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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE, HIS SIDE STORY.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: suggestive, violence.

MINORS DNI.

Birthdays always come every year as long as I’m alive, even if I don't want to.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Albert: Happy birthday, Gil.

Mother: I'm glad you were able to age properly this year. I feel like I'm about to cry.

━━

Aristocrat: Happy birthday, Lord Gilbert.

Aristocrat: I hope you liked the surprise party I prepared for you.

(Stop….)

━━

Albert: Look, I got that academic book you wanted.

Albert: It's really amazing how you can understand such a difficult book, you're a genius. // You're really amazing to understand such a difficult book, you're a genius.

Mother: I made some new clothes.

Mother: I'm sure you'll grow out of it soon, so please let me make you a new outfit for your birthday.

━━

Aristocrat: Of course, we also have prepared many presents.

Aristocrat: All of us present here would like to offer our heartfelt blessings to His Highness——

(…Stop.)

━━

Albert: I'm sure Gil will grow up to be a good man every time he celebrates his birthday.

Mother: Hehe, look forward to it. But the most important thing is for you to live.

Mother: Happy birthday to you many, many times, Gil.

━━

Aristocrat for embezzlement: Congratulations.

Aristocrat for theft: Congratulations, Lord Gilbert.

Aristocrat for murder: My sincerest congratulations, Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: ——….Hehe, thank you. But I don't need that.

Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: I'm feeling sleepy today, so I'm heading back. Good night.

Gilbert: I'll see you on the execution site.

(Stop it…stop it, stop it.)

(I don't want those memories to be tarnished by the farce of those filthy aristocrats.)

━━

Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Lord Gilbert, please forgive me!

Gilbert: Hm, what? You don't want to die in an instant?

Gilbert: If that's the case, I'll execute you myself. I'm not used to handling a sword yet….

Gilbert: I'm sure it will take a while, unlike the Emperor, but that's okay, right?

Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Aa….aaAAAAAAHHH—!

Gilbert: Ahaha! What a shame. Everyone, take a good look.

Gilbert: This isn't someone else's business…yes?

(I don't need birthdays anymore.)

(It would be better for me to just disappear than be corrupted by those filthy aristocrats.)

(No one is allowed to celebrate my birthday.)

(Anyone who congratulates me will be killed without exception.)

(Roderich, Walter, all of them, without exception——)

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: Hey, hey, little rabbit. Do you know my birthday is almost close?

——One day when the snow started to fall, those words fell out of my mouth instinctively.

Emma: Huh, when is it!?

Gilbert: One week later.

Emma: Why didn't you tell me earlier!

Emma: What should I do…is it possible to prepare the ingredients for the cake now….

Gilbert: ….

(Why did I say that?)

(I thought I decided long ago not to let anyone celebrate my birthday.)

Emma: Is something wrong?

Gilbert: No, it's nothing.

(But I'm sure you….)

(….You wouldn't lie to me, would you?)

━━

Roderich: ——That was surprising.

On the way back to my room after my regular checkup, I found myself alone with Roderich and mumbled something.

Gilbert: Because I told her about my birthday?

Roderich: Yes. Me and the doctor are planning to celebrate….

Gilbert: No, I won't allow it.

Roderich: As expected.

Gilbert: Hehe, I thought I'd give the little rabbit a special chance.

Gilbert: I don't know how many more birthdays I will have. I thought it would be better not to have any regrets.

Roderich: It can be as many times as you want. Whether it's 10 years or 100 years.

Gilbert: I'm not immortal.

Gilbert: But, well, maybe I'm getting carried away this year. // But, maybe I'm just too excited this year.

Gilbert: ….I used to look forward to my birthday a lot, you know?

Gilbert: I wonder what kind of presents she will give me, and what kind of delicious food she’s preparing for me…..

Gilbert: When I'm with the little rabbit, I sometimes remember those feelings I had when I was a human.

Roderich: ….

Roderich, who was right beside me, had stopped walking.

When I approached him, his face which was hidden behind the hood remained downcast, and did not rise to look me in the eye.

Gilbert: Eh, I was just kidding. What are you crying about? That’s disgusting…..

Roderich: ….Even the doctor had teary eyes after your checkup.

Roderich: He said it’s been a while since he heard about your birthday at the obsidian castle….

Roderich: Lord Gilbert celebrated other people's birthdays, but was not happy to celebrate his own.

Gilbert: Ahaha, how honest, aren’t you? I don't know if the little rabbit will celebrate, after all the threats I’ve made.

Roderich: I wouldn't call that a threat.

Gilbert: Then what?

Roderich: It's just your way of saying that you’re looking forward to your birthday.

━━

(——I wonder if I'm that easy to understand.)

Until the day of my birthday, the little rabbit must have been in deep distress.

Her hands were shaking with nervousness as she baked the cake, and her expression was worrying.

Still, she ended up making a birthday cake for me.

It seems that even after hearing that someone was sent to the execution stand, her intentions did not change.

(I think she got the message that I was expecting her.)

Emma: ….This is just my speculation….

Emma: Lord Gilbert—— Gil, I don't think you want to celebrate your birthday.

Emma: You hate lies.

Emma: Because it was supposed to be a special and important day, you couldn't allow yourself to be defiled by corruption and deception.

Emma: …..That's what I thought.

Gilbert: Hehe…as expected of the little rabbit, who loves me so much.

(You’re spot on.)

(Honestly, I didn't think you could see through it that much, but I guess you can see into my heart.)

(…You are completely different from the rotten aristocrats.)

Gilbert: Are you really going to congratulate me?

Emma: Of course.

Gilbert: I've killed many people so far, and I might kill many more in the future.

Gilbert: I’ve sent someone to the execution stand after I celebrated my birthday before, and I'll do it again if anyone like that shows up in the future, you know?

Emma: …..

(…How cruel of me.)

I am by no means doubting Emma’s beautiful heart.

But after so many years of dealing with corruption and deceit, I am paranoid as a matter of habit.

It was also for self-defense, not wanting to be disappointed because I wanted a heartfelt celebration.

Emma: ….I see.

After a long silence, the little rabbit nodded.

Emma: Even if you have made the whole world your enemy, I will congratulate you.

Emma: I'm already a bad woman, so it's too late for that.

Emma: Please don't underestimate my love for you.

(….)

(…You're crying.)

Her eyes are slightly moist with determination, but she looks forward with dignity.

It was more beautiful than the memory of a birthday I once had, and it burned strongly in my mind.

Gilbert: ….Hehe, sorry. I was bullying you too much.

(I just want to be celebrated by you, but I don't feel safe unless I do this.)

(I'm so sorry, little rabbit.)

I stand in front of Emma and use my fingers to scoop up her tears that are about to fall.

(But I finally found someone to celebrate with.)

(I thought that once I fell into the beast, I would never be a part of it again….)

(…I feel like it's a kind of blessing that a great villain who killed a lot of people shouldn't enjoy…)

As I secretly close my aching heart, without warning, Emma puts her hand on my cheek and kisses me lightly.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: …I can't give you a cake right now, so here's an alternative gift for you.

(Really….I wonder how bare my heart is in front of you.)

Gilbert: That's a poor gift.

Emma: How about this?

The little rabbit puts her arms around my neck and takes a deeper kiss than before.

(…For a moment, I wondered if it was okay to be so happy despite being a big villain——)

(Well, if I’m the big villain, it's just enough for me to snatch away all the happiness that little rabbit gives me.)

(I never thought about it before…)

(Wouldn't it be nice to receive a little reward for living in a dirty world?)

My wavering heart hardened and I bit the little rabbit's lip.

When she froze in surprise, the first thing I did was pry her lips open with my fingers.

Making sure her tongue was out and I bit it to the extent that it didn't hurt, I placed my hand on Emma’s leg as she leaned on the table.

(Come to think of it, the little rabbit is wearing the outfit I made for her today.)

(…I'm sorry that you've been dyed by me.)

When I lifted the hem of her black dress and forced my fingers deep inside her, Emma’s face contorted in pain.

Emma: Gil…it hurts….

Gilbert: Yeah, on purpose.

Emma: Why….

Gilbert: Because you don't like pain, do you, little rabbit?

When I plunged her deep into the pit of her stomach with my fingers, her expression immediately turned lewd.

Gilbert: See, you looked like you were feeling good.

Gilbert: By the way, we’re in the kitchen. Are you going to stop me?

(I'm sure the little rabbit would resist more.)

The wet squelching sounds and her moans became more visible the moment I added two more fingers.

Emma: ….Just…for today….

Emma: No matter what Gil wants…if he wants to do it here, I’d take it all….

Gilbert: Because it's my birthday?

When I asked, the little rabbit brought my head close to her soft chest.

Emma: I do not…lie.

Emma: So...you can try it until you feel safe, Gil.

Emma: My celebration is from the bottom of my heart…my sincerest congratulations…

Emma: I will keep telling Gil, no matter how much it hurts, until he believes in me.

Gilbert: …..

Gilbert: Oh, no. I guess I've been found out.

(I feel like I can't hide anything in front of you.)

Emma: Gil is probably a lot easier to understand than I think.

Gilbert: I think those words can only be said because you are facing me head-on.

Gilbert: …It's really a pity that a troublesome man likes you so much.

(As long as you understand my intentions and wish me a happy birthday, I'll be fine.)

(I don't think I'll be betrayed by you.)

I stroked the little rabbit’s weak spot as a reward and to her response, she was trembling in pleasure.

(Birthdays are coming back again this year.)

(…Yeah. Maybe it’s not so bad.)

━━

Despite being bullied by the beast, the little rabbit somehow manages to finish the birthday cake and feed it to me.

The first birthday in a long time was filled with the warmth and tender feelings that had once been so natural to me.

Gilbert: Hehe…your heart is still beating, isn't it?

Emma: I can…hear your heartbeat too, Gil.

At the end of the celebration, we lie down on the bed, skin to skin, as if it were natural.

As I listened to the sound of the heartbeats coming from our chests,

The little rabbit placed her hand on my back and I felt a slight pain.

(Ah—…. I guess it's a scratch from when I held you earlier.)

The little rabbit’s face turned apologetic the moment she noticed my expression.

Emma: …I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.

Gilbert: I don’t mind. I like being hurt by you too.

Gilbert: You could have left bite marks as well as scratches.

When I run my fingers down her delicate arm, there are clear bite marks.

(Hehe, it must have hurt a lot. The little rabbit cried many times)

(You're crazy because you still love me.)

(….Well, I don't think any sane person could ever love me.)

Emma: It's hard to tell how much is too much or too little love Gil.

Gilbert: Then, let's learn it sometime soon. How about by next year's birthday?

Emma: I hope…you will let me celebrate again next year.

Gilbert: Who knows? It's up to you whether it’ll be your last or your first.

Gilbert: If you love me a lot, I might change my mind...okay?

Emma: ….

Gilbert: It’s just...my celebration this year wasn't unpleasant.

Gilbert: ….Thank you.

Emma: …..

(It's like I'm getting back one of my forgotten emotions.)

The more time I spend with the little rabbit, the more things I once let go of may gradually come back to me.

It is a frightening yet happy thing.

Emma: So…next time, how about we celebrate with Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter?

Emma: I'm sure both of them really want to congratulate you, Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: That’s not allowed.

(I'm sure those two want to celebrate my birthday….)

Gilbert: I don't need other people's congratulations. As long as I have yours, that's all that matters.

Gilbert: Because you're the only one I love.

When I said this clearly, the little rabbit looked embarrassed and shy.

(…You're so cute.)

Emma: Gil…I forgot to mention the most important thing.

Gilbert: Hm?

Emma: Happy birthday.

Emma: I'll give you lots of love…so please let me celebrate with you again next year.

(…So many reasons I can’t die like this.)

(I'm at a loss. But since it's a request from my beloved rabbit, I can't resist.)

Gilbert: Hehe, I understand. I'll let you celebrate as long as you are.

Gilbert: Keep loving the beast with your pure heart, just as you are…got it?

(So please. Don't you just disappear like those two.)

(As long as I'm alive, you have to make sure you celebrate my birthday every year…okay?)

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 17

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Harrison: That guy…

Harrison: He wants to erase his own existence from this world.

Harrison: … No.

Harrison: He’s already trying to.

(... Wh… what.)

(Erase his existence… that means…)

(Does that mean he’s going to die?)

Instantly, I thought I felt the ground shake, but I realised it was my legs trembling.

I gripped the dining table and glanced at the people around me.

None of the members of Crown looked surprised.

(Why…)

Kate: … Why are all of you not surprised?

Kate: By any chance… did you all already know that Liam wanted to die?

Roger: …

Roger: Yeah, although I never asked him about it, it was kind of… clear.

Roger: He thought he could hide it, but he was suffering from a tastebuds disorder and insomnia… moreover, if you live with him, you’re bound to notice.

(Tastebuds disorder and insomnia…?)

Roger: You didn’t notice the air of death surrounding him, young lady?

Roger: Not at all…?

Kate: You’re right, but… I didn't know his situation was this helpless.

Kate: … If you noticed it, then why—

Harrison interrupted me calmly when I was about to question Roger.

Harrison: You’re going to ask why we did nothing about it?

Harrison: His desire for death has been increasing, becoming more, and more, and more. It’s like a mountain being formed.

Harrison: It’s a curse he’s been carrying for ages… he can’t break free from it.

Harrison: I don't know about the others, but there’s nothing “I” can do about it.

I saw his mint coloured eyes cloud over for a split second, and I felt like I had just been splashed with a bucket of ice water.

Each one of them had a different relationship with Liam — so they were sure to have differing thoughts about this.

(And yet, it’d be horrible of me to get agitated and start blaming them.)

(Moreover, the person who was closest to him by his side and couldn't do anything was… me.)

Kate: I’m sorry for blaming you…

Roger: Listen here, young lady.

Kate: …?

Roger: Do you know where the furthest place in the world is?

