months, or even years, I’ll be right here, waiting for you.” He continued, kissing you lightly on the lips. “But for now…let’s go home.”

“Okay.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

The two of you walked side by side, enjoying the day. When you arrived back at your apartment building, you stepped out of Mark’s embrace.

“Thank you so much for walking with me.” You smiled.

“Anytime.” Mark replied, placing his hand on the small of your back. “And I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“Of course I did.” You gushed. You turned to head into your apartment but Mark grabbed your hand. "Mark?"

"Do you want to spend the night?" Mark asked. "Or maybe just a little while longer? Maybe watch a movie, cuddle, maybe fool around a bit?"

You let out a laugh, letting him tug you over to his door. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Lawyer! Superhero! Moonbyul x Reader - Days and Nights Like These

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This fic was inspired by a Jihyo fic from the amazing, talented, and wonderful @sanccharine along with my slight obsession with the Daredevil show on Disney+. Hope you all are well, and I wish you the best for a new week! ❤️

TW: Mentions of blood and injuries, and Moonbyul is super cheesy in this

Summary: Your wife, alongside being the best public defender in the city during the day, spends her nights taking care of the city in the ways that the law cannot. You're aware of her double life, and you only want to remind her to take care of herself when she's so worried about caring for other people.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Despite the tray of coffee and bag of baked treats occupying your hands, you manage to open the office door with little difficulty.

You're welcomed to the sight of a familiar office space in the city, and it's just as you had seen it yesterday, and the day before that. Maybe a few more papers were scattered around, but who were you to blame Sun and Moon Law Firm for being so popular with the locals?

You didn't even realize that Wheein was staring at you until you tore your gaze away from the office.

"Are you looking for Moonbyul?" Wheein asks while typing away at her computer.

She needs to take a break for once in her life. Wheein works her ass off, and she barely gets a thanks in return.

"I am, but I actually have something for you and Solar too."

You set the tray down on a clear corner of Wheein's chaotically organized desk. You fish out a small cinnamon roll for her, and you hand her one of the cups of coffee.

"Sorry if I didn't get you the right-"

Wheein shakes her head before taking the cinnamon roll and coffee from you.

"Please don't apologize. I appreciate the gesture, and I'm sure Solar will too, Y/N." Wheein reassures you before the door on your left opens.

Solar sticks her head out of the door, and she offers you a bright smile. You chuckle as she eyes the coffee and food on the desk.

"Is that for me?!?" She excitedly asks.

You nod before grabbing a blueberry muffin from the bag. Solar nearly jumps out of her office before standing in front of you.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Y/N?" Solar says before snatching the muffin from your grasp.

She squeals in delight after the first bite, and you make sure to hand her a coffee as well.

"You tell me… at least twice a day at this point, Solar."

You smile before Solar plants a friendly kiss on your cheek.

"You're the best! Why, if Moonbyul didn't already marry you, I'd do so in a heartbeat!"

Wheein laughs as you hear the main door behind you close.

"What was that, Solar?"

Solar turns red as you turn to face the woman who just spoke.

"I can't believe you're late to your job." You tease as Moonbyul closes the distance between the two of you. "You really can't show up on time, even if you own the place."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart… maybe you could let me apologize with a kiss?" She flirts with you as you place a gentle, loving hand on her shoulder.

"You're just as charming as the day I met you." You wave off her advances before giving Moonbyul the kiss that she desires.

"You're worth every word, baby." She winks before placing a hand on your waist.

You laugh in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, and she smiles proudly before kissing your forehead.

"Listen, I hate to break this up… but we've got some cases to work on." Solar interrupts the two of you.

Moonbyul lets go of your waist, and you step away from her so she can grab the remaining coffee and baked goods.

"Do you have any updates for us, Wheein?" Moonbyul asks as Solar heads into her office.

"Actually, I do. You know that Mrs. Martinez heard back from her landlord, and they said…." Wheein and Moonbyul's voices fade away as they walk into Solar's part of the office.

Solar gives you a thumbs up and a warm smile.

"I'll make sure she gets home on time."

"You better." You jokingly say as Solar closes the office door.

