before p12 are together p1 fucks himself with his pistol and imagines it’s p2
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Well at least ive applied to three places and another one reached out to me first to set up a phone interview. We’ll see what happens.
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chat the reblog notes thing tumblr just announced has already started showing up on my dash nooooooo
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Chapter 81 - Finally Relief
“SHH, SHH… It’s okay, my child. It’s okay. Your mother is here with you, don’t worry. I won’t leave you.”
Kyra cooed softly to the baby cradled carefully in her arms, her voice gentle and soothing. The infant had stirred restlessly in his sleep, his tiny face twisting and scrunching up with a hint of the terrible pain that had plagued his small body for so long. She rocked him gently, trying to comfort him even in his unconscious state.
“Is he okay right now?” the Queen Mother asked, her voice laced with deep maternal concern as she watched Kyra from across the room. She’d been checking on Uncle Jorri, but her attention kept drifting to the suffering child.
“For now, yes. He’s stable,” Kyra replied quietly, though her eyes remained shadowed with worry and fear. Dark circles ringed them from countless sleepless nights. “But I don’t know how much longer he can actually hold on like this. The pain keeps getting worse each day.”
She looked up at the Queen Mother, hope and desperation warring in her expression. “What you told me earlier about Master Zack… is it really true? Is there genuinely hope for my son? Or were you just trying to comfort me?”
The Queen Mother smiled gently, warmly, and nodded with absolute confidence. She reached out and patted Uncle Jorri’s sweat-soaked brow with a cool cloth, wiping away the moisture. “Yes. It is completely true. Zack has abilities that can help them both.”
“But will he actually come? What if he can’t make it here today?” Kyra’s voice trembled with nervousness, her grip tightening protectively on her baby. “What if something prevents him? What if—”
“Well, if he doesn’t show up, I’ll just have to give him a thorough beating myself! Hehehe,” the Queen Mother laughed cheerfully, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the sick room.
But her expression soon turned more serious, more sincere. “On a more serious note, Kyra—even if I hadn’t asked him to come, he would have shown up anyway. He’s that kind of person. They’re all good kids with kind hearts.”
As if her words had summoned him, the door suddenly swung open with a firm, confident push.
THUMP!
“Queen Mother! You have to decide—today, once and for all—who’s objectively the strongest among the three of us!” Alfie’s voice thundered through the room as he strutted in with exaggerated swagger. “These two keep lying about their so-called abilities!”
Flanking him on either side were the Big Guy and Zack, both looking equally exasperated and competitive. It was obvious they’d spent the entire walk there locked in heated bickering and playful boasting—ever since Alfie had jumped into the fray midway through their sparring match.
At the sight of Zack entering, Kyra’s entire posture immediately tensed. She instinctively tightened her protective grip on her son, holding him closer to her chest. Her eyes watched Zack warily, uncertain.
“Zack? Why are you here so soon already?” the Queen Mother asked, moving quickly toward them with a worried frown creasing her forehead. “I thought you’d only come here at the end of the day.”
Behind her, Big Guy smoothly pulled Alfie aside by his collar, bringing a finger to his own lips, signalling firmly for him to be quiet. Alfie nodded and went with him to check on Uncle Jorri condition.
“Queen Mother, don’t worry about me at all. I can handle this” Zack said firmly, his voice steady and confident. He didn’t wait for her to argue or protest, gently taking her shoulders and turning her around, then nudging her back toward the others. “Stop delaying me with concerns, or Nat will show up any minute and start nagging loudly in my ear about being reckless.”
He glanced at Uncle Jorri’s pale, pain-stricken face. “Uncle Jorri has already suffered enough these past few days. He needs immediate treatment—before it becomes too late for an easy recovery.”
Zack walked over purposefully to the two beds positioned near each other and looked directly at Kyra, who was still watching him uncertainly.
“Miss Kyra, I want to be absolutely clear about something,” he said, his tone becoming more serious. “I am treating your son only because Queen Mother trusts you completely. I’m doing this for her, not for you. Now, please, lay him down carefully on the bed. I’ll treat them both at the same time as best as I can manage.”
Zack pulled up a wooden chair and positioned it precisely between the two beds, sitting down with focused determination.
“Thank you! Thank you so much, Master Zack!” Kyra bowed repeatedly, her gratitude overflowing from every word. Tears were already forming in her eyes. “I can never repay this kindness! Never!”
She carefully, tenderly placed her precious son down on the soft bed, making sure he was comfortable. Then she leaned down and kissed his tiny forehead gently, her lips lingering there for a long moment. “Mama will be right here. Everything will be okay now.”
She stepped back reluctantly, moving to stand with the others. Her hands clenched together tightly in silent prayer, and she squeezed her eyes shut, lips moving wordlessly as she begged any god who would listen to save her child.