Kate: Huh?

When I was unable to answer the unexpected question, Roger said in a casual tone like he were forecasting tomorrow's weather.

Roger: I think that the furthest place in the world is another person’s heart.

Roger: Someone else’s heart will always be distant no matter what. That's why people use every trick in the book to get there.

Roger: I didn’t want to trample on Liam’s wounds, do you understand?

Roger: He chose to undergo treatment that he knew was only prolonging his life. The time to pay for that decision has come.

Kate: … Let’s go.

Kate: Let’s go look for Liam.

Kate: Harrison, do you know where Liam is…

Harrison: No. I have yet to figure out where Liam could be. That’s why I came looking for you, Kate.

Harrison had a serious look in his mint coloured eyes that pierced through me.

Harrison: “Something” must have happened to make him want to meet his death.

Harrison: I thought that since you're the closest to him, you would’ve noticed that “something”.

Kate: “Something” that happened to Liam…

(Think, Kate, think. … When did Liam start acting differently?)

Kate: Ah…

– Flashback Start –

Hooded Man: “Long time no see”.

Liam: … Uh.

– Flashback End –

Kate: … That hooded man.

Ellis: Hooded?

Kate: A few days ago, we were on our way home when he interacted with a man wearing a hood.

Kate: After he spoke to that man… I had a feeling that something was off about Liam…

(But this information isn’t of much help—)

William: Your judgement is very sharp, little robin.

Kate: … William.

William gracefully approached us, holding a letter between his fingers.

William: I got to know from Kate that a letter was addressed to Liam with the purpose of harassing him, so I looked into it.

The letter William held in his hand was the one sent to the theatre and said something about a “sinner”.

Kate: William. Did you find out anything?

William: Yeah, it was a lot of fun.

I knew that William didn't mean to be putting on airs, but I couldn't hold myself back any longer.

Kate: Please tell me what you found out, William.

William: Of course.

William: Golden Butterfly— no, let’s skip over the complicated things for now. I’ll put this simply.

William: The head of the Evans family, who reportedly died in the fire 17 years ago—

William: He’s still alive.

(— What.)

(No way… so that means…)

Kate: The hooded man who approached Liam that day was his father…?

William: He sustained severe burns on his face. That's to say, there's a high probability that you’re right.

Harrison: … I’d find that unbelievable if it weren't coming from you.

I wondered where and how he had been living for so long, but that wasn't the most important thing at that point of time.

Roger: So Liam’s father is alive, and he’s been deliberately trying to get close to Liam so he can harm him… is that what you're trying to say?

Ellis: Is Liam’s father… trying to cause Liam’s death?

William: I looked into the Evans family while investigating the letter’s sender, and…

William: I found that Liam’s father had dismissed many of the family's butlers in the past without any good reasons.

William: That proves that there was a secret he didn't want any of them to know, right?

(I have no clue what happened between Liam and his father. However, I really have to go look for Liam…)

William narrowed his blood red eyes, like he could tell that I was growing impatient.

William: There are two locations that Liam could possibly be at right now.

William: The church next to the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster, which is Liam’s father’s hiding spot.

William: The other possible location is the now abandoned clock tower.

Jude: How accurate is that information? He’s done for if we make a mistake.

William: Very accurate. Victor requested that information from Her Majesty and used her power to obtain it.

Jude: Hah. Her Majesty the Queen is one mysterious woman.

William: I have a command for Crown from that mysterious woman.

Jude: Ah?

William: “National secrets are at risk of being leaked if a member of Crown’s whereabouts are unknown”.

William: “You are to search for Liam at once”.

Ellis: That means we HAVE to find him. Right, Jude?

Jude: … Pain in the ass.

Under Her Majesty's order, I went to the bell tower with Harrison, Roger, and Alfons.

The others went to the church. We split into two teams to track Liam down.

My fists were tightly clenched on my lap as I stared out of the carriage’s window.

(... I’ve been by Liam’s side ever since the first day we met. What have I noticed about him?)

When we first met, I was terrified of him because he was a member of Crown.

But the way Liam shined brightly like a star caught my eye and I started to admire him.

However, as I spent more time by his side, I noticed that he sometimes had a certain expression on his face that would disappear quickly, like a star at dawn.

(And…)

– Flashback Start –

Liam: Hey… want to kill me?

Liam: You want to kill me, don’t you? If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly let you do that.

Liam: Only then will you definitely… “forgive me”.

(I got to know the darkness that haunted Liam’s heart.)

…

Liam: Fufu, ahaha!

Liam: So you’re saying that you’re someone who’s rich, loved, and needed?

Liam: Aha, that's nice… you’re not a mistake…!

(I’ve witnessed his episodes first hand.)

– Flashback End –

I realised that Liam always saw himself as the “wrong one”, and hated himself so much that it hurt him.

(My thinking was so naive that it was nauseating.)

(It never occurred to me that Liam wished for his own death.)

(... No, that’s not it.)

Liam definitely displayed signs of wanting to die, but I always turned a blind eye to them.

(That was because I desperately wanted to believe that such a heartbreaking thing wasn't possible…)

Roger said that the furthest place in the world was someone’s heart.

And that “someone else’s heart will always be distant no matter what”.

Despite being so close to Liam, I wasn’t able to see how broken his heart was.

While I was beating myself up for being a good-for-nothing, I tried to imagine Liam’s heart fading away in the distance.

I desperately made myself imagine it.

(If ending his own life was something Liam truly wished for from the bottom of his heart, would stopping him from dying hurt him instead…?)

Kate: …

Words like “good things will happen if you live” or “you can be saved” were pointless.

I came to realise that while I spent time around the members of Crown.

Those sort of things that would give someone a temporary peace of mind would do nothing to ease the despair and sorrow in Liam’s heart.

(And if we stop Liam from dying…)

(What should I do if Liam gets hurt even more afterwards?)

My body was wrapped in pitch dark feelings of anxiety, and my fingers grew so stiff that they were ridiculously cold.

(But still…)

My heart was screaming for me to never let Liam’s words, his body warmth, and his existence be erased from this world.

I could feel my heart burning despite my uneasiness.

It was hammering loudly against my chest.

(... Ahh, even during a time like this, I’m still thinking about the worst possible things.)

This is a matter concerning Liam’s life and death. I should be thinking of how to help him.

But even then, I couldn't take my mind off that “feeling” deep in my heart.

(To me, Liam is—)

…

The clock tower had been abandoned for such a long time that it seemed to have forgotten how time progressed.

The location was so high up, only the howling of the wind could be heard.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

A man with burns covering his face smiled in satisfaction upon seeing the other man’s rose coloured hair swaying in the wind.

Max: … You’re finally here. My lovely son, Liam.

Liam: It's 10 minutes before midnight, the deadline you gave me. I kept my promise.

Max: Shall I start with praising you for keeping your promise? Hey, Liam. Do you remember what I want from you?

Liam: Yeah, of course. I’ll end my life with my own hands, to apologise for my sin of being born into this world. That's how I can redeem myself… right?

Max nodded in agreement, his facial expression filled with the hunger for control.

He then hummed a tune that didn't suit his disfigured lips.

Max: London bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down…♪

Max: Haha… I used to sing this song while disciplining you when you were younger.

Liam: …

Max: Now, my dear Liam. You’ll be a good boy tonight and listen to your father, right?

Max: Go stand “there”.

“There” referred to a hollow space where the old, run down wall had crumbled and fallen off, forming a gap.

As he walked towards the spot he was told to go to, the wind hit Liam’s cheeks mercilessly.

When he looked back, he saw the view from all the way up at the highest point of the tallest tower.

Liam: Aha, how nice…

Liam: I’ll die an instant death if I jump off from here, and it definitely won’t be a dream.

— He heard a click, and that's when he knew that Max had his finger on a gun.

But it was unlikely that Max would pull the trigger.

What Max wanted was for Liam to jump off the clock tower by himself.

Liam: OK. I’ll do everything as you wish.

Liam: However—

Liam: I have one favour to ask of you.

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idyllic-affections · 8 months

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HI can you do me a favor and help me figure out baizhu?? i love his character but i have never played genshin impact and watching through walkthroughs? yeah no thanks (i mean cmon 48 hour walkthrough JUST for inazuma??

like, his personality and lore? i mean, i'm doing my own research about him rn by reading through the wiki and ill also watch cutscenes later but i just need some insight!! u can 100% just use this to rant about him, i am desperate 💔 how does one write for him!! how do you write for him!? help 😭😭i love him sm i wanna write him AT LEAST a bit accurate to character

if you don't mind of course! feel free to ignore this! take it easy aph, have a great day!!💞💞

aph's baizhu analysis.

hi kaiser hello <333 that is SOOO valid tbh inazuma specifically is a headache for multiple reasons... i think i'm going to watch someone else play the fontaine archon quest (...i did this with baizhu's story quest too LMAO) because i have no genshin motivation, but there are a couple people who are wanting to hear my thoughts about lyney lynette & freminet. THAT'S NOT THE POINT THOUGH I WOULD BE SO DELIGHTED TO HELP YOU FIGURE OUT BAIZHU i love him so much he is so dear to me... as a professional baizhu liker i would be glad to help you out. if you need me to, i can explain anything in more detail! just let me know <33

first and foremost, baizhu is generally a very gentle, benevolent, and patient character. he's got sass to him, but generally is very kindly about everything he does. also my guy is so stubborn. god. he is so stubborn.

^ additionally, he is well-trusted by children because of his soft demeanor. they generally aren't scared of check-ups performed by him.

regarding his stubborness, baizhu tests his own medication on himself. he will also poison himself to gain a better understanding of what poison he's working with. he's stubborn with things like his own health and the way he tests medications.

now, this may be more of a headcanon, but... about baizhu's supposed cowardice. yeah. i don't think that's true. do you know the distinction between being harmless and being peaceful? one who is harmless can cause no damage. one who is peaceful can cause damage, but chooses not to. i believe baizhu is peaceful, not harmless. to me, his supposed cowardice is... not genuine. i don't see it, but this opinion may vary depending on who you ask i think.

he is a good-hearted person canonically...

...however.

bro also, canonically, has shady business practices. i personally write these business practices in a very particular way; that being, baizhu overcharges people who he knows can afford to be overcharged. he overcharges the wealthy.

^ similarly, baizhu may sometimes charge nothing at all. he does this when he knows someone can't afford what they need. he generally does his best to make healthcare accessible. he's so real for that.

this is a little headcanon-y, but baizhu cannot stand people claiming to heal illness through piety and faith. he fucking hates that.

^ that headcanon is based off of the fact that he has legal dealings with yanfei about people selling fake medication and whatnot.

i don't know if you know baizhu's entire backstory yet, but the general idea is that changsheng is something akin to an adeptus and has been making contracts with people to keep herself alive for (presumably) a few centuries.

her power enables her hosts to use what baizhu refers to as a "secret art" to heal folks ailed by anything from injuries to poisonings... but of course, there is a drawback. the user of this art transfers whatever their patient is suffering from onto their own body. this is why baizhu is disabled and chronically ill; he has taken on probably every condition known to man fr but we love him for being so kind.

changsheng can only make contracts with pure of heart people. people who aren't genuinely, truly good literally are not viable for her contract. she will die without a host (presumably because her power is slowly draining and she can no longer sustain herself without the support of another being's life force).

^ going off of that, this is part of the reason why baizhu seeks immortality (and do be sure to remember that his pursuit is not a secret. literally all of liyue knows AJSKSHAKFHF... but do also keep in mind that changsheng's contract is a secret so he doesn't tell people about that part). he doesn't want her to die, but he also doesn't want another person to take up her contract and continue the cycle. i also like to think that he doesn't want to leave qiqi alone but that's just me being insane over dad!baizhu he's so fatherly in my brain please hear me out on this one /lh

to stop qiqi from fulfilling orders, if i recall correctly, someone would have to hug her and tell her they love her the most. baizhu does this, but the effect is greatly diminished when he says it. the only reason baizhu sounds insincere when he tells qiqi "i love you the most" is because he believes every life has equal value. he loves her, but not the most, because he is enamored with life in general. this detail about his character is often the topic of angst in fic, but it's important to remember that baizhu is not incapable of love because of it. he is just... not someone who would put ultimate value on one life, because again, he believes all life has equal value.

yes, he does use qiqi for his own ends and research about immortality HOWEVER. however. he is not neglectful or abusive in any way towards her. he treats her well.

because she is a character closely related to baizhu, here's a little detail for the silly snake: changsheng canonically has no filter. she says whatever the fuck comes into her little brain. she's silly. i adore her. she is not bad though! her intentions are generally good.

baizhu doesn't like taking things from people for free. he has difficulty accepting gifts... which often come from the general population of liyue.

generally, what i find to be helpful when learning to write a new (playable) character is reading their voicelines and lore. reading voicelines can help you figure out any particular speech patterns or diction that characters are inclined towards using!

i promise i am not trying to advertise my fics LMAO but if you need a reference, and you want to see how i write him personally, please let me know! i have a few pieces in which i feel like i wrote him well.

i love when people ask me to help with characterization ausskgkgng so if there's anything else i can do please don't hesitate to say so <3

#aphelion speaks 🌸#genshin impact #baizhu #baizhu gi

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The Eye of the World, Chapter 21 - Listen to the Wind

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(Staff icon) In which we have our first entire chapter from a different point of view!

Nynaeve awakens with the sunrise, confused for a moment where she is. Then she gets annoyed at herself for falling asleep, worries at losing the younger ones, gets angry at herself for even thinking they might not have survived.(1) She rides down river, keeping an eye out for tracks, in case anyone crossed the river who she can track down. Eventually she smells woodsmoke, and sneaks toward it.

She finds Lan dismounting from his horse, Moiraine sitting beside a fire, boiling a kettle. Nynaeve doesn't reveal herself, just listens. Lan tells Moiraine that the Myrddraal are gone, and the Trollocs, but he's worried that there must have been a thousand of them. How did they get there, so many at once? If there are that many Trollocs, they could overwhelm the Borderlands at any time.

