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[greywoe]

child ward in search of belonging indulges in juvenile fantasies as a coping mechanism. sad!

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[deoidesign]

I adore reading your rambling tags, don't stop posting things there 😩

Don't you worry. I think I might be incapable of stopping idk what happened I never used to tag ramble

[unproduciblesmackdown]

payoff of being embedded in a unit of authoritarianism since birth is sure then being able to go like "wow this is just like dynamics & phenomena i experienced up close & personal, repeatedly, in many contexts & configurations in my first two decades of life" plus also beyond that in abuse culture world & the noncoincidence that even interactions beyond the confines of the home(tm) reinforced / did not contradict the hierarchy & concomitant abuse within....but then like hey yeah also the Larger Units of hierarchy & abuse / authoritarianism (ft. their logics & practices necessary for continuously & continually shoring up that hierarchy) can also make it like hey yeah the Two Parent abusive nuclear family more like the Two Party [the US is also a one party state but in typical american extravagance they have two] where right wingness is defined by the degree of directly embracing white supremacy & "left wing" is "anything else" hence like wow The Left is always infighting (everyone with any ideas besides "umm christofascist white ethnostate?" so like yeah there are many other ideas) vs The Right's admirable cohesion (simply re: the white supremacy idea which also necessarily embraces all other Out Group / Nonperson paradigms & practices b/c that's what all already has been necessary for shoring up the [when has the US been a nongenocidal non white supremacist non oligarchy])

like obviously individual experiences & contexts vary but like narrowing in on [the Family as immediate relations ideally cordoned off into nuclear households] ft. [Parental Authority the top priority of which is preserving that authority, ideally patriarchal, an abusive mother e.g.? hey, that ought to be the father] times it's like, think people tend to struggle re: having the "nicer" / "safer" parent who was also shitted on as well but also at the end of the day would always side with the "meaner" "more dangerous" parent, even in whatever terms most sympathetic to the abused parties, with the underlying logic that we're always just going to have to deal with them so some secret strategic mitigation is the best that can be done, perhaps the equivalent of being sent a ":(" after an Onslaught Of Expressed / Enforced Authority(tm) event....the tendency to see the best in any lack of actual intervention / protection on the assumption That Could Never Happen Anyway & forever At Least that the one parent isn't as bad as the other [the Not That Bad / Could've Been Worse infocation, like free bingo square in manifestations of minimization if not outright abuse denial] & all the sympathy for, you know, being human & doing their best(tm) &c which sure might all be true but the abused parties (oft children, more vulnerable than adults, by virtue of being children i.e. considered legal property of some specific adults & theoretical property of any adults in general (the paternal logic in any "protect [xyz]" like maintain one group's supposed ownership / control over [xyz] "for their sake" then? great) & also generally smaller & newer at being alive in this world) but who are liable to not extend that sympathy to themselves (or certainly not be extended that sympathy....when is "they're doing their best / they're only human / they mean well or whatever / they love you, they're family" successfully deployed the Thwart an abusive parent like it is to tell an abused child to not be too resentful of this situation, when is it actually deployed toward the abusive parent at all really. & again in the lack of boundary between the authoritarianism within many individual family households & that of the state they exist in (here re: the US) like that naturally one encounters the logic of abuse expressed just as "common knowledge" & the Assumptions of other people, e.g. the rejection of a parent having zero access to a child, the reinforcement of automatic apologia deployed for whatever a parent could possibly do, argued for "family", yet not deployed the same way to automatically defend anything thee child(tm) could do, thinking emoji lol....see: like the non boundary between [the Patriarchal home/family(tm)] & capitalism when uh oh capitalism the system of continuously maximizing exploitation Needs various forms of labor to be unpaid, uh oh another lack of boundary when white supremacy is used to also shore up the patriarchy that shores up the white supremacy, e.g. that even if in some "inferior" class it's treated as More Important that at least you're not that And black, the theoretical ideal/normal white man is a person while a white woman is a woman while a black woman is black, white women could have any legal property via chattel slavery which needed white women's participation to help enforce, the specter of sexual violence all coming from nonwhite & especially black men & it's up to the genteel white man to Protect Women (see prev, implicitly white or you'd have to specify otherwise)

anyway that is to get around to pointing to the Two Parent System wherein so shockingly the results are the same as the One Parent System re: abuse maintaining The Family (properly, i.e. unquestionable & certainly undeniable parental access to children, & "ideally" ofc again the patriarchal Father as ultimate authority w/ownership over the Mother, who in turn is theoretically honored for that motherhood (at least you own your children, insofar as it doesn't contradict w/what the father wants to do with his superior claim to ownership) & then finally all the obviously shittiness from being in that position in a patriarchy is in turn dumped on The Children who are ungrateful & owe the mother everything Because of what the broader society & immediate personal expressions of that abuse have done to her. see also ofc that two adults likely don't have the resources to raise a child in time or money or energy, maybe there's only one but also even an extended family's worth of adults aren't enough, is it enough when a child is sent to school for some other adults to be in charge most of the day, or even if someone is hired to look after them beyond that, all this ofc with the assumed premise that a child is always limited to the various Domains of The Adults In Charge, & from there i segue into how naturally being in gay baby jail unless & until adults are no longer recognized as Legally In Charge Of You (the grand like 5 minutes it's relatively been since the ideal timeline of a woman's life wasn't being legal property of her father until asap passed along to legal property of her husband. still considered ideal ofc but like with "maybe you can have a bank account" now & "maybe you can become 29 before you're in Old Maid danger" Maybe, i said, Maybe....anyway that obviously adults(tm) being divided up (atomised. spritz) into Households isn't even supposed to be enough to live on their own, re: necessitating Marriage, much less uh oh having kids who are stuck with their parents who are stuck with them, but then all the obvious actual problems & abuses inflicted on Adults to have to have their family households & exploited jobs are dumped on the children who Must appreciate & be loyal to the parents (i.e. never Deny Access) while yknow kids have Fake Problems they're whining about, the one Real Problem of having to pay a bill gets the payoff of leverage to tell your children to shut the fuck up or perhaps the more vulnerable spouse

hm didn't segue right into "so shoutout to like The Ratchet Effect diagrams lol, the "Two" Party System where its supposed left wing Blocks Movement To The Left, right wing Moves Everything To The Right" but even that is like, mm, conferring a passivity to what democrats do in the continual movement to the right (won an election? lost an election? the lesson either way is The Right Is Right; exact same logic as in "winning or losing" "the war on crime" like the collection & analysis of whatever statistics show the trend of some "crime" is increasing in frequency or magnitude? show that it's decreasing? the lesson either way is Cops Need More Power) like the institutional effort of democrats to push a candidate nobody wants through primaries (did we even do that this time around. oh great that the assumed candidate even graciously agreed to not force themself as The Candidate, & now like 5 min left with the Next In Line candidate dumped on everyone now with the lesson for the left(tm) to shut up already lol) & then it's up to Grassroots Voters. it's up to Unity & well we all Need to listen to the white supremacists, points were made, in the "elections" with voting as limited as possible & with the electoral college & supreme court as Safeguards against democracy & here's the senate, eternally thus, & again the conclusions will always manage to be moving To The Right, paraphrasing from twitter like democrats are about to be or already at the point of "in the name of unity we will no longer be running against republicans; it's too divisive :(" which yknow is already The Statements of all of yesterday from various like "i'm the republican official white supremacy agree-er now" after also the entire campaign of "no, I'm the fascist" where like wow shocking that the appeal to the fascists didn't win a) the fascists who will ofc want the even more overt fascism, why wouldn't they or b) the people who want antifascism actually, and do not want fascism; who could have foreseen? & it's always the fault of being Too Antifascist for the actions of the fascists or the Diplomatic Comprimises the other party makes with the fascists &/or their Failure to thwart them....the Nicer, Safer party in power is surely doing their best & at least they're not the Meaner, More Dangerous one but at the end of the day they'll always side with that party over america(tm) & those bearing the brunt of the actions of State Power can be told to keep their chin up or else to stop acting out b/c how do you expect that state power to respond, cmon, you bring it upon yourself, & you Have to work with them & understand all their feelings & your role in resolving those feelings by being lesser inferior property, you do Have to understand, b/c in the end this is All About Family, surely Good & Necessary, whoops i mean in the end this is All About America

