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Lallybroch: copyright vs. trademark
An excellent question was asked by our friend @rosfrank in the comments thread to 'The door faces North' post and given the cosmic amount of uninformed bullshit being ventilated for almost ten years in this fandom, I think it's time to answer it once and for all:
Whenever we are informally talking about 'owning the rights to something', I think it's very important to bear in mind a fundamental distinction between two different categories of ownership rights: copyright and trademark.
The copyright is the most familiar one to many of you. It is what you usually find on those annoying and apparently useless first or last pages of all the printed or digital editions on this planet. Something like this:
In the US, copyright issues are regulated by the Copyright Act of 1976, as included in Title 17 of the US Code. The US public authority competent for registering and managing copyright is, as predictable, the US Copyright Office.
Perhaps the most seminal US Supreme Court decision, as far as copyright is concerned, is the 1991 Feist Publications, Inc., v. Rural Telephone Service Co. In it, the Court ruled that mere compilations of information or facts (such as, for example, telephone books) are not protected by copyright, according to US law. In other words, the ancient legal concept of 'sweat of the brow' (which simply means the amount of work required to gather and compile those facts/information) is not enough to qualify a work for copyright protection, if no creative effort is added to enhance its content. This is why I have always considered absolutely ridiculous Marple's efforts to watermark public information screenshots: it is useless (to the extent that it legally protects her from nothing) and, as her timelines, a mere compilation of facts (legally ditto). A similar approach is preferred by the UK and also by many Roman law legal systems, such as the French one - just making things clearer, here, by the way.
See how 'Erself is roughly doing, right now, in this department:
But I am rambling. In my view, Lallybroch, as a pivotal concept used in Diana Gabaldon's books, is protected by the copyright granted to each and every of her books mentioning it, according to the Roman law principle 'accessorium sequitur principale' (the accessory follows the principal). So it will remain protected for at least 70 years since the last of her books mentioning it would have been published under copyright. Unless she chooses to separately protect the entire finished cycle as a whole, once Book Ten (fingers crossed) is published, preferably during our foreseeable lifetimes.
That being said, that goes only for one copyright category: (published) text - you cannot copyright that secret diary in your drawer, LOL. This is why, the current US Copyright Office records concerning Lallybroch look like this:
Sony Pictures Television Inc owns the copyright to the fictional name Lallybroch in the motion pictures category, as it is the title of the Episode 12, in Season 1 - DG has been handsomely compensated for this, no worries. And someone I have no idea about owns the rights to an original musical score she has written and titled Lallybroch in the music category, since October 2013.
Onwards to the trademark. This is something different and this is all about making your name/concept/idea profitable. It is all about branding it, putting it on a product and selling it under that brand. It includes all the graphic elements and the logo of the brand (accessorium...) - in short, its visual identity to the consumers. In the US, trademark issues are regulated by the 1946 Lanham Act and the public competent authority is the good old US Patent and Trade Office (USPTO).
Right now, the situation for the Lallybroch trademark is as follows:
So, we see three different trademarks: two of them, owned by Diana Gabaldon, are classified as 'dead' (cancelled and/or abandoned) and the third, Lallybroch Spirits, owned by S's Great Glen Company is pending approval - he will not be able to label any booze bottle Lallybroch Drink Me before permission is granted by the USPTO.
Let's unpack:
Both Lallybroch trademarks formerly owned by Diana Gabaldon were filed at the USPTO on February 21, 2000 and granted on December 12, 2000. The first was aimed at producing 'tartan fabrics for the manufacturer of clothing' and it was abandoned in December 2003:
The reason is that the owner did not file in any Statement of Use after the trademark was granted. She had three years to do so, and since she chose not to do anything about it, the trademark was deemed abandoned (Stacy K. Smith is the attorney hired by Herself, btw). That means she specifically implied not to intend using it in the future. As such, she may claim NO rights on a now free to use mark:
The second trademark was aimed at producing 'clothing, namely, t-shirts, dresses and headwear' and also 'jewelry, namely, rings, pins and necklaces'- to cut the story short: OL merchandise - and it was cancelled on March 1st, 2013:
The reason is that the owner did not file the Section 8 declaration (of continuous use for five years) within the allowed legal timeframe (6 months after the fifth anniversary of the trademark granting renewal). Her trademark federal rights are now deemed canceled (but not her state law and/or common law rights!) and if she wants to ever use that name again, she would have to start the whole process over, bearing in mind the trademark could have been granted to someone else, in the meanwhile (not her case).
And for anyone who might ask, 'Erself does not own any other trademarks whatsoever:
The other (Doll Lab - LOL for ages) Diana Gabaldon is a pharmacist from Albuquerque, NM. Chill. 🤣🤣🤣
The owner of the copyright to the fictional toponym Lallybroch, as far as published text is concerned, is Diana Galabdon.
The owner of the copyright to the fictional toponym Lallybroch, as far as motion pictures are concerned, is Sony Pictures Television Inc.
The owner of the copyright to the fictional toponym Lallybroch, as a personal work of music, is Mrs. Kelly Ruth Davis, of Pennsylvania, USA.
The owner of the Lallybroch Spirits trademark will be Sam Roland Heughan, when that trademark is granted by the USPTO.
I hope this answers your question, @rosfrank. Thank you for asking.
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Jock is so tragic in the canon context for me because its like.
Jo genuinely does like brick but she’s so overcome with her pride and competitiveness to confront her emotions and she already views herself as undesirable due to not conforming to the standards of women being feminine and “pretty”. She’s already expecting to get rejected and she doesn’t know how to deal with romantic feelings so she teases and antagonizes him instead.
Jo keeps people at a distance. Its evident in the show where she has moments of showing or hinting that she does genuinely care to some extent but immediately switches and covers it up with indifference. Jo also has shown desire to indulge in romance and be viewed as pretty (which she feels like she needs to be more feminine for which is sad but a whole other discussion).
And and Brick is so drawn to her because of her confident and dominating personality but it’s hard because she keeps everyone at a distance and seems to be 100% focused on winning all the time. And I don’t think he’d have much experience with romance either (Anne maria literally states that he’s not attractive in any way) and even though they clash a lot, he genuinely does like her. And both of them don’t know how to deal with it, let alone on a tv show where they’re trying to win a million dollars, so they’re stuck in this state of bantering and competing because that’s what they know.
And they’ll forever be stuck because they never got the chance to confront that since Brick never had a second go. Meaning that Jo never understood that Brick truly liked her for her, and Brick never got that Jo genuinely liked him as well but was too insecure or caught up in her own competitiveness to acknowledge it.
And that’s what really gets me, because it’s not just the pining, but how Jock is a representation of finding someone who really gets you and appreciates you for you who are, no matter how mean or embarrassing you can be. And the lack of them having a proper conclusion or fully understanding that hurts okay it HURTS I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THEM
#td jock#jockjockjock#total drama#i too tease and insult the people i like because i have unhealthy ways of dealing with my intimate feelings#can we start calling them doomed soulmates#i think we can all agree they’re soulmates (soulrivals??) no matter what we think abt their relationship#they find each other in every lifetime to compete#and they were doommates
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Half a year after defeating Pariah Dark, Danny ascends to the throne. A few months after his coronation, he receives many letters from nobles of varying realms, all asking to betroth their children to “Princess Danielle Phantom.”
After a lot of asking around, Danny finds out that, despite the whole “King” title amounting to little more than a boost in power, ownership of Pariah Dark’s old castle, and the loyalty of Fright Knight, the royal titles also come with a lot of influence in Infinite Realm nobility circles. There also hasn’t been anyone in the royal family other than the King since the start of Pariah Dark’s reign, meaning every single noble with an heir of their own was sending Danny letter upon letter asking for his clone’s hand in marriage.
Danny, not wanting to force Ellie to be engaged anyone but also realizing that ignoring all of the requests would make for a lot of angry ghosts who are still mentally in the 14th century, talks out the situation with Ellie, and the two come up with a plan.
Danny announces a tournament for the right to become engaged to the Princess, one that would span across several days. On the first day of the tournament, every suitor would fight in a ring battle-royal-style until only ten of them remained. Then, over the course of several days, each of the ten suitors would face off against Ellie. Whoever manages to defeat her earns the right to be her betrothed.
Of course, Danny doesn’t mention the fact that Ellie’s power is nearly on par with his own, and that she had been training with Fright Knight for about half a year. There was no way anyone would be able to defeat her without her letting them, therefore allowing Ellie to choose her betrothed, whoever and whenever she wanted.
Naturally, all the suitors get their asses handed to them, and the citizens of the Ghost Zone get the show of a lifetime. Of course, none of the nobles are happy, in fact they’re nearly ready to riot when Danny says they can simply try again in the tournament next year.
The tournament takes place, and once again, Ellie wins, much to the excitement of the crowd and the frustration of the nobles. The year after that, they send their children in with hidden weapons, none of which are a match for the Princess. The crowd goes wild, and many ghosts become curious as to who could possibly defeat such a powerful young ghost. She’s far more powerful than those in her age range, and ghosts above a certain age are forbidden from fighting for her hand.
Of course, a few fans realize that the rules never actually specified that the competitors needed to be dead, just within the age range.
So, a few fans of the tournament, eager for a good fight, kidnap the entire Young Justice team and force them to compete in the tournament— without explaining the tournament’s purpose.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#danielle phantom#‘no ghost can defeat me!’ ‘theyre no ghost’#by the time everyone finds out what’s going on the first day of the tournament is over#and Danny can’t exactly interfere without risk of a riot#if anyone wants to add onto this please do
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What Will Your Romantic Life Look Like?
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(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)
Hello, Senstea Souls!💕
I am back with another collective reading. This reading is about your future romantic life.
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Pile 1
Tarot cards- The Chariot, Seven of Cups, Two of Cups, Page of Swords, King of Swords, The Moon
Hello, my beautiful pile 1. Your romantic life is going to be very much focused on a dream that you and your partner have for your relationship. Love is not a destination and you both would know that and that's why there will be days in which you would want to experience everything together. You both will somehow be forging towards your destined path (basically your north node) and time will prove to you that you both are soulmates. Number 8 is of significance in this connection. I am seeing “the strength card” too. On your path, the challenges that you will face will only make your bond stronger. It's going to be a one-of-a-kind experience for you. Once in a lifetime to be precise! Not everyone will have the kind of connection that both of you will have with each other. Strong communication will be the foundation of your romantic life with your person. There is going to be a balance between emotions and logic. When you're vulnerable you will be too vulnerable with each other. Some connections only travel in the 3d world but your connection will be of a kind that will be ever-growing and eternally travelling through different dimensions. Your romantic life is going to be very spiritual. Dates will never end, and meetings will never end. The connection will never lose its spark. There is going to be so much you both would want to do with each other that you will end up confused and will find it challenging to bring your life together. But eventually whichever direction you choose to move in you will end up bumping into each other. Because as I said this connection is fated. I am sensing strong water and air sign placements in both of your birth charts. People around you will secretly compete with the kind of connection you guys have with each other. They will wonder, “Is this even real? Does this kind of love even exist in this day and age?” You both will help each other in healing each other's shadow sides. There won't be a single moment when you both don't feel safe with each other. You guys just compliment each other like ketchup and fries, haha! They are meant to be served together. You two will learn a lot. You'll be achieving long-term goals and stability with each other. Buying a home or living together will come later in your life because you two will build everything (by everything I mean every damn thing) together from scratch so it will take time. But you're going to have the kind of life no one can crumble down. No one! You both won't be able to walk away until you both throw each other into eternal glory. And right in that glory, you will never be able to forget each other. You will never forget the karmas that you both healed together. The darkness that you both dealt with each other will hold your glory high above in the astral sky. You both will overcome so many fears together. Wow! It's such a beautiful connection. One is a dove and the other is a dolphin. Both are from different worlds but so pure, so connected. One looks above and the other below and just like that they fall in love. It's one-of-a-kind love. Not everyone will be able to understand it so don't expect the world to understand your love anyway.
