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ima-ghost-art · 10 months

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Types of Magical cats

When watching cats the musical, it's clear to see that some cats are more magically gifted than others, but honestly I think alot more cats have magic (or at the very least the fun potential of magic) so heres a post depicting each type of magic cat!!

(OC's at the end)

Terpsichorean powers!

Now every cat has this! Terpsichorean means power of dance, and each year the cats reserve to use for the jellicles to use at the jellicles ball!

Basically it just means they can all dance together and vibe in sync without having to do months of practice plus no fear of messing up!!

(specific characters underneath)

The Fantastical Cat!

Mistoffelees (the most obvious magical cat of the jellicles) is a fantastical cat! His magic is powerful and unpredictable. Being able to do small things like manipulate lights and create sparkles, to some mid level stuff like changing his appearance and being able to project his voice into other places, like outside or down the hall, to even bigger things like teleportation (both himself and others) as well as sometimes even creating storms!!

His biggest trick he had ever done (before saving old Deuteronomy) was when he helped save 7 kittens by teleporting them threw an old hat out from under some junk that had collapsed around them!!

Mistos magic (like everyone elses) is inhanced by dancing and music, which helps because it really adds to his love to show off while performing! (The sparkles and lightning really help adding some fun piazza to the show!)

His one main drawback however is over use of his powers is incredibly draining, and can often lead him to sleep for multiple days after big stunts! (Que tugger fireman carrying him back to his den after the ball where he saved old doot!) His hands also have a permanent tingling sensation aswell!

Mistos magic also very similar to his fathers who was also a fantastical cat!

The Mystery Cat!

Macavity is a mystery cat! Now his powers is sort of difficult to distinguish, its most similar to Mistoffelees but alot more controlled and violent. His magic is centred on being able to trick people and stop people from tracing his crimes back to himself.

His levitation (aka glorified hovering let's be real) to stop others to follow his paw prints. Fire means ge can burn evidence. Teleportation to get away. Hypnosis to create an alibi (bc Macavity wasnt there). And finally other little forms of tricks and trickery to cause mayhem similar to mistos powers!

Now Macavitys drawback is arguably the opposite to Mistoffelees. Whereas misto becomes physically drained to the point of needing to sleep for long periods, Mac's powers force him to stay awake. The more he uses his Magic, the longer he is essentially kept from being able to sleep. (Hes always wide awake)

Now depending on the story, Macavity is either actively seeking out the manic effect on his body, willingly choosing to force himself into these periods of unrest just to use his powers for chaos and reveling in its distruction, OR his powers THEMSELVES are what have lead to his life of crime, slowly forcing him into insanity and unable to stop himself by never letting him sleep!

(Either option is great for angst!!)

The Physic Cats!

Now theres no denying that there is some sort of weird powers held by our beloved Tantomile and Coricopat! These twins are often shown to be the first to know/ react to anything new that was about to happen on stage (besides misto), literally sensing Old Deuteronomy before I comes on stage!

Now for there magic, I believe they both share similar types of physic abilities, my favourite hc for this is Tanto sees the past/ memories, and Cori can sense the future/ gets prophetic vision (ik I've seen @afairytalestray talk about similar hcs which I love them!!)

For Tantomile, her powers consist of being able to read peoples memories/ collect memories from objects and surroundings. Not everything is the easiest to read but specifically if it is or has interacted with water or earth it is usually stronger (water and earth hold memories) hence why it is somewhat easy to read other cats. With all of this knowledge, Tanto often ends up predicting alot of what will happen because she says history can repeat itself. However she can also get involuntary visions of peoples pasts.

Coricopat on the other hand can see the future. When hes not having visions, his powers usually manifest as being able to predict what will happen 5 - 10 seconds before something happens. However when it comes to his visions he would become prone for around a minute or two, which depending on where he is at the time, can end up being pretty dangerous, but the other cats look out for him.

When they use their powers together (especially during the ball) their powers meld together and they are able to use them to bolster themselves and others magic!!

The two also have a kinda physic link but whether or not that's bc they are magic or because they are twins is up to debate!

The Gumbie Cat!

Time for our first not quite obvious magical cat, Jennyanydots!! Now to me there is no way Jenny is not somewhat magically gifted, I mean she has 3 costume changes and a sick ass tap solo how is that not magic??

But on a serious note, I do strongly believe Jennyanydots has powers, even as they are not as obvious as her other magical counterparts!

She has the ability to speak with more animals than the average cat, (most cats can only really communicate with dogs/ understand humans) and Jenny can understand mice birds and most other creatures! She definitely uses this part of her powers to become a teacher to other animals!!

She also has the ability to shape shift her form between her 'Gumbie' form her 'Tap' form and her 'Normal' form!

The Knockabout Cats!

JERRIE AND TEAZER ARE MAGIC and you cant take this hc away from me!!!

Like Macavity, their magic isnt very specific, it's very much what they need in the moment to pull off their heists. They can switch places with eachother, disappear melt into shadows, minor teleportation of small objects and masters of disguise all that Jazz!!

Since it's not exactly a set 'set' of powers Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer dont have distinctive separations in their magic, but how it presents itself does allow each of their personalities to shine through!!!

Same as Tanto and Cori, they potentially have telepathy with eachother, whether or not its them being twins or their magic who knows???

Everlasting Blessed

Finally Old Deuteronomy and Jemima!! These two's magic is derived from the Everlasting Cats Blessing!!

Every cat who receives the Everlasting Cats blessing is destined to become the leader of their tribes and the one to pick the next Jellicle choice!

They also are granted with deep wisdom and are naturally gifted with being able to read people. Similarly, like the Physic twins, they can uses their magic to boost others magic!!

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Finally! Other cats have small amounts of magic just not anything distinctive to be noticeable!!

I hc that both Victoria and Alonzo share a small part of Mistos magic that stems in enhancing theirTerpsichorean powers! And Munkustrap and Tugger have a mix of a sensitivity to both their father and Jems magic, as well as Macavitys magic!! But also the Terpsichorean powers to!!

Gus and Griz also had a strong connection to a more performance based magic but similarly it's just an off shoot of the Terpsichorean powers aswell!!

(And for people who also like my Oc content, Merlinite, Eglantine and Dylula are fantastical cat, Alibi and Admetus are Mystery cats, Mollycoddle and Magnolia are Gumbie cats, and Old Jillymonty and Dapple doo are everlasting blessed!!)

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sadistpet · 1 month

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Meet the Writer

it's munday everybunny you know what that means

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

i love choosing muses that aren’t very. canonically fleshed out. it gives me a lot of opportunity to make them into my own ig :3

raikov is generally a pretty blank slate besides the little we know about him ( being violent / sadistic, being in love with volgin, u kno ) and i think he's potentially a really interesting character from what little we see of him. im personally not ascribed to the eva theory bc i think its kinda silly and robs him of a lot of his personal agency, but it is a common theory, so i kinda wanted to build up a characterisation that was more. faithful to canon rather than fanon u kno. plus sometimes my autism just latches onto specific random characters for no reason and in this case it was raikov JDSFHDFKJ my partner loves raiden and when we were scrolling his wiki page for the funnies obviously raikov's page comes up at the top as a "maybe you meant this" and i just kept coming back to him

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH i hate writing anything with like. eating?? which is ironic considering . raikov . but i just never know how to word it BUT aside from that i think combat is really the only thing ! just cause i feel like it relies heavily on input from both parties and i constantly feel like im overstepping kjshkfjhg

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

fluff angst smut grins. they just come a lot easier to me, especially angst because i always have a LOT to say about silly little internal thought processes and i love writing sadness and pain ^-^ it makes me very gleeful ironically jdkhfdjhg i get very emotionally invested in angst especially. smut is a little bit harder? kinda like with combat ironically it heavily relies on the input of both parties but i do feel for the most part its pretty open ended fun :3

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

i just know. BUT NO SERIOUSLY sometimes it's just Vibes, sometimes it's through reading canon stuff and linking it back to my backstory for him, sometimes it's through interactions with others. there's a lot :3 i do put a lot of thought into my headcanons though, maybe like. too much lmao. but i enjoy it i really love doing a lot of analysis to get to my headcanons

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

a bit of both ! rn i'm writing in silence and i think last night i was mostly writing in silence on my phone and then listening to music while i finished stuff on pc. i think it depends ? sometimes i just get really distracted when listening to music and end up completely neglecting actually writing HDFJGHED so i think overall i prefer silence, or something in the background that i've already seen before so i don't need to pay much attention to it

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

i love winging it :3 i like the unpredictability of it but i think i tend to like. outline ? replies before i actually write them properly. ive never really plotted with anyone besides a vague kinda outline or premise, because i do really like the unpredictability :3 but im always open to plotting grins cutely.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yes. not just romantic shipping; sexual, enemies, rivals, whatever, idgaf I LOVE CONNECTIONS!!!!!!! i love being able to write relationships between characters. even if its like, familial relationships or whatever, i think it's SO FUN like ourgh. grins really big

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

frances ! it’s not my irl name but the one im most comfortable using online. i also go by rosalind, neo, and vanya :3 one of these is closest to my irl name but youll never guess

ᴀɢᴇ?

22, 23 this year somehow

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

september 17th !