You happily sigh before throwing away the trash and heading out the door.

The early morning hours tick by slowly as you await your wife's arrival to your small apartment. Well, technically speaking, it's her apartment, but you both pay rent and do chores. You had to fight tooth and nail to do so, however, since Moonbyul is very stuck in her ways. She barely lets you pay for dinner, so it took hours upon hours of convincing to get Moonbyul to let you pay your half of the rent.

You check the clock, and it's only been one minute since you've checked last.

It really gets boring at 3:31 in the morning, especially when your wife is out doing god-knows-what.

Although many would call Moonbyul a hero in the courtroom, that wasn't the only place that she helped to save lives. She preferred the term 'vigilante', but it was all the same to you.

When Moonbyul wasn't busy helping commonfolk navigate the court system, she'd be nonchalantly fighting crime late at night. You had accidentally found out yourself one night when she came home bloody and bruised when you were staying over at her place.

You had nearly called for emergency help, but Moonbyul persuaded you not to, which was when the truth came out. Initially, you were upset, but then you felt bad that she felt like she had to hide a part of herself from you. You had been so open and honest with her, yet she felt so guarded around you most of the time.

It took you much longer to realize why Moonbyul would, in the past, suddenly cancel late-night dates or flake out of certain social events. Once that realization hit you, you had decided to make your schedule work around hers. Late-night dates turned to morning coffee dates, and large social events became an intimate gathering among a few friends. Her comfort was above all for you, and you wanted to make this relationship work because you love Moonbyul with every atom in your body.

You roll over and check the clock once more.

It's 3:32… I better get the medical kit ready since I have nothing better to do, and I'm not going to bed anytime soon.

In the dark apartment, you manage to stumble into the bathroom. You turn on the light, and it flickers for a few moments as you readjust your eyes to the light.

You grab the medical kit from one of the drawers by the sink, and you set out one bandage of every size, some burn cream, an ointment for cuts, and a medium-sized roll of gauze.

That's when you hear the door open, and you grab the gauze roll before stepping out of the bathroom.

Without hesitation, you throw the gauze in the general direction of the person who just entered your house.

Moonbyul catches the item without looking in your direction, and she softly laughs while shaking her head.

"Our apartment is locked, sweetheart. Who else is going to get in here besides me?"

She tosses her mask to the side before turning on a light.

"I don't know, but I'd like to be prepared for an emergency." You huff before crossing your arms.

The skin-tight suit and messy hair is a different look to Moonbyul than the suit-wearing, tidy lawyer that you saw in the morning.

"It's nice to know that you're thinking about protecting yourself, but please throw something that could actually hurt someone if that should ever happen."

You try not to laugh as you eye her for injuries.

"Busy night?"

"No, it was quiet. Too quiet, if you're asking me." Moonbyul says before carelessly laying on the couch.

"I'm glad you're not hurt, though." You turn off the bathroom light, and you close the door before approaching your wife.

"Me too." She sighs, and you lay next to her without saying a word. "You can come closer, Y/N. I don't bite too hard~"

"Ah, why do you say things like that!" You exclaim before lightly smacking her shoulder.

"I do it because I love you." She earnestly says while catching your hand with hers.

"I know you do, babe." You comfort her by pulling yourself towards her. "I love you too."

"I wish we could spend the rest of our lives like this." She mumbles before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I know, but you've got a city to save and defend." You softly encourage her before the both of you yawn in unison.

"And you've got lots of things on your plate as well."

"That's why nights like these are amazing." You say before allowing your eyes to close. "I'd do everything over again if it met that I'd end up with you."

You wait for her to respond, but you're quickly able to tell that she's already asleep.

Good. Moonbyul needs the rest because this city needs its defender and protector in peak condition.

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 10 months

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Hi! I've been musing over this for a day or two but I saw you mention you were in a Shakesperian play before and it got me thinking....you and Benedict in whatever Shakespeare play of your choosing I think it'd be so cool!

Also on the same note but an AU with Dr. Strange as a theatre professor and you bond with him over your love of literature and playwriting 🥰

I love this so, sooooooooooooo much and guess what, my brilliant friend...