anyway yeah i'm like damn my "nicer" (also shitty) father who was also the even more sexist & racist (& certainly no Less ableist, queerphobic) parent was basically the democratic party of the Two Parent System of Family Government lol. b/c we Need to perpetuate this Family, no other logics much less actions are acceptable....& people struggling with the Parent / Adults in their life like that who were the "safe" & "protective" ones who markedly failed to protect & minimized the harm afterwards but also in general, never to confront the reality of the situation, or do damage control like "aw some points were made at all :( ah i see you have Feelings about this :( hmm yes the Parental Power is gonna have to make some changes" & then as soon as possible (assuming reeling in the party who was deviating too much) these changes(tm) are already compromised or diminished if done at all, & then oops things incrementally might be right back to how they always were, no guarantees it won't be Worse b/c the Power is even more insecure / aware of weaknesses, & the only way this is thwarted is if the Wayward Parties can actually leverage new boundaries / less vulnerability, not b/c the supposedly sympathetic parties, who never came through where it counts & likely would also become overt antagonizers / wielders of whatever power within the Family hierarchy / turn on the more vulnerable parties to Get Them In Line, actually came through. movement Away (more disruptive to the maintenance of The Family, The State) is blocked, incrementally only ever moving everything back, & then Further....& despite this being what the power structures are, & do, the Disruptive parties liable to be scapegoated lol, can't believe the scapegoat child is ruining everything for everyone, this Family would totally improve & start being everything it could be otherwise & we ignore who actually has the power & is actually enforcing the hierarchy harming everyone to point to that scapegoat; can't believe thee left is destroying america (republican voice) can't believe the left is destroying america (democrat voice) So You See? The Undeniable Consensus. just like how i believe it was my fault my family unit was Like That & i had those experiences, according to the vast majority of Input from that family & even others who, knowing nothing, would say how Lucky i was to be relatively close to home, or just of course that oh well parents love their children & mean well & try their best. just like how i believe that being treated like i've been generally as a neurononconforming person, i.e. hated & the interpersonal abuse & bullying & ostracization & [attention possibilities: ignored, responded to but negatively, interacted with to get something from] & actually rewarding interactions or just actions being liable to get Deluxe authority responses as disruptive(tm) & ofc disobedient(tm) like hell fuckin yeah lol. just as i don't think that other people who have similar experiences or ones i don't have, i.e. assessed race being automatically seen as wrong / inferior, being isolated & undermined from all around? well gotta be their fault then, cmon lol....Abuse is actually normative, not extraordinary, in every Arena of interactions, & so are the logics / apologia / assumptions

anyway lol re: like yeah people struggling with the like betrayal of the "nooo i'm on your side, i sympathize, i'm the one who's nicer & you Need so that things aren't even worse" party, not even One Big Novel betrayal, but rather that that's what's Been done the whole time & doesn't stop. that supposedly if you have Any sympathy for that party you have to be like aw :( keep doing your thing (necessarily reining everyone in) or if you have Any sympathy for the people who also want things to improve but blame & take it out on the more disruptive parties (more disruptive to an abusive family e.g., btw. & not like i see Cohesion as necessarily some Good rather than neutral? when i'm autistic / my existence is supposedly antithetical to this? or when i'm able to look at a zillion hypothetical or actual situations & recognize how "cohesion" isn't the best goal / a destructive one / a vague concept anyways like cohesion Between Whom? on what basis? recognized & pursued how? why? up next: same as vague shit like "family" or "community" &c) then it's like yep gotta be Responsible for their feelings too if you're at all sympathetic & capitulate, The Only Possible Action, vs the idea of those in power actually making things shit stopping, much less being stopped / having to stop in the various ways that can happen....one way being "oh no, adult children who choose to be no-contact with parents" which is seen as A Tragedy, & sign of a Deteriorating Society, take me back. ah jeez oh no, look at the divorce raaates....Oh No, twentysomething women aren't pursuing marriage enoughhhh....again the undetectably identical echo when people peak vaguely talk about "conflicts" that thwart "community" or whatever, ugh nobody will date anymore, commit anymore, be friends anymore, hang out as coworkers anymore, talk to me if i want to talk to them anymore, &ccccc....

the real tl;dr is like wait ""two party"" (one party) US electoral system, just like ""two parent"" maintenance of thee family lol. ratchet effect raise your hand if you've only ever experienced Movement Away from the abusive family blocked, forever incrementally ratcheted back in to the desires & pursuits of those most in power / top of the hierarchy / thus of course most invested in the abuse, that's what the power & hierarchy is made of, sustained by, perpetuates....sorry doing our best :( sorry that's just all that's realistic, no other choice Really. cmon. kind of Your Fault if you don't agree to that & whoops now Everything is the fault of whoever doesn't agree & cooperate enough :( now look what you've done & brought upon yourself :( & we'll just forget the eruption of violence suppression happened & will happen again & be the overhanging threat all in the meantime

[m00njelly2]

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Hello

This is my little hideaway for my horny thoughts! I’m a 19 year old, born in 2005, from the USA, & bi. You might recognize me from my old blogs @/littlec0ner, @/princessje11yf1sh, & @/moonjelly! I do have a throne list, telegram & cash app if you would like to support me they are at the very bottom !

BACK UP @m00njelly3 PLEASE FOLLOW IT

DNI

MINORS

Blank blogs

Racists

homophobic & Transphobic people

Zionists

MAGA weridos

What I’m into

Age g@p, daddy k!nk, size difference, strength k!nk, br33ding kink, fauc3t, an@l, r@pe fantasy, oral fixation etc (will add more as I remember & explore)

What I’m not into

R@ce Play, extreme violence, scat, toilet stuff, that animal stuff forgot what it’s called

Disclaimer

I don’t condone anything illegal, if you think/ wish anything about my fantasizes are real gtf off my blog! All fantasizes are between consenting adults with pre-established limits

How to interact with Me

First and foremost, I love interacting with people but I have rules that I asked that are followed for my own personal safety & comfort!

I prefer asks over DM’s: my DM’s get flooded easily & quickly, I’m more likely to respond if you send an ask!

When send asks make sure it’s something you would say to someone you just met, even if it’s a kinky ask the same thought process applies

If I don’t answer your ask don’t take it personally: either I don’t want to answer it, or I’ve answered something like this before, or it’s already answered in this post

If you chose to DM me remember: one if I don’t respond don’t take it personally. Two, I’m not always in the mood for sexting so if you come into the conversation with that energy I’ll straight up tell you I’m not down. Three, if I stop responding, again, don’t take it personally my DM’s probably got flooded again or I’m busy

I do have sessions but there are separate rules for that

Sessions

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I’m more selective on sessions I’ll be honest lol

I’m more likely to respond if you send something interesting (aka be original 😭🙏🏽)

Featured Tags

Jelly’s thoughts - for all my thoughts

Jelly’s pics - for all my pics/videos

Jelly’s answer - when I answer asks

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Physical Description

5’0 or 4’11

130 pounds

32 DDD / 32E

Long wavy/ curly black hair

More about me

I’m a student so I’m not here all the time a lot of what I post is on queue/ schedules

I’m a cat mom of 2

I’m an active person, I weight lift, swim, and hike

I’m a homebody, but still extroverted

I yap… like alot

My hobbies include reading, cooking(learning how to), kpop, anime, marine biology, Star Wars, & DC comics

I’m a virgin lol

Tend to follow back if I think you/your blog is cool/funny or if I like the aesthetic

If you decide to spoil me ($10 or more) let me know in my DM’s and send me proof, I’ll send you something special🤭 (just make sure I can submit media into your inbox, and remind me I forgot ) (also wanted to add that anything as of the 1/10/24 is being put towards my tuition.)

[etanow]

MASTER POST

The Experimental Monster Laboratory, or Monster Labs, is a TADC AU where the cast is in the physical world! Sorta..

C&A Research Facilities is one of the cornerstones of the science and medical worlds! They do everything; funding research, manufacturing equipment, and research into the known and unknown in an effort to understand everything. To the public, that is.

They experiment heavily in everything, from hiring literal Gods on earth to manage the more ..sensitive divisions; mixing machine and magic, technology and the supernatural, genetic experimentation, you name it, they’ve probably done it! The world outside may not know anything of the advancements they’re researching but there is little C&A Labs won’t allow in the name of progress in understanding and cataloging everything in their universe. Our story takes place in one of the more private residencies deep in C&A, belonging to Caine; a minor God with mysterious origins, unknown limitations, and boundless enthusiasm for learning everything he can about his little science friends.

╰┈➤ Content

╚═ Unnamed fic (Coming soon...) ╚═ Bubble can cook?? .

╰┈➤ Asks

╚═ Does Pomni act like a zombie? ╚═ Is Zooble's Demon Snake Leg happy? ╚═ Gangle is in a Situation.png ╚═ Gangle's temperament ╚═ Has Ragatha ever shocked anyone? ╚═ Gangle love RAAAH ╚═ Do Caine and Ragatha fight over Pomni? ╚═ Why did Gangle summon a demon? ╚═ Why does Pomni wear a bell collar? ╚═ Kinger's eye ╚═ What if there was a baby crying? ╚═ Death trauma [Gangle and Pomni] ╚═ Kinger has ONE hobby outside of Bugs ╚═ Is Zooble protective of Gangle? ╚═ What happens when you touch Pomni's brain? ╚═ JAX DATED SOMEONE?? ╚═ What does Jax do? .