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Pile 2
Tarot Cards- Four of Cups, The Lovers, The Magician, The Emperor, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Wands
Hello, my beautiful pile 2. The first thing that I see in your love is the individualistic nature of you and your partner. You two will be very different from each other yet perfect for each other. There will be a lot of mirroring in your connection. You both will see your reflection in the other. It will shock you, surprise you. One will be sunshine and the other will be midnight rain. The advice you both give to each other will work wonders if you both are willing to see life from each other's perspective. Your romantic life will be quite organised. Doing something new in your connection will scare both of you. Overthinking is what will always prevail. Prioritising emotions can be a problem in your connection. As this reading is based on your current energy I also see choices will be needed to make quite often. These choices will overwhelm both of you but eventually, you'll choose each other and will make things work around the choice you make for each other. The choices you make on an individual level are what is going to bring you together. There will be a lot of risks involved in your connection. One of you may have had difficult relationships in the past so having a heartfelt communication can be a challenge. You two will end up together after going through a lot of tests and trials. The connection will have a lot of passion but it won't be easy. You both will be challenged to get rid of the unnecessary worries in your connection. There will be a healing that you would need to do before the relationship can finally emerge into something beautiful. You both will be devoted to each other and the more devoted you are the more challenges you will face. But all these challenges will act as an opportunity for you to heal the parts of you that can affect your connection negatively. Reminding each other how much you love each other will be crucial in your connection. Your romantic life will begin right after you both have faced your demons and worked on them individually. You both will only think of each other after the storm has settled and there's a comfortable quiet. You both will go to extremes to shower each other will love. I hear, “I belong with you, you belong with me. You're my sweetheart.” You both won't stop loving each other in chaos or storms it's just that you will be forced to help yourself first before loving the other. Your empty cups will fill with time and then it will never run out of love. This connection will bring an end to a never-ending pain/cycle. You both will be afraid to lose each other but also to lose yourself in the process of loving each other. But later on you both will realise the importance of heartfelt communication and your vulnerability will bring trust.
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Pile 3
Tarot Cards- The Emperor, Six of Wands, The Moon, Two of Wands, Two of Swords, Eight of Wands
Hello, my beautiful pile 3. I heard that your connection will be blessed by God. You'll be divinely supported in your romantic journey. I see an exchange of rings, communication and a lot of travel. Some details may get missed because you both fall for each other at first sight. There will be quickness in this connection. A lot will be overlooked and you two may end up marrying each other quite early into dating. Logically it will feel like a wrong move and you both may even question your judgement later on but divinely speaking this is exactly what is supposed to happen. There will be an instant connection between you and your partner. You may even feel caged later on but hear me out. You must be thinking then why would I even end up marrying this person? Well, I don't know the exact answer but I can see that there will be ancestors' support in this marriage. Perhaps, it's the kind of connection where it was a contract that you signed with this person on a soul level. I seriously don't know what your beliefs are pile 3 but this is something I am strongly getting. Like it is meant to go this way. I know I might sound insane. Also, this reading is based on your current energy so take it that way. You do have the power to change your future. The marriage will bring so much happiness to the families. When the love in the air will fade a bit you two will realise that one is trying to keep the peace (who wants to have soulful conversation) and the other is trying to risk their dreams to have a stable married life. And soon you both will speak your heart out to each other and things may go out of hand because of the overwhelming energy. As soon as the conversation puts you both off balance it will bring stability too as you both will understand each other and will provide the safety to work on your dreams. Wow! So that's why you would end up marrying this person. You'll achieve great things with the help and support of each other. You both will show each other the mirror of how powerful you are and how capable you are. And after this what will follow will be victory and generosity. You both will come together to give each other a strong career boon. You may not stay together for a long time but will definitely appreciate the change you both brought into each other's lives.
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As requested:
I stand before you, pen and clipboard in hand. "And how are we feeling today?"
I am met with a moan of... pain? Pleasure? A mixture thereof? Like the lowing of a cow, though at this point such a comparison is way too generous. Nonetheless, I jot down my findings and begin my routine checkup.
At your current size, it takes a whole minute of straight walking to circumnavigate your body, or more precisely your belly. It's a colossal thing, a literal mound of flesh that I could crawl atop of. And every square inch is packed with babies, hundreds of them according to the latest ultrasound. Layers and layers of children overlapping one another. There are babies deep inside you that have never known the caress of an outside hand; only the hands and feet of their many siblings in every conceivable direction, all competing for a little more personal space.
As such, your belly is never still. Your flesh, impossibly taut as it may seem at a glance, is always subtly writhing, undulating like the sea. You certainly have enough amniotic fluid sloshing about inside to masquerade as one. As a matter of fact, I write down that idea: *Record audio of amniotic fluid, test against actual ocean noise, ask subjects to discern the two.*
I continue my rounds, looking up and down the expanse of your belly for anything concerning, noting places where new stretch marks and bruises have formed for later lotion and oil application. In the last few months, we've gone through lifetime supplies of both, which is only appropriate, on second thought. You're creating many, many lives within you. I squeeze your protruding belly button--long lost to you--as I pass by it, but the sensation might be lost on you, when you're constantly contending with the squirming of your brood.
After several minutes, my evaluation is complete and I meet you again, face to face. "Looks like you've grown a few more inches since yesterday," I cheerfully inform you. Again, you moan piteously, not even making eye contact. Understandably so. You're so pregnant that it occupies your every waking thought. I'm barely a presence to you. Which suits me just fine. I mark the time, document my intention, then I click my pen closed and set the whole thing aside on a nearby table.
The rest of your body is elevated off the ground, so I must climb a few steps to reach the platform we’ve built around you. Out in front of you, there is a recess for each of your titanic breasts, which have similarly swelled to titanic proportions in order to feed the legion growing inside you. You started producing milk six weeks ago, and since then we’ve had industrial-strength siphons attached to your breasts, pumping around the clock so it doesn’t painfully build up. Even so, you produce almost as quickly as we’re able to safely extract. Every drop we manage to wring out of you is bottled and placed in cold storage, as there won’t be enough time in the day for you to breastfeed every one of your babies. In this regard, and others, you have exceeded our wildest projections. You’re too good at this.
I slip behind you, comfortably settling on the same seat you are. There is ample space, which your body seems to have taken as a challenge. Your ass cheeks are huge and pillowy, a natural consequence of how many calories you’re forced to consume to fuel this impossible pregnancy and the sedentary lifestyle said pregnancy enforces. Needless to say, you’ve grown quite fat. Your ass cheeks alone, huge and pillowy, threaten to engulf my form as I spread them apart to reach my objective: your quivering, constantly dripping pussy. You may be barely cognizant of your surroundings, but your body immediately recognizes mine.. Your hips instinctually align with mine for easier docking. “Such an obedient pet,” I whisper into your ear as I press my cock inside you, grunting with some effort since you’re so tight and swollen. My hands glide across your tender skin, raising goosebumps with just the tips of my fingers. "Your whole body is so sensitive." Your moaning increases in pitch. "Perhaps some part of you recognizes that I am taking advantage of you. But what can you do about it? Your brain is mush, all scrambled from being a baby factory. And to think, you volunteered for this. A post grad student hoping to pay off his debt. How could you have known we would turn you into this," I squeeze some of your flesh. "A fat guinea pig is what you are. Nothing but a pair of tits and a womb. You're not even a person anymore, you're property-a piece of equipment, hardware, in our mission to push the limits of human potential. Hundreds of babies are growing inside you. So who's going to notice one or two more?" That is when I begin to fuck you in earnest, causing your fat to quiver and ripple with each thrust of mine. Pathetic sounds tumble out of your mouth every time I push, but you can't possibly form the words telling me to stop. You haven't burst yet, but that's always a concern at the very back of your mind. You're much too pregnant already, surely you cannot stomach even one more baby, the next one will surely be the one to break the camel's back (or water, in this case). But that exact thought has run through your mind before, every time I've fucked you over the course of this pregnancy, every morning after evaluation, and though your body complains every time, skin creaking in protest as it's forced to expand further... I can't recall a single drop of my seed ever escaping your pussy. Truly, your reproductive system is insatiable.
I check the watch on my wrist, and register surprise. "Evaluation took longer today. Guess I'll have to speed things up. But don't worry, I'll have you screaming by the end of this like always~"
My children. The brood. The populace in my gut. Yet another baby plumps up my stuffed gut. My stomach cries at the new addition to the batch. I become more distended, breaking a new record for the new hour.
I can’t stop the cycle. I’ve lost everything to you. My dignity, my humanity, my body, my mind, my freedom. But I’ve accepted it to some degree.
Throughout all the trauma inflicted on my womb and pangs of pain of being such an overburdened papa, I do still find pleasure. My body has been receptive to all the arduous challenges you have tasked upon me and parting my legs was always the easiest part.
Taking in your cock is natural, of course, your seed is the consequence and pregnancy would have been inevitable. But the sheer number of occupants…?
Well, I almost can’t blame anyone else for this predicament other than myself. At one point, I could have refused. But I just kept taking you on and giving into this pleasure and this hedonism that is so deep within me.
Now, there’s really nowhere else I can turn to… but you.
I can hardly remember the outside world or who I was before. It wouldn’t matter now; it’s not like I can return. I’m serving a new purpose. I’ve become something bigger than that what I was before. Both literally and figuratively.
I can’t quit. No, not until I pop or when all these babies eventually pass out of me.
Or when you eventually grow tired of me, which I highly doubt would ever happen. Many things escape my hollow mind, but I knew as much that I was your plow horse; your cum disposal. Not your life-size doll, but what is yours and bigger than life.
And I’m disposed to you. You’re my mine as much as I am yours but perhaps, this “relationship” is still less than mutual. My pussy aches whenever you are around. You have sown my appetite and it becomes fiercer with each encounter I have with you.
Satisfy me, even though it hurts.
#hyperpregnancy#feeling really kinky ~ 😈#answered 💕#mpreg#nbpreg#fpreg#pregnancy kink#pregnant fantasy
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Writeblr - ReIntroduction
Howdy howdy! I figured I'd type one of these out again because I'm trying to be more active on here, and also pushing myself to indulge in my passion for writing again... this helped last time, so I may as well give it another shot.
My name is Milo (he/xe) and I'm an aspiring author. I've always loved writing, and there's never been a point in my life where I didn't want to write in some capacity. It's easy for me to succumb to writer's block, but writing makes me happy and I want to be able to share what I create.
About Me
I'm a 21 year old (very gay) transman from Canada, and I want so badly to be able to travel to other parts of the world one day.
I'm a D&D nerd. When I struggle with a writing project, I often fall back on expanding my D&D worlds/characters. It's my safety net.
My career is in film. I work in the Art Department, mainly in props, and am working towards maybe becoming a Production Designer one day. Film work is a competing passion of mine, and you'll definitely find posts of me talking about work.
Like most other authors, I love weird shit, and you'll find a lot of weird stuff in my writing. Weird Fantasy is my favourite kind of genre.
In my writing you'll find themes of 2SLGTBQIA+, found family, fighting destiny, struggling under mega-corps/capitalism, nature vs nurture, self-discovery, different kinds of love, slightly unsettling surroundings, and weird lil monsters/freaky dudes.
My Current Projects
I have two writing projects going on right now. One I had to put on the backburner because I had written myself into a corner. The story wasn't progressing or flowing the way I had envisioned/planned, and I ended up getting more stressed than excited to write it. The other is one more laid-back for me to write.