It's an actual thing!

The One That Got Away

In my early years on tumblr, there used to be a lot of contests by Artists and Writers to promote their blogs. One such that I won was a custom written one-shot. And as what you've described above (me acting in a play by Shakespeare, opposite Benedict) has been a long desired dream, that's what the Author created for me. BC & I performing together in The Taming of the Shrew. Dust to Dust is a fic filled with angst & mutual but unfulfillable longing!😁Please check it out; it's a very quick, wonderful read.

But it gets even better...

I loved this story so much that my mind kept going, I need more...there has to be more to the story. And I began to write. Bits and pieces of Benedict & Virgilia (Vicki) interacting. Pining. Confessing forbidden feelings. A kickass prologue. Until I finally had to broach the topic with the Author--who had felt a pull to continue the story as well

So, she asked for samples of what I'd written, and once satisfied with how I envisioned the story playing out, she gave me her blessing. The One That Got Away is one of my dearest WIPs, and though it's been ages since I've updated, I know exactly how the rest of the story goes (including lots of angst, a forbidden tryst or two, lovers separated by an ocean wide, reconciliation and a happy ending). I even wrote an epilogue already, for a bestie of mine who initially struck up our friendship because she loved the story so much.

Gotta say, it makes me really happy to talk about it, so I must thank you heartily!🥰 I miss those inspired days of writing. So impassioned to get the words on the page that I even wrote one pivitol chapter in a law office where I had to give a deposition about an accident I witnessed at work!

I hope with all my heart that a few new Readers will check it out from seeing this post, and maybe even give it some love. I know many of us refer to something we've written as some of our best stuff--but this is no cliche; I really think it is.

Oh, and your second suggestion...Stephen as a Theatre Professor? Absolutely worth adding to my list of things I'd love to write if I ever get my mojo back for real.

a very excited PS:

I have two songs that encapsulate some of the feels for this fic. Girl Crush by Little Big Town, and Taylor's Wildest Dreams

PPS: a wonderful graphic artist made an amazing 'book cover' for the story; and the OC costume designer for Shrew is based on her

#bakerstreethound #tumblr love #fic writing #a tie that binds #benedict cumberbatch #my beautiful obsession #my constant muse #shakespeare #theatrebatch #shakespearebatch #the taming of the shrew #my wriitng #The One That Got Away #TOTGA

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Hi! I love your fics and I truly adore your characterization of Felix! My question is, do you think canon!Felix is that much of an airhead? I mean we know that he's seen doing shit like showing his doodles to his cousin grinning like it was the most amusing thing in the world, and we've seen him just sit under a tree with his broken bike hoping(!) for a higher being to maybe save his ass(?) etc etc. But -and this question might seem really ignorant (I'm sorry!) but I'm not familiar with the west's educational system at all - aren't you supposed to be smart to be accepted to Oxford? Or at least have the grades to show up for it? I mean I know Felix's family is important and all and maybe Catton donations are a Thing, but I was under the impression that he wouldn't be completly academically helpless. Like farleigh for example. He seems be intellectually very capable albeit admittedly, he grew up in different circumstances so he probably had show that he deserved what was given to him (although he did get expelled from multiple schools for his deranged behavior lol) Anyways! Love airheaded Felix with all my heart! And I love you for your genius writing!!

OMG hello anon!!! thank you for the question I'm always so shook when I get questions like this because I'm like,,,, people care what I think?? omg.....so I am very honored

SO! I think canon Felix is NOT an airhead, or at least not as much of an airhead as LAWS Felix is. I think WIPIP Felix is probs WAY closer to actual Felix.

I def think he's probably the level of stupid your average college boy is HAHAHA which means he's not....stupid....just dumb.....AKA I think he's probably just immature, cocky, and has never had to try that hard to get anything he's ever wanted.

Oxford is DEFINITELY hard to get into and you need good grades. I'm American (so obvi UK folks def probs know more about this than me), but I view it how we view the Ivy League, which are like our most prestigious universities and super hard to get into. BUT. There is a caveat that gives you an advantage in getting into these schools: Legacy students. I'm pretty sure this isn't as much of a thing for Oxford (just telling from looking it up) and it's more of an American practice, but to put it simply is that if your parent attended said university, you get a bit of an advantage for admissions. Yeah. Isn't that gross???