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

pink. fairy tale pink. baby pink. any shade of pink

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

UM im not sure ?? of all time maybe dysph.oric reverie by [redacted] and the art of suicide by emilie autumn and valley of the dolls by marina atm though its a stranger i remain and holding out for a hero

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

the thing (1982) !! oh it was so fucking good i really really enjoyed it. theres a bunch of old classic horror films ive never seen so im glad i could tick one off the list :3 the effects in it were absolutely stunning my goodness

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

i think it was blue eye samurai ?? i gen dont remember

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

im so sorry for my crimes but it was the stains of time and then holding out for a hero

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

meat. and sweet things. i dont think i really have any favourites in particular besides liiiike caramel

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

spring ! all the other seasons make me depressed in some way somehow

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

i have avoidant personality disorder so im too scared to explicitly call anybody my friend in case they hate me so unfortunately i will not think of us as friends unless yuou tell me we are. but if i talk to you / interact with you regularly just know i consider u a friend ok. snf

#im so slepey. thank uou #g: ¦ ❝ ooc. ❞

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dojae-huh · 3 months

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SM Rookies

I've watched a lot of NCT content (mostly 127 related), more than most fans, but there are still gaps. I'm not a geek type of a person, I don't need to know absolutely everything about something I enjoy. I covered the basics (all MVs, all albums, the beginning, the pre-debut info, etc) and left the rest to "when I have time and mood".

As 127 slowed down with their content releases, the last unit was formed to wrap up the NCT project, and the military era is upon us, now I have the motivation to catch up with the past.

I generally know SMRookie era, but I haven't watched the programmes (Rookies and EXO, Disney Micky Mouse club). I'll start with a recap. (There are fandom Wiki-s, so google for more details yourself)

SMRookies. The idea was launched in 2013. And it was still kind of alive during the introduction of new neos. Shotaro and Sungchan were promoted in the same manner (promotion without being in a fixed unit), and NCT Wish went though the preparatory period like old neos did with SM Rookies Show (small venue concerts around Japan with song covers to practice working on the stage and gather first supporters).

In a sense. The Rookies system is like SM's own idol survival show. K-pop fans get to know the trainees, watch them perform, but the debut of the participants isn't guaranteed. The system is probably obsolete by now. The field of k-pop and promotional tactics have changed. NCT Wish might be the last who participated in it. The new gg which should debut in 2024 will show.

Rookies were introduced in groups over a few years.

2013

December 2nd, SM announced Seulgi, Taeyong, Jeno.

December 9th - Irene, Jaehyun, and Lami.

December 16th - Hansol, Mark, and Jisung.

December 23th - Johnny, Yuta, and Ten.

Lami and Hansol didn't make it as idols. Lami started as a child actress and is now also listed as an actress signed to SM. Hansol left SM, debuted with Newkidd, he finished the military and is now teaching dance in Australia. He says he will comeback to Korea, he is on a break (Newkidd has been on a prolonged hiatus, Hansol clings to his dream, but I doubt anything will pan out in the future).

Hansol's case was always curious to me. He was a part of the A-team and SM Rookies, i.e. he was chosen by SM, and yet he is the only one who didn't end up in NCT. I think Shohei will repeat his fate. Other neos greet him on music award shows, but can't talk about him in NCT content and lives. He was erased.

Why he never made it? He wasn't the best of the best. He was only a dancer, he was tall and handsome, but there were no spots left for him in 127. And he couldn't debut with WayV as a Korean after the Chinese ban on Korean celebreties performing in the country. Johnny had English and ties to US, Yuta had ties to Japan, Jungwoo could sing and was more charming, Sungchan (very much the same idol type, I think) was younger.

Still, was it a problem to add him to 127 together with JohnDo? He wasn't popular enough? SM didn't see a potential after a trial period? He was liked by everyone, it's hard to imagine there being a conflict with other neos.

Frankly, watching the content with him, I don't think NCT lost anything. He doesn't have the spark. Evenso, it is still a lesson of how unpredictable the path to success can be.

The Rookies introduced in 2013 (only the hyung line) + Taeil + Yong Ju performed on SMTown week show (Hansol in red). Another performance.

Yong Ju left on his own very soon. He wasn't interested in NCT concept. Never became an official Rookie.

The difference between Taeil's and Doyoung's first stages is also interesting to me. Both are the "glee club boys", who joined an idol agency to be able to sing, who always were rivals during trainee days as top vocalists. However, Doyoung joined later (wasn't ready for SMTown), was kept hidden, and was introduced as an MC. Different set of talents, different time, different approach at promotion. (Do came in with the experience of student body vice-president and all his talkative skills).

2014

March 19th - Wendy

July 17 - Donghyuk (later Haechan)

The officially introduced Rookie batch was promoted here and there. A site was launched, Rookies did short YT introductory videos. Solo performances were uploaded as well. (you can find them all on SM main YT channel)

"TY track" Tae's moniker is thanks to his feature in an earlier Red Velvet song. As you see, RV and NCT were sister/brother group originally (it's more of aespa/NCT now, lol). The connection allowed for stages like Tae+Seulgi.

Johnny, Irene, Taeyong, Seulgi

Most importantly, the lore of NCT began with Taeyong's "Open the door" on July 21st.

2015

January 15th - Doyoung

April 22th - Jaemin

July 9th - Koeun, Hina, and Herin

October 13th - Taeil

December 18th - Kun

Instantly after introduction Do joined Jae for ShowChamp as MC for half a year.

Same as Taeil, Jaemin performed on SMRookies events prior to being officially announced as a Rookie. Taeil was removed from dances pretty early. The routines became difficult, the special videos showcased the dance line only. Kun's introducation (and his participation in Without U, Chinese version) meant LSM was serious about launching a Chinese and a Japanese unit soon after 127.

The girls participated in Micky Mouse club together with Dreamies, but none of them debuted with SM (Herin left early, but, it seems, Koeun and Hina waited for aespa, but weren't selected).

Koeun played alongside Jungwoo in Yesung's "Paper Umbrella" MV.

More of dance videos uploaded on YT. Ten&Jaehyun played in the Hope Basketball All-Star basketball games and Yuta replaced Minho at MBC Idol Star Games (football).

In August - first Rookies Shows. Every boy who had been introduced so far. + Taeil. Lol, they just forgot they hadn't officially debuted him and remembered postfactum. Does the ceremony have anything to do with contracts?

Here is where the first divide lies. Chenle, Renjun, WinWin are yet to join SM. Kun didn't participate. It's why Renjun wasn't close to Doyoung before NCT2020, why Ten is close to 127.

SMRookies show gave us Tende unit and the song "Timeless", as well as the TaeDo single (written by Tae) that later was released as "Lightbulb" in 2020 with additional neos on the track. If you ever wondered why in Japan Johnny gets birthday cakes in the form of a fish, it's because of "Under the sea".

2016

January 5th - WinWin

September 19th - Yiyang and Ningning

The first NCT lore videos (Origin, Synchronization of your dreams, 7th sense) were released Jan-Feb. Taeil released his famous "apada gwenchana" OST.

LSM really wanted a member to pull in Chinese audience, heh. WW got in SM late and was inserted in all promo material right away. Yiyang left SM and is in a Chinese idol group now.

Yuta participated in another football game. And got a magazine feature in April.

Ten wasn't forgotten. Thai magazine (scans and translation).

SMRookies finished last SMRookie shows in Thailand in February. SM was gearing up for NCT unit debuts in Spring and Summer.

Johnny played a DG set October 2016. By then he was already part of 127 (not officially). I'm making a point out of Yuta and Johnny's promotions because the fandom likes to say they never got anything.

Lucas, Jungwoo, Xiaojun, YangYang, Hendery, Seunghan, Eunseuk, Shohei. I think Sungchan and Shotaro skipped the phase as they debuted as part of NCT without prior introduction. Same as Chenle and Renjun.

So, to sum it up.

Practically all Rookie boys debuted. Didn't make it: Hansol, Shohei. Lucas and Seunghan debuted but were lost due to scandals. Shotaro and Sungchan relocated not just to another unit, but to another group.

The official NCT lore lost 4 dreamers (italics). This story isn't without its victims.

Half of the girls didn't make it. aespa has only 4 members afterall, heh. (seems like the new gg will have 8-9)

Finally. The end and the new beginning. NCT Wish implementation to the lore.

#smr #chain reaction

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language,

Multiple Chapters

Previous chapter/s: 1 2 3

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Muehehehehe mah bois finally making an entrance!!! Can't wait to write more about those idiots, I already love them sm ;-; And sheesh- Aemond is the biggest, most insecure twat in this chap (sorry, not sorry). And a bit of a horndog... Oh also, you'll find the translation of the Asshai'i down below again. Cheers!

"Something's coming. I can feel it."

He received no answer. Just a blank stare. She saw no point in stating the obvious.

"Have your..." She sensed the hesitation in his voice "...shadows found anything so far?"

"No, nothing yet."

"You know what would happen if they were to come back, right?"

"Far better than you." She growled. "Far better than any of you could ever know."

King Viserys hissed in pain. The years had taken a heavy toll on him. She looked at the King with a mix of pity and disgust, cringing at his pained expression. She'd always been amazed at how weak the human body was, how easy to break it. To snap in half.

Oh, how he'd changed. As if it were yesterday when she first met him. A silver haired babe that had just learned how to walk, staring up at her in horror while hiding behind his mother's skirts, tears staining his small cheeks. Animals and children had better eyes. They could see right through her. The latter however, had the tendency to lose that ability as the years kept rolling.