╰┈➤ References

╚═ Intro Cards ╚═ Height Chart Lineup ╚═ Zooble Demon Snake Leg Intro Card /j ╚═ Queenie ╚═ Gummigoo ╚═ The Sun Room ╚═ Logo .

╰┈➤ Arts

╚═ First ML AU Post ╚═ Second, exploring outfits ╚═ Design sketches part 2 ╚═ Pomni + flower language ╚═ Showtime + Ragapom doodles ╚═ Jax not practicing lab safety ╚═ Abstragedy cuddles ╚═ Raga doodle ╚═ Ragapom doodle ╚═ Jax and Meadowsweet ╚═ Pomni staring out a fake window.png ╚═ [Gives pomni flowers] ╚═ more doodles ig

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╰┈➤ Misc.

╚═ Caine Lemon Rant [Animatic] ╚═ Zodiac signs?? ╚═ Caine gets called a Tumblr Sexyman and cries ╚═ Bubble Looksmaxxing ╚═ Jax wants to take ketamine with you (Romantically) ╚═ Caine eats a lemon [Animatic] ╚═ BUNNYSUITSSS ╚═ Magma doodles ╚═ Magma doodles part 2

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╰┈➤ Pomniverse

╚═ Wonderland and Zombni are friends :D

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╰┈➤ Boundaries / Q&A

╚═ Any story plans? I'm not sure yet, currently writing a fic and several comics on the way.

╚═ Any boundaries? None, so go crazy! I am OK with gore, NSFW, angst, violence, etc, just be sure it is tagged/TW'd appropriately as not everyone is OK with that content. I'd also like to see please LOL

╚═ Can we create fanart/fics/content? Can we dub or fancam? Yes of course!! Please tag me, I'd love to see all of it! I'm tracking the tag #TADC Monster Labs AU for other's content

╚═ Is NSFW allowed? Yes, both art and fic, so long as it's marked appropriately I'd very much love to see!

╚═ Can I ship the characters, self-ships, or OC x Canon? Yes, ship away! Just be aware the only au-canon ships are Caine/Pomni, Ragatha/Pomni, Gangle/Zooble, and PAST Ragatha/Jax.

╚═ Can we make OCs? Go on ahead! Here is a PSD file for the blank template and the PNG can be found here.

╚═ Who are you?

✦✧ Hi I'm Audi! 26, she/they. Full-time office worker, I do art in my free time. ✦ My current interests are TADC, RWBY, Looney Tunes, and Trolls. ✧ I draw using a custom PC, a Huion Kamvas 16 (2.5K), and Adobe Photoshop. Currently learning to use Procreate. ✦ I do not RP and this isn't an ask blog, asks interacting directly with characters will probably not be answered. ✧ Asks are not guaranteed to be answered, sorry if yours isn't but please don't spam/send multiple times! ✦ Commissions and requests are not open at this time, thank you. ✧ My main tumblr is Audi-art. My Twitter is Hammerspaced.

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:19」 — c.seungcheol

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➮ merman!Seungcheol × fem!Reader wc: 2.7k summary: It’s been a few weeks since Y/N last came to the small seaside town where her boyfriend resides and suffice it to say, he’s missed her greatly. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: i wasn’t sure what direction i wanted to go in with this but I’m happy with the way it went. As usual, Cheol gets the daddy treatment. I swear one of these days I won’t write him with a daddy kink. It just fits so fucking well. This is kinda self indulgent but I hope my s.coups stan readers enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! Thank you for reading. Next part of Kinktober is Wooyoung and is kinda similar to this in that he’s a siren! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), daddy kink, choking (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection. Cheol doesn’t need it. He’s a merman lol), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), sex on a boat, use of pet names (babe, sweetheart, angel, pearl, etc.), and i think i got them all. if i missed any, please let me know!  kinks: Daddy kink + choking dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.❜❜

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“Fuck,” you groaned as you pulled into a parking space. “I’m so fucking late!” You grabbed your things, rushing to get out of the car and rush to the trunk, glancing up at the sky as you pulled your suitcase out of the trunk, slamming it shut before hurrying across the parking lot.

The wind swirled around you, the smell of sea water permeating the air as you headed for the marina, suitcase in tow. The sun was beginning to set and you only had a few hours to get to the islet before sundown if you wanted to dock safely.

As you crossed the gangway, you felt a chill creep in, the clouds moving in as gulls flew overhead, calling out in successive squawks. You reached the door to the marina office, pulling it open and stepped over the threshold into the small building, smiling at the man behind the counter as he read a newspaper, looking over you with an unamused expression.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly as you walked to the counter, pulling your suitcase. “I have a reservation.” The man glanced at your suitcase, your choice of attire before he set his newspaper aside. “Name?” he asked in a monotonous voice.

As you gave him your name, he checked the book, brows raising as he found your reservation. “You’re a regular,” he noted as he started filling out the paperwork. He went over the papers, having you sign and date the appropriate documents before he handed over the keys. “I don’t think you need me to tell you to be careful,” he started. “But it’s getting rough out there,” he added.

You thanked him, promising that you weren’t going far and you’d be safe.

He showed you to the boat that was yours for the duration of your trip and went over the typical safety stuff. After a thorough last minute lesson, not that you needed it, you thanked him, boarded the boat and put your things down below in the cabin before setting off, casting off from the dock and slowly taking the boat out to sea.

You followed your GPS, remembering exactly where the islet was located.

You knew by memory how to get there but having the extra tools was nice.

The sun was at the horizon by the time the rocky shore of the small island came into view and you carefully maneuvered to the old wooden dock, tossing the rope to pull yourself parallel with the dock.

Once the boat was securely docked, you went down into the cabin to change, hoping that you weren’t too late.

Seungcheol had spent the last couple weeks patrolling the waters of the sleepy seaside town he called home. Not that he actually lived in town. No, how could he? His home was the water. He’d been expecting you to show up for two weeks now and still there had been no sign of you. Not a word, not a whisper. He was starting to get worried.

As he watched the marina, he saw no movement, the sun almost completely below the horizon. He let out a frustrated groan, diving below the surface of the icy water as he headed for the islet, hoping that maybe he just missed you and that you were already there.

As he neared the islet, he surfaced, squinting in the darkness and saw a boat moored at the dock, his heart leaping in his chest as a smile spread across his face, the urge to do a happy dance taking over him before he pushed it down and dove under the water once more, swimming straight for the boat.

You had just finished eating dinner and washed the dishes when you heard a thump against the side of your boat. Getting up from the bed, you climbed the steps to the deck, turning on the search light and moving it around, shining it over the water.

There was another thump and you quickly grabbed the handheld torch, turning it on with a click and walking over to the starboard side to peer over the railing at the water below. There was a splash and a flash of a dark shadow but you couldn’t see anything else.

Another thump came but from the port side this time, so you crossed over, about to shine a light when you heard another knock on the starboard side and you stopped, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“Choi Seungcheol, stop fucking with me,” you snapped, your voice loud in the darkness over the sound of the waves lapping at the rocks. The thumping stopped followed by the sound of someone blowing raspberries from the stern. You walked towards the back where the ladder was and peered over the edge to find looking back at you the familiar face of the man you’d come to see.

You could see his tail, scales glittering in the beam of your light.

“Stop playing around and get up here,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned and started to head back towards the steps to the cabin. “There’s clean, dry clothes and a towel on the bridge.”

You climbed down the steps as you heard him follow you, climbing the ladder. You could hear him above deck, moving about as he dragged himself along before the sound was replaced with footsteps.

Moments later, he appeared, barefoot and dressed in the clothes you left for him as he dried his hair and joined you below deck. “Hey,” he said breathlessly. “Hi,” you said as you sat back down on the bed. He ran the towel over his hair once more as he looked around. “Nice boat,” he said as he inspected. “How long do you have it for?”

“Just the week,” you said as you picked up your laptop, continuing to scroll through the page of real estate. Seungcheol tossed the towel in the hamper and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. You turned to look at him, the end of a pen between your teeth as you wrote down in a notebook. 

His hair was still damp, some of it sticking to his forehead. The pale blue shirt you’d given him was sticking to his body in places that had still been wet when he put it on. Your eyes roamed over his toned chest and arms, the fabric seeming to stretch over his muscles.