Moiraine says coolly that the whole world will be overrun in five years if they don't find the boys. She knows where one is, and two were downriver before the connection "faded away as I found it". Then she makes a cryptic comment about "if you watch the wolf too hard, a mouse will bite you on the ankle" and tells Nynaeve she can come out from behind her tree if she likes.

Lan almost looks embarrassed that he didn't notice Nynaeve there. Nyn approaches Mo, but Lan stops her with an arm like iron. Mo offers tea, Nyn refuses and asks what "dirty Aes Sedai schemes" Mo's gotten the Emond's Fielders into.

Mo nonchalantly informs Nyn that she's got little room to talk, since she can wield the One Power herself, sometimes. Nyn says Mo might as well accuse her of being a Trolloc. Mo points out that Nyn sensed the potential in Egg, too, and she (Mo) could tell as soon as Nyn approached, if she hadn't been distracted by building the fire.

Even Lan seems surprised at this, and watches Nyn speculatively. Nyn says she won't listen to any more of this, but Mo points out how surprised Emond's Field was that their Wisdom hadn't predicted the late spring accurately, how she could heal injuries that should have disabled people so that there wasn't even a twinge or a limp. Mo even guesses how it started.

“Perhaps as much as eight or ten years ago—the age varies, but always comes young—there was something you wanted more than anything else in the world, something you needed. And you got it. A branch suddenly falling where you could pull yourself out of a pond instead of drowning. A friend, or a pet, getting well when everyone thought they would die. “You felt nothing special at the time, but a week or ten days later you had your first reaction to touching the True Source. Perhaps fever and chills that came on suddenly and put you to bed, then disappeared after only a few hours. None of the reactions, and they vary, lasts more than a few hours. Headaches and numbness and exhilaration all mixed together, and you taking foolish chances or acting giddy.(2) A spell of dizziness, when you tripped and stumbled whenever you tried to move, when you could not say a sentence without your tongue mangling half the words. There are others. Do you remember?”

Mo goes on to explain how Nyn formed a connection with those she'd healed, she could probably when they were nearby, and it's how she found them at the inn. Nyn admits that she healed Egg, admits that all of it happened much as Mo laid out. Mo says that Nyn is lucky, she developed control over the Power, or else it would have killed her by now, as it will kill Egg if she doesn't go to Tar Valon. Nyn says if she learned, so can Egg! Mo says that three of every four who can touch the Source as they can will die, eventually, if they don't get help and training.

Nyn remembers another apprentice Wisdom who died young, and eventually gives in, asking Mo not to tell anyone what she can do. Mo tells Lan they'll be leaving, and she fears Nyn won't be accompanying them. Nyn, in true reverse-psychology fashion, says she will too be going with them.

“Oh, yes, I will be going with you. You cannot keep me from it.” “No one will try to keep you from it,” Lan said as he rejoined them. He emptied the tea kettle over the fire and stirred the ashes with a stick. “A part of the Pattern?” he said to Moiraine. “Perhaps so,” she replied thoughtfully. “I should have spoken to Min again.”(3) “You see, Nynaeve, you are welcome to come.” There was a hesitation in the way Lan said her name, a hint of an unspoken “Sedai” after it. Nynaeve bristled, taking it for mockery, and bristled, too, at the way they spoke of things in front of her—things she knew nothing about—without the courtesy of an explanation, but she would not give them the satisfaction of asking

Nyn asks how Mo knows where the boys went. Mo tells her about the token coins, they were bespelled so that as long as their holders are alive and in possession of the coins, she can find them.(4) Nyn asks about Egg, and Mo says she has no clue where she went, but the Trollocs wouldn't bother her because she's not their target.

Nyn is torn between trying to find Egg or going with Mo and Lan.(5) A Wisdom is supposed to look after all her people, not have to choose between one or the other. When Lan comes back from retrieving her horse, his stony calm breaks, and his eyes widen at seeing her crying. She turns her back to him and wipes the tears furiously.(6)

Mo asks one last time if Nyn will go with them. Nyn mounts her horse, not really answering, but not going the other way.

Lan and Moiraine were already in their saddles, turning their horses south. She followed, stiff-backed, refusing to let herself look back; instead she kept her eyes on Moiraine. The Aes Sedai was so confident in her power and her plans, she thought, but if they did not find Egwene and the boys, all of them, alive and unharmed, not all of her power would protect her. Not all her Power. I can use it, woman! You told me so yourself. I can use it against you!

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(1) Poor Nynaeve. The first couple of times I read this book I was about her age and related to her hard. Now I'm only a few years older than she is but gosh do I just want to tell her she really is too young to be taking responsibility for all that herself, and she's so adversarial and jumps to conclusions so quickly that she never has a chance to give someone the benefit of the doubt. She creates so many walls between herself and other people, even between herself and the Power, since she doesn't have a conscious grasp of it. Anything that has the potential to hurt her, she pushes away, even if it would also bring her great joy and benefit. She cares for her village but she has to do so many things that go against her nature just to be taken seriously. She's learned to bristle at anyone questioning her or undermining her worldview. More… (See 5) (2) Side note: those are some funny symptoms for this channeling sickness. Do they stand out to you? Have we seen anybody with symptoms fitting this description? Or am I throwing attention at a red herring? (3) Remember what Min said? Nyn is part of it, too. (4) So, the coins were quite important after all. You may or may not have noticed, but Ewin said his was a silver penny, while Mat and Rand both got coins that Rand evaluated at quite a high value, sounding like much more than a penny, and neither showed them to Ewin before tucking them away. (5) She literally collapses here when she's faced with evidence she can't deny, that she can use the One Power, even if she's never known what it was. And instantly she seizes on the opportunity to use it actively. You told me I can use it, so then I can use it against you. She's also entirely too ready to feel smug. Particularly at Lan's failures. This is partly Nynaeve's character, and partly, I think, some of the attempt at matriarchal society conditioning peeking through. (6) One thing I didn't go into too much in my summary is how Lan is stone-faced throughout, but Nynaeve is attuning to his microexpressions. She even says at one point, surely his face hadn't actually changed, but she can almost feel his surprise. And he uses her given name only, not her full name, not Mistress al'Meara. Just Nynaeve. How familiar of him. How daring. She doesn't even notice… or does she? Nynaeve may be one of the least reliable POVs we've seen yet, because she hides so much from herself as well as others.

#wheel of time #wot #the wheel of time #twot #the eye of the world #eye of the world #eotw #teotw #wot staff icon #nynaeve al'meara #moiraine damodred #lan mandragoran

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ro i just need to tell you that i love your writing so much i literally explode everytime you post and i’m in love with you i think ! The way u write jason is literally how i want my dream man! I don’t even want men! he’s so scrumdiddlyumptious and i am so glad that i found yr writing Tbh

thank u for being The Jason Todd writer ever and i can’t wait to see what else u have in store :33!!!!

(also i think i have to hear what went down between mattel and mga that caused the downfall of bratz now!! ur making me curious with that one thing on ur sideblog ⁉️)

i really don't know what i've done to get so many kind messages from all these people, it kinda feels a little surreal like woah...u like me? i am in love with YOU for sending me this sweet n kind message like, should we get married now?

i am a man hater till the day i die, but i unfortunately am attracted to them :( too bad they fucking suck. ughhhh i've written him as my dream man too (accidentally set the bar too high for myself so fml) and i'm soooooooooo glad you find joy in my writing, it means the world to me, and i hope you continue to find joy in it <33

as for MATTEL v MGA...

(this is a really shit summary and all from memory so i could be wrong about some things but this is the general gist of what happened and i'll try to find a good article or video with much more accurate info)

basically in may of 2001, MGA entertainment released the original/main 4 bratz dolls, a group of four girls consisting of cloe, jade, yasmin, and sasha. bratz, similarly to barbie, was advertised towards young girls, but the biggest differences between the two doll lines were the diversity & the fashions. where barbie was typically shown with a pale complexion, blonde hair, and blue eyes; each original bratz girl was a different race. cloe was white, jade was asian, sasha was black, and yasmin was a bown hispanic. aside from the diversity of these four girlies, they were also dressed to the NINES !! head to toe in fashions that were unique and trendy for the time period, and to this day they absolutely devour like they're on moodboards for every fashion girlie and it's literally been 20+ years, like talk about longevity.

anyway, i'll skip most of the mumbo jumbo about their releases (even though i could literally give a list of my fave bratz lines of that era), but they became BIG, releasing literally hundreds of dolls and continuously expanding the ever-rotating list of side characters to go along on the core four adventures. some of the more notable releases are the ever iconic rock angelz dolls (my literal 4lyfers), pretty n punk (which came from that same movie), tokyo a go go, slumber party and nighty nite, etc., and aside from those dolls, they had movies, merch, electronics, albums, food, cosmetics, etc. like they were MASSIVE despite so much controversy surrounding them. sooooo massive that they surpassed barbie, and one thing mattel doesn't play about is fucking BARBIE (literally nerfed monster high bc they were gaining too much popularity, and that was THEIR brand).

here's where it all goes to shit. so naturally, when faced with a fierce competitor, mattel filed a lawsuit after discovering that carter bryant was involved in the creation of bratz. who is carter bryant? well, not only the creator of bratz but a FORMER MATTEL EMPLOYEE !!! and that's why shit hit the fan; mattels lawsuit was basically over the rights to bratz. their argument was that because bryant was employed under mattel at the time of his big idea, that bratz was technically mattels property. this legal battle lasts like literal ages, and there were a lot of layers to it that i can't really understand because legal jargon hurts my brain, but there's a book that goes into great detail called 'you don't own me' i believe. mattel won the lawsuit in 2008, and ownership of the bratz brand was to be handed over to them, but at some point between 2008 and 2010, mga took their case to the court of appeals and won, meaning they regained ownership. during all of that time bratz fashions had become less stylish, releases weren't as often, the hair was shit (but that was also cuz of mattel bc those fuckers play dirty), and overall the brand just wasn't the same. imo, the best way to see the decline in quality is to go to the lookin bratz site and see how different post-2009 releases were (and even then, some of those were...like cowgirlz was, imo, the last really good bratz line, but one could argue it was dance crewz)

they continued producing dolls through 2014, even creating their own version of monster high called bratzillaz (i should also mention that myscene was mattels version of bratz). then, in 2015, they completely rebooted the franchise with a new line titled 'hello my name is'. this line featured the original 4 girls plus a new girl named raya. and that whole...that entire thing was BAD to me, but some people like it.

anyway, there was never like a "real" downfall, but they had some pretty bad years lmao. they're back tho so we up!!!! i have a collection of fashion dolls, monster high, bratz, rainbow high, and hopefully barbies soon. literally my favorite collection (i have a lot)

#☆ messages from friends ☆

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What I think about Bendy: Campus Crush

So... I watched the April Fools video for Bendy: Campus Crush, and I'm having conniptions.

On the one hand, I love the idea of a Bendy story taking place in a modern-like era. On the other hand, some of the character designs are making my brain go into a million different directions on what the plot would actually be.

First off: What do I think about the characters.

Audrey: She looks like a completely different person. And I get it's supposed to be "anime-like", but I just see it as mid.

Henry: Literally looks like somebody's Henry design before we got Henry's ACTUAL appearance in Bendy and the Dark Revival. I actually DO like it, but I think they could have made him a LITTLE bit older looking.'

Boris: Just... WHY? I mean I get it, he's a wolf, and it's accurate, but THIS is one of the things that have been giving me conniptions! Like, are humans and beastkin (what I call human-like animals) living together in harmony or is this a werewolf situation? Plus... Is this Buddy or Tom? If it's Buddy, I'm going to rage. If it's Tom... Will still rage but have a lesser amount.

Sammy: Oh my god... He ACTUALLY looks good AND accurate. I WANT the REAL Sammy to have this outfit in the next real game. But he's also been giving me conniptions! Like... Is he just a theater kid who wears the mask to be mysterious or does he have some kind of facial disfiguration like Susie and uses the mask to hide it?

Joey: He looks like if he was back in his war days. No, I'm serious. Not only does he look like he kind of has his life together, but he's probably a lot happier too.

Susie/"Ms. Angel": I HATE it. It just looks like they just took some of Twisted Alice's disfiguration and slapped it on a random anime girl they found on the internet.

Bendy: I do like this one, but the horns are a LITTLE bit too big. Size them down a bit and you should be good.

Ink Demon: I had chills when I first saw him. But in a GOOD way. Looking at him reminded me of the early days of DDLC when Monika was ACTUALLY scary.

Allison: Same argument I made about Audrey but a bit more mid. She looks like an elementary student but I still do care about her. Don't see her as romanceable though.

Wilson: NO. Just NO. Get him off this campus. I do NOT want him anywhere near me or the others.

Next: The plot.

Now THIS is what's been keeping me up at night, but I think I have some kind of idea.

First, this is a female Y/N story, meaning you either have a default name or put in your own name.

And I know what you're thinking.

"Why would you immediately assume the Y/N is female?"

Well, considering the actual Bendy series takes place in the 60s and 70s, the LGBTQ representation wasn't exactly THERE back then, so of course the MC would be female.

Second, this is going to be a loop story, kind of like what DDLC did. Basically this means you're going to go through each romance path once until you get the true ending.

Like for example, you go through Henry's path, but at the end you either die or get corrupted by a certain someone, then you go back at the beginning, but you will not be able to romance him anymore.

Once you go through Boris', and Sammy's paths, you'll be able to get to the true ending which is the Ink Demon. That one I'll explain in a bit.

Third, Bendy and Audrey are your guides. You don't assume anything at first, thinking Bendy's just some hallucination the MC's mind created, but you find out that Audrey and everyone else can see him too. Also, they stay by your side after every loop until the true ending. I imagine him being the "little brother and big sister" characters to the MC that at first dislike them but end up seeing them like the siblings they never had.