"Viserys, I could..."

"No." The King's voice raised slightly. "I don't want it, Rebonna. If my time has come, then so be it."

She opened her mouth, ready to protest. Viserys raised a hand, stopping her.

"I know you mean well, Rebonna. I realize this is tough for you." His eyes wandered to the stone model of the Westeros capital they were sitting next to. " People come and they go, but you... You're still standing. You've stood through all of it."

"Do not pity me. I've seen what old age does to people. I'm far better off..." Her own words smacked her back in the face like a brick wall. "I apologize, I didn't mean it like that..."

"It's fine."

"It's not though, is it?"

They looked at eachother knowingly. Then they laughed.

"There's days where I could barely get myself out of bed now. If only I could stay in it forever... How do you deal with it?"

"The pain? You get used to it somewhere along the way. Though I must admit, sometimes I feel just like you."

"I wish I possessed your strength, Rebonna, my knees have been killing me for years..." he shook his head with a weak smile.

"You don't, mine are just the same."

Viserys let out a heartfelt laugh, happy tears pricking at his eyes. It was good to know there was at least one person out there that understood.

But as all good things, this moment of tranquility had to come to an end too. An unwanted guest, arriving without invitation- another hiss from the King. They both stopped laughing.

"I doubt I'll ever see this thing get finished." Viserys pointed to the stone replica of King's Landing, his eyes full of sorrow. "In the case that I don't, be as kind as to see it get done."

"Sure will, can't let that much stone go to waste." She let out a not so ladylike snort.

The pair sat there in silence. It was a marvelous piece. So intricate, so clean. So unlike the actual thing.

"Rebonna, about the wedding..."

"You still insist on going through with?" She got back on her feet, brows furrowed in annoyance. "I told you, this is completely unnecessary. I'll help you with whatever I can, I don't require payment or rewards in return."

"It's not just that, Rebonna. They're unpredictable and reckless, this family of mine. The hatred they hold for eachother goes beyond understanding. Gods know what they'll do once I'm gone from this cursed world. And my son, Rebonna. He needs someone to..."

"Hold him down? Prevent him from doing anything stupid?"

"Yes" The King agreed.

"And you think I'm the right person for the job?"

"The only one that could do it. But only if you two marry. You must be a part of the family for any of them to hear. And even then..." Viserys didn't have to say it, they both knew the truth.

Her eyes darkened. The lady had no interest in marriage. If she did, she would've found someone long ago. She loved being free. Of a lover and of any kind of feelings she may hold for one. But she sensed the desperation in the letter the King of Westeros had sent her. In it, he told her of the tension in his family that had been growing through the years, like a parasite that refused to let go of its host. Of how many years it'd been since he last saw his daughter. Of how he could sense his end was nearing...

He missed her, his daughter. He missed his brother too, as well as his grandchildren. Viserys was a good man with a big heart. All he wanted was to see them all together, as a real family. Not watch one side fight the other like wild beasts, thirsty for blood.

Vessard played the role of a good and loyal friend well. One that was always ready to offer a helping hand, without hesitation. She never demanded anything in return. For the most of it, her "friends" didn't even bother with making the offer.vThis time though, one of them did.

Viserys Targaryen needed someone that would restore the peace, both in the realm and his family. His proposition was simple. She'd marry his second born son and join the royal family, assuming the title Princess of Westeros. In return, if need be, she'd prevent them from slaughtering each other. Simple as that. The King needed someone to hold them together once he was gone.

The Master of Shadows had been a guest at the Palace of Dust for some moons by the time said letter had reached her. She'd tried damn near everything at this point. Their chances of ever uncovering information were getting slimmer with each passing day. She had to go to Qarth, one of the last spots she had on her list. That's how she and her shadows found themselves in the House of the Undying, much to their dismay. As expected, she got no answers out of the Undying Ones either. They were too busy drowning in Shade of the Evening to answer any of the questions she had for them. Their endless libraries, filled with books and scrolls from all over the Known World, were empty as well.

Rebonna had lost almost all hope. The thought of going back to Asshai refused to leave her mind. She had already given out the order to her men to pack their belongings when a boy, no older than ten, had approached her. Squeezing the piece of parchment in his dirty hands, scared eyes glued to the ground. Without a word, the child pushed the letter in her hands and ran off in silent horror, his legs desperately trying to carry him back to safety.

Rebonna broke the seal, her dead eyes quickly finding the name of the sender. She had to make sure. The wax dragon that was keeping the contents of the letter hidden from prying eyes just wasn't enough. Rebonna recognized the writing.

"Maghagon soba frāed morden. Amat'kai esso." The Dark Shadow said under her breath.

Her servants dissappeared into thin air, eager to carry out her order. The hunger was unbearable.

"Nevrumm ryptā kerom "Ȳdra daor mord'aor ath devrrozith?" Beliz chuckled. He was the only one that had stayed behind.

"Qilōni vestās nūmāzma ein soba?" His master responded with a blithsome grin. "Change of plans. We're going to Westeros."

"I can't believe I let you drag me into this... I must have lost whatever's left of my mind."

The King smiled weakly. He bent forward and took her hands. He shook them, an expression of gratitude.

"Thank you. I appreciate everything you do for me and my family more than I could ever let known. You owe me nothing and yet you answered my call for help, no matter the circumstances. Just as you've always done."

"You better... I have to go now, friend. I promised your son to accompany him to dinner."

She stood up, so did the King.

"We'll have to discuss this wedding of yours soon. We have yet to decide on the date."

Rebonna rolled her eyes. Of course he'd leave it to her to make the decision.

"Let me discuss it with the prince first, it's his wedding too after all."

Viserys nodded. He watched his friend turn her back on him and head for the exit. Just as she was about to slip through the doors, the King proposed.

"How about a dinner tomorrow evening? All of us?"

"Have it arranged then."

Rebonna was gone before he could say anything else.

"Vezhoff, sem fini esso?"

"Selin, Liora..."

Getting Liora to shut his mouth was close to impossible when he felt anxious. Sitting around and waiting for something to happen wasn't his way. But he had nothing. Just like the rest of them.

"Oh, fini? Othok kav jiōraton mirros, Beliz? Daor issa? Pār ȳdra daor thaóla ivestragon nyke skoros naejot gaomagon kav! Thamar kostagon daor arlī lēda fraed ulro'th." He retorted, hands shaking violently. Even he himself had no idea why they did, but they'd always been like that. His whole being was. Shaky and impatient.

"Thamar kav..." Mala intervened "Sin nesat kav issa."

"Rhae aōha othok gladh iksis naejot jikagon arlī se fini? Ivestragon sin pōnta meksis naejot dohaeragon?" Liora shouted out. His arms were flying in all directions, eyes bulging out. "Sek, konir sagon vaerēs naejot pālegon isse ower sierk."

Mala sighed. He knew better than to argue with him in such moments. There was nothing that could calm the poor bastard, other than some wine and a good fuck. He leaned back, deciding to let Liora get all his pent up energy out through words.

"If you can think of anything else, then be my fucking guest. Otherwise shut that wretched mouth of yours, like my brother suggested."

Enek couldn't stand to hear anyone raise his voice at the Braavosi that sat beside him, even when he was in the wrong.

"Or what, weakling?" Liora hissed through gritted teeth. "Othok kav elāin selindaor odēm?"

In the blink of an eye, Enek found himself in front of the shorter male. His eyes had turned completely black, daring his opponent to make the first move.

"Enek!" Mala was quick to follow him. He appeared between the two in a puff of black smoke, shoving them apart.

The beauty spots around Enek's eyes dissappeared as his pale face twisted in a proud smile. Mala rarely stood his ground like that, usually hiding behind the larger male and letting him fight his own battles. One eye stayed black and the other went to its usual milky white color as he calmed down. The intricate white lines that covered both his arms went back to their usual sluggish movements.

Not long after his birth, streaks of intersecting white stripes that never stayed still for long, had started to appear on Enek's body. They covered both his arms and back, and went all the way down to the soles of his feet. Unlike his older brother, Enek possessed the power of glamoring - the ability to change his and other's appearance using light and shadow. The wonders of Asshai...

"Lō othok ith hlizifith naejot sȳz lekhaan esse selin bē! Charat..." Firoll's voice reached their ears. It was a miracle, for the first time in a while it wasn't him that was rocking the boat. He was too busy spilling out the scorched contents of his pipe down on the ground to join in on the fun, as he'd say.

He wasn't busy enough to not hear his master's voice ringing in his head like church bells though.

"Nesh syt tel'quien rhae hezhah? "

The words came out as a hiss, each and every word dragged out. The voice was faint, yet loud. As if it came out from far away, but also as if the one it belonged to stood right behind them.

"Olkodran othrumm daorun ath Nevae Ono an daor rhehālat uthām..." Firoll admitted with a sour chuckle, still working on getting the pipe as clean as it was before he had stuffed the herbs down the opening.

The other shadows yelled out his name, their eyes narrowing.

"Māzigon sa'ave!"

The voice boomed angrily over their heads. The clouds that covered the Shadow city had turned even darker. Thunder could be heard in the short distance. There was a storm coming.

"You just had to tell her, didn't you..." Liora shook his head, small flame coming out of his free hand and twirling around the pipe he held in the other one. "You just had to go ahead and tell her."