(Keep in mind, these short descriptions may be subject to change in the future)
The Strings of Willis Manor: Thistle Willis is sick. Her condition leaves her confined to the property of Willis Manor; a sprawling estate with lush gardens, dusty libraries, and secret corridors. At her attendance is Clementine (an automata handmaid, who was created with the sole purpose of tending to Thistle) and Andromeda Marrow (Thistle's childhood best friend). When her father doesn't return from a business trip to the South, Thistle's mother begins to fear the worst. In an effort to find a cure for her daughter, and establish Thistle as the head of the family business, Mama hires a Healer from an unknown land. But this cloaked Healer isn't who they say they are, and Thistle begins to uncover what really may be going on in the house she thought she could call home.
(Backburner) - Beneath Tattered Flesh: In the hissing, polluted, Magic, and bronze city of Ritec, Caesar Dampton is trying to move forward. He's trying to get over a bad break-up, make ends meet, and help his best friend - Emersyn Riley - find her place in the world. Between running away from his ex, and trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life, Caesar is stuck in a downward spiral.
Newt Gourdeau got the chance of a lifetime; a full scholarship to Verne Cobb University. Leaving their small town behind, they carved out a life for themself in the city of opportunities. They're trying to bury their problems in mystery novels, university studies, and attempting to find a scientific reason as to why some people in this world have Magic, while others don't. Their obsessions leave them in solitude for days.
But when the unlikely pair see similar tragic events happen at the same time, but in different parts of the city, they stumble into each other's lives. Manipulation and death follow the two at every step, but they're both determined to get to the bottom of a gruesome mystery unfolding in the city... or die trying.
What I'm Looking For
As you could probably already tell, I'm not awesome at keeping myself "on schedule", which is code for "I sometimes let my life/anxiety/career/whatever eat away at my passion for writing and I'll abandon it for several months a time". Having a place to post updates, or even just little rambles, really helps me out.
So in all honesty, if you're interested in what you see, then feel free to stick around! I'd love to chat, do fun word tags, and just be in a community of like-minded people.
Thanks for reading!
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CHAPTER NINE: What do You Want to Watch?
SUMMARY: “and I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list.
WORDS: 1526
GENRE: fluff
FANDOM: Inukag
FORMAT: multichapter
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Inuyasha was really trying to pump himself up. Perhaps way too hard. And the fact that he was failing miserably was driving him further up the wall.
He should be excited.
This Kikyo girl was fine. More than fine: she was perfect. Drop dead gorgeous, smart, sweet. They had been texting long enough for him to realize any guy would be lucky to have her. Which, as it turned out, wasn’t that long at all.
And yet, after she asked him out and he promptly accepted the invitation, Inuyasha wasn’t as thrilled as he knew he was supposed to be at the prospect.
He tried, in vain, to convince himself that there was a plausible explanation for his less than stellar reaction — Kikyo had just caught him off guard, that was all — and when it didn’t work, he blamed his lack of enthusiasm on the snobby restaurant she had chosen. The French name alone made him feel painfully inadequate.
But the fault, even if he refused to admit it, was the girl next door’s.
Kagome Higurashi.
His neighbor, best friend and unrequited love. Not that she had the faintest idea she was more than two out of those three things.
The situation was straight up maddening. One moment, Inuyasha thought himself above the whole falling in love thing and the next, he was head over heels for the absolute last person he had business catching feelings for. The absolute last person.
It kept him up at night, the recounting of footsteps, wondering if there was a particular corner he could have turned, a different direction he could have taken to prevent himself from loving Kagome as deeply and hopelessly as he did or if every chosen path led back to her regardless and he never even stood a chance.
Inuyasha wasn’t sure which option was worse.
There was one thing, though, that he was certain of: Kagome Higurashi wasn’t perfect by any means.
Sure, she was just as sweet as Kikyo seemed to be, if not more. Ironically, he was the only person to not be on the receiving end of such grace. It was funny, really. The woman was kind to the point of naivety, except, of course, when it came to him. Apparently, something about Inuyasha manages to push her buttons down like no other. It was a gift and a privilege, making her lose her cool. No one else has seen this side of her. This fierce, terrifying — and honestly sort of sexy — side.
Smart? Kagome was obnoxiously so, but it mattered little when so much intelligence was used for evil. And by evil he meant winning every fucking argument they’ve ever had. Whether she was telling him off or calling him out, Kagome was never afraid of putting him in his place with that sharp as knives tongue of hers. The fact that she could read him like one of the books he constantly found himself competing for her attention with was both comforting and unnerving and the only thing more frustrating than when she stubbornly got into her head that she was right about something was that more often than not she was.
And yes, Kagome was gorgeous, but not in the icy beauty way the media insisted guys were attracted to, although she had a rather annoying share of guys sniffing after her. No, she was gorgeous the way a drive home during the sunset was gorgeous. Real and warm. Familiar yet never the same, each dusk always beautiful in a new, different way. You watch it a thousand times, you unconsciously know it’s there today and it’s gonna be there tomorrow, then you take it for granted until you’re casually hit on the most mundane of occasions with just how dazzling it is. Suddenly it’s all you can see.
Inuyasha was aware those weren’t thoughts he was supposed to have about his best friend, especially when he was getting ready to go out with someone else. It went against everything he has ever been taught and Inuyasha knew he would be breaking his poor mother’s heart if she could see him now.
It wasn’t his intention to lead Kikyo — or anyone else — on, but Miroku was right: all it took was one real good date. If he couldn’t risk losing what he had with Kagome by making a move on her, he could only move on. Maybe Kikyo was the solution, the cure to this affliction.
Inuyasha shook his head in an attempt to get away from his reverie.
He was going to be late at this pace.
Dressed on black jeans and his best shoes, he searched the closet for his favorite sweater — the red one he has owned since forever — growing impatient when he couldn’t find it.
Did I leave my sweater there, Inuyasha texted Kagome while he expanded his search from the laundry basket to his unmade bed — on and under —, then behind the couch and to progressively more ridiculous places. Nothing. He checked his phone for an answer, but Kagome hadn't even read his message.
Which was perfectly fine.
Just because she didn’t reply as quickly as she usually did, didn’t mean something happened. She was a grown woman who was most likely busy. No need to get antsy.
He did need the sweater, though.
Mind made up, Inuyasha threw in the first clean shirt he could find and walked to her door, unceremoniously turning the knob and frowning at the realization that it was locked. Great. She either wasn’t home or chose this of all days to finally take his advice and keep the goddamn thing secured for once.
“Kagome,” he tried, gently knocking. It looked like she wasn’t there. Inuyasha knocked again to make sure, a little firmer this time. He was debating going back to his apartment to get the emergency key she gave him when his ears caught the sound of her clumsy footsteps approaching. The lights went on and she unlocked the door.
“Hey, have you seen—”
Kagome was a mess. Her hair was up in a chaotic bun, loose strands hanging from everywhere and framing her pale face. Her scent was wrong, the pink that normally colored her cheeks was concentrated on her small nose and her eyes were extremely puffy, but most importantly: right there, covering her petite body was—
“—my sweater.”
“Uh?” Slowly, Kagome followed his gaze, her doe eyes impossibly wide as she looked down at herself. “Oh, zorry! You wand this back,” she said, making a motion to take it off.”
“Don’t be stupid,” he countered, blushing immediately, “you’re sick.”
“I’m fined.”
Inuyasha ignored her, letting himself in and closing the door behind him, not at all proud of himself for promptly conjuring up a hundred ways of getting her to wear his clothes again and a thousand more of making her take them off.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, “I could’ve come sooner if you had answered my text,” Inuyasha added, carefully avoiding to let out how anxious not hearing from her had made him.
“Phone died and the beds took be out,” she finished her explanation with a sneezy.
“Ya feelin’ any better?”
“Yeah,” she lied, walking to the couch and wrapping herself into a blanket-made cocoon.
“Have ya eaten anything?”
“Not hungry.” Inuyasha reached for Kagome’s forehead to check her temperature but she moved away, “Don’t wand you to get zick too.”
“Idiot,” he touched her anyway, “half demons don’t get sick.” Her skin was concerningly heated and Inuyasha knew right then he wasn’t going anywhere that night. “You’re burnin’ up.”
“I’ve always been hot,” she joked.
“And now you’re delusional too,” he informed her in his best fake patronizing tone. Kagome’s laugh quickly turned into a coughing fit, so Inuyasha took a seat and brought her feet to his lap. “Alright, here’s what’s going to happen,” he began, fishing his phone off his pocket and selecting Kikyo’s contact, “I’ll put on some trash movie for us while you drink lots and lots of fluids. I’m gonna make you a soup and my mother’s famous antidote—”
“I’m not drinking liber again.”
He looked at her long enough to say “you’re gonna drink whatever I give ya, you big baby,” before returning his focus to the message app, rapidly typing I’m so sorry to cancel, but my friend got sick and I’m on nursing duty. Raincheck? and pressing send. “If you don’t get better then, I’m taking you to the hospital. Get that?”
“Whad about your plans?”
“Hm?”
“That’s whad you wanded the sweater for, right?”
Blowing off a hot date in favor of staying home with his sick girl friend was something Miroku would never let him live down and Inuyasha would be lying if he said he was looking forward to that particular conversation, but in that moment, he couldn’t care less.
A platonic cozy night with Kagome still sounded infinitely better than any potential romance a stranger could offer.
“This is more important,” Inuyasha shrugged. “Now,” he continued, pointing the remote to her flat screen and willing the streaming service to start, “what do you want to watch?”
A/N.: sorry about last chapter, here's a peace offering for the "modern" prompt of @inukag-week
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TDI Justin x fem reader
On the island of Wawanakwa, a group of teenagers gathered to compete in a reality TV show called Total Drama Island. Among them was a charming and handsome contestant named Justin, who had captured the hearts of many with his good looks and charisma.
However, there was one contestant who caught Justin's attention like no other. Her name was Y/N, a strong and independent girl who had joined the show to prove herself and have an adventure. Y/N had always been captivated by Justin's charm, but she never thought he would notice her.
As the competition progressed, Y/N found herself forming a bond with Justin. They would often have deep conversations late at night, sharing their dreams, fears, and aspirations. Justin was drawn to Y/N's intelligence, wit, and genuine personality, while Y/N admired Justin's kindness and ability to make everyone feel special.
Their connection grew stronger with each passing day, and soon, they found themselves falling in love. However, being on Total Drama Island meant facing numerous challenges and obstacles that tested their relationship.
During one particularly grueling challenge, Y/N injured herself, leaving her unable to participate. Justin, who had always been focused on his success, surprised everyone by sacrificing his chances of winning to take care of Y/N. He stayed by her side, nursing her back to health and reminding her that she was more important than any competition.
Their love story became the talk of the island, with other contestants cheering them on and even helping them in secret. Despite the drama and chaos surrounding them, Justin and Y/N remained steadfast in their love for each other.
As the finale approached, Justin and Y/N found themselves as the last two contestants standing. They faced off in a grueling challenge that tested their physical and mental strength. In the end, Y/N emerged victorious, but instead of celebrating her win, she rushed to Justin's side, embracing him tightly.
Total Drama Island had brought them together, but it was their love and support for each other that made their journey worthwhile. They realized that winning the competition was not as important as the bond they had formed.
After the show ended, Justin and Y/N continued their relationship outside the island. They traveled the world together, experiencing new adventures and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Their love story became an inspiration for others, proving that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can lead to the most beautiful relationships.
And so, Justin and Y/N lived happily ever after, their love story forever etched in the incredible journey on Total Drama Island, Justin and Y/N returned to their normal lives. They couldn't deny the strong bond they had formed during the competition, and their love for each other only grew stronger with time.
Justin, with his newfound humility, decided to pursue a career in acting. He realized that his good looks were just a small part of who he was, and he wanted to showcase his talent and versatility on the big screen. Y/N, always supportive of his dreams, encouraged him every step of the way.