Fourth, there is a matchmaking mechanic that will be used in the true ending. Basically, it means you have to get your former romanceables with people who ACTUALLY love them, like for example Henry with Linda and Boris with Allison.

Fifth, Wilson is the true antagonist. Let's face it, the guy's a villain through and through, no changing that. He'd basically pull the same act that he did on Audrey back in Revival on the MC by pretending to be on their side but in the end, he reveals he was the one killing the MC in every ending except the true ending.

Sixth, the "mystery" will be our MC trying to get their real memories back. Yes, I know. The "Amnesia" trope has been done to death but considering this is a loop story, I think it's warranted.

Seventh, the Ink Demon will be the real romance path in the true ending. This is because I believe the MC was the Ink Demon's future bride but on her wedding day Wilson ended up killing her. The Ink Demon then revived us but the first time we ended up with amnesia. After all the other paths are done, we then go down the Ink Demon's route that is basically the MC just falling in love with him all over again and we defeat Wilson for good.

These are my thoughts so far. For those who want to somehow make this a reality, you can use my this as some kind of guideline. Have a good day/night!

#bendy campus crush #my thoughts #shatteredinkglass

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I'm back to rant about more winter thoughts. So I thought more about the VA's voice for her and how the VA thought "will my voice really suit that character" lol but eventho I would prefer winter with a deeper voice (she has moments in the manga when she would suit a stronger voice imo, like when she snaps at milo) I think it shows her softer side well (especially towards alice) and is a nice contrast. This got me thinking about soft winter and you know those people who grab onto others jacket or hoodie sleeves (me) yeah I just think that would make winter go really soft!! Allow me the indulgence!! Also just think about her voice (like her VA or something a bit different) but with a British accent! After all most of the characters (the moriarty's, Spitz, Elmer) have British accents. Just thinking about it makes me 😵‍💫. OH! You know now that I think about it I think the VAs who voiced James Bonde/Irene Adler from Moriarty the Patriot would suit winter nicely too! That's kind of the voice I imagined tbh!

Lol, I wait for these every day! 😂 There's really no one else I can go crazy about Winter with.

You're right! Her voice really does match the soft side of Winter! Uhhhhggg, now you got me thinking about soft Winter!!!!! 🙈 Ahhhhh my hearts going to explode!!!!! I'm definitely one who would grab the bottom of a shirt/jacket, or the back! When we pull on Winter's clothes, she would be like, "what do you want?" With a tone that sounds a little annoyed, but actually isn't. Then I would at least stay silent/flustered, or say "nothing...." Then Winter would huff and a couple things could happen! Either she'd get flustered herself, or she'd just say/do nothing and walk off with us in tow (to hide her flustered state), ooooo maybe if we're SUPER close with her, she'd take our hand and hold it in hers while looking away!!!! 😍 Not gonna lie, I love the, "I wanna hold your hand, but I don't want others seeing us hold hands, so I'mma just link one finger with yours" trope. Ooooo, would Winter's hands be cold or warm???? I'd say cold, but only because I automatically associate her with anything that metaphorically deals with the winter season.

I've thought about the British accent and pictured her with it so many times!!!! I've also researched a tiny bit to figure out how the English differ in speaking to Americans (idk if this is accurate, but I saw somewhere, that they say cuppa instead of "a cup of tea" and I started crying so hard when I read that, cause it was sooooo cute!!!!! I imagined Winter saying it and I cried even more!!! I thought I was gonna die from the cuteness!)! There was so much information, I got a little overwhelmed, but at some point, I'm going to write a story where you can tell Winter speaks in a British accent! Also, I've spoken with someone from Britain and her accent doesn't sound like what you hear on TV! If I remember correctly, it's because she's from the country and the higher class citizens are the ones who have a stronger accent (someone, PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong!). The Moriarty's would DEFINITELY be high class, so they'd have strong accents! 😆 Idk what kind of family Spitz comes from, but I can see him being lower class, so he wouldn't have a heavy accent (from the recent arc, Night and Alyssa would have heavy accents, the security guard's accent would be so heavy it'd be hard to understand him, I can see Chelsea and Yudi not having as heavy of accents and I think Hutter and Marsh can go both ways.).

Since Winter is really good at disguises, I'm sure she'd be good at accents, so sometimes, I picture us going up to my friends and playing tricks on them by Winter pretending to be a different person and see how long we can trick my friends into thinking Winter is somebody else. I also think Winter would have random (fake) business cards on her and if we ever ran into a business man, she'd pretend she was also trying to promote her (again fake) business. 😂

Also, it doesn't really matter, but I thought Elmer was American? Or is he just working in America?

I've actually only seen the dub for Moriarty The Patriot, so idk how he/she sounds in Japanese. The dub sounds pretty good for if that VA ever voiced Winter (not gonna lie, when I was trying to convince myself Winter was a guy, as a joke, I said Howard Wang could voice Winter, because if he had to do a little girls voice, he could hit it perfectly. 😂 He's voiced cross dressing men and sounds exactly like a girl!).

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only a sith deals in absolutes

obi-wan kenobi x senator!f!reader

(pt. ii)

PART I HERE

warnings: inappropriate use of the force, smut, p in v sex, use of the title master, edging, semi-public sex, slight dom behavior bc who doesn't love daddy-wan kenobi, minors dni 18+

word count: 1,757

a/n: so i really just went nuts here, i know this is not canon accurate as to how the force works or anything so don't come after me, oh and this is all rots obi-wan btw ;) and i know this is kind of short so im sorry!

You were at a long table in one of the meeting rooms in the senate building on Coruscant, Padme on your right and Obi-Wan and Anakin in front of you both. The four of you were looking through holopads with every move documented from the war. You were trying to find a way around sending more clones to their deaths, which will accomplish nothing. You all had been there for what felt like all day, finding no alternative plan. You were beginning to grow frustrated at the lack of a breakthrough.

“Maker, why is nothing making any sense,” you rubbed your face in annoyance.

“I feel like there is no way around it, wars are won with soldiers, not talking. We have to send them in,” Anakin was always the more...brutal, of your group.

“General, with all due respect, we could send a thousand troops into this war and never make any headway,” Padme was always the peaceful one.

You all spent some more time debating the matter while all growing increasingly frustrated. It had been a few days since your encounter with Obi-Wan, it had been really the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his fingers curling inside you and his mouth on your skin still made your knees weak. Ever since, you and Master Kenobi had been catching eachothers eyes all day, trying not to let your gaze linger very long. As your debates started to die down, you were all feeling a little tense from sitting for too long. You started to roll the tension out of your shoulders as you felt the familiar feeling of someone watching you, a presence that lingered around you. You looked around, finding no one else in the room except the four of you.

You had learned a little about the Force from the Jedi you had worked with but had of course never experienced it for yourself. With two Jedi in the same room you thought maybe you could be feeling something from them but both men looked to be focused on something else. The feeling was almost like a pulsing thickness in the air, something that coated your skin. After a few minutes of it not going away, you started to feel slightly ansty.

Obi-Wan was noticing your nervous behavior and knew you were feeling his efforts. He knew he loved to see your reactions to his teasing, he wanted to take it a step further. He reached out through the Force, sensing your presence and washing a feeling of calm over you. He instantly saw the reaction you had to it and a small smile cracked on his face. He decided to take it a step further.

You felt a soft sensation climb up your legs, almost like delectae fingers tracing up the inside of your thighs. The sudden feeling startled you at first, thinking something was under the table. You looked around the table at your companions, who seemed like they felt nothing. Your gaze met Master Kenobi’s to find him smiling at you with lust in his eyes. You quickly caught on to what he was doing, smiling back at him.

You had no idea the Force could be used in this way, something physical another person could feel. You quickly caught on to what he was doing once you felt the ghost sensation go up towards the apex of your thighs. Your body was betraying you and reacting to his movements, you couldn't stay still as he teased you. This went on for almost an hour, Obi-Wan using the force to create soft touches on and around your core. You were fidgeting in your seat the rest of the night, Padme often leaning over to ask if you were alright. One particular moment you felt a harsh pleasure inside your walls, mimicking when his fingers made that curling motion. You lurched forward and a loud inhale made its way past your lips in surprise. Everyone looked at you, making sure you were ok.

“Sorry, must be a stomach ache…” you grabbed your stomach in fake pain, giving Master Kenobi a warning look.

“You know, I think we should all get some rest,” Padme stood from her seat and said her goodbyes. Anakin quickly followed to ‘make sure she got back alright’, as usual. As soon as the room was empty you let out a relieved moan as you sunk down into your chair. Obi-Wan couldn't help but smirk at your reaction, loving how it all affected you. He rose from his chair, circled around to you all while keeping up his use of the Force to torture you in the most exquisite way. His large hands landed on your shoulders as he lowered his mouth to your ear, his delicious voice leaving goosebumps along your skin.

“You did very good for me, little one,” he peppered your neck with kisses as the invisible touch was building pleasure in your pelvis. All you could do in response was whimper and grip the edge of the table for dear life. You were quickly tumbling towards your release and Obi-Wan knew it, and he also knew that he could be a nice guy and let you finish, but he wasn't feeling very nice right now.

“Oh Maker, Obi-Wan don’t stop,” your voice was a hushed moan. If Obi-Wan wasn't so determined to drag this out, your plea would have almost worked. Right as you were about to fall apart he withdrew his Force signature and watched as you whined in response. You cried out in frustration, got up and grabbed the Jedi Master’s robes that were across his chest to pull him into a heated kiss. Your hands were on each other in no time, trying to feel as much of each other as possible.

“You’ve made me wait long enough,” you pulled away just enough to give him a dirty look before he grabbed your waist and put you on top of the table. All your clothing was quickly stripped from both of your bodies. You were sprawled across the table with your legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly dragged the blunt tip of his cock through your wet folds. Your wanton moans dragged a low growl from his chest then he quickly buried himself in your needy cunt. The long awaited feeling of having Obi fully seated inside you made you both groan with pleasure. The slowness turned to hard thrusts of his pelvis into yours that drove you mad, you couldn’t help the noises coming from your throat.

“You have to be q-quite love, or i’ll…have to stop”

His hips never let up in their harsh pace while his hand grabbed the back of your neck. You were really trying to hold yourself together but it was getting harder as your climax grew closer.

“Are you going to be my good girl and stay quiet?”

All you could do was nod and hum in response. You felt like a woman possessed. Your body was not your own, too strung out on pleasure to have any semblance of control. The hard thrusts of his pelvis into yours was drawing needy moans from you, your own body disobeying his orders. He clapped his hand over your mouth to trap your noises behind his palm as the other grabbed your wrists. Obi-Wan held your arms over your head as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

“You keep these h-here for me,” he squeezed at your wrists. “C-can you do that - fuck - little one?” he ground his hips into yours slowly, hitting the very spot inside you that deepened your pleasure.

You hummed in response and screwed your eyes shut in ecstasy as the Jedi returned to rutting into you mercilessly. In an attempt to keep your hands above your head as instructed, you held onto the other end of the table for dear life. You reveled in the way the esteemed Jedi Master looked above you, unraveling as he bathed in your pleasure.

You felt the pressure of your release building in your core when Obi-Wan began to draw small circles around your throbbing clit. You wanted so badly to scream out his name but quickly remembered the building might not be empty. The thought of someone finding you here only made your heart rate kick up and lower walls clench around his length.

“Mmm, fu-fuck me, you feel so g-good… darling,” that beautiful accent made every word off his toungue sounds like honey. “I can feel you about - mmm maker - about to cum for me.”

“Ple-please, I want to cum,” every word was punctuated by his hips slamming into yours, both of you chasing your impending highs. “Please, Master…”

Your blissed out facial expression along with his formal title made Obi nearly lose his mind. He decided then and there that you moaning his name was like hearing angels sing. He loved the way he affected you, watching you react to his ministrations. His fingers picked up the pace as well as his hips, somehow moving faster than before.

“I w-want you to cu-cum for me love,” his voice was barely a breath at this point. Your hips angled up towards him now, making him hit the most devastating spot inside of you. That accompanied by his expert fingers had your orgasm crashing down on you faster than you expected. You writhed under him, your muscles clenching around him as you rode out your release. Seeing the esteemed Jedi Master above you, face twisting in pleasure and hair now messy with sex, made your climax even stronger. Obi-Wan kept his fingers moving in tandem with his hips as he felt his pleasure come to a peak. In the midst of your pleasure, you almost missed how he went to pull out.

You quickly locked your legs around his waist. “No, p-please. In-inside me, I'm safe.”

“Oh fu-fuck--” His hips stopped as he coated your walls in his release. The feeling made your muscles clench around him again, triggering an aftershock in your pelvis. The low rumble of his moan vibrated down your spine as he collapsed onto your chest.

Before you had a chance to fully catch your breath, a voice carried down the hallway. “Master? Are you still here? I have a question…” As the voice of Obi-Wan’s padawan made it's way closer to the room, the two of you scrambled to find your discarded clothing. Grabbing your dress, you bolted to the nearby closet when Obi-Wan grabbed your arm. Planting a kiss on your still kiss-swollen lips.

“Meet me in my quarters, love. I'm not done with you yet.”

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woodchoc-magnum · 2 years

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Lone Star Hate Watch 3x04

Sorry for how late this is - I was just delaying the inevitability of having to watch it 😅

Disclaimer: I hate this show, you love it - that's great! Please don't read, keep scrolling, and have a wonderful day

Eddie Diaz, as always, to remind us that the OG exists and is superior in every single way:

I can’t believe I have to sit through another episode of this fucking snow storm

I am slightly mollified because Billy's here

I'm really gonna need Billy to get a redemption arc here

Or do I even want that? I kind of like that he's a little bit villainous

Oh TK's still in a coma and I already know he doesn't die so everything is terrible

Ronen still can't act

"oh wow" TK says in a monotone

"Am I dead?" TK asks in a monotone, but god I wish you were dead

Don't tell him to stop dying - what are you fucking doing? Just let him go

These nurses are… I'm sure this is a pretty accurate portrayal of what nurses are like and you have to be kind of dry and unfeeling, but like, maybe check to make sure you're alone before talking about how TK's definitely going to die

I mean obviously I want him to die, so I'm fine with this entire conversation

You could do better Carlos

Do you think when Rob Lowe gets there he'll remember he has a son or will they have to remind him?