“So,” he started as he glanced at your screen. “Find anything yet?” he asked. You shook your head, turning your attention back to the laptop. “No,” you answered, brow furrowing as you tried to focus. “Everything is out of my price range.” You let out a sigh of frustration.

“I might have to find something outside of town…”

Seungcheol glanced at you, a frown appearing on his face. You looked at him, finding him already staring at you. “What?” you asked. “What if I got a job?” he asked. You stared at him incredulously. “A job?” you asked, clarifying that you had heard him correctly. He nodded. “I could help bring money in and then you could afford a place in town.”

You shook your head. “That would take you from the ocean,” you answered. “I’m not doing that to you,” you added as you turned your attention back to the computer screen. “I just want you close,” he admitted. You smiled at him. “I know, baby,” you replied. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

Seungcheol fell silent as you continued to scroll through the listings. He watched the way your tongue danced around the end of the pen and he felt himself starting to grow hard at the thought of your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock instead. He cleared his throat.

“Sweetheart?” he said softly.

You didn’t look at him, instead humming in response as you kept your attention focused on the screen. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year,” he continued. “Could we put the laptop away for a bit?” You glanced up at him, eyes wide. “Oh, right,” you said as you shut the laptop and set it on the shelf inside the headboard, pulling the pin from your mouth. “Sorry,” you said as you moved closer, one of your hands sliding up his bicep to the side of his neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your lips, one of his hands moving to the small of your back. “I missed you too,” you replied. You took his face between your hands, pulling him with you as you leaned back against the pillows, forcing him to climb over you, settling between your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own.

“Fuck I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Miss your face.” He kissed your neck. “Missed your voice.” He placed a kiss against your shoulder. “Missed your body.” His kisses traveled further down over your cloth covered chest and stomach. “Missed having you under me,” he groaned, bumping his nose against your mound, inhaling sharply.

“Missed tasting you, touching you, teasing you,” he said as his hands moved, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down, pulling your panties down with them. You parted your thighs as he tossed your clothes aside licking his lips as he got an eyeful of your cunt. “Missed this,” he whispered, parting your folds and running his tongue from your slit to your clit, letting out a groan at the taste of you.

You let out a moan, head falling back as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly before teasing with his tongue in slow circles and licks. Your fingers combed through his hair as your chest rose and fell with your breathing. “Cheollie,” you moaned, stroking his hair as he continued to make out with your pussy, lewdly licking and slurping at your clit as he groaned against you.

“Cheollie,” you breathed out again, back arching slightly as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Hmm?” he answered. “I need you, baby,” you whined. Seungcheol chuckled, flattening his tongue as he pressed it against your clit, shaking his head, looking at you with dark eyes, pupils blown with lust as he continued to lick and suck. 

“Cheollie,” you whined. He pulled back “That’s not my name, baby,” he said in a stern voice. “You know what to call me.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Daddy please,” you whined. Seungcheol’s response was immediate, his tongue back on you in an instant. It didn’t take him long to have you on the edge once more, holding your hips down as his tongue played with your clit until you finally came, thighs squeezing his head as he lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

He finally pulled away, moving his hands to undo his shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor before moving to undo the ties of his shorts, pushing them down as well, his thick cock springing back up as it was freed.

He kicked the shorts to the floor as you sat up before ripping your shirt off over your head, laying your bare body back against the sheets as he moved between your thighs. He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few languid strokes as he lined the tip with your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” he asked. You hummed in response, wiggling your hips, silently begging for him to finally give in and sink his thick cock into your aching cunt. Seungcheol let out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

You nodded. “Y-yes daddy,” you murmured, looking back up at him with excited eyes. Seungcheol pulled back, pressing the head of his cock against your slit, keeping his eyes trained on you and holding your gaze as he started to lean forward.

You groaned as he pushed into you. Once his cockhead was nestled in your cunt, he moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, pushing them against you as he sank further into your walls, his thick cock filling your pussy and dragging against your walls until he bottomed out.

“God I missed you,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he rested, letting you adjust to the intrusion. It had been over a year since you’d been intimate and the first time always stung due to his size. Your hand moved over his, sliding up to his forearm and giving it a slight squeeze.

“Okay, daddy,” you moaned. “I’m ready.”

Seungcheol pulled back with a sigh before sinking his cock back into you, letting out a groan as he filled you with one, slow stroke. “Fuck, princess,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight around daddy’s cock.” He gave you another thrust before setting a steady pace, pumping in and out of your tight heat. 

Sex with your boyfriend was always an experience as he preferred quality over quantity. It wasn’t about how many strokes it took to have you coming undone but how well he angled those strokes or how hard they were. If he wanted, he could have you cumming on his cock in as little as ten thrusts. He’d done it before. He knew your body better than anyone, even you.

The first time you had sex had been on the beach in the dead of night. One minute, he’d taken you out to a hidden cove to look at the stars and the next he was balls deep inside you, murmuring between kisses how much he loved you. It had been a rather sandy affair and he promised the next time, he’d plan a little better.

The next time, he didn’t plan better and ended up fucking you roughly against some rocks from behind half in the water. That was the first time he fucked you without changing, his cock emerging from its sheath inside his body. He found you quite liked that and thought it was extremely erotic. Any chance he got to fuck you in his true form, he took it, even if it meant you had to be partially submerged.

The next time he got you naked, was on the boat you were renting at the time. It was smaller and more cramped but he enjoyed every second of it. It was around that time that he discovered you had a few particularly interesting likes in the bedroom so to speak.

He learned that you liked being dominated. You loved being held down and pleasured until you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved when he wrapped his fingers around your throat or filled your mouth with them. You showed him quickly that you liked it raw, filthy, and were open to a lot of new things.

Seungcheol let out a growl as your walls clamped around his cock as you teetered on the edge, moaning for him over and over in a chant like you were in prayer. Your hand found his, grabbing his wrist and guided his hand to your throat. 

His fingers squeezed, cutting off the oxygen to your brain and you finally came, crying out for him, cunt convulsing around his thick cock. He fucked you through it before setting a faster more rough pace, pounding into you. You’d gotten yours and now it was his turn.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he groaned, slamming into you as he kept a tight hold on your throat. “Likes it when daddy chokes her until she cums. Can you give me another one?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of his skin against yours.

You nodded, head lolling as his thrusts grew in intensity and power. “Then give me another, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Your thighs shook as you tried to close them but Seungcheol kept a tight hold on you, one hand on your thigh, the other on your neck as he fucked you through another orgasm before he finally came, releasing into you with a groan as his hot seed filled your walls.

He continued to thrust a few more times before he finally stilled, panting as he released your throat, his hand moving back to your thigh to spread your legs open as he looked down where his cock disappeared into your hole, a ring of cum around the base of his cock.

“You made a mess all over daddy’s cock, princess,” he murmured. You looked up at him through half open eyes as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Sorry, daddy,” you breathed. “S’okay, baby,” he said with a smile as he slowly pulled out of you.

“I like it when you make a mess.”

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[vodika-vibes]

Heyy can you please please please

Do a ,, Ideal types of Wolffe, Rex, Jesse etc…“

Someone already did a bad Batch version but no one did a version of our other husbands that would be so nice

Ideal Types

Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: Uh...this is actually pretty angsty. Sorry.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @stupendoussludgezinerebel-blog

A/N: I wasn't sure how many you wanted, so I went with four. I added Fox because I love him, lol. Also, this might not be, exactly, what you wanted. But I was feeling poetic this morning, and then angst monster smacked me with a baseball bat and yeah. I hope you like it!

Captain Rex x Reader - A pillar. Someone who supports him through everything.

You smile at Rex, soft and warm and gentle as he rests his head on your lap. He’s more asleep than awake at this point, and you lightly trail the pads of your fingers over his short hair, careful to not wake him.

He’s so tired, your perfect Rex. Your handsome Captain.

But here, in the safety of your apartment, enveloped in your soft arms and soft scent, the stress lines on his face ease away, making him look his physical age, rather than much older.

He turns in his slumber, his face pressing against your stomach and his arms slide securely around your waist, clinging to you like a child would cling to a treasured blanket, and your smile softens.

He works so hard, your Rex. Has so much stress and responsibility laid upon his broad and strong shoulders. As if he's stuck bearing the weight of the galaxy.

But, right here, right now, you can bear that weight for him.

"Rest, my love." You whisper, your voice soft enough that he doesn't stir, "I have the watch."

Commander Wolffe x Reader - A lighthouse, someone who is able to light his way home, even in the darkest of times.

"You're tense, Wolffe." Your voice is soft as you slide your hands over his shoulders to wrap him in a hug from behind. "Is everything alright?"

His smile is wry and slightly bitter, and you have your answer.