"Hae kav sin nesat issa" Mala chimed in. "Sin naejot gūrogon sōid karav morrud vā"

The snarl that came out of Liora resembled no sound that could come out of a human being. He threw his pipe to the ground. He strode over to Mala, grabbing him by the scruff. The flames that came out of his palms had doubled in size.

"Gaomagon othok āela bezzi abavith, athzhilar. Iā tha nyke ryssat thaóla." The dry,cracked skin that covered his nose touched the one of Mala. Liora murmured. "You're forgetting yourself"

He was right. They owed her everything. He had no right.

At this point, Beliz had had enough of all their bickering. Without anyone noticing, he snuck over to the young men quietly and smacked each over the head.

"Gá leòr, jem'a! Mala, harāth! Oragonn ath tol'ha. Thamar ārli zem issa."

Mala tore himself out of his friend's grasp, eyes looking down at the dirt. Both men were shaking uncontrollably- one out of habit, one in fear. This side of Liora terrified him. He knew what his friend was capable of, having witnessed the way he hunted down his prey more than once before. Mala let out a low hum, then dissappeared.

"Firoll, you're coming with me."

"Where to, if I may ask?"

"You may fucking not. I'm done with you lot for today. Get up!"

Beliz then turned to the two men that stood close behind them. Another fight was about the break out, he knew it.

"And you two..." He pointed at his brother, then at Liora. "...try not to claw eachother's eyes out again."

"Anything for you, beloved." Liora shouted.

Another smack followed, this time from Enek. The two fell to the ground, fists flying in all directions. Firoll laughed as him and Beliz passed from sight, leaving Liora and Enek behind.

Clash of swords. Dirt flying around. The silver haired man dodged to the right as his opponent struck. He was quick to realize his mistake, Ser Cole had taken residence in the prince's blind spot. Before he could turn to face him, the knight had already struck. The shield shattered right above the handle, wood bending and snapping. The young Targaryen was quick to discard it, throwing it somewhere behind himself. Stupid mistake. One he'd made many times before. He cursed himself. If it weren't for his bastard nephews, he wouldn't have to feel so...so...incomplete. Imperfect.

It'd taken him months after losing the eye to not flinch whenever someone approached him on his left. It'd taken him even longer to get used to all the stares. The muffled whispers. The pity.

It was even worse that his own mother wouldn't look at him for more than few seconds at a time. Was he really that disgusting, even the woman that had given birth to him couldn't bare to see his face? And his father? Soon after the incident, the King started acting as if nothing had happened. All in the name of his half-sister and her bastard children. Viserys turned his back on him. No, not to him but to the scared, little boy that he was back then. None of it mattered anymore. Soon the fear had turned to anger, then to apathy. The boy- to a young man.

His face contorted with the memories of his own parents. The prince spun the sword he held in his hand and kicked at the dirt. While Cole was busy shielding his eyes, the prince disarmed him, smacking the flail out his hand and onto the ground. His sword pointed at his opponent's throat, neither one of them moving any further.

"Well done, my prince" The knight said, breathing heavily.

Prince Aemond hummed in respond, throwing his sword to the ground as he turned for the Red Keep.

"That any way to treat your weapons, my prince?"

"I don't give a single fuck about my weapon, Cole. I have places to be."

"With lady Vessard, from what I've heard?" Ser Criston asked, taking his gloves off.

"What do you care?"

"Be careful, my prince. Women like her..."

"What? Say it."

Aemond had stopped right before the steps that led into the castle, looking back over his shoulder. The knight was the last person on earth he needed advice from. Especially when it came to women.

Nothing came out of Criston. Though he found it odd, considering the prince's distrusting nature, the knight knew better than to argue with him. There was no point, even a blind man could see how smitten the young Targaryen was with his betrothed.

"That'd be all for today, Cole."

Aemond One-Eye stared through the open doors of the balcony, watching as the weather outside turned sour. Odd. Few hours ago, the blazing hot sun smiled down upon the capital. Now the sky was pouring down with all its wrath, roaring thunder mercilessly splitting it in half.

He had been waiting for the lady for over an hour, there was no sign of her. He thought of sending out one of the members of the kingsguard to go fetch her. But he didn't want to seem desperate in front of his betrothed, and even though it kept gnawing at him, he let it be. He could wait. Maybe she was just still getting ready. Or maybe something terrible had happened. Or maybe, just maybe, she had finally seen him for what he truly was- a disfigured beast. Maybe she'd decided honoring him with her presence wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.

The prince shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought of the foreign beauty finally coming to her senses and leaving him behind. But what if...?

"Your Grace, lady Vessard has arrived."

His breath hitched in his throat, eye now opened as wide as it would allow. He could feel his pants get tighter and his face change to a reddish color. The prince rose to his feet, knees hitting the table as he did.

She was a goddess. A star, plucked from the night sky and dropped down here, in his chambers. The sleeveless black dress she wore hugged her body perfectly, showing off every curve. His mind wandered to what she'd look like without it. The deep neckline of it made it even harder for the prince to concentrate.

"Oh, Aemond!" A shiver ran down his spine. "I apologize dearly, getting into this thing turned out to be harder than one would think!"

Rebonna ran a hand down the bodice of the dress, Aemond's eye following the movement. The whole thing was covered in tiny black asymmetrical stones, the light of the candles bouncing off of them in different directions. It finally dawned on him- dragon glass.

"Leave us" the prince said absent-mindedly. The servants wasted no time, scurrying out of his chambers like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Finally, all alone with eachother.

The lady wasted no time either. She reached him in one or two big strides, immediately grabbing his hands and squeezing lightly.

"I must admit, I've been waiting for this moment ever since that feast. Getting to spend time with my husband-to-be without hundreds upon hundreds of curious eyes watching our every move is refreshing." She smiled softly, batting her eyelashes up at him.

Aemond thought something had gone seriously wrong with his hearing. The idea of her wanting to spend time with him one-on-one seemed far-fetched. Did she really mean it? Was this just some twisted joke he wasn't getting?

"Aemond?"

He was whipped. She could see it, clear as day. A devilish grin found its way on her face. She made sure to get rid of it before he could see it.

"Aemond, is everything alright?" She asked with pretend concern.

Of course it wasn't. With her being so close, he could get a perfect look down her cleavage. Her chest rising with every breath she took in. Rebonna allowed him to undress her with his eyes for a bit longer, then tore her right hand free from his grasp, which was getting stronger the more he stared. Her soft fingers hooked under his chin and pulled up.

"I-"

"You?" Bright light shone in her two big eyes.

The prince's face would have turned a few shades darker, had it not been for most of the blood circling around in his body making its way down to his cock.

"A glass of wine, perhaps?" He cleared out his throat loudly, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt was written all over his face.

"That'd be nice."

*Translation of Asshai'i down below*

R: Bring him back to me. Immediately.

B:Never heard of "Don't shoot the messenger"?

R:Who said anything about shooting him?

...........

L:Great, now what?

B:Shut it, Liora....

L:What? You've got something? No? Then don't tell me what to fucking do! We can't go back empty-handed.

M:We'll have to. She has to know.

L:So your solution is to go back and what...? Tell her they refused to help? Yeah, that's ought to turn great in our favor

F:If you'd all be kind enough to sit down and shut up! Listen...

R:Anything so far?

F: Nothing more than the Dark Ones refusing to help us...

R:Come back!

M:As if she didn't know already...She just wanted to take her frustration out on somebody

L:Keep your tongue behind your teeth, love. Or I'll pluck it out myself.

B:Enough, all of you! Mala, go! Get the others. We're going back.

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #hotd fanfic #hotd #black magic #gameogthronesfanfic #gameofthrones #multiple chapters #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #larys strong #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower

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thomasicism · 13 days

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"Oh I suppose you like unpredictable people. I am not surprised though livin' with Rafayel, you must have gotten used to his unpredictable character. So, now that you have gotten used to it, you want more such people in your life. I am happy to know that I was bringing something new to your life by my presence."

"You don't have to be sorry for being messy. If anything, I enjoyed looking up at you being messy. Also, I wouldn't mind cleaning up any of your mess."I said suggestively with a sly smile.

He's so adorable. I want to bite him . I thought

Opps did I say it out loud. Sorry sometimes the words can't seem to be kept in mind so they resurface on your tongue. In my case, it was you.

Thomas. My mind is just like art, the more you will search the more you will find traces of you in it. So, if I may, the only thing on my mind for the last one year has been you and only you. Did I surprise you? Does it scare you? Or perhaps does it excite you that someone was admiring you from afar for a year. I wonder what that is - 🌷

He takes another sip of his coffee, and then laughs.

Slow down, Miss! You have so many thoughts of me... I'm most flattered that you think of me so highly, though I'll admit it's a little amusing seeing the extent they go to.

Hmm... I'm surprised, that's for sure, and— Honored, almost. I see that you've held affection for me for quite some time.

And, with regards to Rafayel... Ha. Maybe you're right. I suppose I've grown used to it; I won't deny that the both of you make things a little less... repetitive.

#ꨄ thomas | ic #ꨄ thomas | inbox #ꨄ thomas | narration #🌷 | story unfolding

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othellovonryan-1000 · 1 year

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TW for description of a sensory meltdown

Ok I've been having a very hard day, and I'd like to talk about it, because I think things like this should be talked about

I was woken up bright and early today with the gong by my father, cause it's ✨eAsTeR✨ and my little brother must be appeased with an easter egg hunt. So immediately my day started with a very loud and offsetting noise, and my brother running around yelling, which I think is in big part why the rest of the day went the way it did.