Meanwhile, Y/N pursued her passion for environmental conservation. She had always been passionate about protecting the planet and wanted to make a difference. With Justin by her side, she started an organization dedicated to raising awareness about environmental issues and implementing sustainable practices.
Their lives were filled with adventure and love. They traveled to exotic locations, working on various film sets and volunteering for environmental projects. Justin and Y/N became a power couple, using their influence and resources to make a positive impact on the world.
However, their journey wasn't without challenges. The media constantly scrutinized their relationship, trying to find flaws and create drama. But Justin and Y/N remained strong, knowing that their love was genuine and unbreakable.
One day, while on a romantic getaway, Justin surprised Y/N with a heartfelt proposal. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Y/N said yes, and they began planning their dream wedding.
Their wedding day was nothing short of magical. Surrounded by their Total Drama Island friends and loved ones, Justin and Y/N exchanged vows, promising to support and love each other for the rest of their lives. It was a celebration of their journey, their love, and the incredible bond they had formed.
As the years went by, Justin and Y/N continued to thrive in their respective careers. Justin became a renowned actor, known not only for his looks but also for his talent and dedication. Y/N's organization grew, making a significant impact on environmental conservation.
But amidst their busy lives, they always made time for each other. They cherished the simple moments, like cuddling on the couch, cooking together, and taking long walks on the beach. Their love remained the foundation of their lives, grounding them during their success.
Justin and Y/N's story became an inspiration to many, showing that true love can withstand any challenge. They proved that it's possible to find love in unexpected places and that a strong relationship.
Ask me any characters x any gender reader that you are free to question
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CJ had always dreamed of visiting Paris. As soon as she stepped off the plane, she knew that this trip was going to be an adventure of a lifetime. She had saved up for months to splurge on a solo vacation, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't wait to explore every nook and cranny of the City of Love.
As she wandered along the Seine, taking in the stunning views of the Eiffel Tower, CJ stumbled upon a quaint little café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery croissants drew her in, and she decided to take a break from sightseeing. She settled into a cozy table by the window, sipping her coffee and people-watching.
That's when she saw her – Alora, with her bright smile and beautiful eyes, walking towards the café with a confident stride. CJ felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through her body, and before she knew what was happening, Alora slipped into the seat across from hers.
"Bonjour," Alora said, flashing a radiant smile. "Mind if I join you?"
CJ's heart skipped a beat as she shook her head, trying to play it cool. "Not at all," she replied, feeling like she was drowning in Alora's sparkling gaze. "Please, have a seat."
Alora ordered a drink and chatted with CJ for hours, effortlessly weaving stories and sharing laughter. As they talked, CJ couldn't help but notice how effortlessly charming and witty Alora was, and she found herself captivated by her every word. By the time they parted ways, CJ felt like she'd known Alora forever, and her heart swelled with a newfound sense of connection.
For days, CJ and Alora explored the city together, laughing and talking late into the night. They strolled hand-in-hand along the Champs-Élysées, holding each other close under the twinkling lights of the stars. But despite their deepening bond, CJ knew that she needed to confront the reality: Alora wasn't interested in her.
One evening, as they sat on a bench overlooking the Seine, Alora leaned in to whisper something in CJ's ear. Her voice sent shivers down CJ's spine as she spoke of her own dreams and desires, of the woman back home waiting for her return. CJ listened intently, her heart heavy with longing, knowing that she could never compete for Alora's affections.
But even as her heart ached with unrequited love, CJ refused to let go of the moment they shared. For those fleeting hours in Paris, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there could be more between them than friendship. And as she gazed into Alora's emerald eyes, she held onto that spark of hope with everything she had, cherishing the memories of their time together forever.
CJ's final day in Paris dawned, and she knew that the impending goodbye would tear her apart. She had grown accustomed to waking up with and going out with Alora, exploring the city with her, and falling asleep with the sights of the Eiffel Tower outside her window. Yet, she also knew that their relationship was doomed from the start; CJ was heading back to her life in another continent.
As they spent the morning wandering the Louvre, CJ struggled to keep her emotions in check. Alora seemed oblivious to her turmoil, chatting away about her upcoming wedding plans, completely unaware of the ache in CJ's chest. CJ forced a smile, pretending to listen attentively, but inside, she was already dreading the inevitable goodbye.
After lunch, they made their way to the Eiffel Tower, where they stood in silence, watching the sun set over the City of Light, as they looked out at the breathtaking view, CJ couldn't hold back the tears streaming down her face.
"I'll miss you so much," she whispered, clinging tightly to Alora. "I don't want to say goodbye."
Alora pulled her closer, stroking her hair gently. "Don't worry, mon amour," she murmured, kissing CJ softly on the forehead. "We'll find a way to make this work, somehow. You're my best friend, and I promise we'll stay connected, no matter what."
CJ nodded, wiping away her tears, trying to gather her strength for the long journey ahead. "I know," she said, forcing a smile. "And I'll come visit you as often as I can."
They lingered for a while longer, reluctant to let go of each other. Finally, Alora took CJ's chin in her hand and tilted her face up to meet her gaze. Their lips met in a tender kiss, filled with a deep-seated longing.
As CJ walked away from the Eiffel Tower, she couldn't shake off the lingering sensation of Alora's lips against hers. Despite the protest in her mind – friends don’t kiss, she couldn’t say that – she couldn't help but feel drawn to the warmth of their parting gesture. The rational part of her brain screamed that this was wrong, but her heart insisted otherwise.
Back in her hotel room, CJ stared blankly at the phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She hesitated, Yet, even with the doubts that crept into her thoughts, CJ found herself reaching out to tap on Alora's contact name, sending a text message that read simply: 'hey'.
She laid in bed that night, wide awake, replaying the events of the past few days in her mind. There were moments of pure bliss, like when they had danced beneath the glittering lights of the Champs-Élysées, and others that made her blood boil with jealousy, like when Alora mentioned her fiancé at home. CJ's heart ached with the knowledge that she might never get the chance to truly experience Alora's love.
The next morning, CJ packed her bags, her mind racing with the uncertainty of their future. As she checked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to the airport, she felt a mix of sadness and anticipation. Would Alora ever call? If she did, would it be as a friend or something more? The thought left her breathless, and CJ couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and her new friend-turned-crush.
As the plane touched down at JFK Airport, CJ felt a pang of disappointment wash over her. She had been checking her phone obsessively during the flight, hoping against hope that Alora would send a message or call. But the screen remained blank, deprived of any notification from the one person she desperately wanted to hear from.
With a heavy heart, CJ made her way through customs and baggage claim, collecting her suitcase with a sense of detachment. The familiar sights and sounds of New York City only served to remind her of the distance between her and Alora, now thousands of miles away.
As she stepped into her apartment, the silence hit her like a ton of bricks. She collapsed onto the couch, letting the exhaustion of travel wash over her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Why hadn't Alora reached out? Had she misinterpreted the kisses, the whispers of 'mon amour'? CJ's mind reeled with questions, each one stabbing at her heart like a knife.
Her roommate, Luce, entered the room, concern etched on her face. "Hey, girl, welcome back! How was your trip?" CJ forced a weak smile, trying to hide the truth. Luce handed her a steaming cup of tea, noticing CJ's red-rimmed eyes.
"Just tired, that's all," CJ lied, sipping the hot liquid. Luce sat beside her, rubbing her shoulders gently.
"You can tell me anything, you know. Did you fall in love with some French chick and forget what's real?" Luce teased, raising an eyebrow.
CJ shot her a side-eye. "Shut up, Luce!
Luce chuckled. "Kidding aside, seriously, what's going on?
CJ sighed. "It's like... we connected me and alora, and then she vanished. No explanation, no nothing. I thought we had something real."
Luce snorted. "Girl, please. You can't be that whipped. You're better than that."
CJ rolled her eyes. "Easy for you to say… you have a girlfriend "
Luce shrugged. "You’re right, but I've seen plenty of people get played. And if Alora isn't making an effort to keep you interested, then maybe she's not worth your time."
CJ's face fell, but Luce continued. "Look, I'm not saying don't give her another chance if you really want to. But don't waste your life waiting for her to come crawling back. There are plenty of amazing people out there who will treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as."
CJ considered Luce's words, weighing them in her mind. Her heart still yearned for Alora, but the logic of her friend's argument was undeniable.
"I want to treat her like the princess she is, even though I've never met her fiancée ," CJ muttered, feeling a surge of protectiveness towards Alora. " I could do so much better. So much freaking better."
Luce grinned. "See? You're already moving on. Now, let's talk about Tinder dates and wild nights, shall we?"
CJ frowned, frustration creeping into her tone. "This isn't moving on. You and Nika are together; I'm supposed to support you, and you do the same for me. That's what friends are for, right?"
Luce's expression turned serious. "Of course, we are, but—"
"But what?" CJ pressed, sensing a hesitation.
Nika walked into the room, a concerned look on her face. "What's going on?"
Luce filled her in. "CJ's got a crush on some married woman who ghosted her, and I'm telling her to move on."
Nika nodded sympathetically. "I'm here for you, babe. We all are. But sometimes, we need to acknowledge when someone's not reciprocating our feelings and move forward. It's not the same as supporting us through tough times; it's about respecting ourselves enough to recognize when it's time to let go."
CJ looked between her friends, feeling a lump form in her throat. "You guys don't understand. This feels like a part of me is missing." Luce and Nika exchanged a glance before Nika spoke up.
"We may not fully comprehend, but we're here for you. Let's grab ice cream and drown our sorrows, okay?"
Luce quipped, "Oh, I totally understand your delusional love for a married woman. Who wouldn't fall for a charming French accent and a fake smile?" Nika swiftly shoved Luce, laughing.
"Stop it, Luce!" Nika admonished, shaking her head. "That's not fair, and CJ deserves better than your jokes right now."
Luce held up her hands in mock defense. "Hey, I'm just keeping it real. Sorry, twin."
CJ raised an eyebrow, her emotions still raw. "You two are ridiculous. But thanks for being here, even if you don't get it."
Nika wrapped her arm around CJ's shoulders. "We may not get it, but we get you. And that's what matters."
Luce chimed in, "Yeah, and who knows? Maybe we can help you find someone who's actually available and worthy of your awesomeness."
The three of them laughed, the tension dissipating momentarily, as they headed out for ice cream and a dose of much-needed distraction.
At the ice cream parlor, Luce spotted a group of attractive women gathered near the counter.
Her eyes lit up with mischief. "Ooh, look! Potential matches for my poor, lovesick friend!" CJ groaned inwardly as Luce began waving frantically, attempting to catch their attention. Nika, however, wasn't having it.
"Oh no, no, no," Nika whispered urgently, placing a hand over Luce's mouth. "Stop it, Luce. Right. Now. Or else."
Luce struggled against Nika's grip, her eyes shining with amusement. CJ intervened, laughing despite the awkwardness.
"Thanks for the support. But I think Luce's gotten a little carried away with this whole 'love connection' thing." She shot Luce a pointed look, causing Luce to sputter indignantly.
Nika released Luce's mouth, but still looked at her with a serious expression. "We're here for you, CJ. We just want you to be happy and find someone who'll treat you right."
CJ smiled at her friends, grateful for their unwavering support.
As the weeks turned into months without a response , CJ tried to distract herself with work and hobbies. She threw herself into her projects, burying herself in spreadsheets and reports.
Months later, as the summer heat began to simmer, CJ received an unexpected text message from Alora. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words on the screen:
'I miss you.'
It had been months since their last goodbye in Paris, and CJ had almost given up hope of hearing from Alora again. But there she was, reaching out across the ocean, declaring her love once more. The memories came flooding back - the laughter, the dancing, the stolen moments under the stars. CJ's breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face.