No. He's not alright. He's not been alright since the day he lost most of his battalion. Since the day his beautiful red armor bled all the color out and turned into the solemn grey of mourning.

It's a wound that still bleeds, you know.

You press a feather light kiss against the back of his neck and tighten your arms around him. You won't pressure him, you won't ask him questions.

For all that the curiosity burns, your love for him burns brighter. And so you hold him, and offer him your unyielding support.

He's lost in a maelstrom of grief and pain. A storm of sorrow buffets him from every angle. And there are no words that can ease his suffering.

And so you offer the only thing you can. Your silent support and your undying love. You'll be here to light his way back to shore, always. Forever.

ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader - A sanctuary, someone where he's allowed to break and shatter, without fear of any consequences.

He's shaking.

Jesse's arms are firm around your, his face pressed against your neck as he lays on top of you...and he's shaking.

Trembling, really. Like a tooka kitten.

Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and you turn your head to kiss the side of his head. You knew, of course, that this deployment was...bad.

But until this very moment, you had no idea how bad.

You won't ask, though you know he'll tell you if you did.

Even though your heart breaks when you feel his tears against your bare shoulder. And then it shatters when a sob rips from your Jesse's throat.

Even then, you still won't ask. You are his sanctuary, his safe place where he can be just a man, and not the strong soldier that he has to be every other day.

And when he, brokenly, whispers that he's applying for ARC, you just tighten your arms around him.

And you know, know, that this story ends in tragedy. But you'll continue being his safe place until it's not needed anymore.

Commander Fox x Reader - A bulwark, a barrier between him and the rest of the galaxy. Someplace where he can feel safe.

Fox sighs, low and quiet as he looks up at you. He has dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping again. But that's nothing compared to the angry bruises that you're treating for him.

"I'm sorry," he breathes out, "For being such a burden."

You smile at him, warm and loving, "You could never."

Something like distress slides across his face, "Cyare, I-"

"Shh," You soothe him with a gentle touch of your hand against his cheek, "Whatever it is, darling, it will hold. At least for now."

The distress remains, though it fades as you lovingly apply bacta to another bruise.

He suffers, your Fox. You see it more and more clearly with every passing day. He's losing time, he has growing blank spots in his memory...and it terrifies him.

It terrifies you too.

How long before he's not him anymore? Until he no longer looks at you with love and adoration, but with blank disregard.

You shove the thought to the side firmly. Right here, right now you have your Fox. And you will shield him from the rest of the galaxy, for as long as you can.

That's all you can do for him.

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

Ghost & Bucky x Reader — Headcannons

I can't get these two out of my head, so here's even more crossover content lol. If you haven't read the first post, you can do so here! It's not required, but it might add some context.

♡ Headcannons below the cut ♡

Word count: 693 | Tags: gender neutral terms, mentions of kink (rope, dom/sub dynamics, etc.)

Though they're alike in battle, it's a different ballpark in the bedroom. While Ghost is sweet and teasing, Bucky is commanding and rough. Ghost often calls you "sweetheart" as he's pinning you down, sometimes with his hands, sometimes with rope if he has any on hand.

Ghost would coo and grin as you tremble, his sweet tone undercut by the sadistic way he'd restrain you and hold a vibrator to your most sensitive parts— and when you're crying, either from the need to cum or the need to stop cumming, he'd just grab your hair, expose your throat, and murmur, "You can handle it, baby. My good little slut."

Additionally, Ghost is often the one who stays beside you during aftercare while Bucky heads off to draw a nice bath. They both take turns carrying you from the bed to the bath and vise versa, their arms gentle but strong; the pinnacle of safety.

Both of them tend to fight with one another over whose clothes you wear, whose body wash you're smelling like, etc. And you play into too, purposefully throwing on Bucky's oversized tees and strutting around the apartment, knowing Ghost's intense gaze will be on you the entire time. And likewise, Bucky's subtly smug expression will cause Ghost to hug you from behind and take what's his.

That's why Ghost loves markings. You don't go a single day without some sort of hickey on your throat, thighs, chest, and anywhere else he can reach. One time you had an obvious lovebite right above your collarbone, and while the rest of Task Force 141 kept making playful remarks about it. Ghost was the one standing off to the side with his arms folded, wholly smug and his eyes displaying a sense of satisfaction behind the mask.

Both soldiers have a love/hate relationship with sharing you. But they find ways to make it easier, especially when they have you sandwiched between them, Ghost's steady hands on your waist as Bucky's tongue tangles with yours.

Bucky is rough, but he's cautious about it. It took him a long while to be comfortable with touching you, let alone with his metal hand. He often finds himself wrapping his right fingers around your throat; a reminder that he can be in control and keep you safe all at once.

Ghost won't go as far as choking you, but he does prefer to use various tools on you, so to speak.

Rope, vibrators, plugs— he changes between them depending on his mood. And it's not lost on Bucky either, who enjoys the surprise in seeing what Ghost made you wear this time around. Sometimes just a plug, other times cute lingerie he bought you as a gift.

More than once, Bucky has fucked you full and used the plug to keep it inside for later, when you inevitably run into Ghost.

It isn't always super kinky, however. There are days when the two soldiers are exhausted from their work and in need of relaxation.

They'll bundle on the couch with you between them, Bucky's metal arm on the top of the couch behind you, while Ghost's hand traces up and down your thigh; a movie playing on the tv, though none of you are really paying attention to it. His hand would sneak inside your boxers/panties, and you'd end up with Bucky's cock down your throat while Ghost's fingers lazily thrust inside of you, his other hand holding you face down, ass up.

"Our little plaything, hmm doll?" Bucky would purr as you choke around him.

Ghost likes to guide your head on Bucky's cock whenever you're forced to your knees. And when Bucky finally streaks your face, Ghost is the one who swipes his thumb through the mess to push it into your mouth.

At the end of the night, you'd find yourself surrounded by them, Bucky's heartbeat steadily beating as you lay on his chest and Ghost's warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he spoons you. They both struggle to sleep most nights, but with you passed out on top of them, both soldiers find it much easier to relax.

I couldn't help but make it a bit sweet, sue me. Hope y'all enjoy �� This has been in my drafts for *checks wrist* a year, holy moly. Absolutely send me prompts with these two so I have an excuse to write them!! >:) Also check out my ficlist for more!

[voidbeomgyu]

ALONE (Teaser)

In which you meet your bias in the worst circumstances.

PAIRING Idol Jake Sim x Fan Fem Reader

GENRE Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Burn, Romance/Strangers to Lovers, Suggestive (Maybe smut, not sure yet.), some fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MDNI, Descriptions of violence, death, blood, etc., All members except Jake died so keep that in mind (I'm sorry), Cursing, Crimes, Mental health talk and experiences, Death, Sickness (Throwing up), Making out, Smut(?), It's an apocalypse!au idk how else to warn about that LOL

SUMMARY The group Enhypen get on a plane to the US and when landing are met with the worst. Jake makes it out alive... but alone. Since the dead are attracted to areas where the population is saturated, your best bet is to stay low in the areas usually considered dangerous (alleyways, abandoned buildings, etc). He made his way into the country and found a nice cabin alongside a lake. His further inspection led him to believe it was abandoned for whatever reason, maybe it was a vacation home? Little did he know his inference was correct, and soon he was met face to face with a member of the family who owned it. How would she react to seeing her favorite artist rummaging through the cupboards of her new--hopefully permanent--home? And how would he be able to explain to a loyal fan of his that he was the only member left?

TEASER WORD COUNT 1,625

RELEASE DATE To be determined.

TAGLIST Comment on this post or send an ask to be added. (Have your age on your profile or you will not be tagged)

Endless walking while trying to find a suitable place to stay was slowly driving Jake insane. The exhaustion from travelling, fear of death, and anguish from the scene at the airport was weighing down on him heavier and heavier every second. Having watched his best friends, his brothers, his family all being taken away from him without being able to do anything but listen to the oldest’s words, “Run”.

Jake had not yet cried, there was no time for it. It’s been almost thirty six hours since then, he’d stolen a bike around a mile away from the airport. It’s helped him a lot on his journey to safety. He never stole, he wasn’t like that, not that type of person. But in the moment he didn’t have the time nor energy to feel guilty about it. 

Jake didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted quiet. Not knowing wether or not it’ll be safer in the city or the country side, he chose the latter. Cities are crowded with people, meaning they must be crowded with the dead by now, right? No matter; either way he knew he’d feel much better being in the middle of nowhere, or at least in the middle of what looked like nowhere. All alone in an abandoned farm house, maybe a lake house, any house on the country side would do. He was being too optimistic, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Finding a safe home to live in alone with no one around for miles sounded comforting.