Oh my god Owen's SHAVING HIS DEPRESSION BEARD

Wow what a poignant and moving scene

Judd your wife is currently having a baby in a car in the middle of the snow

Marjan missed everything and instead of just telling her what happened, the show subjects us to Mateo talking in circles

There's going to be a bit of TK-and-Carlos rant in this whole thing so get ready

"I'm holding vigil for a man who doesn't even want me in his life" – Carlos. You could do better. Why are you settling for this piece of shit??

Nancy – "TK loves you." Does he? Really? Is TK capable of human emotions? Because I don't think so

I know people like Nancy but I'm going to be honest and say that I don't, and I find her character entirely forgettable and if she suddenly disappeared from the show I would just simply move on with my life and forget she had ever existed

Also she's a terrible friend. Does Carlos have any other friends? Who could be like, "Hey, you're a total catch, you don't need TK fucking you over like this?" Apparently not

I hate this relationship so much because Carlos deserves better

If I keep eye rolling my eyes are going to gain momentum and never stop

"If he loves me so much, then why did he break my heart?" BECAUSE HE SUCKS

HE FUCKING SUCKS

HE'S THE WORST

AND NO ONE CAN SEE IT

I FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING CRAZY PILLS

Is Tommy going to accept some responsibility for the fact that TK is dying in hospital? They literally didn't do anything to help him is all I'm saying

Oh Owen remembers he has a son, that's amazing

I hate this show

I'm ONLY NINE MINUTES IN YOU GUYS FUCKKKKKKKKKK

Owen sucks, everyone sucks, I hope everyone except Carlos, Judd and Grace die

"my boy to wake up" oh you remember you have a kid? But only when he's dying, right

I mean I love Grace but like I could do without the constant praying

Let me guess, are Carlos and his mom going to do some praying now? Because I can think of one thing we need and that's more praying

Oh Carlos you deserve so much better than TK (Please note - I realise I've said this multiple times through this but it bears repeating)

At least Carlos' mom is on his side because NO ONE ELSE IS

He needs a sassy best friend

Billy's my favourite character and I don't care what anyone says

I'm only fifteen minutes in, I'm going to eat some chocolate

They should not have dragged this shit out for four episodes

"there's something you could've done differently" – yeah like I don't know, trying to warm TK up after he nearly froze to death? Just my two cents

If Billy goes through all this shit and no one fucking thanks him, I'm going to scream

Is he perfect? No. But he's trying

My desktop background is a slideshow of pictures of Buck and Eddie and when I get bored with the show I just watch that for a little pick-me-up

So I'm watching my desktop background a lot, is what I'm saying

Billy's a big DAMN HERO

OH MY GOD BILLY NOOOO HE FAINTED

Judd's figured out that Grace is missing and this is the only thing I care about, but of course we flick right back to TK

Can he just die already?

Cannot BELIEVE TK broke up with Carlos

Carlos deserves so much better than this, I know I keep repeating that but I don't know how anyone can look at this relationship like it's a good thing for anyone but TK

Because at the end of the day this is all about TK, none of this is about Carlos

"Believe people when they tell you who they are" – YES CARLOS????!!! WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO YOUR OWN FUCKING ADVICE??????

HE'S SUCH A WHINY LITTLE FUCK I HATE HIM

Okay so let me get this straight. TK fell in love with an apartment, they couldn't rent but it had to buy it, and so as an act of love, Carlos bought him the apartment he fell in love with.

And this was an apartment they both liked – this wasn't Carlos picking a place for them to live, this was something they both loved

And TK breaks up with Carlos because of that.

Wow.

Who the fuck am I meant to feel sorry for here? Like, I am honestly asking how this show wants me to feel about this situation because all I feel is righteous indignation

"It's a total power move" TK says – THE FUCK? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME YOU ASSHOLE? He bought you the place YOU LOVED!!! ARE YOU FOR REAL? YOU FUCKING AAAAAAHHRHRHRHRHRHHRRH

Pausing I need more sugar holy fuck I'm so mad at this FUCKING SHOW

Okay I'm back and trying to think about it in less of a "TK is a narcissistic monster" kind of a way and more in a "how a normal person should react to this" way

And like – they've been together for like, over a year officially on the show, right? Maybe closer to two years? And if you're in a relationship with someone for that long you should have already talked about where this is going and what you both want out of the relationship. Communication, I guess? It seems to be a key component to any happy relationship

So thinking about it like that, should Carlos have asked TK? I guess, maybe – but it was a place they'd looked at together, they both liked it, and so he could make the assumption that if he bought it for TK, that was a gesture for them as a couple, going forward in their relationship, and it shows a level of commitment and love that you think would be somewhat appreciated, right?

Right.

In conclusion, TK is the fucking worst and I hope he gets syphilis and his penis falls off.

I've never hated a character more and I just sat through ten episodes of Che Diaz on And Just Like That

Okay Billy's fine, he's all good, he just fainted, we're fine

I only have fifteen minutes left

Tommy's going to deliver the baby!!!

This is the only storyline I care about

JUDDDDD

God damn it these two fucking kill me

Oh great TK's awake

Way to ruin a perfectly lovely moment in the show

Oh my god Owen just collapsed to his knees in the snow?? What the actual fuck

That baby is six months old

You know, in a movie TK would've died as the baby was born? The circle of life kind of a thing

Really wish they'd done that

Is the OG this heavy-handed? No, right?

Carlos you deserve better than this pile of trash disguised as a human

Oh great they're moving in together

Wow that's love you guys

He deserves fucking none of this

Not a single fucking thing

I hope this house burns down too, with TK in it

"you're the world's biggest control freak" – well you're the world's biggest piece of shit

That baby is a fully grown, six month old baby. It's practically old enough to drive

Their GoFundMe to save the 126 just got fully funded, wow, a fucking miracle! Who didn't see that one coming???

I thought it was finished but no. The rich family saved the 126. How wonderful.

Nice of them to invite my hero Billy to the ceremony

Are Billy and Judd mending fences? I'm really going to need Billy Burke to stay on the show, because he really brightens my day

God I miss the OG so much

In conclusion, I hate this show more than anything. How long until the OG is back?? 😩

Eddie Diaz because WE FUCKING NEED IT RIGHT NOW:

Bonus Christopher! We've earned it, you guys. I'm going to eat some more chocolate.

GREAT JOB TEAM

#lone star hate watch #i'm left feeling angry

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granny-griffin · 2 years

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I’m delighted that you’re still enjoying The New Earth and appreciate your saying so. It suprised and delighted me when I wrote it; it came so clearly and fluidly. I’d love to hear any thoughts or questions you have for good feedback is hard to come by.

At first I saw this and thought—I can't possibly give any feedback. I don't have any coherent thoughts. I only know that I like it past reading. I have to put it inside and pull it out again, to speak it and feel the shape of the words against my mouth.

but then I thought for 5 seconds and realized that yes actually I do have thoughts

I think a mistake that a lot of young poets make—they want to find a way to express their feelings, right? so they sit down and write some free verse about their feelings and at the end of the day it's more prose than anything else. And there's nothing wrong with that! people should write all the bad poetry they want!

but I think they miss a part of the point—one way poetry helps in processing is by taking the thing curdling inside you and casting it out, by assigning it to something concrete.

So if you want to say, "I miss you so much it makes my inside ache," you need to talk about the old stream bed, and how it used to hold water, and how there is a hollow space where the little pond used to be—in the place where the tadpoles were spinning now there is dirt dried in the shape of ripples. It is late summer but the ground cannot stop remembering melted snow. And at the end, after you have described each mundane detail, you will find that the thing you felt is caught inside and explained and it doesn't have the same destructive hold over you anymore, because now you can look at it from outside. You can understand it.

Anyway, my point is that this is exactly what The New Earth does so well. Even just in the title! It's a story about space travel. Humanity has decided to enter hyper-sleep and a spaceship and go to live on another planet. So the new earth is another planet, one like the one we came from, and that is the first half of the metaphor, the first referent. The second referent of The New Earth is this earth but made new.

Every line in this poem is a double referent..

We had to sleep before we walked the skies,

They must sleep—in order to survive the journey through space, the humans must put themselves into suspended animation. The journey will take thousands of years. They would not live long enough to see their new home otherwise.

Those of us who sleep will rise first to meet God's Anointed in the sky.

Escaped the well and flew forth free,

Wait okay, I found my first question. I have no idea why there is a well in this line. I understand the escape and the flying free—the space travelers have escaped the earth. They are flying free outside the atmosphere. And we also will fly out from our graves. I have no idea how the well contributes to the metaphor—all the uses of well I can think of refer to some source of strength. This is like, the opposite of that, so I'm probably missing context.

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

This is just accurate across the board—spring always comes, but winter must come first. Good new soil comes from autumn's dead leaves and their decomposition. It's the way of the whole universe.

It was manifested in a particular instance, and the implications still ripple out. It is touching us now. Easter is next weekend.

Failing earth exhaling its last sighs;

Far, far the new home for humanity.

We had to sleep before we walked the skies.

The earth has failed as a resource to sustain human life. That is why the space travelers are leaving it. The new planet they are journeying toward is too far away for comprehension. Everything is far in space.

This version of the earth is going to die—it is dying. And after its death it will be reborn. The distance between the two is hard to figure, the new earth may even come into existence in a sort of distant dimension. Perhaps it is far in time. Most of all, it is far from our comprehension.

Ten thousand souls suspended in the ice

Through all the empty places we must be—

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

So the humans used ice in their hyper-sleep—like Captain America almost. It makes sense. Ice preserves. They travel now through space, through the nothing, in order to reach their destination.

Thousands of souls wait now, empty and suspended, for their bodies to be returned to them. They will be returned.

A star we follow to our paradise.

A visionary, dreaming people we—

We had to sleep before we walked the skies.

The new planet the travelers are heading toward orbits a new star. None of the planets around their old star could support life in the way they need. Of course they are visionaries—no other kind of people would embark on such a risky venture. No other kind of people could visualize the reward of success.

Paradise means Eden—the first temple—the kind of place where the presence of a god touches earth. That is the place where the morning star is guiding us. He will be there when we arrive. It takes a certain kind of vision to see it (but that's elaborated more in the next stanza).

In this we trust, that hope before us lies—

The evidence of things we do not see:

Nothing is reborn but first it dies!

The passengers have to trust that a good place is before them. They have to trust without seeing it. There is no way for them to experience their reward until after the journey. They have evidence—their scientists and astrologers and engineers can explain them. But they haven't seen it yet.

Literally don't know how to even to elaborate on the second referent here. It's faith. It's right there. That second line is straight out of Hebrews 11.

A morning when a newer sun shall rise

Our eyes will open on a glassy sea.

We had to sleep before we walked the skies

For nothing is reborn but first it dies.

The sun will be new because the planet is in a different solar system. It orbits a different star. Presumably the planet has a lot of water—that seems to be what humans need to survive. So they know that they will land, and they will come out of their ship, and see a new star rising over the ocean.

In the end of Ezekiel, in the vision about the new temple that drives me absolutely insane because I can't visualize how the measurements fit together, there is at least one easy part. Clear water flows out of the temple, and the stream deepens as it goes, and it falls down the mountain and into the black sea, into the dead sea. And there, the water makes everything come alive again. And at the end of Revelation, there is a clear river that flows out of the city. Because now the temple is everywhere. There will also be a new kind of sun.

#as;jdlf I wrote so much #hope this does not bother you #to all my followers: there is no read more and I am not sorry #it's my dash and you can all deal #cw christ #long post

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Ive been real inspired by @chipper-smol 's au. I find myself snickering at Ghost/feral's antic mainly because I have young siblings and in my home there is never a dull moment. Child antics are literally my life rn and I cant help but relate.

So while on a nostalgic trip i was struck with this poorly written fic. And I hope you enjoy.

No edits because we die like men!

The time for rest had asserted its hold over Hallownest again as bugs wound down from the days toils. The servants and knights had quietly excused themselves to their personal quarters and the kingsmoulds that marched dutifully down each hall had slowed to a silent pace.

The white Lady had taken in the idea to walk the palace before retiring to her personal quarters for the evening. Dryya, her most respected and loyal guard, walked quietly behind her as she stiffled a yawn much to the white lady's amusement. She had dismissed her hours ago to rest but she stubbornly stuck to her and insisted on being around to protect her on her leisurely stroll.

" Your majesty, you need not worry for me. I will-" Dryya gaped stiffling another sign of encroaching sleepiness," -be with you until you retire to your bedroom."

She still felt fascination bubble under the surface as she observed her; a warm aura seeping off of her.

As a higher being they will never need these things like rest or daily meals. But they merely adopted the actions to blend more with the society around them. Just like her dear wyrm, Things like sleep were never on the forefront of their mind. They could spend decades awake and unbothered by the need. But they made resting a habit to demonstrate that one should rest after work.

Shuffling down the halls toward her favorite veranda befor she heard an unfamiliar scuffling. It was hurried but small. Most likely a small bug.

"Behind me your majesty." Dryya hissed pulling her nail from her side her alert instantly raised. As late as it was not many would be awake, much less in the halls working so fervently.

As they turned the corner they spotted two familiar horns working quickly with a brush and bottles of ink.

It was the feral vessel.