My friend came over for breakfast this morning, which was great, I always enjoy when she comes over and I was happy to provide her with a nice breakfast on a day she typically wouldn't. But she's also very unpredictable, and kind of loud, and my family is loud, and my little brother likes to cling to my friends, so he was constantly around us, and when I tried to get myself to calm down with a fun game with my friend, my controller started lagging uncontrollably, and I just absolutely fucking lost it.

There were a lot of things that led up to this. The house being cold from all the doors being open, the bright lights, all the yelling, my clothes being uncomfortable.

And I started yelling and I threw my controller and it almost broke, and I kept hitting myself and the table and couch next to me, so much that my brother seemed scared to come near me. But I couldn't think rationally, and I was just.. incredibly out of it. Then my father calls me into the next room after I've calmed down just slightly, and he tells me to do something else because this was making me so upset.

However, I was unable to think of anything else I wanted to do, therefore I went right back to playing the game with my friend.

This however led to, more or less, a repeat.

Eventually I got it through my head that I could just play my game by myself without it being on the TV making the controllers lag, and I managed to come down a little bit, because I was doing the thing I enjoyed without the frustration.

However, many of the other sensory factors were still present, such as the noise and light.

I managed to get through most of the day with very few incidents after that, but I have just been excused from dinner by my parents because I was acting.. less than table appropriete.

And I recognize that, I was acting angry and rude.

But I didn't have my music because it's not allowed at the dinner table, I didn't have my comfort item because hats aren't allowed at the dinner table, my brother was in my face talking to me, and the bird was screeching, crawling all over me, biting at my clothes, it was still loud, it was still bright, and I hadn't had any time in the day to calm down.

Today, to put it simply, sucked.

It was a really terrible sensory environment with very little room to breathe because all of my siblings and my friend were here the entire day, and I couldn't find a way to step away without seeming cold and mean. (Looking back now, I could have just explained the situation, but it's hard to think when your senses are attacking you from every angle)

This is an example of what a sensory meltdown can look for me. Today was not only rough for me and my friends and family, but it was absolutely exhausting as well, because I am used to sensory meltdowns being 1-2 hours or less.

This is the first time one has lasted an entire day in over a year.

It wasn't super intense throughout the entire day, but it was always there.

I'm feeling better now because I am in my room with the lights off, close to no sound, my weighted blanket, hat, and comfort stuffy, and I feel as if I might be able to come downstairs in a few minutes because I have been given space to breathe.

If you're a neurotypical person seeing this, know that I am very embarrassed by my behavior. I'm embarrassed, and ashamed, and I wish with every part of me that I didn't have outbursts like this. It hurts me, it hurts my surroundings, and it's very taxing for every single person involved. But it's especially taxing for me, and that's why I wanted to talk about this.

As tiring for you it may be, or however embarrassed you might be, think about how I feel. I feel out of control of my own body and emotions, I feel overwhelmed, I feel embarrassed, I feel anxious, I feel scared.

Most of the time, I don't even realize that I'm overstimulated! All this stuff I'm saying was realized in retrospect.

So please, just try to take a little time out of your day to make life less of a sensory hell. It doesn't have to be the full 9 yards, just.. if you see someone struggling, maybe try to take the time to turn off any lights that don't need to be on, find a way to offer a relief from sound (whether that be earplugs, headphones, whatever), just.. try to be kind.

Stay lovely <3

#actually autistic #actually autism #being autistic #my autism #autism

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howlingday · 2 years

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Arcwitch, Jaune must confess when he got into a relationship with Glynda he invisioned her more forward and leading whether it was in private covers or out on a date however if anything she was willing to let him do so for the most part which made her...cute. Unfortunately Glynda doesnt want to be seen as such so she shows him how forward ahe can be without even having to touch him...

Jaune sat comfortably with his girlfriend, Glynda, on the couch as they watched a movie. Girlfriend. It still surprised him that he could say that about himself. He has a girlfriend. An intelligent, beautiful, amazing, sexy, fantastic girlfriend who actually liked him!

She sat next to him and laid her head against his shoulder, his arm resting on hers. It felt nice to be held like this. Maybe not held, but certainly this close with no intimate undertones. Though if the night led to that point, then who were they to complain?

The movie they were watching was a rom-com, something she admitted to being a guilty pleasure. This one, in particular, was about an arguing couple switching personalities. The soft-spoken man was agressive and boisterous, and the hard-nosed business woman was a shy and nervous wreck. Only when the two share true love's kiss, yadda yadda yadda.

They were watching a scene where the business woman was giving a speech, tripping over every third word, and kept mispronouncing beaut as butt. Jaune rolled his eyes. Glynda didn't say anything.

"If she isn't fired, I'll be surprised." Jaune whispered.

"She's just having an off day." Glynda replied. "You can't blame her for stumbling in a meeting."

"After seeing her give a perfect speech in the beginning, yeah, I think I can."

"Oh, hush."

Jaune felt a slight discomfort in his body. He had to go to the bathroom. "Hey, uh, I'll be right back."

"Okay, I'll see you when you get back." Jaune left, and Glynda continued to watch. The businesswoman, as she thought, was written off as having a bad day. When she explained to her best friend (who was uncomfortably heavily stereotyped as gay), he explained that it was natural for people to hide their true selves, but the true self had to come out at some point.

This gave Glynda something to think about. Since they started dating, Glynda had been showing Jaune only her softer side. He made the decisions of where to go, what they were doing, and even when they their next date was. It was nice to be the passenger of this relationship.

When she first met Jaune, he was her student in high school. There was nothing romantic, and she even remembered him confessing he was terrified of her in school. Then, two years after graduation, they met again and started dating. He enjoyed seeing her softer side and so decided to indulge him.

But Glynda Goodwitch, up until she met dated Jaune, was a hard woman. Until proven otherwise, her word was law. She was the dominant, the alpha, the be all end all of everything. Jaune had enjoyed driving them, but it was time for her to take the wheel.

"Hey, cutie!" She looked up to see Jaune leaning against the wall, looking at her. He looked confident. "What you thinkin' 'bout?"

"Jaune, can we talk?" Jaune immediately straightened, his confidence blown away by fear. "It's nothing serious, just a thought I had."

"Uh, okay, sure." He walked over quickly and sat down. "Is everything okay, Glyn?"

She started this conversation because she wanted to drive their relationship. That meant starting the car and driving. With a calming breath, she spoke.

"I was watching this movie, and it got me thinking. I've been letting you decide everything- which isn't a bad thing!" She quickly clarified. "And I was considering giving you a break, and letting me decide everything." She gulped. She knew he would agree, but there was always that human error of fearing the unknown and unpredictable outcomes.

"Yeah, sure." Jaune smiled. "I don't mind letting you decide from now on. Besides, I'm pretty sure you have enough experience bossing me around when you weren't so cute."

"Excuse me?" Glynda playfully balked. "I'll have you know I was still as adorable then as I am now!"

"I know you were." Jaune leaned in and kissed her. "But you're much cuter now." Another kiss. "Especially when you aren't scolding me to stay awake."

"It isn't my fault." Glynda leaned back, as Jaune hovered over her. "You fell asleep almost every day. Up late with those girls who followed you around."

Jaune stopped, pulling away and cocking his head to the side. "Girls? Wait, you mean Ruby and Yang and them?"

"Yes." Glynda huffed, jealousy tinging her cheeks. "You must have been quite popular with your late night rendezvous."

"Wait, you're saying I slept with them?"

"Didn't you?"

Jaune let out an uproarious laugh. "No! I didn't lose my virginity 'til-!" He clamped his mouth shut.

"Until? Until what?" The gears turned until she realized. She covered her mouth. "Me? Was I...?" Jaune nodded, making her blush. "I... I had no idea. So, when you said you didn't have much practice?"

"I don't think a hand counts as practice now." Jaune shrugged. "But I did good, though, right?"

"Are you really fishing for compliments?" She asked with a deadpan expression. He nodded, making her sigh. "You were... adequate the first time."

"And the last time?"

"It was fine." She said, looking away.

"What about this time?" She looked to him, and he had an adorable, pouty face. He looked like a puppy.

"I suppose we'll find out." She said. She held up a hand. "But! I am taking the lead, so you will do as I say. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Glynda grimaced at the response.

He didn't call her that since he was still her student. Their age difference was already wide enough at 11 years. Him calling her ma'am just made it feel... icky.

"Call me Glynda."

"Yes, Glynda." He said.

"Good." She removed her glasses. "Now, kiss me."

Jaune nodded and leaned closer. He pressed his lips to hers, making slight movements to open her mouth. But her jaw remained clamped shut. She pulled away, and Jaune followed. With a huff, she juked her body to the side, making him fall.

"I will decide when to open my mouth." She glared at him. He gulped as he remembered that icy look. Glynda left early tonight, and sent Ms. Goodwitch in her place. "Now sit up straight."

Jaune obeyed without question, his body had straightened until he was stiff as a board. Glynda walked in front of him, then held his chin. He didn't move, and his eyes were trained forward.

"Good boy." She cooed, sending a tingle up Jaune's body. Her hand glided up, through his hair, and to the other side, kissing his cheek with her finger. "Look at me." He looked up. "Let's try this again." She knelt down to eye level with him. "Kiss me."