The Jake from two days ago would’ve shivered at the thought of being completely alone. Though no extrovert, he needed people. He needed that connection, that interaction. His reasons to smile and laugh were mostly based around the people around him or the entertainment he consumed. Entertainment was out of the question now, and it seemed like people were too. Most dead, and others probably too violent to give Jake a chance due to the circumstances. 

All he held on him was his and Sunghoon’s carry-on bag from the flight. Note to self, don’t try to save your friend by holding onto their bag. Thoughts like this crossed his mind every few minutes, tragedies sentenced as jokes but he wasn’t laughing. What’s wrong with me? How could I think something like that? Maybe it was the dehydration, starvation, overall fatigue? He hadn’t eaten anything since the flight and was savoring the small amount of water he had on him. Either way, thinking of his beloved friends didn’t do much to help his mood. Trying to think of the good times? Those good times will never happen again, they’re gone forever and I’ll never get them back.  

More days passed like this. With a stop at a gas station probably being the reason he’s even alive right now. It was abandoned, for the most part. It was the early morning, and he was literally starving now. The cashier was still there, but his neck was chained so tightly to the wall that it was on the edge of ripping his head clean off. Oh, he was a living corpse too. Jake could tell that much by just looking at him, muffled grunts and groans coming from the pale body every minute. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care much of Jake’s criminal activities there. Stuffing whatever foods and drinks he could into the bags he had on him. They were even heavier now, but he couldn’t feel anything. He was numb to all feeling, mentally and physically. 

At day four he had started keeping track of how many days passed with a calendar he found on the wall of the gas station that morning. He didn’t stay there though, he didn’t have it in him to kill the cashier, and he knew that if he somehow got loose while he was sleeping it would all be over. The past few days he hadn’t slept or rested much at all actually. Napping for at most an hour at a time, waking up to the slightest noises and scurries of nearby wildlife. He knows he’s incredibly lucky to not have encountered any of the dead, besides the one at the gas station, but it’s a little stressful to not have seen any either. Where could they all be? He had made it out of the city, the once bustling streets on day two, he knew many people weren’t out here to begin with. But knowing there are creatures that could kill him in seconds lurking while having no idea where they are was terrifying. 

It’s been six days. His legs started feeling numb just hours after finding his bike due to the frantic pedaling, now he felt like his legs were asleep all the time. The feeling of pins and needles covered his lower body as they worked on auto pilot to keep him going. His back felt horrible, slouched from his broken spirit. Endless cramping and soreness of his hands and fingers from gripping the bikes handles for hours at a time. His knuckles were white, and now so was his once tanned and alive skin. 

His lack of proper meals, sleep, and rest was now obvious. Jake hasn’t seen himself since that day in the airport, but from looking at his now thinner, paler, vein visible arms, he could take a guess at what his face looked like. Hell, he could feel the bags under his eyes whenever he blinked now. 

It’s been quiet and empty for a few miles. Nothing but grass, and a dirt trail he’s been following in sight. How long is this damn trail? he thought. Jake started following the trail at the sunset of day five; he remembers because of his calendar. It was coming to the end of day six, the sun starting to set in the distance behind him. He found a flashlight at the gas station and used it to find himself a place to “rest” for the nights he faced, it neared the time to find a spot to sleep.

Trees were all around him now, the area looked more alive here, not dried out and dead like the miles before. He must be getting close to some sort of building, forest trails usually have a building as a starting point, right? Unless this trail wasn’t made for hikers, in that case he was hoping in vain. 

It was almost completely dark now. Jake had usually found somewhere to stay by this time, but something was telling him to keep going. Using the flashlight to illuminate the shadowed forest, he heard his friends voices cheering him on over and over again. 

“Keep going Jake!”

“Just a little longer!”

“You’ll be okay!”

Tears were unconsciously streaming down his face now, though he still didn’t feel anything. His body just gave up on the effort of keeping them in. 

Jake pedaled faster. He couldn’t hear anything but his heavy panting, it felt like someone had covered his ears with their hands and muted the sound of everything around him. He saw something in the distance, the roof of a building; he padaled faster. A house, the roof made of wood, looked like a cabin; he padaled faster. He could hear the muffled sound of streaming water; he pedaled faster.

Face to face with a cabin, going so fast he couldn’t stop himself from crashing into the wet grass below him. Still struck with adrenaline, he pulled himself up quickly and dragged his bike to the front door. His broken and unused voice sounded through his pants as he tried frantically to open the damned door. 

The door handle had a key hole but was locked with a rusty padlock. He could turn the handle and wriggle the door, that padlock was what he needed to remove. He pulled a hammer out of his bag; he grabbed it from the gas station floor, it was covered in dried blood. Obviously used by someone prior to leaving it there. Jake slammed the hammer into the padlock, over and over again. The loud bangs from striking the lock were null to Jake’s ears, his desperation coating over all his sense. 

Smash. The padlocks body is broken away from its handle and the door is free from it’s hold on the wooden frame. 

Jake shoves his way inside, throwing the bike onto the hard floor of the entry way before turning to lock the door. It was locked from the outside but had a perfectly working lock on the inside, though he didn’t care to question it. He made it, he was safe, he felt like he could faint.

He had no time to think, let alone find a good source of light before he threw up. Keeling on the once clean floor, liquid from his stomach poured out from him. His throat burned and ached at the feeling, like his throat was made of sandpaper. Falling back he sat on the floor, staring at the door and the mess he made on the ground. He laid back and let his eyes rest for the first time in nineteen hours. Jake fell asleep there on the hard floor, knee propped up on the backside of a couch.

If he was thinking clearly, he would’ve checked the entire cabin, then scavenged for any foods that may be there. But he was broken, body and mind. Luck had been on his side since the beginning though. The home was completely vacant before he entered, and when he wakes up he’ll have found himself a place to live in safely. Away from the corpses living in the surrounding cities, and away from any still living people, all alone.

(A/N: Hello friends! I'm finally writing LOL I've had this wip since December and I'm finally going to finish it. This post is just to see if people would even be interested lol. The total fic word count I don't know yet because I haven't finished it, but I am close! I won't give y'all any hints but I will apologize in advance for the angst I'm about to put y'all thru<3 sorry love you guys muah. Don't know exactly when I will publish the full fic, maybe right when I finish it, maybe a month after I finish it IDK I haven't written seriously in months so I'm not too confident anymore but I am excited. Hope y'all are as excited as I am :D )

[olderthannetfic]

i’ve never seen an “Internet Safety Tips For Minors” post that i fully agree with and feel comfortable with reblogging. Even if I agree with the sentiment, I can’t help myself from projecting and remembering my own self being a minor. Being told “don’t put your diagnoses/sexuality/etc in your bio” - especially on tumblr - is not gonna prevent people from doing exactly that. And really there is no tangible difference from putting the word autistic in your bio vs tagging all of your posts with #thatautismfeel, you know?

i mean obviously people should be given tips to be safe offline, and no one should be pressured to share vulnerable info but a lot of it feels weirdly fearmongery and stranger danger-y. Also a lot of kids are stubborn especially when an adult that they don’t know is offering them advice that they don’t want. If some Tumblr Elder had told 16 year old me to remove all of my self-diagnosed personality disorders from my bio for my safety i would’ve started posting about my PDs even more out of spite. (Which in itself is very teenager-with-self-diagnosed-PD coded lol.) 

i also feel like there’s some people who genuinely don’t understand what it’s like to be, or at least don’t remember what it’s like to be, a kid whose literal ONLY support system whatsoever is online. To a lot of mentally ill/ND kids, they’d rather risk being harassed or doxxed for shit like “15 year old nonbinary transmasc lesbian with self-diagnosed schizophrenia, autism, adhd, avpd, bpd, stpd, and bipolar” in their bio as long as they still have an online support system filled with people going through similar things, than leave all of that out and have literally NO ONE. Of course there’s a middle ground - i.e. existing online but only disclosing your disorders to those you’re close to, or running an anonymous vent blog, etc, but the truth is a lot of people who are young and/or suffering don’t want to do that.

It’s also so so so easy to victim blame in posts like that. Yeah ofc it’s not, like, smart, to post information that can be used to track you down- but if you end up being tracked down/doxxed, that’s the fault of people who did that, not you.

like trust me I’m not saying kids SHOULD post about their queerness/race/religion/diagnoses, but they also should not be shamed or scared out of doing so.

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[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

A witchcraft basics doc; update, resource call, interest check, and a possible second doc

Bet most of you didn't even know I was working on this >:D

Yes this is a huge post. It's a lot of things.