" You cheeky Sqwib! " she screamed shocking the little vessel. Their small hand dropping the brush they'd use to vandalize the walls. "You are at it again!" Dryya huffed indignant at the vessel as she marched over, sheathing her nail, and quickly bonking them between the horns.

" Do you know how you terrified the Queen?" She growled seizing their ink colored hands. " and to top that, you dare vandalize the white palace yet again!"

"Dear knight, there is no reason to be so harsh. " the white Lady softly appealed. "The walls can be cleaned and the ink replaced but the trust from a child cannot." She calmly lectured using a branch to pet the vessel.

"You are to lenient with them my lady." She huffed releasing them. Dryya was no fan of the feral vessel. Time and time again they'd watch and suffer their pranks. Many a time her nail was stolen only for it to be returned muddy or, miraculously, bent at the tip.

She was not the only one of the five knights to have their belongings weaseled from them and returned in less then favorable conditions.

"They are just being a child Dryya." WL cooed as she slowly squatted in front of them. "Soften your heart towards them. If only for me."

The knight reluctantly huffed again as she faced away. "Praise the Queen's endless patience, you little tyrant, you are saved for now. "

The white Lady smiled warmly as she looked the small vessel over. At this time they were meant to be tucked away in bed. The schedule their father made, though strict was optimize for their healthy growth. She suspected in full that the pure vessel had curled themselves into bed without a second thought, while their sibling ran through the halls causing their daily commotion.

In all honesty, she found their outbursts charming. Each trick, prank and shenanigan they pulled continuously showed her how lively they truly were. When they'd arrived from the abyss with their sibling, she lamented at their sight. Seeing them as nothing more than walking corpses until she heard of what would honestly sound like a farce. They'd barely stepped foot into the white palace before they entered a meeting between the dreamers, with no command or reason, and unleashed the most ungodly revolting smell. Shocking and disgusting the entire gathering forcing them to vacate the room entirely.

When her wyrm ranted about them that evening on how they indignantly, stomping their tiny grub feet and blantly ignoring him, forced them to clean the entire room alongside the retainers as punishment she could not help but laugh in an odd mix of relief and joy releasing a knot in her chest she did not know she held.

Looking again to the picture on the wall it was of clearly her dear wyrm. Her giggle chimming like bells as she observed it further. It was simple and childish as but it was an accurate representation of her wyrm. His elegant crown like horns now simple zigzags, their fangs drawn large and silly, with their tongue poked out in a not very gentlemen manner. (She suspects this is how they saw their father when they ranted at them.) It was crude, hurriedly painted, and was encompassed by tiny hand marks and had all the makings of a goofy Caricature and she wished she could save it.

"I see the throws of art beckoned you from your deep sleep small one." knowing full well they did it to mess with the king again. "maybe we should have Lurien tutor you to bring out your talents?" She questioned aloud watching the vessel furiously shake their head from the corner of their eye.

"Then what brings you from bed?"

The child twisted at their fingers looking down as they snuck peeks at her face.

They signed quickly keeping their ink covered hands slightly in sight. But It obvious it was something else. It was no news to her that they held many things back from them. And the curiosity of what it could be danced in the back of her mind, but she refused to force them anymore than they'd allow.

"You know you require rest in order to grow." She purred gently as she angled her small one's mask toward her.

Their mask tilted in a way that mimicked a pouty huff. Her heart swelling at how cute they were. She could not help but poke a small amount of fun.

"So you do not wish to grow anymore?" She questioned exaggeratedly tilting her head and placing a branch to her cheek.

They seemed to freeze at the and mull the thought around in their head. To her, this was the sweetest gesture. She'd remembered when the two vessels first molted and got their bearings. Though they thought no one was watching, she caught them do a small jig in celebration of their new body. Wiggling their newly formed fingers, touching their more angled faces and observing their budding wings.

" I'd say you'd want to." She whispered calmly retrieving her handkerchief to clean them.

"How can one so small hold such large secrets?" She hummed wiping the pink ink from them.

The vessel signed, a cheeky air to them as they flexed their arms nearly rupturing her heart from cuteness alone.

"Dryya please get someone to assist in cleaning up. " with a bow Dryya reluctantly left grumbling to herself.

"Now as much as I would love for you and to stay up and get into all kinds of mischief. I would say its time for bed. " She cooed admiring their clean face.

The vessel gestured again with more emphasis.

"I see." She hmmed making a show of thinking of what to do. In reality she had an idea of what to do. Somewhere deep in her memory was a song that. She could not remember the face that sang it to her but she remembers it working nearly every time. Ushering her to sleep. "Then would you care to accompany me on the veranda?" She asked pointing to the large glass door not far behind them.

Nodding they streched their arms up towards her. Obligating the gesture she swept them up in her branches as she walked slowly to the door.

she allowed small blooms to bloom on her creating a pleasant perfume before sitting on her stool already set up outside.

The vessel signed again gesturing at themselves.

Chuckling she squeezed them close to her. "Not essentially. You are of two pale beings and void." She murred quietly; her light warming them as they sunk into her lap. "You don't really need sleep. But its good because it helps you grow." She hummed wrapping her branches around them.

They gestured wildly again wiggling their fingers above their head causing her to erupted in laughter.

"Yes." She snickered "maybe if my wyrm slept and rested more they would grow as well I will be sure to suggest it to them later." Feeling the small ones shoulders shake in signs of laughter she hugged them.

" you remind me much of him in his younger years." She thought aloud as the vessel shook their head furiously. " well the both of you refuse to sleep on time so I imagine you two are similar in that sense." She mused as the small threw a small tantrum.

"Very well, shall I sing you something to assist you to sleep?" They nodded sinking back into her lap, placing their head on her chest.

As they sat, staring out into the lush garden and flickering lumaflies below she hummed a quiet tone shutting her eyes calling upon the memory.

Her branch rubbing small circles into their child's back as her voice trilled lyrics long thought lost to her:

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Loo-li, lai-lay

Only the soft breathing and the feeling their body relax and their shoulders ease indicated they drifted off.

"Sweet dreams my small one."

Thanks so much for reading. In all honesty i have only played hollowknight for about a month and half and im already so invested in the fandom. (I'm still getting my butt handed to me by ogrim. Please dungy boi stop throwing sh!t at me long enough so i can hit you. You broke all my fragile charms alreday!-🥺😢) You guys are so creative and fluffy and have no problem hurting my tender sensibilities.

For those curious the song is called sleepsong by secret garden. I used to listen to it ages ago before bed.

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bestie do you really think it's funny to make me cry?

OK WHERE DO I START AUJHUJHDSDUJHFV

deep bre-INCOHERENT SCREAMING

That's it. that's all I have to say.

THEY PASSED THE CHILD PROTECTION BILL I'M GONNA BE CRYING IN A CORNER IF ANYONE NEEDS ME

All those shadowhunters who ran back to Idris I hope you starve to death there. have fun!

Anjali is so awesome OH MY GOD I LOVE HER ALREADY

Rafael is THAT kid I see...it suits him so well.

It had been two very long years stuck in this small office room. But every time Alec saw the way David giggled when Lexi called her father Jalapeno poppers or some other equally ridiculous name, Alec knew it was worth all the trouble.

THIS OMG I'M NOT OK

Alec wondered if that’s why so many leaders before him had been awful. It was easy to be a bad leader. But it took effort to be a good one.

This is so true...I'm so proud of him...

Dani...bestie THAT IMMORTALITY CRISIS WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME. I know it's gonna happen but I was having a very good day. why do you hurt me in such ways... (I'm pretty sure my family thinks I'm mentally unstable after the way I screamed reading)

“Anjali,” Diego sighed. “What have I told you about doors?”

“Knock them down?”

“I said knock on them!” Diego corrected, shaking his head. “Not knock them down!”

I'm in love.

HUHYUHKSDYKFVYUFVYU ALEC'S CONSUL VOICE I'M SCREAMING

SIMON BESTEST!! HIM SORTING THE STUDENTS INTO THESE GROUPS I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! AND ANJALI BESTIE GOOD LUCK AT BEATING THE SEELIES!! (good luck with stealing the weapons)

well, Rafael do you perhaps have a little crush? (Grammarly ik I'm writing in lowercase stfu)

ok ok I know this is pretty sad but every time someone gives Magnus or Alec the "you haven't talked to him yet?" look I start laughing-

ALEC'S SO CLUELESS ABOUT MAX AND DAVID I CANT-

“So, you are just going to leave me here and go to York then?” Max demanded now; all puppy dog eyes. “Like my mom left me at the academy?”

Yeah. He took the news a little too well.

MAX PLAYING THE ADOPTED CARD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Is it because you don’t like me?” Max pouted again. “Like my mom…Who left me all alone.”

“You can’t play the adopted card with me, you lil shit,” Rafael laughed. “I’m adopted too.”

I'M SO IN LOVE LEAVE ME ALONE

AWW MAX SEEING THE INSTITUTE AND IMMEDIATELY GOING "David would love this" ISTG THIS KID I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“Weren’t you listening to a podcast on Mayan Civilization during breakfast?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“Bapak said it’s historically accurate!” Rafe argued.

“Bapak is not that old!” Alec countered.

“Maybe he is,” Max said, analyzing the paintings on the walls. “Maybe you don’t know it.”

“Excuse me, I know how old my husband is,” Alec said indignantly.

“Then where are the receipts dad?” Max asked. “Show us the receipts!”

Where are the receipts, Alec? EXACTLY!

THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE HAS CAUGHT ON TO MAX'S VERY OBVIOUS CRUSH

“I think he likes David,” Rafe whispered.

“Of course he does,” Alec whispered back. Why were they whispering? “David is a sweet boy.”

“No. I think he ‘likes him’ likes him,” Rafael giggled.

Alec looked at his son sharply. “But-He is..Da..They are children!”

“You’ve never heard a childhood crush?” Rafe grinned.

“No, I was too busy…studying,” Alec sniffed.

“That’s not what I heard,” Rafael bit his lip. “I heard you had a thing for boys in motorcycle jackets.”

“Okay that’s it! You are not allowed to hang out at Hotel Dumort anymore,” Alec said.

Really Alec? Studying? REALLY???

MAX AND RAFE RACING TO THE TRAINING ROOM!!!

the reference to the infernal devices...I'M GONNA KILL THE ALREADY DEAD STARKWEATHERS! I'M ABOUT TO DO SOME NECROMANCY SHIT TO BRING THOSE FUCKERS BACK JUST TO KILL THEM SLOWLY

Hugs max it's gonna be ok buddy.

In that moment, Alec remembered all the talks.

He remembered how his mother had lectured Izzy about not going out alone late at night, but she hadn’t said anything to Jace or Alec.

He remembered the way Jem spoken quietly to Mina in soft Mandarin about how people might call her names, but he hadn’t said anything to Kit.

He remembered the way Julian had told Ty to be careful about kissing his boyfriend in public, but he hadn’t said anything to Dru.

I hate this so damn much. I hate it. It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here.

Sorry for that just got really heated for a second there.

NO NOT THE NIGHTMARE. BABY NO

DAVID MY CHILD!! OMG, HE'S GONNA TAKE UP ARCHERY SOMEONE HOLD ME WHILE I CRY!

“This is who you are,” David said, his voice oddly soft now. Softer than usual. “And you’re beautiful.”

Alec blinked at that.

“Blue,” David said quickly. “I meant you’re blue. Uh, yes.”

BESTIE I SAW WHAT YOU SAID THERE. WE ALL DID

Also, alec sitting outside max's room...IM GONNA-

“David is in there,” Alec whispered. “I just wanted to…check…if everything was okay.”

“Alexander, are you spying on our child?” Magnus demanded. “Without me???”

“What? No! I-”

“Move over!” Magnus sank down next to him. “What are they saying? Are they kissing?”

“WHAT? They are not kissing!” Alec said in alarm. “Wait. Are they???”

He couldn’t hear anything now. Alec panicked.

“I haven’t talk to the kids about kissing yet,” Magnus pointed out. “We can’t talk to Max without talking to Rafael first.”

“Wait. Is Rafael kissing people???”

“Rafael is not kissing people,” Rafael replied as he walked past them to the kitchen. “Also, you guys are shit at whispering.”

Alec rolled his eyes at him and turned to Magnus. “It’s stressful enough that we need to talk about racism in the shadow world. Now we need to talk about kissing??”

“And other stuff,” Magnus chuckled.

Alec groaned into Magnus’ shoulder. “By the angel. Fine. We’ll just tell them there is no kissing. Until they are 30.”

“Hypocrite,” Rafael coughed into his hand as he walked back to the table with a bag of chips.

THIS WHOLE SCENE OH MY GOD.

And srsly alec? 30? really? whips out the extract "kissed" from cassie's website According to my files here-

“And David?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The bedroom door stays open from now on.”

David blinked, his cheeks pink. “I…What?”

“Door stays open,” Alec said, lowering his voice, just a register. “Is that understood?”

AYY ALEC DAD MODE YUCDUHDFHFUHJIUHC THIS IS SO AMAZING IM GONNA SCREAM

Alec advising David with the bow is so close to my heart...IDK WHY IT JUST IS

That conversation...PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK I HOPE HUMANS GO EXTINCT BECAUSE I SURE AM READY TO DIE SO LET'S TAKE THE EARTH DOWN-

“Why don’t shadowhunters have acne?”

"What?" Alec blinked.

“Their skin is like so freaking perfect and smooth and they can just freaking go through puberty without a one freaking pimple and don’t even get me started on the freaking dimples and then-”

Magnus started laughing. Alec felt a little confused.

EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS !!!!! THAT DAMN ANGEL BLOOD

That part about how we normalize these little things which are actually hurtful...I didn't realize that. I guess we really do, huh? This just made me want to be more careful with others and if I feel others do this with me, to stop them and correct them.

I loved this chapter so much. You're such a great writer.