Jaune leaned forward again, but this time, held his press against her lips. She smiled. She counted down from ten in her head. Patience was a virtue she felt was easy to teach, if given the right incentive.

Three... two... one. She parted her lips, and surprisingly, he didn't dive in. Excellent. He was learning.

She placed her hands on his checks, holding him as she moved up. He followed her, but at her full height, he remained crouched. He was such a good boy. And good boys get treats when they've earned it.

But he didn't earn it yet. Pulling away, she caught her breath. She suddenly felt an energy overcome her. She shuddered, feelings his lips tingle over hers. She wanted more; craved more!

But she was in control, and she needed to stay that way. This included controlling herself. With a breath, she made her decision.

"It's getting late." She cleared her throat. "Would you like a ride home?"

"Uh, no, I'm, uh," Jaune sounded flustered, as if the power he gave her left him vulnerable, "I'll be fine walking home. Good night, Glyn."

"Good night, Jaune." They kissed again, a more chaste, parting good-bye kiss than the earlier controlling engagement. As he left, Glynda immediately went to her bathroom for a cold shower.

Patience is a virtue, and the wait is almost always worth it. As she stepped into the shower, feeling the icy water blast onto her skin, she understood the almost caveat of her statement.

Glynda Goodwitch is in charge, both of her lover, Jaune, as well as her own desires. It was going to be a long... everything.

#rwby #arcwitch #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #my answer

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allieebobo · 2 years

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Hellooo hope you're doing well!!!

ct:os got me watching a lot of tennis clips even though I had absolutely zero interest before which just goes to show how amazing of a writer you are 🥰

So I know a lot of athletes are like superstitious, so I was wondering whether our teammates + Sam have certain superstitious things that they do or anything like that, or maybe what are their pre-game "rituals" if any. If they dont have any, how would they prepare themselves before a big match?

Lots of love to ya! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Aww thank you!! Hope you're doing well too! I'm so tickled that you're watching tennis clips because of CT:OS! Lots of love right back at you :))) ❤❤❤

This is a great question! I've always found Rafael Nadal's tic of drinking from each of his two bottles really cute, so that's what inspired Rayyan's superstition. Thanks for the ask :)

Rayyan

Deathly serious about their pre-match rituals. Anyone who interrupts their very specific set of warm-ups and stretches will instantly regret ever having been born.

They have a 'lucky pair of laces' that they transfer from shoe to shoe. Rumour has it that they've had it since they won the National Championships in junior year of high school(...) and have just kept it ever since.

They carefully pack exactly 2 Carman's muesli bars (fruit & nut, honey & cinnamon), and eat one bite from each bar during each break.

There's something immensely reassuring to them about the structure and symmetry, as though everything is in the right place and is being done at the right time.

Tobin

Quite chill and laid-back about pre-match rituals, believing that what's done is done, and there's no point sweating it now.

But they do make sure to do two things:

First, they visualise themselves playing the best shots in their arsenal ("hey, it's proven science") and second, they put on their headphones and play Queen's Don't Stop Me Now on loop in the locker room on full blast before heading out.

Sam

Perhaps the most haphazard of the three when it comes to "superstitions" and "rituals". Even before a big match, you could probably catch them still chatting someone up by the sidelines, in the locker rooms, or joking around with their teammates.

Sam finds little comfort in structure, routine and tradition. To them, tennis is exciting precisely because every match is different and novel, unfolding in completely unpredictable ways.

As far as superstitions go, Sam wears the maroon wristband that MC bought them many years ago, when they'd both made the high school team in their freshman year.

#ct:os #college tennis: origin story #asks #rayyan #sam #tobin

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Even if Hailey's marriage were to end, to me, it would make sense for her to want a fresh start and leave. Chicago has been a place filled with bad memories from her childhood but also from her time as a cop. And being part of Intelligence has also caused a lot of pain and suffering.

Like if I were Hailey, I would want a fresh start from all the pain and mistakes. If Jay were never to come back and they ended their marriage, would she be able to come to work every day and sit across the desk where she made so many good memories with Jay?

And from what we have seen, Hailey is so determined to be a better version of herself. After the Roy incident, she has tried her hardest to stay on the right path, but working with Voight makes that difficult (As we saw in 10x16). How can Hailey move on if every day at Intelliegence, she is constantly reminded of her past mistakes and trauma?

I agree, to an extent. I think that there are a handful of ways they could write her out without necessarily destroying the character. As it stands right now, a decision by her has probably been made. I don't really know how the writer's pace and make decisions from when they write an episode to when they film to when it airs. What I mean is by the time she maybe has made her decision to leave let's say, I think the episodes would have more or less been written so it may lead to a situation similar to Jesse where she may come back for a handful of episodes just to wrap the story up. Or, they could have had enough foresight and knowledge of what was going to happen, and can wrap it up by the finale.

I NEED Hailey to be paired with others more often, but I know that in episode 21 she's with Voight a bit... And seemingly again in some of 22.

I constantly come back to the conversation that Hailey had with Voight in season 8... Where they talk about the job (when he finds out that Jay and Hailey are together). Hailey tells him "I don't want to mess up the best job I've ever had, the most steady thing I've had in my life the last four years. This job is intense and unpredictable. That's what I love about it. That's what makes me feel..." And Voight finishes and says, "Safe?" To which she replies, "Yeah."

I think the Hailey that we saw in the beginning stages of their relationship to the Hailey we have now are completely different. I think she still views her job in a similar light, that it keeps her safe, but I think the time and distance away from her husband - who I'd argue that Jay is the one thing that made Intelligence feel safe for her, he's the comfort piece that kept her grounded during all those four years... He was her steadfast constant grounding factor. I think by him leaving, she's learned that the hard way and what she thought she wanted for herself isn't really what she thought she wanted. I think she just wants her husband home.

I think if she does stay - it's not going to be the answer for Upstead, at least for now. I don't know with the rate that they have been going, if they'll keep it up. I could see them ending things for now, and then whenever she does decide to go, bringing him back and having them ride off into the sunset. Not to say they won't leave them married, it could still very well happen but just with the current choices they have made, I don't see how they can keep a marriage together when one half is not communicating, at all.

If I were Tracy I could see this trauma getting old, having to constantly take the character to a very dark place with almost no end in sight... I get that it's the genre of the show, but it really doesn't have to be like this for her all the time.

There's so much that could have been done better in season ten, and I know the writers have the talent and the capacity to do it.... It makes me wonder where their head is at.

#Ask Waffs

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onlyoneofyouu · 7 months

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the plan was to write a fun and light-hearted review but i guess that's not in the cards for me today ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here's a bunch of feelings instead!

(no lore, literally just a lil rambling. feel free to ignore ofc - i'll probably post some unhinged reviewy thoughts later anyway :)

soooo... since this morning I've been trying to write a fangirling review full of memes for the name chapter: freefall like i've done before for other albums or their previews. you know, to have fun and scream about how good they sound or that line that made me go feral! and i do have something for a couple songs that i'll probably post later, but overall i kept failing because honestly that's not what feels right right now.

apart from back for more and do it like that (that are like an ass shaking break from dehydrating yay), i honestly sobbed my ass out with this album and i'm on the verge of doing it again as i'm writing this and listening to it.

the aspect that affected me the most was the lyrics and the way they delivered them. you can hear and tell how much txt grew musically. their vocals are really really great in every track, their styles more defined, and their overall group color too. they got back to the genres that fits them best (i think) - rock and disco -, experimented new ones - 80's new wave -, and something in between - rnb with dreamer that literally devastated destroyed demolished me btw, in more ways than one. when txt said in interviews and at the comeback showcase too that they keep trying to deliver relatable lyrics about their own struggles and feelings as well as their peers and the young, they weren't joking or overestimating themselves, they really are.

this album feels very personal to me. txt's songs always did, but with this i think we reached a new peak. i connected to it heart and soul.

personally, probably the one thing i love most about txt is how we share being in our twenties at the same time and how, despite different ethnicities, backgrounds, experiences etc, we are connected by our feelings and are able to sympathise with eachother and help eachother out, like, ahh... it just warms my heart. their music feels so close to me and that's honestly what any musician needs for them to become my favourite. once i connect on a deep level with their music that's literally all it takes.

I haven't opened up about this on tumblr before, but i've been pretty depressed this year. that's also part of the reason why i haven't been that active, together with being busy with uni stuff. i did had good days, i've been hanging in there, trying to focus on the good things in my life, but overall it's been hard, and i'm trying my best to get better soon because it's been tiring. i get so angry at myself because i have so many things in my life to be happy and grateful for, but i still get anxious and i'm still unsatisfied. i've been so frustrated about where i am in life, all the things i expected to be different by now, that i want to change but still can't, i've grown beyond impatient.

so, today, this album felt like the kind of understanding hug i've been looking for this year. growing pains is probably going to become what can't you see me was for me during the pandemic - an outlet to vent my anger and frustrations. chasing that feeling is going to be what take me home by ateez also is for me - my reminder to keep chasing what feels like home despite the hardships. dreamer is literally me condensed into a song (!?). deep down is there to remind me that even if my peculiarities can feel like a burden they're part of my identity and they shouldn't feel like it. happily ever after says it's okay even if things didn't go as i planned them, to embrace my failures and keep going even if life it's not a fairytale and it's unpredictable. i'll find my way. skipping stones feels like reading one of my journal entries where i write to my past and future self. and blue spring, a promise, has been here for me everyday since i heard it at the concert. with this album i didn't feel alone anymore, i felt that company and reassurance in a way i struggled to find until now, and i'm deeply grateful to txt for that 🤍

#jothingz

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Can't recall where I first read it but, does it seem weird to you a Sega rep would say they're targeting high review scores with Frontiers? Like... shouldn't that be the default mindset?