She quickly typed back, pouring out her own feelings: 'I miss you too.'
Their exchange continued late into the night, filling the void that had consumed CJ's existence since returning to New York. They talked about everything and nothing, reliving old times and sharing new experiences. As the hours passed, the weight on CJ's chest lightened, replaced by a warm sense of connection that she hadn't felt in ages.
The following day, CJ woke up feeling invigorated. For the first time in months, she felt a spark of hope ignite within her. Perhaps there was still a chance for them, after all. She sent a quick text to Alora, asking if she could come visit her in Paris. And then, she waited. The anticipation was agonizing, but CJ knew it was worth it.
Days turned into weeks, and finally, CJ received another message from Alora: 'Mon amour, je serai à l'aéroport le jour de votre arrivée.'(My love, I will be at the airport the day you arrive) CJ's heart soared as she read the words. It seemed that fate had brought them full circle, once more. This time, she vowed not to let go without a fight. With renewed determination, CJ booked her ticket to Paris, ready to seize the opportunity that had been waiting for her all along.
As CJ stepped off the plane at Charles de Gaulle Airport, her pulse raced with excitement. She had dreamed of this moment for what felt like an eternity. Scanning the crowded arrivals hall, her eyes locked onto a familiar figure, beaming with joy. Alora stood out among the sea of strangers, her light hair shining like silk(ifykyk) in the fluorescent lighting.
Without hesitation, CJ rushed towards her, dropping her luggage to the floor. Alora sprinted towards her, a radiant smile illuminating her face. In a blur of motion, Alora launched herself into CJ's arms, nearly knocking her off balance.
CJ stumbled backwards, laughing as Alora wrapped her arms around her waist. Their faces inches apart, CJ could feel the warmth of Alora's breath on her lips.
"I missed you so much!" Alora whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I missed you too," CJ replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes. Then, suddenly, Alora leaned forward and pressed her lips against CJ's. The kiss was soft and tender, yet filled with longing and desire.
CJ melted into Alora's embrace, wrapping her arms around her neck. Their tongues intertwined, tasting each other's sweetness. The crowd around them faded away, leaving only the two women lost in their passion.
As they broke apart, gasping for air, CJ giggled uncontrollably. "Mon dieu,(My God) I've missed you!" Alora exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. CJ chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.
"Me too," she said, her cheeks flushed. They pulled back, grinning at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Alora gazed into her eyes, her fingers tracing the contours of CJ's face. "I'm sorry I didn't reach out sooner. I was stuck in my own doubts and fears."
CJ's fingers danced across Alora's cheekbones. "I understand. We all need time to figure things out." She paused, taking a deep breath. "But I'm glad we found our way back to each other."
Their gaze held, the weight of their love and devotion heavy between them. Hand in hand, they began walking towards the exit, eager to explore what the future held for them.
Alora leaned in closer, her voice a hushed whisper against CJ's ear. "I've missed you so much," she confessed, her heart swelling with affection. "I realized that I can't imagine my life without you. You make me feel more alive than anyone else ever has." Tears glimmered in her eyes as she looked deeply into CJ's.
CJ's heart thudded loudly in her chest as she returned her gaze. "I feel the same, Alora. You're the one person who makes everything worth it. Being with you brings me happiness beyond measure." A smile curved her lips, mirroring the warmth in her eyes. "So I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you." CJ held her breath, hoping that those three little words would change everything between them.
Alora's eyes widened, and she stared at CJ for several moments, her mouth hanging open. Then, without warning, she pulled CJ into a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping tightly around her neck. CJ melted into Alora's embrace, their lips connecting. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in the depths of their desire. Their lips parted, and Alora's voice trembled slightly as she replied, "Je t'aime aussi, mon amour." (I love you too, my darling.) CJ's heart swelled with joy as she felt Alora's confession echoing inside her soul.
FREE ALORA TIL ITS BACKWARDS.
my sweet princess would first of all, never be engaged to anyone else, would never cheat on whoever she’s engaged to, wouldn’t ignore me for months, and yeah
LET THE LUCE AND NIKA THING DIE. IT HAPPENS EVERY SINGLE FIC. also why did you make luce my roommate instead of my twin… not canon i fear
anyways me and alora are so locked in rn and this was cute at the very end even though it took me twenty minutes to read (im jk) but yeah i have more notes but whatever ill save that for the robot
give us our cute seven coded fluff please and preferably written by a real person 💖💖💖
@iminlovewithpaigebueckers @lucespeaks
#cai anon#alora my princess#luce my twin#famfam#yall just cannot let us be happy#she is my everything#and i love her#alora x cj fic#oh lord
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Mongrang X Jaha
[Hazbin Hotel Overlord Edition]
Warning: Murder, a bit NSFW, insults and comebacks towards one another, rivalry, extermination day fighting, chaos, and dark humor.
(Since I don't feel like working on the other x reader, I'm probably being lazy but this will be good for me)
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Jaha- The Crimson Demon of Hell, who is also a conqueror of overlords in the past like alastor, made an appearance in hell due to his dangerously cunning and attractive nature, and became the leader of a big clan, competing with the vees due to his money and his power,
I, for one.
Mongrang- The Lust Devil who owns a sex industry in hell also competing with that moth bitch you call..."Valentino." is a big rival of jaha due to our exact balance of power and abilities as demons of our own, I hate that crazy bastard who lives upon madness and murder throughout his time in hell so I'm pretty sure murdering overlords is his secret hobby. but I can't help but make myself out to be a lustful masochist because I absolutely love jaha's torment against my industry and my soul.
it's a once and a lifetime opportunity to have shit gush through your pants all because of one man who dislikes your mere presence, and so..I chased him through the depths of hell having my own voice scream at him to give me the antidote. I even tried to consult with charlie and her crew at the hotel to tell me where he is because I got a bunch of laughter with my pants being stained with shit, but hench why the princess of hell is such a good soul born in such a hellish environment.
I tried to seduce her, but that didn't work either.
so I ran out of options to catch him so now. Our rivalry towards one another is never going to change until one has to die during extermination day or one has to die during our battle in rivalry. I tried to talk to the vees about what I could do since they were basically a powerful company or a corporation full of fashion..full of sex...full of technology.
but they had no intention to help the lust demon like me. so I shouldn't care about a maniac like him. Most people who choose to rival would rather focus on their own work and prep for the next battle of this rivalry, so I have yet to explain my reasoning for hating on him so much since our hatred for each other also has a active reputation.
Rumors go around like smoke in the air after a wildfire:
"mongrang and jaha's hatred and rivalry is so popcorn worthy, I could almost sit down and watch their spat!"
"Oh my God! It is so fun to watch the two most powerful demons in hell shoot nukes and bombs at each other!"
" my My! I could almost Bing watch the drama of these two!"
some people assumed our reputation as "toxic love" .... "or romantic drama," but I don't know either. my purpose as the lust demon is to make sex and do sex, but it seems that I've noticed one detail about me that every time I seem to remember it. It pisses me off.
I can not seem to find any attraction in woman no matter if it's sex or not, sexual intercourse or not, actual relationship or not. I still...can NOT.
so just leave it be. I shouldn't need to openly spat about him over and over while my girls are waiting to fuck 3 guys in the afternoon because I said no. I treat my employees nice valentino.
I openly drink my vodka while my room is full of knifes of that...crazy bastard so I'm expecting some of my employees to know a new porn film is about to start because I had my employees set up everything while I continue my..obsession.
And that's exactly what happened.
She wore her pornstar wear while knocking on my door, I took a glance right back at her to see her face full of concern for my pictures of jaha all over the wall but to me I thought it's normal to be this obsessive. most people deal with it out of lust, love, or a drive of hatred in life, do you think?
I breathe in and out to calm myself down, turn around, and put on my usual seductive facade to my employees to think I mean business when it comes to sex, even my voice had to be in a specific tone.
"Hello. Are you guys ready?"
"Yes master mongrang,"
at the time, each step I took meant that this facade is slowly breaking me to peices, maybe I have problems, maybe I seem to be...gay, or maybe I just seem to have a burning amount of hatred that it needs to be worked out so I thought:
"Should I kill some people to calm me down since this is hell after all?"
yeah. that's definitely the way to do it since I can't stop thinking about him when I said.."ready set action" to another sex video to send to either a popular website or a live cam. If I try to talk to my employees about it, then I just get angry for flustered. Either way,..therapy or counseling doesn't exist in hell, so why should I even try?
Extermination day.
I try to lock up my doors or hang out with the other overlords to keep myself safe, but each time that happens each year. I see him roaming around the halls while we see the angels stab each demon in the streets so I wouldn't talk to him unless it's rude remarks and comebacks about our occupation.
'You do sex? Lame."
"You own a clan and murders people if you feel like it? ok fucker."
so maybe my obsession has something to do with love, but love doesn't exist in this place full of darkness and fire, either so why would I feel that way?
most female demons I've known throughout my time here tend to gush about him and his long black hair and his blood red eyes. His horns look immaculate and darker than a black hole. I can describe his horns as being like verosika but much larger with a different color pallette.
his man tits is also... something that is brought up many times when I hang out with women during lunch, so could it be love?
either way, extermination day is tomorrow and Charlie..
This time, they had to use an overlord to fight against the angels instead of carmilla and Rosie in their last one. they need two additional overlords to help with the offense and defense of their hotel. she mentioned that she had been eyeing at me and jaha for a while now by the words of lucifer since we are the most powerful demons at this side of the pentagram.
other than the vees.
So I figured: Why not? It could be a chance to know more lore about this obsession of mine, I am equally powerful in combat after all besides jaha soo I had to go up to the black rabbit clan and ask him first.
we finished our video and that's the last one for the rest of the day.
I had to bring my sword just in case I needed to murder some of his gaurds to get into the gate, I walked to his side of hell and the streets of this plate are fucking horrid. remember the time hell used to bow down to lucifer due to his domination and differences in power between all overlords? Well, that no longer happens since he's busy sulking in his room, moping about Lilith. his authority is so gone that it's retarded freaks all over this place who act like maniacs but then again this is hell and it's forever.
I detect many of his gaurd outside his palace, so..I killed them all.
I bust through his gate just to fight more against his demonic heavenly generals, and then I won. since they are sinners and I'm an overlord.
I finally got to his main lobby in the palace just to see him drinking booze on his throne. His eye side-eye looked at me and continued to drink his booze as if he's ignoring me just to get a reaction out of me.
"What?"
"WHAT??"
his lips rose out of the booze and placed it down.
"what the hell do you want?"
"Ahem..look. Charlie wants us to fight against the angels tomorrow in extermination day. So I'm wondering if you want to join in? I mean...we have to help her and her pathetic crew since the angels seem to be coming for her hotel again."
"Us?"
"Yes. So..what?"
jaha lifted himself off the seat and ripped off a piece of the wall, and pointed the sharp side to him.
"You think.. I want to team with you after you were the cause of my death in my human life? Not to mention TRIED to take me down over and over as an overlord? You even tried to gamble for it."
"Look. if we want to die, then we won't die without reason, ok? Even as overlords capable of killing many angels as we can, then we can still die since angels are formidable and powerful."
he dropped the sharp peice of wall on the floor like he's trying to make an example out of something.
"This is us. we drop like flies if we continue to let ourselves cower in our homes, companies, corporations, or clans as the demons of hell continue to be given no afterlife since they are slain with a angelic weapon. you telling me that we are risking our lives for a small hotel crew? they beat them last year. They can do it themselves again."
"You're missing the point. they don't have the exact ways to fight back against the angels like they did last year, so if they want or plead overlords like us to help them stand against the attack then don't you think we should do it? for all we know.. the princess of hell may be dead if we don't take action to do it. same as lucifer fucking morningstar.."
he moved up closer and raised the sharp wall shard to his neck as a small threat.