I wanted to share something of my own now!! I FINALLY GOT MY COPY FOR RWARB!!!! I told my parents it was a thriller about how the first son and the prince forge a friendship and discover secrets about the government and the monarchy-

The place I bought it from sent me a very cute bookmark. It's a pride bookmark and it's just my first ever pride merch and I'm close to tears. Let's just say my family isn't the most accepting so this bookmark's really precious to me

Sorry, the quality isn't the best. I was in a hurry. It's almost 4 am now I'm gonna try and sleep (I'm gonna reorganize my bookshelf). See you on Tuesday!!

Thank you so much. I love reading your comments. They are so honest and full of life. You are going to LOVE rwrb. It's such a good book and it's so romantic and raw and perfect. Lmao about your parents. What they don't know can't hurt them ;) And I loooooooooove your bookmark. Be gay. Do crime.

PS -

"It sucks how there will always be people who will be targeted for being born the way they are. Whether it be skin color, sexuality, body type, or anything, people will always fucking talk and make the world unsafe for certain people just because they aren't generic male cishets. If you're a girl you're in danger. If you're a POC you're in danger, If you're neurodivergent you're in danger. If you're a member of the LGBTQ community you're in danger. If you're disabled you're in danger. If you're part of any minority you're in danger. If you dare to be different you're in danger. Fuck people. I'm a queer POC female and it's scary. I don't want to be always checking my surroundings when I'm out. I shouldn't have to feel this scared walking out of my own house but I do and it sucks. Ok, I feel like I'm derailing from the main point here."

THIS IS THE MAIN POINT. YOU GOT IT. SO CONGRATS <3

#THANK YOU ;)#lbaf

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ask and ye shall receive. [disclaimer: this is not entirely accurate and i'm glossing over a bunch]

so starting all the way up at the begining of the timeline, you've got union χ. now, khux was a mobile game in which you made your own character and ran around with everyone else's ocs so for clarity's sake i'm not gonna be touching on the part of the game's story that focused on that.

now then. khux places us at a point in time known as the 'age of fairytales' where there are these keyblade masters known as the foretellers and their master, the master of masters (MoM for short <3)

one day, MoM decided to just kinda... leave, but only after pulling each of his students aside to give them a role and a book of prophecies. oh, and to warn them that there was a traitor in their midst and to keep an eye out for that while they trained their own students.

yadda yadda they distrust each other more and more, pit their unions of keyblade wielders against each other, fight each other 1v1 a little, and generally are very dramatic about the whole thing - enough so that it escalates to a full-blown war. this war is known as the 'keyblade war' (creative, i know) and is fought between all the unions and blah blah blah, long fight, everyone dies.

except nope! one of the foretellers, master ava, was gathering keyblade wielders she deemed special into a group, separate from the unions, called the dandelions. these dandelions were warned of the war ahead of time and when the fighting started, literally just said "nope" and left to go live in a digital copy of the world.

the dandelions forget that the war had ever happened and carry on doing their thing, except under new leadership this time. master ava picked out five of them to essentially become the new foretellers, gave one of them her copy of the book of prophecies, and told them to meet up at the keyblade graveyard at a certain point in time.

the five picked out were named ephemer, skuld, brain, larium, and ventus. except, oh no! that can't be right! because master ava also picked out a girl named strelitzia to be a leader and we saw her die! there's an impost- nope not finishing that sentence.

anyways, stuff starts getting... weird around daybreak town. things are glitching out, which is very concerning for the residents who don't actually know that they're in a data world.

the leaders (and you, the player, you're also there) start looking into what's causing the glitches, realize the world they're in isn't real, realize the world's falling apart, and, as a bonus, realize that strelitzia got murdered and that the personification of darkness itself has managed to worm its way into the data world. the data world that, by the way, is starting to shut down which will trap every dandelion that's inside it in it permanently unless someone was able to turn it back on and carefully pull their hearts back out to the real world.

this is a problem because, as previously mentioned, just about everyone who could've done that who isn't currently in the data world itself died in the keyblade war.

yadda yadda, stuff happens, it's revealed that ventus got himself possessed by the darkness and that's what killed strelitzia, the union leaders find a couple of escape pods called 'lifeboats' that could pull people out of the data world so long as they have a waypoint, but there's only 5 of them and it'd take much longer than they've got to get everyone out before the world shut down.

long story very very short (this game was running for over half a decade), ventus gets himself somewhat unpossessed(?) but subsequently falls very asleep, brain plans to get himself, laurium, laurium's friend elrena, and ventus all into lifeboats and out of data daybreak town and then to send the lifeboats back to pull out ephemer, skuld, and the player on the second round, and then let the world shut down so he can reactivate it and save everyone else later.

this plan. doesn't quite work. the first round goes smoothly enough. brain makes it to the real daybreak town, sends laurium, elrena, and ventus on their way to somewhere safer, then sends the remaining lifeboats back in to pick up our aforementioned trio.

except the darkness is still around and is threatening to either a. kill all three of us, or b. possess all three of us so it can get out, so player pretends to be possessed, fights ephemer and skuld till ephemer finally can bring himself to lock his best friend (you) away somewhere, and then kinda. lets themself get killed. (you then refuse the option of having your sleeping heart merge with your chirithy (long story) and instead get reincarnated into xehanort (we'll get back to him later))

ephemer drags skuld, who's mostly unconscious from the fight as the player wasn't exactly holding back, over to the lifeboats, helps her inside one, gets into his own, and makes the rookie mistake of caring and thinking about his best friend (player) while the lifeboat activates, making his waypoint still in daybreak town and thus so he never actually manages to escape.

laurium wakes up in a flower field somewhere. elrena gets dumped on a story, lightning-y cliff. ventus manages to get his passed-out self to be left in the keyblade graveyard, now without his memories. we don't actually know what happens to skuld, but it's loosly implied she gets thrown in a dungeon and experimented on so there's that.

brain is confronted by luxu, an apprentice of the MoM's who kinda peaced out along with MoM, who tells him that when the data world shuts down it'll erase anything left inside it, no waking the hearts back up at all, steals his body(?), and sends him forward a good,, oh, several decades.

brain finds himself in a city that he's never heard of called 'scala ad caelum' where he's greeted by someone he's never met before (named sigurd) who greets him by name and gives him a replica of the hat he lost and tells brain to follow him. brain does and wanders across a statue of ephemer who we learn is the creator, founder, and original keyblade master of scala.

(we also learn, though it's never quite explicitly said, that scala used to be daybreak town. meaning ephemer built scala out of the literal rubble of his home, if you wanted something fun to think about)

and, yeah, that's union χ in a very loose, very long short summary. i don't know anything about dark road so next up would be birth by sleep, which i'll tell you about uh. later.

this ask is way too long already.

THIS ALL HAPPENS IN UNION CROSS??????????????

AREN'T THERE LIKE 10 OTHER GAMES

#snowflakesandlemons #i am so confused but also so goddamned intruiged #feel free to tell me more because i #holy shit #tysm lem LMAO

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fandomtookoverlife · 3 years

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Home for Christmas

Pairings: Hotch x gn!reader, Jack x maternal!reader

Summary: you take steps towards your future with your boyfriend and his son, and it just so happens you be your favourite time of year🎄🎄

Warning: swearing(?)

Words: 4.7 k

Category: fluff

A/N: wow this one turned out longer than I expected😳😂, it’s my longest fic yet so I hope you like it. (It’s not proof read to my standards so take it with a grain of salt)

And yes btw I did Photoshop the picture at the end, why, you ask, did I do so much extra work even though I was on a time crunch, you know what that’s a good question, the answer is because I couldn’t find one I liked so screw it I’ll make it myself, I hate my self 😂😂

I have the outline for spiral part two so that should be what I post next.(the unfinished outline is like 600 words or smth😳 maybe I’ll post a little of it) Anyways hope you enjoy 😘😘

Other blog: @mac99martin

Masterlist

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It’s December 1st, in your opinion it’s the best time of year and one of the best days. December 1st, ever since you were a child, has always been the day you decorate for Christmas: tree, lights, ornaments, Christmas themed knick-knacks, the whole shabang, Now, you prefer a real tree, traditions die hard and all, but when you got your own place and since you lived on your own, you’ve settled on a fake in your adult life. So while this morning you put up your fake tree and decorate your apartment, this afternoon you got to live vicariously through your boyfriend and his son when you went with them to get a tree and decorate their house.

Now you are doing the finishing touches on the house’s decorations, Jack has begged you to come and decorate with him. And Aaron, well apparently decorating is not his forté so he didn’t mind the help. Speaking of Jack you have no idea where he ran off to, he had been acting weird all morning. While days prior he had begged you to come over, he had been acting cold towards you all day and now was nowhere to be seen. Aaron hadn’t said anything to you so you chalked it up to kids being kids. Besides children's attention spans are not great, so he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and then got bored.

A little while later you had finish perfecting the house and you venture into the kitchen to find two boys making hot chocolate you had to smile to yourself, they were just the cutest, jack was on a step stool so that he could reach the stove and Aaron was next to him watching him like a hawk making sure he didn’t burn himself. They were smiling and laughing, Jack launched off the stool and ran around the kitchen climbing the counter coming down with a bag of mini marshmallows. You really do love watching them together, sometimes you catch yourself thinking, “my boys” but they're not yours. Sometimes you get caught up in your thoughts that you fool yourself into thinking you’re a part of their family, it’s dumb really, but you forget and you can see yourself in that place, having that family. But like all good things, they come to an end and you have to remind yourself, that's not your place, and you wonder if it ever will be.

Aaron catches your eye, he has a giant smile on his face, as he does anytime he is with his son. Jack went to grab mugs for the hot chocolate, he grabbed two, you tried to chalk it up to that he's a kid and he only has two small hands, he probably didn’t even know his implication. None the less you smiled as Aaron grabbed the third mug and poured some in each handing them out. He tried to distract Jack from the giant bag of marshmallows, that kid really didn’t need more sugar, he failed but it’s always worth a try. You all mitigated to the living room, wrapping up the festive day with a classic Christmas movie. And again something was off, Jack barely said a word to you and sat on the other side of his dad. He always does that cute thing of snuggling in the small crevice between you and Aaron, but not today.

Eventually, the day came to an end. Jack was in bed, after barely saying goodnight to you, and you and Aaron were snuggling on the couch, “Is everything alright?”

“Of course it is, why wouldn’t it be”

“I don't know, Jack, he was just acting weird today,'' Aaron had this strange look on his face. You knew that he noticed it, but there was something else there, but god, you have no idea what it could be, something was wrong wasn’t it? “D-did I do something?”

The last thing that Aaron wanted was for you to think you did something wrong, that you were anything less than perfect. He was the one that was, he doesn’t want to say wrong, because you could never feel wrong to him, you feel so right in every way, and he can’t screw that up. But he doesn't know how to not screw anything up, with you or his son, or between you and his son, which he did, but also has the one thing he wants to right now.

“No, no, of course not honey, me and Jack were just talking last night, and, and it didn't go how I had planned.”

“But he was fine with you today, he was basically stuck to your side all day, it was me he was avoiding”

Shit, this was all his fault, what you don’t know is that the reason Jack was avoiding you today, the conversation they had last night, was about you. Aaron wants so desperately for you to be a part of his family, and that's what he and Jack were talking about last night, but Jack didn’t respond well to the sentiment, he didn’t explain why, he just climbed up and said he was going to bed, not that the why was a very hard guess for any father, never mind one that was a profiler. And then you were here, and Jack was acting weird towards you, and how could you not notice, but now you were thinking it was your fault when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“No, that's not what was happening, I promise,” he hopes anyway, “I’m sorry it's my fault, I don't know why he was acting like that, I’m sorry it ruined the day, I know how much you love it.”

“No no it didn’t, I just, don’t want to screw anything up.” you snuggled into his chest, sensing that he wasn’t going to say anything more of his explanation, just continuing with his reassurances

He only hopes you believe him.

Aaron really did feel horrible that he caused a rift in your relationship with Jack, he wanted to fix it, he did, but he was nervous. You and Jack are the most important people in his life, he just wanted everything to be perfect but what if he couldn’t do that? What if he tried and he made things worse again? With a million thoughts running through his brain he really didn’t know what to do.

Thankfully Jack’s mood only lasted 3 more days, correction 3 more very long days, which was all spent with you. Spending so many days in a row with you was not unusual in the slightest, the only unusual thing was Jack’s enthusiasm, more accurately lack thereof. He never said anything about it, mostly because he wasn’t saying much, but he just kept away from you. Over the course of the three days, he got better, until the fourth he went completely back to normal as if nothing happened. Aaron, if he was being honest, was very relieved when Jack went back to his normal self, the only problem was that something had happened and he needed to talk to his son about it.

It was December 7th, Aaron took Jack out for the day, doing this and that's, it was a nice father and son day, but it was just a cover for the conversation that he wanted to have. The day was done, they were finishing up dinner when Aaron finally built up the courage, “jack?” jack simply looked up at his father, a smile still on his face, god I hope that smile stays, “can I talk to you about the other day?”

Jack thought about it, but ultimately decided, “what do you mean?”

Deep breath, choose these words carefully, “you know the other day before you went to bed, we had that talk?” Jack’s face faltered a little but he nodded, “well after you weren’t acting like yourself, can you tell me why?”

Jack went quiet and kept his eyes down, of course, Jack knew why, but he couldn’t say why, so he just didn’t say anything.

As parents knew their children, Aaron knew Jack needed some prompting, “is this about Y/N?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders while fidgeting with his shirt, he was quiet for another minute before, in the tiniest voice, “I-.... I don't want to replace mommy” Aaron sighed, somewhere he knew that that is what this was about, but it hurt, it hurt so much to think about, to talk about, it was just so painful not only for him, but his son, and the thought, the reminder that his son had to live through something so unimaginable, well it wasn’t something Aaron liked to think about often, or by choice.