Not entirely. I've talked about it before, but even as review scores continued to slip, Sonic still remained one of Sega's top-selling franchises. It created a very strange disconnect where it seemed like the mainstream hated Sonic games and yet Sega still kept making them.

And it's because Sega had a financial incentive to keep feeding the very, extremely dedicated audience that loved them.

That had so many bizarre side effects. It lead to a whole generation of Sonic fans who were inherently distrustful of anything outside of the Sonic community, because anyone who wasn't in the community often acted like an enemy. And how do you think it felt for Sega, who had to figure out what to do about a "bad franchise" that still sold immeasurably well? Does that mean you make bad games on purpose? In this context, what does bad even mean?

You almost can't blame them for games like Sonic Lost World. How do you shoot for a goal when the traditional rules of what a goal looks and functions like don't apply anymore? You're flying blind.

As Sonic fans we can say "Oh well here's where you went wrong" but that's because we're the ones buying these "bad" games. We know what we want, but from the traditional structure of game development, what we want apparently leads to deeply negative critical reception from everyone outside the cult.

So which direction is up? Do you risk burning your most dedicated audience and chase what everybody on the outside wants? Or do you keep replaying your greatest hits to the fans in the front row seats?

Speaking with people in the know, it may not surprise you to learn that sales for Sonic games have slowly fallen off over the last 10 or 15 years. It's been a long time since the days of Sonic 06 inexplicably selling multiple millions of copies. I'm sure Sonic is still a top ten franchise for Sega, but things aren't what they used to be.

It's possible we're in a generational gap right now. The Sonic fans who grew up on Sonic Adventure and Sonic 06 are getting old enough that they aren't quite as fervent anymore, and the new generation that is coming up through Sonic Forces isn't latching on to it in quite the same way.

Ergo, for Sega, they are finally presented with a clear answer: it's time to see if traditionally successful ideas will stick to Sonic now. It's time to chase the mainstream. To open Sonic up to more than just the incredibly insular, unpredictable fandom.

And the timing is right. There are more people than ever out there proclaiming their love for Sonic's rocky transition to 3D. You find Sonic fans in the weirdest places who are loud and proud. Even if sales aren't what they used to be, there seems to be a wider acceptance for what people liked about them.

Now is the time you target mainstream critical response and hope to build a new branch of the franchise that will introduce a new generation.

#questions #melcodriggs #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #sonic frontiers

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“Even though you were gone…”

Words: 2.4K

Pairing: Five x reader

Summery: Five and Y/N both return to the academy in a unexpected turn of events

Warnings: swearing

First story hope you enjoy 😊

P.S THIS IS AN OLD STORY FROM MY WATTPAD BEFORE VANYA BECAME VICTOR. THIS STORY TAKES PLACE DURING SEASON 1 SO PLS DONT COME AT ME FOR SAYING VANYA

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(Y/N/N) = your nickname

Y/N's POV

~~~Flashback to the day Five disappeared~~~

"Hey, Five whatcha up to?" I ask Five, leaning against his door frame.

"Trying to figure out how to time travel." He says looking at his notes on his desk.

"Let me guess, you're going to ask father to try to time travel and when you get shut down on that idea, your gonna run away?"

"Yup"

"Ok, and I'll be ready to go with you."

He gets up from his desk and stands in front of me.

"No, Eight. Your gonna stay here. I care about you so much to not let you leave. Your too dangerous to be out of the world, and you know that." He says in a harsh tone.

He's right. My power was to control fire and, even though Luther whose number one and had super strength, I was the strongest, and even with that as a fact I never left the house as per father's orders.

"And I care about you enough to not let you go alone, Five."

I will admit, I do have feelings for Five that a sister shouldn't have for her brother.

Soon after, we hear the dinner bell ring. Five shoves past me and heads downstairs. Before I go down I go to my room and grab a credit card and a piece of paper with the name of my biological mother and where she lives, and shove it into my pocket.

Once I'm downstairs, I stand behind my chairs like my brothers and sisters, next to Luther witch Allison hates. Father comes in and tells us to sit and we start to eat supper.

Five stabs the table with his knife. "I have a question."He says

"Knowledge is an admirable goal but you know the rules, No talking during meal times. You're interrupting Herr Carlson." Father says.

"I want to time travel."

"No"

"But I am ready, I've been practicing my special jumps just like you said." Five days right before he spatial jumps right next to his father. "See."

" A special jump is trivial when compared to the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, The other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing water, and reappearing as an acorn."

"Well, I don't get it."

"Hence the reason you're not ready," Father says

Vanya and I stare at him, Vanya shaking her head no.

"I'm not afraid."

"Fear isn't the issue. The effects that it might have on your body, even your mind, are too far unpredictable. Now, I forbid to talk about this anymore." Father says. Seconds after, Five runs off, then I get up and follow him.

"Number Five! Number Eight!" Father yells but we do nothing. As I reach the outside, I can't see Five. So kept running to get as far from the academy as possible.

That was the day, The Umbrella Academy lost two of its members. I never returned home after that, I ran to find my biological mom and when I did find her she took me in.

~~~ End of flashback~~~

The news of "father's" death just broke the news a few days ago and for the first time in almost 17 years, I'm gonna go "home".

I stand outside the front door, contemplating if I should go in. I take a leap of faith and head into my old home.

As I get in and start to look around, noticing that nothing changed.

I head into the living room and above the fireplace was a picture of a young Five, leaning on his side sporting his signature resting bitch face, and me sitting in front of him holding my signature (whatever your signature thing is).

I will admit, I've missed all of my siblings but I missed Five the most.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing here." I turn around to see a Hispanic man with scars on the side of his face and on his eyebrow. Diego.

"Hey Diego, long time no see," I say

"How do you my name?"

"It's me, little Eight, you guys called me 'Rose', who disappeared 17 years ago."

"Bullshit my SISTER disappeared with my brother and if you are eight, tell me something that only she would know."

"Well," I start as I take off my jacket and throw it onto the nearby coach.

"When we were ten, you put me on a giant dart board, and through knives around me but one nicked me," I lift my right arm and pull down my sleeve to show a scar right by my armpit.

"Right here, then you felt so bad to the point that you gave yourself the same scar," I say pointing to the scar.

"Holy shit." He says before giving me a big hug.

"Diego, do you got yourself a new girlfriend?" Diego and I let go of our hug and turn around to see a huge man; most likely Luther, an African-American woman with A bit of bleach in her hair; Allison, and a short woman with brown hair that was tied back; Vanya.

"It's Rose, she can prove it, go on prove it."

"Well, actually I go by Y/N now because I never liked that name. (sorry if that is your name) Also, Vanya had a small thing for Diego when we were nine but it lasted a month; Allison hated that I sat next to Luther during meals and Luther asked me three times when we were 13, before Five and I disappeared, to flirt with him during meals to make Allison jealous." I say with a smile on my face.

They stand in shock and disbelief at the thought of me being home. Soon after, I feel someone hug me from behind, Klaus. "Hi, Y/N/N." Klaus was the only one of my siblings that I kept in contact with after I found out that Ben died. I reconnected with in during my time in rehab.

"Hey Klaus, how was rehab?"I say noticing the medical bracelet around his wrist.

"It was alright, a lot of familiar faces. How are you doing with your alcohol problem?"

"Better now that I got help," I reply

We all sit down, being quiet as mice.

"Umm, I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favourite spot." Luther speaks up.

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asks

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther states.

"Will there be any refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Klaus asks with a drink and smoke in his hands.

"As long there isn't any alcohol, I'm down for that, "I say trying to keep myself clean, unlike my brother.

"What? No. And put that out. You know dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Is that my skirt?" Allison asks

"What? Oh, yeah this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits." Klaus says. I giggle at the comment.

"Listen up. There are still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego says finally speaking up.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go," Diego says to himself out loud.

" I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack?" Vanya asks

"Yeah, according to the corner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?" Allison questions. At this point I'm questioning Luther's sanity, I think the moon messed him up.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to dad, he sounded strange."

"Oh, quelle surprise." Klaus says while gurgling.

"Maybe he finally found a heart and felt guilty for torturing his children, driving two away and blaming the other super-powered ones for killing their brother, even though they didn't kill him," I said gaining a giggle from Diego and Klaus.

Allison gives us an eye roll and says, "Strange how?."

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful on who to trust.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man, who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," Diego says standing up and walking slowly towards Luther.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen. Look, I know you don't like to do it but I need you to talk to dad." Luther says staring at Diego and then turning to Klaus. Allison scoffs knowing that Klaus was high as a kite.

"I can't just call dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call.'"

"Since when, it's your thing?"

"I'm not in the right... frame of mind."

"Your high?" Allison asks.

"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?" Klaus says laughing.

"Well sober up this is important."

"You think Klaus can sober up? He can be sober long enough for him to be cleared from rehab and then get right back onto drugs." I say glaring at Luther.