SO I kind of think about it that way: Sir James probably attended Oxford and they probably made some hefty donations, giving Felix a bit more leeway than most admissions would get. I think Felix probably has gotten pretty good grades when he tries, but I also think he gets away with a LOT more than an average student. Some nepo baby privilege fr fr. We also learn he's running late for his tutorial and SKIPPED the week prior from the whole bike scene, so just using that as a reference kind of tells us he's not the ~best~ student. I def think he's probably pretty smart though, just privileged and lazy.

And then Farleigh, on the other hand, I think DOES have to try. Even though he's supported by the Cattons, I don't think he benefits from the same privilege as the Cattons.

But LAWS Felix.......he is such a himbo.........true Gen Z'er who has no attention span because of TikTok (I say this as a Gen Z'er).....I don't think he's stupid, just that he kinda gets by in Oxford. For his grades before Oxford, I think he probably got a lot of little grade "bumps" from teachers. BUT I also think that maybe he gets accommodations? Here in the USA, if you have dyslexia or dyscalculia or other learning disorders you get a bit more leeway with testing and whatnot. By leeway I mean additional time, rooms where you test alone, etc. For LAWS Felix I have the canon of Felix dealing with Dyslexia/Dyscalculia/ADHD. He's fr trying his best my poor boy

BUT OBVIOUSLY all of this is just my opinion and what I think!!! I'm also an American, so a lot of my info is based on my experience in the American education system. Thank you so much for the question <333

#kisses you anon #thank you for the question!! hopefully this made sense #justalilguyoops answers

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inlocusmads · 10 months

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even more thorne rose quotes which are more correct than canon because f that.

Captain Thompson: I saw you break into the records room, Rose.

Nora: It's okay, I have a permit.

Captain Thompson: This just says "I do what I want".

Trystan: Here's my wall of inspirational people.

Nora: Is that a picture of you?

Trystan: Yes, I'm big enough to admit I'm often inspired by myself.

Trystan and Nora before they've realised they're bi: HA! Who hasn't had gay thoughts?

Trystan: (introducing Nadja to Nora) Nadja's one of the country's legal advisors and Nora's the greatest human being ever invented.

Trystan: Nora, you're such a good friend. You're a beautiful, talented, brilliant powerful musk-ox.

Nora: ???

Trystan: Thank you, ox for keeping this ship afloat.

Trystan: I beg of you, will you just shut your beautiful pie hole? Just -- sit there, let me stare at you while you silently support me on this-

Nora: (violently shakes her head, refusing) Trystan.

Trystan: Sshhh--- your quiet support means the world to me, as well as your tacit endorsement of all my behaviours.

Nora: Well, as a wise person said to me, "Nora, you cunning pliable ebony-haired sunfish, tackling the hotel receipts is the key to my plan"

Trystan: Good memory sunfish!

Trystan: Oh Nora, you beautiful tropical fish. You're smart as a whip and you're cool under pressure. You've resuscitated a murder victim's heart in your bare hands!

Nora: No I haven't.

Trystan: You haven't? You will. You're that good of a detective.

Nora: Boss, nice to see you.

Mafalda: Hey Rose. Thorne.

Trystan: Been a long time, eh boss? Captain? Oh Captain, My Captain from er- Dead Poet's Society.

Mafalda: You're getting weird already?

Trystan: Nope I'm good.

(Nora: (turning to the cameras) Mafalda won't let us go infilitrate a cult so easily, so I need her authorisation. I'm really nervous because I need this to make a break in the case. And Trystan's nervous because he's afraid of the law enforcement.

Trystan: (to the cameras) I'm not afraid of the law enforcement, public or private. I have no reason to be - I don't break any laws - ever -- because I'm deathly afraid of the law enforcement.)

Mafalda: I'm having a meeting with my former NYPD colleagues. Then later, I'll be at O'Malley's. There'll be beer. I want you to swing by. I'll give you an answer. (at Trystan) Weirdo can come too.