He took a deep breath, standing up, picking up his son and moving them both to the couch, only attempting to speak once his son was snuggled up on his lap, “Jack, I promise that we are not, and would never replace mommy.” he was squeezing his son so tight at this point so probably couldn’t breathe, but Aaron, not Jack cared right now, “do you think that I’m trying to replace mommy with Y/N?” Jack slowly shook his head, he didn’t think that, but he thought about it, “do you think that Y/N is trying to replace mommy? do you think you’re replacing mommy with Y/N?” Jack snuggles further into his father’s chest and nods his head. Aaron feels like his heart is being pulled down with weights, he’s so close to breaking.

Jack’s voice is barely above a whisper, “what of Y/N replaces her and we forget her.”

Aaron kissed the top of his son's head, “We will never forget mommy because we love her and she loves us. And that will never change.'' Jack felt better, but he wasn’t fully convinced, “why don’t you ask Y/N what she thinks, I think that will help ya?” Finally, Jack had a smile on his face, it was small but it was there, that all Aaron could ask for. Aaron and Jack cuddled on the couch watching a movie until they fell asleep.

That's how you found them the next day.

Aaron, the night before, had texted you saying that things went well, you asked if you should come over today and he said yes, so this morning woke up with the sun, got ready and went to all of your favourite breakfast spots and got coffee and food. You had to have grown extra hands or something because you were somehow able to hold everything while simultaneously taking your key out and opening the door.

You expected to find the boys somewhere running around the house, jack probably having away too much energy and Aaron trying to keep up. What you didn't expect was to find them curled up on the couch dress in what had to be yesterday's clothes? You giggled stepping further into the house, removing your shoes and putting the food and drinks down, thankfully before you dropped them everywhere. You finally went to shut the door, that's what did it, Jack and Aaron did not immediately wake up. Well, you shouldn’t say immediately, when technically they both woke up, jack bolted up screaming your name and running into your arms. While Aaron, he slowly groggily opened his eyes. Watching Aaron was the funniest yet cutest thing to see and you loved it. “Hey, buddy! What's going on here?” you both looked back at Aaron who was now slowly realizing where he was and what was going on.

“Me and daddy watched a movie last night!”

“Ah, I see.” there were bright smiles on your faces, Aaron not so much but you'll give him a pass. Looking back at Jack you cup your hand around his ear, “guess what I brought” his eyes shoot to yours filled with excitement, you point behind him to where you put breakfast down, Jack immediately sees it almost jumping out of your arms “why don't you go bring everything to the table ya?” at that he scurried out of your arms. You laughed at the but before turning to you now awake and approaching him, looking at his state only made you laugh more, to which he glared at you for to which you laughed harder, only stopping when he scops your face into his hands, placing his lips on yours, you smile into the kiss as you hand wrap around him.

While it was a simple, innocent kiss, that didn't stop the loud “ewwwwww!” coming from the table, you both broke the kiss with giant smiles watching the sour look form on Jack’s face

“Hey! Is that table set up yet?”

“Almost!”

You went to walk away to help Jack but Aaron caught your wrist, when you looked back at him he had a more serious look on his face, in big constants to the happy one only moments before. He took both your hands in his, kissed them and brought them to his chest. Aaron noticed your furrowed brows and worried face and gave you a slight smile.

“What is it? Something wrong?” you really have no idea considering the complete and utter happiness on all your face this whole time.

“No no nothing wrong.” he picked up one of your hands and pressed a kiss on your palm before returning it to the warmth of his chest, “just, Jack’s going to ask you a question later okay?”

“Um, okay, just thought you’d give me a heads up?” you smiled but you were still worried.

“ya, just forewarning you.”

You studied his face, while you are -very- worried, he doesn’t seem to be at all, you signed, taking his calmness as comfort, “Alright.”

“Alright?”

Your hand came to the back of his neck, you placed a chaste kiss on his lips, “Alright.” you place one last kiss on his lips before pulling away and making your way toward and very patient Jack and a perfectly splayed out table.

You had eaten and enjoyed breakfast, Jack particularly the donuts you brought, on the other hand, you and Aaron were quite partial to the coffee.“Hey, jack why don’t you go get changed and then maybe we could go for a walk?”

“Ok!” the little boy spirited towards his bedroom

You stood up intending to clean up but Aaron stopped you “Hey, I’ll clean up, how about you go for a walk with Jack.” you looked in his eyes, they were sweet and caring but his face was tense and his lip was pressed into a line, you exhaled and grabbed his hand, you knew that he wanted you to talk to Jack, you had had a serious talk with him before, but you have no idea what this is about, the whole concept is terrifying.

Aaron can see how nervous you are, he can't say he doesn't understand, truth be told he’s a little nervous himself, but he knows you, and he loves you, but that's probably why he's nervous, “hey” you look into his eye, he just smiles at your love and adoration apparent, “everything’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Come on, let’s go let’s go let’s go let’s go” Jack takes both your hands pulling you off the couch

“Hey buddy, I’m going to clean up and you and Y/N can go for a walk, okay?”

“Okay” oh god, even Jack looks nervous.

“Okay, buddy let's go” you and Jack get your coats on, take each other’s hands and head towards the door, you look back at Aaron one last time, his eyes giving you all the comfort and encouragement needed, god I hope this goes well.

So here you are, halfway done you walk and you have said anything, you look at the boy ahead of you running and picking up snow, throwing it in the air, smiling as it slowly falls on him, “so Jack” oh god how do you even start this conversation, “why don’t we go sit on that bench over there?” he nodded, running over to it and sitting on it before you even take more than a couple of steps towards it. Thankfully, despite it being December it's not overly cold today, the temperature is nice with a chilly breeze, but the sun is out so it evens out nicely. You sit and put your arm around him, “is there anything that you want to talk about?” he looks down but shits his body to face you. You turn towards him as well and your arm falls from his shoulder and you place it on your knee, opening your palm to the sky, Jack takes the invitation and puts his hand in yours, you close your hand around him, squeezing it, smiling at the contact.

“I miss mommy.” ugh god no, that's it, there goes your heart, it's complete;y broken, irreparable, just cracked right in half. “I don't want to replace her” you squeeze his hand tighter, closing your eyes trying to hide how much his words are actually affecting you.

“Hey,” you lean down to look in his eyes, “I will never replace you, mommy, I love you so much baby, and I love your daddy, and I love you, mommy, just like you do. She was such a good mommy to you,” you lift and hand and boop his nose making you both laugh, “... no matter how hard I try I will never be as good as her, but I can love you both for her and I can be here for you both for as long as you want, I think she would like that, don’t you?” he looks up at you, a little smile growing on his face and jumping into your arms. Your arms wrapped impossibly tight around him and you took a shaking breath, thanking whoever the fuck is out there that that went well. And you thought about Haley, hoping that what you said was true, that she really would like you, that she's happy and that she thinks you’re good enough for her boys, that you are good for them.

“Why don't we make our way back to the house and see if we can rope your dad, into building a snowman with us?” he leaps off the bench, sprinting back to the house at the thought of playing in the snow with his dad, with you trailing behind him.

When you get back to the house you share a look letting him know everything is alright. You manage, with minimal protest, to get Aaron outside, you do in fact build a snowman, but you also have a snowball fight, you defend yourself saying, “it’s unavoidable'' and “a part of Christmas.” eventually you all, wet and cold, went inside, curled yourself up in blankets and snuggled, trying to warm up. Jack says on your lap, Aaron beside you. The three of you had a night of joy and laughter. You watched your, very, sexy boyfriend cook dinner, you ate, eventually got Jack into bed, and found yourself once again snuggling up with Aaron on the couch. “Do-, do you think Haley would like me?”

Aaron gave you a curious look, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you, “ya I do.” although you don't seem fully convinced. He tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting his, “I think she would love how much you do for Jack, she would adore how much you yell at me,” making you both chuckle because you know how true that is, “she would love how kind you are, and how caring, gentle and patient you are. I know how much she appreciates how you keep her memory alive, and despite never knowing her, you still love her, so yes I think she would love you.” he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips, you smile and wrap your arms around his neck.

It's December 10th you're at a store doing some shopping you just remembered you had forgotten about. You pride yourself on being very prepared so not being done yet freaks you out. You are under strict orders not to get any more gifts for Jack, that you spoil him too much, but you can't help, so you choose to ignore that little detail as you're walking through the store.

“Daddy?”

“Ya buddy.”

“I think it’s a good idea.”

Aaron smiled, “ya?”

“Mmhmm”

“So when do you think we should do it?”

Jack taps his lips and scrunches his brow as if in thought, “Christmas Eve!”

“Alright, that seems like a good time.” Aaron has wanted to move forward with you for a long time, it could not make him happier than his son wants that too.

It's Christmas eve morning, one of the worst days because it's not Christmas eve yet and it's not Christmas morning, it's a day of anticipation, it feels like something should be happening but there's nothing left to do but wait. Excitement courses through your body and it have no outlet to escape, just a boring day that feels exciting but can't be. And you have a very energetic little boy on your hands. He's almost literally bouncing off the walls, needing something to do, “why don't we make cookies for Santa?”

“YA YA YA YA YA!” Jack screams jumping up and down

You just put the cookies in the oven and were closing the door when you felt a tug on your hand, Jack was pulling at your waist and Aaron was leaning against the door, Jack had a smile on his face “Will you sleepover tonight?!” You were a little taken back, you had slept over before but it had never been while Jack was home. The lonely time close would be when Jack got dropped off early and you and Aaron hadn’t gotten out of bed yet.

Aaron loudly cleared his throat and Jack looked guiltily, lowering his head and bringing his shoulders up to his ears. You gave Aaron a confused wary look, you didn’t know why Aaron reacted like that nor do you know why Jack looks so guilty “well would you.”

“Are you sure that’s alright?”

“Of course it is”

You studied his face for a split second more, he had a sweet smile on his face, but there was something more, something you didn’t know, nevertheless you accepted

The little boy celebrated jumping into your arms, sending you into a fit of laughter

Aaron sat back and watched, could this be forever? He really hopes so.

Aaron cooked what had to have been what is one of the best dinners you've ever had. The dinner was slightly fancy and he had opened a good bottle of wine, you didn’t think too much of it, it was Christmas Eve. but he and Jack were acting weird, had refilled your glass and told you to “go, relax, I got it.” and was pushed off into the living room. They started off in the kitchen but then they started whispering and now you don't know where they are. So you sit here enjoying your glass of wine, looking out the window as the lights on all the houses shine and snow drifts down. You have a smile on your face, honestly, you're not even conscious of it, you just have had such a good day and it's just so nice sitting here right now, enjoying life.

Your attention was drawn away from the scenery outside by the previously mentioned boys that just so conveniently disappeared, now walking into the living room. Their faces aren't quite mischievous but they are definitely hiding something. When Jack looks at his father your suspicions are confirmed when you see Jack hiding something behind his back, “what going on?” Jack looked at his father for permission, Aaron simply nodded in your direction, sending Jack racing towards you.

You eye Aaron, narrowing your eyes at him before moving them to the boy in front of you. He stood in front of the couch bouncing on the balls of his feet, might go as far as to say that he looks extremely giddy. He takes his hands from behind his back revealing a medium-sized velvet box with a ribbon tied around it, you smile and take it from him, “and what this?”

“Present!”

“But it's not Christmas yet.” you muse

“Does it have to be?” you look up at Aaron with a tight smile and raised eyebrows, but ultimately answer his question by just shaking your head.

You look back at Jack who is now sitting anxiously on the floor, “open it!!”

“Alright alright,” you slide off the couch, joining him on the floor, while Aaron sits on the cushion next to where you were previously sitting. With one last look with Aaron, you turn your eye to the box. You pull the end of the ribbon releasing it from the box, not even watching as it falls to the floor. You carefully open the box revealing a dainty chain with a beautiful key hanging from it, the letters H O M E pressed into it. Your breath was stolen from you, not only by the jewelry but by the implication it holds.

“Y/N” you would look up at your boyfriend but your eyes are glued to the necklace

Aaron watches your face, you are in complete shock, you stare at the necklace committing it to memory, all the muscles in your face pull up slightly, a ghost of a smile spreads across your face, he reaches down for your hand, taking it in his own and you meet his eyes. You both break out into smiles, “I love you, we love you, will you move in and make this your home?”

You blush at the compliment, and smile at the question, “yes” you beam, somehow brighter smiles appear on your faces as he leans down to kiss you.

While Jack would usually be utterly disgusted with this act he simply, “do you like it?”

“I love it, baby.”

“Put it on putting it on!”

“Alright.” you carefully take it out of the case and hand it to Aaron lifting up your hair as he reaches around and clasps it around your neck. Jack crawls into your arms, hugging you and playing with the new piece of jewellery around your neck. You sit and smile and snuggle enjoying the moment and engraving it into your head for the rest of your life.

With the first yawn from Jack you know it's time for bed, “alright Jack bed” you tap his side, motioning for him to get up as he is still on your lap. He gives you big puppy dog eyes and so just reminds him about a certain visitor coming tonight and that has him racing up and to his room, ordering you both to follow.

Aaron helps you off the floor smiling as his hands make their way from yours, trailing up your arms and down your sides placing them on the back of your hips, he smirks and leans down to kiss you, saying you better hurry up to put jack to bed,

How much does he think he’s going to get away with tonight?

You said good night to Jack and now are leaning against his door frame, listening and watching as Aaron puts his son to the bed. You take your necklace into your hands, they talk about the presents and getting up early tomorrow, having to go to bed now so Santa can come, they talk about cookies.., and they talk about how happy they are. You stand here listening thinking how, right now, this, them, it's the rest of your life, that tomorrow will be your first Christmas with your boys, but not your last. And you find yourself just as anxious as the little boy, unable to wait until the morning.

Aaron smiles at you as he leads you into his room- your room, his hand stays on your back as he closes the bedroom door, okay maybe you can wait a little longer for tomorrow.

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