A bead of demon blood leaked through his neck as mongrang slightly winced in pain.
"She could have easily do some other overlords instead of us. I'm not dying in a war out of protecting a hotel crew. You too.
our rivalry remains intact until we each remain immortal so it could last forever shitrang. let us throw bombs at each other."
"y-you.. sure know how to choose your words correctly. but she could have a better chance a-at winning if we went along with it and helped her out. what's so bad about helping a mere hotel crew?"
"...fine. but let's make a deal.
I'll never associate with your kinky smutty bullshit ever again, and you never associate with mine. understand?"
"No."
his hand grabbed his chin out of his slow closeup to dominate him, knowing mongrang is the type to just be a hard to get one.
"What do you mean.."No" ?"
"I want our rivalry to remain this way for good. even if I seem like a masochist for liking the torment that you're giving me. you seem to be highly...hypnotic to me, or I'm just talking out of my own mind. So just fight with me in the war, and we can go back to it in the aftermath of it, ok?"
"Fine.
Are you...blushing?"
"What? No, I'm not. Are you still a madman?"
somehow, I was allowed to touch his body since my hands touched his waist, and it felt good to me. That's the thing, but his hand was still on my chin, so that's what got me so red looking. but this man is actually attractive. I ignorantly refused to acknowledge that, but he's..
gorgeous.
"You shithole. I'm always a madman I don't know what you're talking about."
"If you're going to talk to me like that, then I have something else in mind for you bitch."
"And what is that?💢"
I took my domination back this time since jaha seems to think he's taking it slowly, so I pinned him to the wall with my mouth close to his.
he seems to drop his composure a bit but built it right back with a chuckle full of challenge.
"This is your idea of "mind?" seems like you don't know to think. trying to seduce me as if you aren't thinking of yourself as gay? ha. what a shitty move. more shitty than a person killing a living animal."
"Shut up."
my mind is screaming so much, so this is love I'm feeling. maybe that's the reasoning why I'm blushing so much.
his eyes are looking dead at me with a face full of agitation, and my hands are colliding with his own, and I'm like damn: this man really is an exact replica of me, but much more different, cunning, and crazy. but excuse my feelings.
I let go of him with my face, looking like a red fruit while his cocky smile signifies that he wins the spar but didn't win the battle, I kept on blushing as I tried to come up with something nice to say for once since I always say something so rude or so insulting to him but now that we are battlemate overlords then it's safe to say at least...one thing nice to him.
"W-well..good luck on the battle ahead."
"Hmph. you too. I'm the crimson devil, so don't wish me good luck. Wish me a good spree of murder by my blood coated hands."
I didn't know how i felt, but I chuckled at his confidence a bit. I know I'm supposed to hate him but the fact that we are supposedly fighting together also means our terrible relationship and rivalry is finally going to die down a little.
I realized my voice chuckling at him since jaha is the type to observe people even when he has nothing else to say, so in his mind: does this poopy bitch like me?"
so I put back on my facade to insult him any chance I get.
"Ok fucker. I'll be back ready for more blood by the time extermination day ends. So be ready crimson devil."
"Tch, ok poopypants."
Ok, that shit set me off way harder than it did.
I ran back to my home to pick out my weapons in my basement and I had a whole variety.
submachines
pump.
grenades
Assault rifle
Bombs
it's all the whole package, baby. I'm also using my demonic powers to grab enemies and rip them apart like a fucking paper ripped by a human, but..the pump and the bombs do much more blood and chaos so I choose those as well.
so... I'm going to shut down my industry for tomorrow just in case, but also they can't operate without their boss too since the last time I did leave them for a business trip across hell.
I saw them set the whole studio on fire, and some of my best pornstars were DEAD.
but that incident happened 3 years ago , but I'm still begging my employees not to burn anything since I had to pay a thousand dollars just to get it renovated.
but let me tell you this....remember when I said I'm competing with valentino and his sex job? yeah.. I'm slightly winning, but at the same time, I'm not. he's creative with it, like using a dildo on you at the same time while sucking dick is an idea I didn't even think of when I watched some of it. but I noticed angel dust is a quite popular one in this studio.
and after all the shit I saw with him and valentino. even as a overlord myself I fucking can't..
STAND
that gay asshole who thinks he can treat his employees like human garbage but then again..this is hell so why should I been complaining for the millionth fucking time. I never liked him.. That's all. But Vox is a different story. I like him, but I can never seem to get along with his chaotic attitude and his mass brainwashing of interviewers. So now I wonder why they act so weird they I past by there..
velvette is a cool one too due to her fashion but I can't seem to get along with her either due to one incident when I tried to flirt with her as a force tactic to collaborate with the vees to get me more money but she might be lesbian so she's a no for me.
Either way, the vees are going to be important but also a hard enemy to battle with by the time I'm done with jaha.
I need some sleep. A demon gotta sleep, y'know?
Timeskip.
I saw jaha on the side of the hotel with his sword, and his spear attached to him while Charlie and her crew was getting ready to fight against the angels, but to me. Jaha didn't seem scared of the angels.
It's like he's...nonchalant about it. Almost like he's showing off the fact that he might have killed thousands to hundreds of angels in his past as a demon before he became an overlord with mass amounts and chunks of power pouring all onto him. so no point in answering unanswered questions when nobody has an answer for them. I stared at him for a while before battle started because I physically and mentally can not deny that this man is supremely attractive. He's like sugar.
You are a child, and then you eat some in the middle of the night before school, and then as a child with a sweet tooth, it's addictive like drugs, it's addictive like sex, and it's addictive like a hot flavorful soup on a cold day under a warm fire.
that's exactly how he's portrayed as in my eyes, so...in my mind. I'm like: ....
"don't fucking approach him. Remember the time when you used to bang your hand on a wall so many times out of anger because he won both the war and the battle? don't you hate him so much that you keep your fist closed up so hard that even demon blood comes oozing out of it?"
for some reason, I feel none of that as mongrang- the lust demon of hell. I walk up to him step by step, and his glance at me is so dangerously intimidating that I had to recoil my feelings back to act normal. he knows I don't act normal around him, so why? we are equal but yet so different as two equal demons.
"I wish you luck jaha. Try not to die."
"hmph. same to you poopy fuck. try not to scream like your balls have dropped when a bunch of angels come at you~"
his insults didn't faze me anymore, me and him both look up at the hellish sky to see a light portal.
It's here.
here comes the angels rioting at the hotel, so we both knew it's going to be fun but dangerous at the same time, it's going to be angel bloodbath here today because we both brought out our weapons in sync when they charged at us with their pointy spears.
the thing about these spears is to send a demon to no afterlife ahead of them once they die from it, but that won't be us. Not after demon children had been killed by the angels since it's such thing as killing the wretched by the good. why am I so bothered? because it's like a system of a government in real life in terms of the angel's way of doing mass murder to demons.
I kept slicing them off over and over with my demonic powers since they surprisingly didn't touch a single demon's skin of me. Now that's their's no defense against the hotel like last year. We're sticking to fighting strategically.
jaha, on the other hand...his swordsmanship is beautiful and dangerously alluring as well to look, seeing his sword ooz angel blood from the tip of its sharp end, none of the angels can touch him as well and it impresses me to think I've been standing against that fucker for so many years as a rivalry, I still managed to keep my attention to him while our massacre of angels is still orchestrating.
Bombs, murder, nukes, half cut bodies, and dead demons are all over the battleground, I was getting exhausted due to all the killing but jaha seems to be full of energy while even the angel blood is smearing his face like melted ice cream,
It seems like we're winning extermination day.
I thought about one thing during this whole fight.
I'm in love with jaha. I never got my answers during this fight with him.
I got the truest realization that tried to show itself over and over in my eyes, but I was too blind to see.
I looked to him jump to the roof and to the main lobby while I'm trying to regain my energy and this man doesn't sleep or rest at all in a state of his murderous, psychopathic mind, I'm pretty sure half of the angels got murdered because of him so why do they ever try and kill him if they are going to die to no afterlife to welcome them in arms?
So I'm going to do one thing: an angel sped to me, but I killed them in the blink of an eye, standing up in confidence to know exactly what I'm going to do. I look up to see dripping of angel blood on the roof since jaha always had a method of killing a person in such a gruesome way, what an incredible madman. He lives up to his name so much that I even smirked at the thought of it.
I jump up so high to get him.
before he can jump to the top of the roof to kill some more. I managed to grab him and hold him on the waist. and I didn't care about his reaction since he seemed to be looking at me like I'm a piece of demon garbage, but I also sense that he's flustered with the way my hands are holding him in a particular way.
"What the hell are you doing? Let me go asshole. are you trying to die?"
"Or what?"
"I'll kill you. What the hell do you mean.."or what?"
What do you mean?"
"This."
My lips pressed onto his so abruptly.
He didn't expect that at first since his body flinched at little on the impact of my lips landing onto his, but he seemed to let me do this like he's opening a door for me to enter in a side I never seen before. he slit some of my skin off while his nails dug into my skin as a sign to let me kiss him more.
I took my lips off him while my blue eyes glanced directly at his red eyes while he thought what I'm about to say was genuine.
"I love you. you fucking maniac."
I ran off to check on the others since extermination day was canceled once again, and my own feelings were going batshit insane once I openly did that to him, so I guess it is love in hell.
I looked right at him on my shoulder to see his reaction openly flabbergasted even though the crimson demon was never one to be shocked about anything, but I did see a smirk on him almost like he enjoyed it. either way...our rivalry is going to continue like a paused and continued concert out.
right when it was over.
he came up right to my industry about what happened earlier, knocking on my open door like he had something snarky and insulting to say to me. But whatever insult he has to say to me doesn't hurt me one bit, or does it piss me off anymore ? That's a huge change for me..I'll prefer to keep it a secret to hell until our relationship expands much further,
I look right to him, being open ears to tell me what he wants.
"What is it that you want jaha?"
"Why did you give me that kiss eariler when we were in the middle of a life or death battle?"
"I'll just spit it out so..I always hated you, and I tried to figure out if it's either obsession or if it's toxic lust because I always seem to enjoy your torment upon me. even when our rivalry included attempted murder of each other, then I would still either hate you or obsess over you in a bad way over and over, so that's the reason."
"That's all? I was expecting an excuse. funny."
I slap my hand through the side of his shoulder and pinned him to the wall as an intimidation tactic.
"But don't you think this is how our rivalry ends. Its still going to keep going so unless you want to fuck me then our knives is going to be at the side of our bed if one of us needs to go down one way or another."
"This is a open request to fuck you. because I can if I want to, mongrang."
the way he said my actual name instead of poop insults made me...get turned on, so.. I lean closer to his face in my pathetic attempts at intimidating him.
"It isnt a request. It's a order."
"Don't you order me around like that asshole."
"Sounds like you're trying not to fuck me since im also attractive. many woman failed to please me so let's see if you are able to."
that caught him in his words a lot that he smirked to accept my order.
"do I need to take it all off?"
"You may. If the mighty crimson demon is able to successfully arouse me more than woman's holes ever could. so come on jaha...are you scared?"
he took it seriously that he took off his shirt and exposed his neck and his man tit to me like he's giving me all the consent in the world to fuck a man like him, still..the angel blood smeared on his face gave him a much more intimidating but sexy look to him.
"Why... why do you intentionally make yourself more and more addictive. It makes it harder for me to hate you.💢"
"Come on.. you think I'm scared of you? you are merely a fly to me that can't be killed easily. if love doesn't belong in hell, then why does it exist to you at this very moment? don't you want only hatred between us?"
My hands held his waist as I slowly slid his shirt off.
"it doesn't matter if love is real in this realm. all it matters is you."
his arms wrapped around my neck as his nails continued to pierce through my skin like a knive was grazing my back.