So, one of my first posts ever on this blog was me mentioning that a friend of mine had NO clue what they were signing up for when asking for the basics of witchcraft. The google doc I wrote took on a life of its own, and the post did as well when people started asking for it. I still plan to tag said people when I post it, assuming they haven't deactivated. The thing is, this doc had become a proper project, and it took a long time for me to have the motivation to work on it again. Now, though, it seems to me like a damn good way to reconnect to my craft after a rut! (which, by the way, is why I've been offline.)

So, my first post back is for a couple of reasons. For one, if you have any resources you'd think would be useful for beginner witches, feel free to shoot me an ask, DM, or comment/reblog on this post! I'll have a list of things I'm putting in the doc (taking recommendations there as well) at the bottom of this post.

The other thing is that I might end up making a second doc, one that's a little less "101" in vibe. It would have a MAJOR MAJOR UPG warning on it, first off, and I'm not sure whether or not I would be marking any UPG either since this would essentially be a second Grimoire/Book of Shadows for me that would be public to others for the sake of sharing information! I can't say I'd call it "advanced witchcraft" by any means, I'm not very fancy lol, but I don't want the basics doc to get too overwhelming. I do, however, want to scream about random witchcraft topics that interest me. So this is also a bit of an interest check for that, as well as the basics doc.

FINAL NOTE: I fully plan on posting this basics doc before it's done. Some sections will be unwritten or unfinished, because if I wait until I find it "finished" I'll never post it. It's going to be added onto whenever I can, but I feel as though getting it out is the best course of action.

A list of stuff in the doc that I'd take resources on (AKA everything planned in it) with * by anything that will be left unwritten/unfinished on purpose until I know more. I will take resources and recommendations on EVERYTHING though. This is in no particular order:

grounding and centering

VOCAB (intention, intuition, UPG/SPG/VPG, appropriation. probably others I'm forgetting.

candle, plant, crystals and safety* (as well as any other tools one might need safety tips for. This is left completely unwritten as I use very few tools of this type.)

deity work* (the whole debate surrounding when to start, as well as information about it. Will include smth about house rules/boundaries. My work is very casual, I'd love to see different POV's of this! This is by nature left unfinished because deity work is so unique to the witch.)

grimoire/book of shadows

tools of the craft* (common tools and how to use them consumerism in witchcraft, etc.)

cleansing

appropriation* (I don't know near enough about this, I just check what's in my own practice. I would like this to include a list of commonly appropriated closed practices, a definition of appropriation and why it shouldn't be done, open pantheons, and common open practices.)

spellwork*

meditation

where someone could go from here* (including sigils, tarot, crystals bc my friend likes rocks lol, maybe astrology but oh god I have nothing about that it makes my brain hurt just looking at an astrology chart /pos. I will probably make a list of stuff that I could add in this section.)

casual/daily/quick/low energy practices and witchcraft

paganism and witchcraft; overlap, what they are individually, why one might be for you rather than the other, etc.*

there'd be a credit section for anyone who wants to be credited for links/resources at the end! If you send me resources plz specify if you want to be included in that or not.

Things I might include in the second doc if I make it:

the craft and mental health and my experiences with it

things commonly touched on in the community (your deities don't hate you, cycles of inactivity and burnout, other things I'm forgetting rn)

deity-specific things, more specific topics of the craft, etc. yet another reminder that this would all include UPG, possibly unmarked, because it would basically be primarily used to give me motivation to research more.

[lonestardust]

re your tags on the names of Marjan's family. So Marjan's name is not a Lebanese name?

Also I'm curious to your takes on her getting engaged/introducing Joe to her parents 👀

nope. and neither is Marwani actually. Marjan is persian Iranian and Marwani (and it's actually often Almarwani) is Algerian and Saudi Arabian.

i'm curious actually but there aren't certain positive expectations I'm waiting for here with this storyline. the inaccuracy of the name thing alone was something i immediately rolled my eyes at lol. I mean lucky the pilot was so good in every way I was hooked from the jump because otherwise if i had to think twice about Marjan's disastrous praying I'd have been turned off.

It's clear that Natacha did not get the assistance she needed to give Marjan what she needs. not as simple as guiding her on how to properly pray. But are we surprised that the american TV's portrayal of Arabs falls short in many ways due to lack of cultural competence in writers' rooms/ lack of research and guidance from diaspora Arab Muslim creatives? I mean their first thought about Marjan was like hmm how can we introduce this veiled woman in a storyline that portrays her well without trying to objectify her? oh let's take that veil off and see her hair! I don't hate this storyline but it just doesn't fully sit right with me either. especially as an intro.

so I don't know how they're going to go about this whole thing with Joe but I for one really hated the arranged marriage storyline. Yes it's so normal here for family & friends to try to set up adults. but i just can't stand watching the portrayal of I've-been-engaged-since-I-was-12 and playing it into "love is something you grow into" as a commonplace in muslim Arab culture and not something so questionable and rather a fucked up constraint on people (that has been fought against for decades). not even considering the class, ethnic and national difference that plays into it, given how underage arranged marriage or forced marriage is an actual piled up generational struggle rooted in gender inequality and exacerbated by colonial violence and wars. being cut off from the access to education, the creation of extreme poverty that makes families (especially displaced ones) struggle to provide for their kids and fear for their safety and future and so some come to the conclusion that marriage somehow could protect their kids from harm while providing them with a level of financial stability or facilitating moving in and out of besieged areas/cities and crossing boards etc.

And so it's clear that no one of Marjan's class/background in diaspora or back home would consider this to be the norm. so it's weird to me that this was welcomed normally. The writers just took a bunch of stereotypes about Muslims at large with no regard to national/ethnic or class background differences and turned them on their head.

another inconsistency is the chaperone/Mehrem (family member) thing. because first, actually once you're in public you don't need that during a date. second, someone like Marjan with her lifestyle, background, worldview/character and being a diaspora lebanese muslim in her 20s, would not follow an old Mehrem fatwa (the Islamic laws that change according time, place, people, and other prevailing conditions) unless she actually wants that out of having company.

I just don't think the writers engage with Marjan's background in a consistent realistic or authentic way. I didn't really see anything especially Lebanese about Marjan. beside what the mention of cuisines?

anyway i hate the idea of 'representation' in American media either way. It feels like an oxymoron. and the idea of seeing representation as an ultimate goal is even more dangerous. I find it counterproductive more often than not. this is an industry that perpetuates and financially aid violence and defamation narratives against said people that they pat themselves on the back for including and so it's naive to consider that they'll ever get it right. they tiptoe around certain people and tokenize them more than anything. Literally for every one good bare minimum representation there are dozens of American entertainment-military complex propaganda movies/tv shows/video games doing the exact opposite and taking it to extremes. I just always end up asking myself 'how is this exactly helpful? Yes it's entertaining i love watching it, i love this show but the things that plays into the bigger picture are still parts of the objective reality, what should I do about it?'

[fairuzfan]

Your post about how many people are unknowingly falling for & spreading propaganda... yeah. I typed up a whole spiel of a comment on one of your posts the other day that I ended up deciding not to not actually post because it felt like detailing, but seriously. The amount of well meaning, genuinely anti-zionist people ignorantly sharing zionists' posts because they just don't pick up on the leading undertones is honestly more terrifying than than the amount of actual zionists in some ways.

I'm someone who was born into a doomsday cult, and seeing all these people falling for the exact same blatant (or so i thought lol) recruitment/manipulation tactics I've seen used by them my entire life has absolutely fucking terrifying. These are people who are actively trying to combat zionism, but I guess the general public is so uneducated about propaganda/cult tactics that what immediately reads as blatantly manipulative, misleading bullshit to me just doesn't even register as strange to most people. Not to be repetitive, but seriously: fucking terrifying.

There's so much focus on the way people/groups who want to manipulate you will use language of fear, but in this case especially, people need to realize they will almost always appeal to your compassion before they appeal to your fear.

It's all peace and love and happiness because that's what gets people in the door. You preach (or post) the mushy, happy, fun stuff that makes people feel good to draw them in, and you slowly start peppering in the ideas you actually want to lead them to believe later on once you've got them wanting to believe you.

This also has this added effect of helping the group or person's image. Even the people who you don't manage to draw in will have the impression of you as someone who runs their mouth 24/7 about how you're full of love and want the best for everyone, which is especially useful for when you inevitably want to frame yourself as the victim to demonize the people who will inevitably oppose you. If your first and only exposure to a person is seeing them calling for world peace and universal love, you are much more likely to be inclined to believe they (and by extension their cause) are the sympathetic, loving, peaceful good guys being unjustly targeted.

Sorry for rambling, but like... really. It won't always be something nefarious, of course--the vast majority of the the time, it won't be--but I think we would all be in a much better situation if people took it as a general rule of thumb that you should always be a little suspicious of overly vague talk about peace and love.