“Hhhhhh——haaahhh…phheewwww”
Zack took a long, deep breath, filling his lungs completely and then releasing it slowly. He needed to center his mind, focus his energy, prepare himself for the difficult task ahead. This would push him to his limits.
He extended his right palm upward, fingers spread wide. A swirling globe of grey energy slowly manifested above it, crackling softly with power. The light cast strange shadows across his concentrated face.
Slowly, painstakingly, he began the grueling process of drawing out the dark, stagnant, poisonous energy that had built up inside the two patients. It resisted him, clinging to their bodies like tar.
Time seemed to crawl by at an agonizing pace. Beads of sweat began to form on Zack’s forehead, then started pouring down his face in steady streams. His brow furrowed deeper and deeper into a pained, intense scowl. Every muscle in his body tensed with effort.
The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. No one dared to even breathe loudly as they watched the flickering grey light pulse and shift above Zack’s shaking hand. The only sounds were the occasional drip of sweat hitting the floor and Uncle Jorri’s laboured breathing.
Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, the sickly black tint that had stained Uncle Jorri’s skin began to recede. It pulled back like a tide, revealing healthier color beneath. His twisted, agonized features slowly softened. The deep lines of pain etched into his face smoothed out, disappearing until he looked peaceful—actually peaceful for the first time in days. He was sleeping restfully now, not fighting against constant agony.
The Queen Mother’s eyes widened with shock and joy. A radiant, beautiful smile broke across her tear-stained face, lighting up her entire expression.
Thank you, Zack. Thank you so much, she whispered silently in her heart, unable to speak aloud. Fresh tears of overwhelming relief finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks freely. She didn’t even try to wipe them away.
Alfie, standing beside her and noticing her emotional distress, quietly pulled out a clean cloth from his pocket and handed it to her without a word. She took it with a grateful nod, pressing it to her face, unable to stop the quiet sobbing that shook her shoulders.
The little boy in the other bed also began to visibly relax. His tiny limbs, which had been constantly shifting and jerking in pain, finally went still and peaceful. His heartbreaking whimpering ceased entirely. His breathing evened out into the deep, steady rhythm of genuine rest. He drifted into what looked like a truly restorative, healing slumber for the first time since his illness began.
The Queen Mother turned away from Jorri and gently placed her hand on Kyra’s trembling shoulder, squeezing with comfort and reassurance.
Kyra slowly opened her eyes, afraid to hope. When she saw her son’s peaceful, relaxed face—no pain, no suffering—her breath caught in her throat.
THAP!
Her legs suddenly gave out completely, and she sank to the hard floor. It felt as though an enormous mountain that had been crushing her chest for months had finally been lifted away. She could breathe. She could actually breathe freely.
She stared at her child, unable to look away, smiling through her tears. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out loud and disturbing the healing silence. Her whole body shook with silent, grateful sobs.
Alfie quietly moved to position himself between the two mothers, doing his best to offer silent comfort and support to them both. He stood there like a gentle guardian, ready to catch either of them if they collapsed further.
After a few more long, tense minutes, Zack’s hands finally stopped glowing. The grey energy dissipated.
Then a sharp, crisp sound suddenly echoed through the quiet room.
TAAKKK!
Big Guy had moved silently behind Zack and delivered a swift, precise chop to the back of the exhausted young man’s head, sending him instantly into unconsciousness. Zack’s eyes rolled back immediately.
“GAH! Son, what are you doing?! Don’t use so much force on him!” Queen Mother cried out in alarm, jumping up despite her tears and rushing toward them.
“Umm, I only hit him very lightly, Queen Mother,” Big Guy said with complete calm and casualness, easily catching Zack’s limp body before he could fall forward and hurt himself. “His head is extremely thick and hard. Nothing bad will happen to him. Trust me.”
He effortlessly lifted the unconscious Zack like he weighed nothing and carefully tucked him into the bed positioned beside Uncle Jorri, making sure he was comfortable and safe.
Queen Mother took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She approached Zack’s bed and sat on the edge, reaching out to stroke his sweat-dampened hair lovingly, brushing it back from his forehead.
“Thank you, son,” she whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for helping us when we had no one else. Please forgive this weak mother for not being able to do more for you children’s. I wish I could protect you all better.”
She gently pulled the covers up over him properly and then leaned down to kiss his forehead tenderly, her lips lingering there with motherly affection. Then she stood and moved to check on Jorri, touching his face and finding it cool and peaceful.
Kyra, meanwhile, had crawled on her hands and knees to her son’s bedside. She pulled herself up and leaned over him, checking him over with trembling hands. The improvement was undeniable, miraculous. His skin had better color. His breathing was easy and natural.