He shoots an eye roll at me then continues "Anyways. Then there's the issue of the missing monocle."

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego asks.

"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him, someone with a grudge."

"Where are you getting with this?" Klaus and I say In unison.

"Oh, isn't it obvious? He thinks one of us killed dad."

"Oh, you jackass," I yell standing up and turning my fists into balls of fire. We all stare at Luther.

"You do?!" Says Klaus.

"How could you think that?" Vanya asks.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego says starting to walk out of the room.

"That's not what I'm saying."

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."

"I've not finished."

"Sorry, I'm just gonna go, murder mom. Be right back."

"That's not what I was saying. I didn't- ugh."

Vanya and Klaus walk out of the room.

"You know what Luther, I used to respect you, but now all I wanna do is slap you," I say to Luther's face, before stopping my fire fists and exiting the room and going to my old room.

When I get to the hallway that contained our bedrooms I see the doors to Fives and mine bedroom doors closed for what seemed like forever.

~~ flashback to 17 years ago~~

My brothers and Allison just stopped a bank robbery, Vanya and I didn't go because she didn't have powers and mine were too dangerous for this mission. But now, Allison, the boys, dad and I were standing outside the bank.

"Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy." Father says before being bombarded with reporters yelling.

"Mr. Hargreaves! Channel 9 news. What happened to their parents."

"They were suitably compensated."

"Are you worried for the welfare of the children?."

"Of course. As I am for the fate of the world." Father says.

~~End of flashback~~

I go into Fives room and look around, it was the same as when we left. I turn around and exit the room, closing the door behind me.

My room had metal screwed onto the walls so if I ever went crazy with my powers I wouldn't burn down the house.

My room looks like Fives but with different bedding, and curtains and my stuff was in different spots (use your imagination to make it however you want).

Soon after I hear music playing. I think we're alone now by Tiffany. That was always everyone's go-to dancing song.

I close my bedroom door. Then, slowly, start dancing to the song before going crazy dancing

About halfway through the song, the music stops and a bright blue light shines from outside my window. I run out of my room and downstairs to meet up with my siblings.

We head out to the courtyard and see a big blue portal in front of us.

"What is it?" Vanya yells.

"Don't get too close!" Allison yells.

"Yea, no shit." Says Diego.

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or miniature black hole. One of the two." Luther yells.

"There's a big difference, Paul Bunyan."

"Out of the way!" Klaus yells, running with a fire extinguisher to the portal. Trying to extinguish it then throwing it at the portal.

"What is that gonna do?" Allison asks.

"I don't know. Do you have a better idea?" Klaus says

"Get behind us." Diego and Luther say, pushing everyone behind them.

"Not happening, I'm stronger than both of you now I'm gonna touch it to see what happens," I say, pushing past them and walking up to the portal. A wave comes off the portal and hits me in the chest, causing me to knock out.

~~time skip brought to you by Eliot Page and him being brave enough to come out to all of his fans and we staning our trans king~~

I slowly wake with blurry eyes, my clothes baggier than normal.

"Good morning." A figure says from my bedside. My eyes regain focus and realize it's Five, the same as when he left.

"Five? Is it you?" I ask sitting up.

"Yea, I'm home and I need your help."

"Whatever you need. I'm here."

"There's an apocalypse coming in eight days and I don't know how to stop it."

"Damn. Ok and I'll help you and you're not pushing me away."

"I don't plan on pushing you away." Five says giving me one of his rare smiles. "Now, I brought you a change of clothes, of course, one of your old uniforms, and I'll go and wait for you to change."

I look down and realize that I'm 13 again. "Well shit, it seems that were both 13 again, fun," I say sarcastically

"Yea. I'm gonna go." He says giving a small chuckle, a thing he only did around me, and gets up and starts to walk out.

"Hey, Five? I just wanted to say when we were kids, I did have a thing for you and even though you were gone, I never had dated anyone and didn't plan on it; I couldn't ever get over you, so I was wondering, if we stop this apocalypse that is coming, do you think you would ever want to go out with me?" I ask.

"I would love to Y/N."

Let's just say I've never been so in love before.

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #aiden gallagher #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #victor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves

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silentsundown · 1 year

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...

"So it's like an alien plant of sorts?"

"Yeah, looks like it. If that Erwin guy is right, then we're facing a potentially dangerous situation that's not just on us, but on the whole town, and possibly even the region. We never know how alien lifeforms can react to our Earth. They're from a whole other world. It's just so unpredictable."

"Man, what the hell did we get into..." Dylan sighed. "I had a shitty feeling about the move, you know, but I didn't know whether it was an intuition or just that I'm always stressed by moving. Of course, Jess told me to relax and that I was being pessimistic. That it'd be okay. I'm not sure now."

"To be honest, I still find the town cute, but... I've got some mixed feelings now."

"I get it, yeah", replied Dylan. "This is just... surreal. Sounds like a sci-fi novel, an anime or a video game. Not the kind of stuff you'd find happening right in front of you."

"I wonder what's the real purpose behind all of this, though. I'm not sure I buy into the mind control theory, but if that mysterious ailment is indeed caused by the plants and a mind control thing... perhaps it's to make us fight a secret war, I don't know. I was never much of a conspiracy theorist. I like them, sure, but I think it veers into schizo territory a bit too often. Perhaps it's because they're painted like this in the media, I don't know."

"Well, to be honest, they're often outlandish, but I can't deny they can turn out to be true as well. No one can deny we walked on the Moon or that the Earth isn't flat, but... we've got aliens here for real, and it was a conspiracy theory until we actually saw aliens taking off their human disguise, and recorded evidence of abductions. Actual aliens. We have cowplants and killer bunnies and those were just urban legends at first. Sometimes they do turn out to be true. Now, what would the powers that be gain from that... I'm not enough into politics or whatever to really decide."

"Has Christie messed with the plants?"

"No, thankfully. She understood I didn't want her to touch them. Jess however, I can see her trying to poke at them with a stick. I think it's only a matter of time before I'll have to call an ambulance or a hearse."

Talking about his wife, Dylan's gaze suddenly became darker. Aiganym leaned in closer to him.

"Is your marriage..."

"Well, it's not really ideal. Hasn't been for a while, but in the past couple of years, it just kept getting worse."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"In a nutshell, ten years ago, Jessica was a really fun person to be around. A real ball of light and joy. Also a really great girlfriend. I mean, you've seen her... the original peppy villager, if you will. She was a breath of fresh air for me. I never really knew joy in my life growing up, and for the first time, I felt I could truly be happy and let loose. We got married within the first year. But the years passed, and what made me fall in love with her at first became really grating. I've matured in those ten years, even if I spent most of my days at home and left my job so Christie wouldn't go from nanny to daycare every day. Jessica, on the other hand, continued to be social and work and hasn't, or barely, matured. I do love her still, but... am I still in love with her, I don't know. I don't even feel like having sex with her anymore. I can tell it's bothering her, and I suspect she slept with a couple people in the past without really having any proof, but everything about her now just turns me off. I'm already not much of a lovebunny in the first place, but now..."

He paused, then pursued:

"Also, well, I wouldn't say she's stupid, she isn't, but I couldn't have talked about her about the things I talk about with you. Conspiracy theories and all, or just video games or novels. I like fantasy and sci-fi, but she prefers more "mundane" topics in books. I just don't feel we are a match intellectually. It wasn't a problem at first, but that's another thing... two years in, not an issue, I still had my original friends back then. Ten years and two moves in, I wish I could have an actual discussion but I can't, and I lost touch with my friends."

"I feel you..."

"Yeah. The best thing is, she has the guts to tell me how to raise our kid when she's not even there most of the time, and was hardly around back during Christie's first couple years of life. I sometimes was afraid that our daughter would end up dead or injured because of just how irresponsible she was. Once, Christie fell down the stairs because Jessica thought "she could climb them down by herself". Hadn't I been there to catch her, she could've broken her neck. Of course, she loves Christie to death, but I feel she's more a best friend to her than a parent, and we frequently argue over this. But I'm sick of arguing. The good thing is, Christie is a smart kid, and was always one step ahead in terms of maturity. I think I did well raising her, at least. I don't trust Jessica with that. At all."

"I don't know what to tell you, honestly... I can't relate. Me and Beatrice generally have got along, even if we argue here and there about things. We've been married for four years, together for six, and what drew me to her never really got old for me. We also don't want children. We like them, but we both are very conscious of what it implies, and our relationship in itself is already a common project."

"You don't have to relate, really. I think I just needed to tell someone about this. Everytime I did, people said I was being overly dramatic, not to mention the ones who called me a sissy or a for staying at home while my wife works and not the other way around, so I stopped talking to anyone about this. "You should be grateful for such an amazing wife", they say. An amazing wife, sure... she's a great friend, a great talker, very charming, but perhaps not for me anymore. I'm a grown man now. I'm not a kid anymore."

"Have you tried going to couples therapy?"

"No. I don't know if that really helps anyway. Besides, I'm a bit afraid of therapists. So many of them are just plain incompetent and I've heard of abuse at their hands. I don't need that. I've already done so much to heal myself from my childhood, there's no way I want all of this hard work undone."

"Again, I feel you... just know that I won't judge you, alright? It's good that you go against these norms. That doesn't make you a sissy. If anything, we need more dads like you."

"Thanks, Aiganym... I mean it."

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