"So it is real then. Badger games don't work on me. But you do."
our lips collided together while he seemed to be taking the time to actually bask in my methods to pleasing one's demon, He's taking the time to actually study me. To observe me and my ways.
I pushed deeper into the kiss as i started to silently moan at his painful but yet loving touch of his hands grazing my back like it's trying to intentionally inflict that pain I oh so love onto me.
I slowly lift my lips off jaha's mouth.
Both of us catch our breaths as we both seem to resonate lust of some kind. jaha spoke first.
"Let's fuck. I want to analyze you, I want to study you, I want to read you...I want it all."
"Fine."
-END-
(Ok, I was honestly proud of making this simply because I love hazbin Hotel and literally binge-watched it through all night before, but also i had to focus on each of jaha and mongrang's usual personality. This was fun to make)
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Pyrrha has it so hard with her champion live, not being able to spend time with her leader. Not mention how she was competing for Jaune attention with his rather clingy kirlia.
Pyrrha had never been great at making friends. She knew not if it was due to her tall stature, or her prolific battling skills that others often turned away from her. She'd heard the words of envy, spite, and hatred over and over again. Apparently winning a few tournaments in her home continent had been enough to make her the both the blacksheep of social situations and the golden goose of media and pokemon battles.
Regardless, she had hoped that coming to Beacon to study, and get away from it all would have made life easier. Thankfully it had, while there were a few individuals who would try to use her, or get under her skin. One being Weiss... however she was getting better about it recently. She'd made genuine friendships that would last her a lifetime. None more special than with her Dorm Partner and group Leader, Jaune Arc.
TO her surprise, and Weiss morbid annoyance, he hadn't known who she even was the first time they'd met. In fact, he'd never bothered to tune into any type of tournament scene, stating "Ah... well I'm not really a fan of pokemon battles. I'm here to get my breeding and caretaker license."
Many would call him soft, weak, or cowardly. But he was right, Beacon wasn't just a school for learning to b attle. It was simply the best school for knowing how to take care of pokemon, with all the varieties the methods of care were different. Something most new trainers didn't realize was how having multiple types was rough, each requiring their own special care, foods, or grooming.
This often went neglected by a lot of trainers, those of whom never made it far in league challenges.
So Pyrrha couldn't help but be swayed by the gentle boy, and that sway would eventually turn into infatuation. His care for his own pokemon carried over from his own to hers, and the rest of their teams. He was often the first one that anyone in their small group of friends went to if something seemed even a little off.
Even her normally ornery Mimikyu and it's rebellious nature would often find calmness around him.
So it wasn't strange that she'd been rather stricken... and to her pleasant surprise he seemed to be just as taken with her as she was he!
At least if the little side glances he'd give her when he thought she wasn't looking were anything to go by... or how he would often stick around just to be with her.
It was all quite romantic, and made her heart swoon~
So one may think that either would make the first move. Well... she had planned on it, except every time the opportunity came up she was immediately blocked off by Jaune's rather clingy Kirlia.
Who, to her surprise, had appeared to be her biggest rival for his affection! Pyrrha couldn't believe it, she'd never expected that she would ever have to fight over the love of her life, with a Pokemon! She knew that Kirlia were smart, intelligent creatures... but this had been too much... and perhaps more than a little frustrating.
Even more so when she realized it was only ever her, and one another, that the Kirlia would get in the way of. She wasn't even this way with Weiss of all people. The very woman who scorned her trainer! Though it was obvious she wasn't fond of the girl, she still didn't force away their interactions.
Honestly, Pyrrha was getting quite frustrated with the entire situation, and she was about to put her foot down.
She was going to tell Jaune how she felt no matter what, she was going to march straight into the Care area and-
"Stop!"
Pyrrha stilled, fingers tightly gripped to the doorknob. "What?"
She questioned to no one at all, the voice still ringing in her head.
Slowly she turned around, her green gaze falling upon the soft grassy green hue of Kirlia's headdress. The small pokemon gently flickering with a soft blueish telekinetic field. Her fingers twitched, briefly considering reaching for one of her pokeballs as the Empath pokemon stared her down.
However... as if reading her intent, possibly actually reading her intent, Jade, the Kirlia, backed down.
"S...sorry! I don't want to fight... but please..."
Pyrrha couldn't believe it, "You... you can talk..."
"N...no! No I can't. Not like you, not like brother."
"Brother?"
Pyrrha found herself stunned for a moment, the psychic pokemon gently swaying left and right, fidgiting with her fingers, her nerves clearly frayed.
"Please... please don't confess."
Her mouth opened, closed... then opened again, she couldn't believe what she was hearing? No what she was thinking? "Why shouldn't I?"
She hadn't meant to sound so standoffish, so stern with her words. But she was frustrated, furious even, how dare Jade stand in her way. How dare she try to find someone who... "I like Jaune, I have every right to tell him how I feel."
"I know! I know! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't... I know I shouldn't get in your way."
Pyrrha's fury began to settle as she noticed the change in tone, the abassiveness suddenly flattened, instead all she could hear was a scared little girl.
"Brother likes you, he really does and I know that he would want to be with you but... but... but you can't!"
"Why not?"
Her voice pitched again, her foot stomping against the floor, the Kirlia flinched.
"Because I don't want you to take him from me!"
"What?" She couldn't believe it, no she didn't want to? No... no... she... she knew what the Kirlia said had to be true. Especially as tears began to pitter patter upon their carpet. "Why would he... why would I take him from you?"
"Because... because if you get together, then he won't have time for me! He'll ignore me and... and I don't have anyone else, I don't want to be lonely anymore, not again!"
Pyrrha... Pyrrha could feel the sorrow wafting off of her, waves of empathic emotions surging through the air, little flashes of memories clearly not hers slowly seeping into her thoughts. A ralts, all alone and abandoned, a little blonde boy just as lonely... and then...
"Oh sweetie."
Pyrrha finally got it, finally understood why Kirlia was always in her way.
For some reason she'd always expected it to be because of jealousy, but that wasn't it. No... no it was something much sadder, a feeling that Pyrrha herself understood well enough.
And, before she knew it, Pyrrha was already sweeping the small green pokemon off it's feet, binding her between her arms as she held her in place.
"You have to know, Jaune would never abandon you."
"I... I know! I just... I just..."
"I know... I know, fears aren't logical."
Pyrrha held her close, letting the small pokemon cry into her shoulder. She knew, she understood.
Eventually, Kirlia stopped crying, the accompanying shaking slowly pattered out.
"Are you okay?"
"Ye... yes... I'm sorry."
"It's alright... I understand, the feeling of not wanting to be alone you know. And... and you know Jaune would never stop paying attention to you. He'd always be there."
Kirlia didn't meet her gaze, instead focusing on the floor, her hands pressed against her bent knees.
Slowly Pyrrha ran her fingers through the green fibers of Kirlia's hair, "I promise."
"Okay... and... I don't hate you... I don't like Weiss, and... I do... I do like you... just... I was scared. I'm sorry."
"Oh sweetie, it's alright, I understand. Just know, I really like Jaune. And I promise I won't hurt him."
"Okay."
For the first time, Pyrrha found herself finally bonding with a pokemon that wasn't hers.
With courage renewed, Pyrrha knew that the next time she saw Jaune, she'd definitely confess. And more than anything, she wasn't going to let this sweet little thing ever feel alone, not like her, not like Mimikyu.
"Oh! You two are getting along!"
Neither knew when Jaune had entered, but both had been equally surprised. However, none more than Pyrrha, especially as a purple hue suddenly overlapped her, and she was flung into her leaders arms.
"You better not."
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It's easy to look at Ulltimates being the best there is at what they do, and little by little you stop thinking of them as people and instead as caricatures only valued for being the best there is. After following along with fellow anons, I'm sure that this is likely what Hope's Peak wants people to think. I know it's what the Steering Committee wants people to think with their eugeniscist bullshit and wannabe Izuru Kamakuras. It's frankly sickening to think about that it's gone on for so long.
That's become abundantly clear with time.
My career is still important to me, and I need it to help support my grandmother...
Miwa-chan, it's okay. Nobody's gonna think less of you for what happened.
And if they do, I'll beat their ass for you.
Language, but...thank you.
...I do want to apologize if I wound up oversharing. It's been so hard to find someone to talk to about all this, I just...I needed someone to-
It's okay. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to talk with me.
It's what friends are for.
Indeed. Fumio has been my closest friend and I wouldn't trade that for anything, and, well...
I do owe you a great deal for saving his life.
Sounds like you guys are pretty close.
Someone has to keep him on a short leash or he'll hurt himself. I've known him since were children, when he was still learning to snowboard and frequently fell on the slopes. Every time, he'd get right back to doing it again.
You guys are childhood friends?
We are, yes. Every since we were around 8-10, I believe. Both of us have been competing since were young, so we gravitated toward each other at my family's resort. We supported each other, gave each other tips...
...and for a time, he was the only person outside my family I felt safe around.
He sounds like a cool person.
He is. You truly spared me a lifetime of grief when you saved him.
I mean, that's what ronin like me do, right?
Seems so, hehe.
#danganronpa#nwpm#neo world program monitor#sdra2#super danganronpa another 2#miwa mori#hibiki otonokoji#a student out of time#DR#valentine's day arc
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I admit it: I still don’t know what “Dark Academia” is. I’ve been deep into this for almost a year and I’ve watched all the video essays about it and looked at all the moodboards and read all the quotes and I still could not give you a quick, “elevator pitch” summary of what it is.
Now, I think Dark Academia is pretty easy to define when you’re talking about clothes, movies, or decor. I could probably put together a Dark Academia moodboard in five minutes, any of us could. But when it comes to books...that’s where things get cloudy. It seems to me that Dark Academia reading can pretty much be anything that gives you those DA feelings, however you define them.
So with that said, here are a couple of books I’ve read recently that could be categorized as Dark Academia. Some spoilers ahead, too.
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The first is Olivie Blake’s "BookTok sensation,” The Atlas Six, which is generally touted as pure, unequivocal Dark Academia. If you like DA, you’ve got to read this book, or so people say.
I’ll admit I’m only halfway through it and I went and spoiled myself on Goodreads to find out if the second half was going to be better than the first. It doesn’t appear that it will be, but I think I might slog through it anyway.
The setting is the magical Alexandria Society, where, once every decade, six potential new initiates are brought together to compete for lifetime membership.
I’ve seen TA6 compared to The Secret History here and there but there is literally no similarity at all. To me, this is not even Dark Academia. One of the characters even says to the new recruits: “This is not a school, and I am not your teacher.” And he’s right! It’s really more of a Survivor-type competition, where only five of the six will make the cut. It happens to take place in a library-ish setting, but Blake doesn’t seem interested in creating a broody, academic atmosphere. Quite the opposite, actually. Just a few chapters in, there’s a long, Jason Bourne-style action sequence in which the initiates have to fight a black ops team of trained assassins from the CIA, MI6, and Chinese intelligence. I don’t think you could get less Dark Academia than that! (It’s also a scene that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, because several of these characters just shouldn’t have these kinds of combat skills, even with magic, but whatever).
Most of the rest of the book is scheming. At least, the first 170 pages or so have essentially been nothing but scheming, with the characters trying to suss out each other’s skills, strengths, and weaknesses to form alliances. There are a great many internal monologues and a lot of hinting about people’s powers...you know, a lot of If they knew what she really was, what she was capable of... That sort of thing. This gets pretty annoying after a while. Just frigging tell me already. Most of the characters are quite flat. My favorite so far is a bit player, an amoral grifter of a mermaid who can bubble up through the plumbing. But I suspect I’m not going to see much more of her.
The book does boast one of the worst sentences I’ve ever read:
“Libby’s brow remained annoyingly lost to the span of her forehead.”