Trystan: All right!

Nora: Let's go.

Trystan: Oh hey - uh may I say the -- law enforcement - the people bleeding red-

Nora: Stop.

Trystan: - they're our heroes. Obviously some more than others. Oh boy here it comes. 9/11.

Nora: And we're done.

Nora: These are the collection of evidence we've got to prove your innocence. Everything we're currently working on for this trial. You cannot give up now. You have things to do! You have two weeks left before the trial. Use it.

Trystan: Nora (tearing up), you poetic noble land-mermaid. You're right once again. Thank you.

Trystan: Holy crap, I'm actually free! I'm a free person!

The Judge: That you definitely are, yes.

Trystan: (turning to Nora) thought it was going to be more dramatic than that.

Nora: Hold on -- okay, say it again.

Trystan: Holy crap, I'm actually free!

Nora: (plays funky dance music, bobbing her head to the beat until Trys chimes in)

#source: parks and rec #incorrect thorne rose #trystan x nora

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justanotherfangirlst · 1 year

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A Gift of The Heart

"Thank you again for inviting me over and helping pick out flowers Mr. Brookstone. I really appreciate it," Daniella thanked before taking a sip of tea. Lou waved his hand.

"Please, it's Lou. You're going to be my daughter-in-law and I won't have any more of this 'Mr.Brookstone' mess. As for your flower help, you are most welcome. I remember Lily being just as frustrated with all the decisions," he reminisced.

Cole walked into the living room as Lou took a sip of his tea. He waved his son over to sit next to Daniella before reaching for another tea cup. Cole set the bag he had brought in between his feet as he took his tea from his father.

"I take it you got what you needed?" Daniella asked, motioning to the bag.

"Yes. I think," Cole answered.

"I'll give you two some privacy. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," Lou said with a knowing smile before standing and walking through the door and down the hall.

"What do you mean, 'think'?" Daniella asked with a small smile. Part of her hoped that it was a joke, but another part was beginning to panic at the chance of something going wrong.

"Well, I think the size is right. But I need to test it first," Cole explained as he set his cup down and pulled a small box out of his bag. He opened it and pulled out a silver ring with a diamond in the middle of a small lily.

Daniella gasped as she took in the sight of the beautiful ring. After Cole had proposed and they started making plans, he had not mentioned a ring. Cole set the box on his leg and held out his free hand.

"May I?" he asked softly. Daniella nodded and gave him her left hand.

Cole gently took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He let go for Daniella to admire the ring on her hand and to make sure that the ring would not fall off her finger. Daniella took another close look at her hand before turning her gaze to her future husband.

"How much did this ring cost?" she asked.

"Umm...well it wasn't expensive to have it resized if that helps," he answered.

"Resized? Cole, where did this ring come from?"

"Well, it was my mom's ring. When I called Dad the day I decided to get our Yin Yang pendant, he insisted that you have Mom's ring. And I totally agree. I want what they had. The undying love they both had. Through thick and thin, they always said that they loved each other before going to sleep. Mom and Dad were the perfect pair, and I see that with us. We've definitely been through a lot and I don't think that I could ever have done it with anyone else. So I had this ring resized to match the other ring that you sometimes wear. And I know that this is a little too fancy for fighting and stuff so I got us matching wedding bands to wear when we don't want to wear the fancy ones," Cole explained, reaching into the bag and pulling out another box.

"Oh Cole, I don't know what to say...I wish Dad had left something meaningful for me to return the favor. I mean, I have his monastery, or the rebuilt version but nothing like this," she said, holding up her left hand.

She took a breath and slipped the ring off her finger, handing it to Cole.

"But your dad did leave me something meaningful," Cole replied, placing the ring back into it's box.

"What's that?" she asked, scrunching her eyebrows together, trying to think of what Cole was referring to. Cole looked up from the box and smiled as he took in her facial expression. Her thinking expression was one of his favorite looks on her, how cute she looked when trying to figure out the problem at hand. An expression that he had drawn in his sketchbooks while she was working.