“Oh, my precious baby… sleep tight and heal,” she whispered, fresh tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry you had to be in such terrible pain for so long. Please forgive your useless mother for not being able to help you sooner.”
After spending a long moment tenderly stroking her son’s tiny hand, Kyra finally stood up. She walked slowly, almost reverently, to Zack’s bed where he lay unconscious from his efforts.
She knelt down on the hard floor beside his bed and bowed fully, completely, her forehead pressing against the cold ground in a profound gesture of eternal debt and gratitude. She remained there in that position, unmoving, silent, for several long minutes.
STEP STEP THUMP!
“Get up, Miss Kyra! Huff… huff…” A hurried, breathless voice suddenly broke the heavy silence.
Nat burst through the door, practically flying into the room. Her breathing was a complete mess from running at full speed through the palace corridors.
“Just… just don’t break my mother’s trust in you!” Nat managed to say between gasps for air, her chest heaving.
Kyra immediately rose from her prostrated position and bowed deeply, formally to the Princess, holding the bow for a long moment. “I won’t, Princess. I swear it on my life.”
Then she quietly retreated back to her son’s side, sitting in a chair beside his bed and taking his little hand gently in hers.
Nat smiled warmly at her, showing she held no ill will, then immediately marched over to Zack’s bed with quick steps. She climbed up onto it without hesitation and sat cross-legged beside his unconscious form.
She reached out and checked his pulse carefully, her fingers pressing against his wrist. Steady. Strong. Good.
Then she whipped her head around sharply to glare with narrowed eyes at Alfie and the Big Guy, who were standing together trying to look innocent.
“Hey, don’t glare at me like that! I’m just an innocent bystander here!” Alfie squeaked, immediately backing away from the Big Guy and pointing an accusing finger directly at him. “It was all him! He’s the violent one!”
“Hmm. Big Sister Nat, Alfie is blatantly lying to your face right now,” Big Guy said with a completely straight face, his expression perfectly serious and trustworthy. “You know very well what a gentle gentleman I am. It was actually him—the violent little angry man. He viciously attacked poor Brother Zack from behind when he wasn’t looking.”
Alfie’s mouth fell completely open in pure, absolute shock. His eyes went wide with disbelief.
“GAH! That is a complete and utter lie! I object strongly to this false accusation!” he sputtered, his face turning red.
“Sigh… Alfie, my dear brother, it’s really not good for your soul to lie like this,” Big Guy shook his head slowly in exaggerated mock disappointment, like a parent scolding a naughty child. “Just accept your mistake honestly and apologize. It’ll be better for everyone.”
“GRR! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU TRAITOR!” Alfie roared, his face now completely red with rage and embarrassment. He lunged at the much larger man with his fists raised.
TAK! TAK!
Two more swift hand-chops landed simultaneously on the heads of the brawling men with perfect precision.
“Shut up, both of you! Don’t talk so loudly in here!” Maren’s voice rang out sharply. “COME OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!”
Maren and Fia had appeared in the doorway like avenging angels. Without another word or any ceremony, they each grabbed one of the troublemakers and dragged them forcefully out of the room by their collars like misbehaving puppies.
“You’re disturbing sick people!” Fia added quietly but firmly as they hauled the men away.
The door closed behind them, muffling the sounds of continued protests and arguing.
“Is Brother Zack okay?” Sio asked nervously, approaching the bed carefully. Her young face was creased with genuine worry.
Nat’s fierce glare immediately softened into a sweet, reassuring smile when she looked at the girl. She nodded and reached out to gently poke Zack’s cheek playfully.
“He’s perfectly fine. Just being stupid and overworking himself as usual,” she said fondly, though there was underlying concern in her voice.
“Sigh… I even got completely ready and made myself look so beautiful for today,” a soft, slightly complaining voice came from behind Nat. “And now he’s just sleeping through it all.”
It was Emmy, standing behind her with her arms crossed and smirking playfully. “Now where am I supposed to get my well-deserved praise from? Who’s going to tell me I look nice?”
“Oye, Emmy, stop saying such weird things and get out of here,” Nat muttered, glancing back over her shoulder with a small smile. “Go check on all the preparations for today’s events and don’t call for me. I’ll come down when Zack wakes up. Until then, just handle everything out there without me.”
“Hmm, how can I possibly leave without my man on such an important occasion?” Sio suddenly said in a teasing voice, mimicking Nat’s tone in an exaggerated, cute, high-pitched manner. “My heart would break!”
“My future husband is so badly hurt! I have completely failed as a wife!” Little Princess joined in enthusiastically, having arrived earlier in a gorgeous, elaborate dress prepared for the day’s festivities. “Will he divorce me for being useless?!”