What does this mean? I think the author is trying to say that Libby raised her eyebrows to express exaggerated disbelief, but I’m honestly not sure. I know this book was originally self-published, but I don’t think an editor touched it before the traditional publisher re-issued it this year. The author actually has a weird obsession with Libby’s forehead in general, specifically, her bangs (or “fringe” -- the book is full of Britishisms, even though the author is American). In fact, Libby’s bangs seem to be her primary personality trait. Anyway, that’s all I have to say about The Atlas Six.
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The next book is The Holy Innocents, by Gilbert Adair. This book has an odd backstory because Adair wrote two different versions of it. He published the first in 1988. In 2003, it was made into a movie starring Eva Green, The Dreamers (and yes, I discovered this movie via Dark Academia moodboards because I’m just that garbagey sort of a person). Then, Adair rewrote his own book to function as a novelization of the movie and published it as The Dreamers. The one I read was the 1988, pre-movie, original version.
About two-thirds of this book was a dark, broody, aesthetic trip. A 19-year-old Californian, Matthew, goes to France in 1968 to study film. There, he meets two passionate and pretentious movie buffs, the 17-year-old twins Guillaume and Danielle. He winds up living with them in the great gloom of the Parisian apartment owned by their father, an eccentric poet. The lodgings are so expansive that the kids have their own, isolated wing of it called le quartier des enfants. All sorts of things are going on in le quartier des enfants. So far, so Dark Academic!
The twins’ parents go out of town, leaving the enfants to their own devices. That’s when things get really freaky. Imagine this: If Richard Papen moved in with Charles and Camilla and they completely cut themselves off from the rest of the world up in that attic apartment. For a while they just sit around in front of a roaring fire, listening to old records and acting out their favorite bits of Greek tragedy. One thing leads to another and then...they all start fucking. I mean, they’re all fucking. A lot. It’s very filthy but also very atmospheric and aesthetic and dark, dark, dark.
The book gets even darker and more aesthetic when the erotic teenage trio decamps to Normandy for a stay in the decaying château owned by the twins’ clueless grandmother. This unfortunately didn’t last long enough. Upon their return to Paris, shit gets even weirder. I use the word “shit” deliberately. There is literal shit involved.
Adair invests a lot of energy in hinting, repeatedly, that these kids are going to keep descending into a hell of their own making until something truly terrible happens. What happens is that things get pretty gross. I began wondering if I was just reading some guy’s sex fantasies about polyamorous teenagers.
Then, in the last 20 pages or so, The Holy Innocents becomes a completely different book! The kids are roused from their surreal sex fugue by the student uprising of May 1968! They rush out into the streets to man the barricades Les Miz-style! It’s one of the biggest, whiplash what the fucks I’ve ever encountered in a book.
I understand that the movie (and I suppose, Adair’s novelization of the movie) diverged quite a lot from the original novel, and I can see why. This isn’t really a novel at all. It’s more like a lengthy short story with no real beginning, middle, or end. A series of atmospheric, erotic vignettes that seem to be leading to some great personal cataclysm. The last thing I expected was a sudden burst of 1960s youthquake activism.
So, Dark Academically speaking, I can recommend about the first two-thirds of The Holy Innocents, for the atmosphere, provided the sex doesn’t put you off. The last third, I’d say...proceed at your own risk. And maybe not on a full stomach.
Ugh, I apologize for the rambling length of this. I’m afraid I’m avoiding other things that I’m supposed to be doing.
#dark academia#the holy innocents#the atlas six#the secret history#olivie blake#gilbert adair#the dreamers 2003
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anyways the love tht i have w my s/o is so sacred and so special and no one could ever ever fathom trying to compete with it because we are so perfect and meant for each other and if we died we would simply reincarnate and find each other again and again no matter what because we would recognize each other in every lifetime bc we are so so perfect
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Word Find Tag Game
@pertinax--loculos asked me to search for full, new, burn, sign, without, and break.
I'm going to leave this tag game open for anyone who wants to participate!
Your words are: back, done, scary, trail, intimidating and war.
Full
Here, take them.” She thrust the folder, stuffed full of autopsy and pathology reports, at Rick. “There are the rest of your autopsy reports.” She just wanted to disappear back to her lab where the humans remained silent and inanimate.
Rick flipped through the papers, but only for a moment. He flipped the folder shut. “Summarize it for me.”
“Mr. O’Shea, I don’t get paid to read. Feel free to look over the report on your own time and if you have questions, I’ll be waiting by the phone with bated breath.”
“Are you sure about that?” Rick’s voice could have turned raindrops to ice. He was younger than she was, but that didn’t make the look in his eye any less intimidating. Moments ago, there had been no traces of the cold and quiet anger that now hardened his expression.
Joanne didn’t scare easily, but she felt her heart skip a beat.
New
Rick ignored her questions. He needed to think about something other than O’Brien. “You were there for the entire thing. How did Minerva do?”
“She was a badass killing machine.”
That made him smile. Minerva was new to her abilities, a photo-reflexive memory allowed her to see someone perform a task once and she was able to mimic it. With just a bit of practice, she could perfect it. She’d recently gotten into throwing knives. “As predicted. And Zeus?”
Burn
Excellence was an investment — one Rick O’Shea bought a generous amount of stock in. He didn’t believe in mediocracy. If his father had taught him anything in his lifetime, it was that once you were the best at one thing, it was easier to become excellent at another. Excelling in more than one area granted room for financial growth. Financial growth, allotted time and resources to manage what it took to run multiple businesses or to hire someone competent who could. And if that failed, it only took one word to burn it all to the ground.
Slater O’Brien had forgotten that it wasn’t wise to argue with a man holding a match while standing in a puddle of gasoline.
Rick was going to watch him burn.
Sign
Slater ducked his head against the frigid brutality of Chicago’s January winds. Being out in the daylight made him feel exposed.
The very streets he used to rule had become the most dangerous place for him to be. He was powerless and in enemy territory. Alone.
He approached a rusty chain-link fence and walked along it. The weeds were dead from winter, brown and scrubby, littered with an assortment of trash that had gotten tangled up and grown over. An old tin sign, sun faded with age, was propped against it.
Without
Death was a fascinating and terrifying creature, one without teeth or claws. Instead, it was a quiet beast that left darkness in its wake where there had once been light, silence where there had once been sound, nothing where there had been something. Most people didn’t acknowledge Death, they were too afraid to draw its attention. They didn’t understand that there was no running or hiding from Death, it came and feasted on life whether they were prepared or not.
Rick was aware that every second that passed on the clock brought him closer to looking Death in the eyes. He didn’t know if it would come for him when he stepped out of his penthouse at the start of each day, if it would come for him while he slept, or if he had forty more years of life. He wouldn’t waste his life waiting for Death to come and he wouldn’t allow himself to be taken so easily.
Break
“Slater,” Uncle Benjamin said, “come on.”
Slater wondered if his uncle would catch him if he made a break for the back door. He had a feeling that even though Ben was older and carried a bit of extra weight around the middle, he’d probably catch up to him. As much as Slater hated to admit it, he’d never been an athlete.
I am going to add my tag-list to this as well! Just because there's some new stuff!
Tag List (ask to be added/removed): @tricksexual, @wildler, @ganseyboii, @surrealirist, @obsessionandstuff, @pertinax--loculos, @pe-ersona, @a-curator-of-nonsense, @angelolytle, @lordkingsmith, @gloriafrimpong
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They all sound sooo good but how about nothing safe is worth the drive?? ❤❤❤
Thanks for the ask KJ! ❤
This is my Amazing Race fic, where the 118 rescues the CBS reality casting department from an office fire and one of the casting directors Eddie saves tries to recruit him for the show. And Eddie, predictably, chooses Buck to be his partner. He's in love with Buck at this stage, but he doesn't think Buck feels the same way, so he's considering this their 'last hurrah' together before Buck inevitably settles down and gets into a serious relationship with somebody else. Obviously he's wrong, but he doesn't know that yet 👀 So the fic is the two of them traveling the world and competing on the show, and each leg brings them closer to admitting their feelings to one another.
Originally I was going to have it be an AU and have the other teams be made up of the other 9-1-1 characters (Bobby, Chim, Hen, Athena, etc.) but what I think I'm going to do now instead is have the fic be canon compliant up until the end of S5 and have the other teams be OCs. Some of the OCs will bear similarities to people they already know, and each of them will teach Buck and Eddie some kind of a lesson that will all eventually culminate in them admitting their feelings to each other. I'm still experimenting with a few things, but I think this is what I'm going to end up doing.
Here's a snippet, from when Buck and Eddie get to their hotel after the first leg of the race to find out there's Only One Bed™:
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He moves to exit the bathroom, and he half hopes that when he swings the door open and passes the threshold that the light will be out and that Buck will already be asleep. Mostly so that he doesn’t have to confront whatever this... thing is that manages to make his palms sweat and give him dry mouth at the thought of simply sharing a bed.
But when he walks out into the bedroom, Buck's sitting up in bed. He's snug underneath the covers, but staring into space, blank and vacant.
Eddie knows this look. It's one that only comes out in the darkness of the 118 bunk room after midnight, when Buck’s innermost thoughts manage to drown out its pin-drop silence. One that Eddie’s woken from a deep sleep to witness often, like there’s some kind of Buck signal beamed up outside the firehouse that only he can sense. One that always prompts him to set his morning alarm a half hour earlier. You know, to get Buck’s favorite coffee brewing. One that seems to be happening more and more ever since Buck sent Taylor packing.
He wants more than anything to know what keeps Buck up all those late nights. And he’d definitely spend more time doing that detective work, if his own mind wasn’t preoccupied with trying to form a strategy around this whole bed conundrum.
The mattress is probably a queen, but somehow looks considerably smaller with Buck on top of it. And he’s not sure if it’s because of his 6’2” frame, feet almost hanging off the edge, or if it’s the way that Buck’s sheer presence makes the most banal of activities feel so much more intimate.
Eddie knows he’s making the situation weirder with each passing second. Just suck it up and get in the bed, he chants to himself. But there are consequences that will no doubt transpire if he does, and they hang over him like the dangling light fixture that’s one gentle breeze from burning out entirely.
Collapsing into bed next to Buck under dim lighting after a long, strenuous day is perhaps the most dangerous thing he can do. Because he might actually feel comfortable. And at home. And if he’s not careful, and he dares to brush his arm against Buck in the casual, familiar way they always do but in the most domestic context possible, he might dare to want it every day for the rest of his life.
Which would only condemn him to a lifetime of lonely mornings and excruciating nights, tinged with a gut-wrenching sense of loss of the one thing he can never have.
Eddie shakes his head, a desperate attempt to pull himself together. He’d never been this neurotic over the prospect of sharing a bed with Ana. But maybe, looking back, that had been part of the problem.
Evidently Eddie’s thoughts are also too loud, because Buck suddenly makes eye contact. His eyes graze over Eddie’s rigid stance, and his shoulders stiffen.
“Oh. Sorry. I could just… um…” He looks rapidly around the room and deflates when he sees no good alternative. Eddie knows because he checked. “…sleep on the floor?”
“No, you’re not doing that,” Eddie insists. “I’m not going to let you be a martyr today.” The way he slowly peels back the covers like he’s about to disrupt a hive of angry bees says otherwise. But he knows what Buck’s thinking and he can’t let him do that to himself. Not when it’s because of Eddie’s inability to be normal. “We’ll… make it work.”
“You sure? You don’t think it would be weird?”
Play it cool, Diaz. “Why would it be weird?”
Buck just stares at him, and then sinks deeper under the comforter. “No reason.”
#ask box#eddiessluttytanktop#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#fic snippet#wip ask game#nothing safe is worth the drive feed#amazing race fic
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