"He left me you Moon Flower," he answered, leaning forward and kissing her forehead before standing up and grabbing the bag. He turned to face her so that he could take in her shocked looked and the blush that was creeping across her face. Another set of sketches that she would never see.

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I thought it would be so cute for Dani to have Lily's wedding ring. At first I thought that it would be Lou and Lily's Yin-Yang pendant but I thought this would be cuter.

Daniella belongs to me Cole, Lou and Lily belongs to LEGO

Please do not use my character or work without my permission

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago oc x canon #oc: daniella #cole brookstone #the wedding

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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Lovie, do you know what i LOVE about your stories so much? I enjoy them not only because your writing is adorable and really really good but i LOVE them because you always go with one of the boys for readers boyfriend/love interest. It's either Marc x reader, Steven x reader, or Jake x reader. This is making much more sense than all 3 of them being readers boyfriend at the same time, like... seriously?

It's just... with DID you have these alters living in one body. It doesn't mean it's one person. It's different persons sharing one body. And in Moon Knight we've seen how jealous Marc was of Steven because of Layla. He - Marc was her husband. Having Steven fall for her is like another person would fall for her and try his luck with her or his young brother falling for his wife. No one would like that. No person (except for an open relationship, cheaters, whatever) would ever have 2, 3 or more boyfriends at the same time. It bothers me in fanfiction when reader is the girlfriend for all 3 of them. It doesn't go like that.

In real life you'd choose 1 person to be your partner. Not 2. Not 3. Just 1. And that's that.

I like that in your fics you pair us readers with just 1 of them and the others as friends.

It's making sense. Like if I'm with Steven, in a relationship, I'd probably see Marc as my big brother or brother in law or something. Jake in that scenario would be my bestie that handles the shit I'm upset for.

It goes like that in any scenario. Marc, my husband? Gladly. But then Steven is my bestie and Jake too. And so on. And so on.

There's a lot of fanfiction out there with Steven x reader, Marc x reader, Jake x reader on one story and it bothers me. I scroll past that and look for one of them to be paired with but I haven't - unfortunately - found much of them. Your blog has that and I'm THANKFUL for that. Really really thankful. It's nothing against those writers btw. Some of them really are good writers I just don't like having 3 boyfriends - is all. I always think I'd cheat on the others with that and I hate it.

This is so long and Callie I'm so sorry for that but I needed to get it out because it was really upsetting me.🥺 And I wanted to let you know that I appreciate you for not doing that. 💛💖💜❤

Love you lots ❤💜💖💛

-- your sunnie 🌻

oh my gosh no worries, sunnie! thank you for sharing this with me, i really appreciate it (and you) :))

with these fics, it really comes down to both the reader and writer’s preferences. there’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to be paired with only one alter and seeing the other two in a platonic way. but at the same time it’s not too out there for these characters to be in a polyamorous relationship with the reader should the writer call for it bc this can happen in real life to those with DID (you may find it OOC for them, but fanfics is all about having fun and being creative so there’s nothing wrong with that!).

when it comes to writing for the moon knight system, we have to think of them as three separate people, because that’s how it really is with DID. in reality, it is possible for a person dating someone with DID to be in a relationship with more than one alter because again, they are separate people, just sharing one body.

with me, i do tend to pair the reader with just one of them. but if ever the plot calls for it, then i’ll write it as a poly relationship and give a heads up in the description ☺️ btw i hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way or anything bc i totally understand where you’re coming from. i’m glad you enjoy my fics for that reason too!

#hopefully this makes sense bc im running on 4 hours of sleep right now lol #asks #🌻 anon

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evangelistsampsonbello · 2 months

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ACCUSED BY THE LAW

We've been gracefully redeemed by faith in Christ Jesus who never accuses us but came to reveal the Love of the Father in Himself, for the Salvation of our souls (John 3:16-17). The Law accuses the sons of men, having brought forth the realization of sin and condemnation; yet, grace came through Jesus Christ who justifies us before the LORD, our Heavenly Father, as the blessed one who ever lives to make intercession for us (John 1:17, Deut. 11:26, Gal. 3:12-14).