“You two stop your nonsense right now!” Nat laughed despite herself, glaring playfully at both of them. “Otherwise, my hand will personally meet your naughty little asses and turn them bright red! Don’t test me!”
The girls shared a round of bright giggles, continuing to tease Nat affectionately for a few more moments. The room filled with the warm sound of their laughter.
Queen Mother smiled at the scene, then stepped forward. “Yes, yes, enough of this playing around. Let’s go, everyone. Let them rest in peace and quiet.”
She turned specifically to Nat, her expression becoming more tender. “Take good care of him, daughter. He needs rest.”
Nat nodded lovingly, her eyes never leaving Zack’s peaceful sleeping face. “I will, Mother. I promise.”
As the group began to filter out of the room one by one, heading toward the door, Queen Mother paused near Kyra.
“Kyra, let’s go. Let your son sleep and heal properly,” she said gently but firmly. “He’s okay now, completely stable. Zack will treat him even more fully later when he has recovered his energy. For now, you need to freshen up and eat something. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
Her voice became more serious. “And remember—don’t say a single word about any of this outside this room. Not to anyone. Understand?”
“YES, MY QUEEN,” Kyra replied immediately with a deep, formal bow. “I understand completely. Not a word.”
She cast one last, long, lingering look at her peacefully sleeping son, drinking in the sight of him finally resting without pain. Then, reluctantly, she forced herself to follow the others out of the room.
The door closed softly behind them with a quiet click, leaving only Nat and the three sleeping figures.
Now alone in the quiet room, Nat looked around at the peaceful scene and couldn’t help but giggle softly.
“Hehe… three men of completely different ages, all sleeping like little babies,” she whispered to herself with amusement, shaking her head fondly. “So much for you guys always acting so tough and strong and manly.”
She reached out and gently patted Zack’s head, running her fingers through his hair affectionately.
“I’m still a bit mad at you!” she murmured to his unconscious form. “Tricking me with those devil girls and then coming here all alone to do something dangerous… does this count as hiding things from me?”
She paused, then smiled warmly. “Well, I guess I can forgive you just this once, since you worked so incredibly hard for us and helped people I care about. But don’t make it a habit!”
Nat settled herself more comfortably on the bed, adjusting her position so she could watch all three sleeping figures. Her eyes kept drifting back to Zack’s face, memorizing every detail.
Time slowly passed in comfortable silence. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the room. The only sounds were the gentle breathing of the sleeping men and the occasional distant noise from the palace.
Nat sat vigil over them, a gentle guardian watching over those she loved, content to wait however long it took for Zack to wake.
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AUTHOR BLABBERING
Greetings, everyone! Slowly but surely, the air is warming up, and summer is tiptoeing closer with each passing day. I’m already bracing myself for the heat — let’s hope I can survive this fiery season without melting away!
How’s the weather in your part of the world, my fellow readers? Is it gentle and kind, or is it already turning into a blazing furnace? I love hearing about the little details of your days, so share them with me — it makes this journey feel more connected.
Stay cool, stay cheerful, and let’s keep turning pages together as the seasons change. Until next time, may the breeze be kind and the sunshine gentle! 🌿✨
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i actually have an end of titration appointment in a couple of weeks which is wild when ive not interacted with psych uk in months. but goddamn i have been having such an awful time without meds recently i almost want to beg them to take me back
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not to be nyrapilled on main but in a recent reblog i said that she doesn’t work for historical misogyny settings and i think part of the reason is her way of doing womanhood with combines:
- martial skills being expected of her regardless of her gender,
- ability to play a male archetype as a woman,
- bisexuality,
- her own expression being somewhat more “masculine,” but not to the level she would consider masc,
- all of the above being seen as normal or at the very least, a quirk as opposed to a flaw.
deny her any of these, make her fight for it, and she’s a different person. nyra’s a funky character like that where, if you change one (1) circumstance about her, she becomes a slightly different person. there’s a continuity, sure, but differences with her are felt more than they are with other ocs i’ve ported places.
this isn’t helped by her gw2 canon being as detailed and long as it is, and good job to anyone who’s able to piece it all together into anything coherent from the snippets from my brain. if she were a video game companion, she’d have a crapton of variables a la aeran from wayfarer!!!
all this to say: yesterday i offered you nyra, today i offer you nyra, tomorrow guess what
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yeah.. . I can be passionate at times lol I am also dyslexic and read fast much to my detriment
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Ough. I do not know when I will rewatch a playthrough of that game but what I remember hurts enough 👍
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adding to the list of things that are more painful/meaningful knowing what we do now about sakura’s past and how it likely warped his self image - but ume telling sakura that he’s a good person and him immediately widening his eyes and snapping (as he does when he gets scared of course) because “you can’t SAY shit like that to me of all people”