Although, Jesus Christ "always lives to make intercession," we all need to receive Him for the redemption of our souls because whether or not a man keeps the Law - ritual without the reality of faith in Christ Jesus who fulfilled it, as God's Word - he will never have eternal life; for nobody is justified by their own works or religious practices, but by faith in the only begotten Son of God, who empowers us with the Holy Ghost (Heb. 7:25, Romans 2:12, Galatians 2:16).

PRAYER: Thank You, LORD, Jesus Christ, for Your redeeming Blood, which has so graciously set me free from all accusations, giving me the boldness, through the Holy Spirit, to declare the Good News of Salvation to all who need hope. Please keep me motivated to proclaim Your Word in love but never to accuse anyone, so that souls may realize the Truth, receiving Christ in repentance from dead works to personal faith and a Divine, intimate experience of Your Love,

Amen.

From John 5:45

#motivation #inspirational quotes #quoteoftheday #inspiring quotes #life quotes #writers on tumblr #writing #history #jexx-x72

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carlageddon · 11 months

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Change of scenery, giving Shadespire a go.

So between playing the Ape and my Brother-in-law, we've been sticking to the two player starter set. We stick to the same Warbands. Both Ape and my Brother are the Nighthaunts, whilst I stick to the Stormcasts. The Nighthaunts are defiantly at the advantage.

My collection has grown a little over the past couple of months.

I imagine, as I don't get to play as much as I really want (mainly as I have no one to play with) I'll be surprised if a lot of these boxes ever get opened. Still it's Games Workshop stuffs, give it 10 years and they'll be worth a fortune, I could sell them and retire to the sunny coasts of elsewhere.

As the rules are ever changing between seasons, we've decided to stick to the original season, to keep it a lot more simple.

The figures are built, the boards laid out. We've rolled to choose which Warband each of us are going to use, I've come out on top so I decide to stick with the Stormcasts and have Steelhart's Champions.

Whilst Ape goes with Garreck's Reavers.

The board is setup. The pieces are down.

It's taking us a bit longer than usual (which is saying something, even after all our games, it still takes us an hour and half to play the starter set) to read through all these new character cards, objective, gambit and upgrades.

We think we got everything we need, and will learn as we go.

Round one, and we are basically playing the same tactics as before, I hold ground in the hopes of gaining objectives he charges forward and aims to take out my heroes. It's his 5 against my 3. In theory, he stands a good chance at succeeding.

(Looking back, maybe the Reaver's weren't running to attack me, they were just running to get away from Ape's stinky foot?)

The Reaver's maybe many, however, all it takes are a couple of good dice rolls and they are down, low hit points.

Both of us are trying to rely on the 'Support' bonus for combat (We are still not 100% clear on the Support rules).

Not to be put off by the fact I've taken down a couple of his Barbarians, the fight continues through round 2. He's not giving up and lady luck is no longer on my side for dice rolls.

Ape's Reaver's have taken down two, out of my three Stormcast heroes. It's the last attack. If he hits this, I'll be out and unable to gain the victory points I need to win.

He gets 2 successful hits, Lady luck, comes back on my side, I've a critical defend and a shield. Block and a Block.

What do we say to the God of Death? Not Today.

I use the Ploy/Gambit card in order to swap which token my leader is stood on, getting me out of danger, onto Objective marker 1, for which by the end phase, I've got a Ploy/Gambit card that I can claim the point for being on objective 1 !!

It's over.

Ape scored 9 points (which is high for us), turns out there were quite a few objective points available for his Warband dying.

Garreck's Reavers seems to be a good Warband if you focus more on the combat. If you win, you'll take out fighters and gain objectives points for doing so, if you die and have the right cards, you also claim objective points for loosing fighters in the end rounds. It's a risky gambit but it works..

Well, almost worked...

Thanks to jumping to that token and staying alive, I managed to get the two extra points I needed in order to claim a 10-9, very close victory.

I'm getting the hang of this, I'm now even 3-3 on wins & losses overall.

Yeah, I'm getting good. I think now is a great time to rest on my laurels...

Hey Brother, fancy a game?

#WarhammerUnderworlds #Warhammer #Steelhart'sChampions #Garrek'sReavers #Shadespire

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