You're EXACTLY right. I really appreciate this message, because you put to words a lot of my inherent analysis of arguments and ideas. I like grew up with this rhetoric so it's easy to spot for me, but the way that people speak about "peace" as the overall goal when they're zionist is so blatant to me because there is no material change in the scenario they propose but rather a calmness where Palestinians are ignored.

And picking up on subtext of a lot of messages is something you have to have a muscle for kinda because of how subtle it is. The frightening part is, you're right, that the indoctrination part of zionism is the most harmful part because you appeal to their pathos — their fear, their sense of safety, etc — and you go on down the rabbit hole and slowly start being radicalized and pro-zionism or you might not even be pro-zionism 100% but enjoy... soft zionism as a mutual of mine put it once (if you read this and want to be tagged, lmk). Which soft zionism is the MAIN opinion in many liberal circles btw, its not an uncommon opinion.

I even remember once sharing a post by a zionist because i saw them talk about esims but when i went on their blog a few days later because something rubbed me the wrong way, I noticed their pinned and I was like "oh dam I gotta delete that other post" like that's how often this happens.

Idk, I try to combat this by putting sources or approaching from a standpoint of logical arguments rather than identity-based politics (although, sometimes i think there are some things that people who are a certain identity can be the only true experts on) so that I try to encourage actual engagement with ideas and walking them through thought processes rather than "I'm palestinian so just trust me."

Like even with my one fact checking list, idk if I succeeded but I wanted to emphasize that there are multiple factors you should consider when confronting ANY sort of information and should not blindly trust things. News sources have regularly burned or ignored Palestinians so I know a lot of us are really sensitive to these things, but I don't know! I hope people can engage with ideas more than just surface level thinking in general because it helps everyone when you actually interact with the point of view the other person is providing rather than just blindly trusting/distrusting people.

[elkkiel]

ST Holiday Gift Exchange 2024: Information & FAQ

Masterpost

General info

Q: Who can join this event?

Anybody who is a fan of Sleep Token and would like to create something for a fellow fan

Q: How do I sign up for this event?

You can register using the sign up form here

Q: What kind of content can I create?

Art, writing, video edits/video-based media, animation/animatic, playlists, and poetry are our current options. If you have a different idea, feel free to ask about it!

Q: How does the assignment system work?

When you sign up, your answers will be stored on a spreadsheet to compare with other participants. We will determine assignments based on your likes/dislikes for both creating and receiving gifts, as in an angst writer will likely be assigned to someone who likes angst.

Instead of partners, each assignment will be unique to make the gift as much of a surprise as possible. This means that the person you've been assigned to won't be assigned to you.

On October 19th, Nina and I will contact you via your preferred messaging method with your assignment. At this time, we'll provide all the information you need to complete your gift!

Q: When are submissions due?

You can give your gift from December 25th to January 5th. If you're done early, just hang on to it until the submission period begins.

Content guidelines

Q: What are the minimum requirements for gifts?

Art: One completed artwork (according to your level of "completeness," i.e. no sketches/doodles)

Writing: One completed fic of at least 600 words

Video edits/video-based media: One completed edit/video. If you are creating a video, please reach out to @elkkiel or @stellasplendens with your concept for review.

Animation: One completed video/GIF at least 3 seconds long (or shorter, if it loops). Frame-by-frame and tweening methods are accepted—do what works best for your style. If you're creating a "simple" animation (ex. looping walk cycle, sprite animation, etc.) please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept for review.

Playlist: One playlist at least 1 hour long with a consistent theme. Spotify is preferred, but Youtube is an option if you don't have Spotify

Poetry: One completed poem, any style. If you are creating a poem, please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept for review

Other: Please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept/media type for review.

Q: Does my gift need to be holiday themed?

Not at all! If you want to include seasonal themes, go ahead. But it's definitely not required

Q: Do I need to include all of my recipient's ideas/preferences in my gift?

The ideas/preferences are just prompts, not a grocery list that you have to check off. Feel free to include as many ideas as you're comfortable with

Q: Is shipping allowed?

Shipping is allowed, and you will be assigned to someone with the same shipping preferences as you (ex. someone who loves shipping won't be paired with someone who won't create it)

Q: Is NSFW allowed?

Same as shipping content, you can do it so long as your recipient has said they're okay with it. In this case, please pay attention to any triggers, squicks, or preferences that your recipient specified—for safety and also enjoyment lol

Communication/submissions

Q: How do I submit my gift?

Please share your gift in a public Tumblr post with your recipient clearly tagged. You can also use the tag #st gift exchange 2024 !

Q: I'm an author, where do I share my writing?

You can share your fic directly on Tumblr as a text post, or you can post to a platform like AO3 and link to the fic in a Tumblr post.

Q: Can I contact my recipient for more information about their gift?

We ask that you don't reach out to your recipient to maintain the surprise aspect of the event. If absolutely necessary, you can contact Nina or I to get that info on your behalf.

Q: Is there a Discord for this event?

No, this is a Tumblr-based event only. Please give your gift on Tumblr to ensure that your recipient is able to receive your gift.

Q: Who do I contact for more information before/during the event?

You can reach out to @elkkiel or @stellasplendens via Tumblr, or send us an email at st.giftexchange@gmail.com

During the event, Nina and I will be dividing up contacts for organization purposes. So whoever sends you the assignment will be your "event rep" that you can reach out to specifically (ofc, if you can't get ahold of someone, please feel free to send an email or reach out to the other mod for help!)

Any more questions? Send an ask, reply to this post, send an email, idk like create smoke signals or something (responses will take 2-3 business days to account for acquiring fire-starting supplies)

[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis🌹: After discovering a strange yet alluring red book in a boutique bookstore, you find yourself sucked into a strange world, where all of your inner most desires exist…

Pairings: Wakasa Imaushi X Musician! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Author AU, scifi, Musician! reader, reader is a talented nerd, smutty (slow burn) romance, tiny doses of angst, adventure, futuristic city, magic?, !!sexual tension!!, etc (just find out the rest, lol)

w.c: 4.1k💠 Released: November 23

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A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ok soooo, PLEASE forgive me for the long ahh wait for the next chapter I am SOOO sorry!!! Like I said in a post earlier tonight's gonna be DOUBLE CHAPTER night ok so buckle up! (The smut comes in chapter 8 which is coming out right after this one).

C.W: None

Tags: @nixalozt @lilthana @wakasaishot

↳ (Let me know via inbox or the comment section if you would also like to be tagged here for this story🩵). Enjoy guys!!

𝟕 || 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞

The night buzzes with excitement, and the faint hum of engines revving fills the air as a crowd unlike anything you've ever seen gathers at the underground race venue. It didn't take a genius to see this is no ordinary street race—not like the ones you'd ever see on Earth. This is Neon City's race circuit. Practically a battleground where the streets themselves became part of the danger.

A massive holographic screen hovers in the air, announcing the event along, and casting ghostly lights across the spacious subway landscape. Discreet drone cameras hover all throughout the "track" around the city. Some even hover by some of the racers, giving a sort of "behind the scenes" feel before the race starts.

"There's no rules here, no safety regulations. The only thing that matters is winning." You hear Benkei's voice snap you out of your awestruck daze as you gawk at the surroundings. You honestly can't even form a response, too busy being overstimulated and anxious to really hold any sort of conversation. Everyone and everything is so colorful and captivating. Like Times Square in New York City.

The vehicles that line up for these races are decked out with enhancements that would be literally impossible on Earth—gravity-defying jumps, reinforced vehicles built to survive brutal collisions, and offensive systems to sabotage their competition. Every racer knows the risks, but none of them seem to care. They're each addicted to the thrill, to the rush of speed, the danger, and most importantly, to the glory of being the one who comes out on top.

You stand off to the side with Wakasa's crew, your heart racing. The neon lights reflect off your eyes as you take it all in, the sights, the sounds, the intensity of it all. Honestly, it's like something out of Mario kart, minus the cute playfulness and ability to pause or retry the races. This is real life and there's absolutely no room for any of the racers to make a mistake, as it would mean risking their life.

"Hey! Love your outfit!"

You turn, surprised by the sudden compliment, and are greeted by a bright, bubbly girl with striking pink hair that cascades down her shoulders like water waves. Her eyes are an equally vibrant shade of pink, sparkling like candy gems beneath the neon lights. She literally looks like a movie character or something.

You blink, taken aback for a moment by the sheer beauty of the girl. "Thanks but...," You trail off, a smile curling your lips. "This pink going on? It's giving Valentine's Day; it's giving Barbie." You compliment.

The pink-haired girl's face lights up even more, her eyes twinkling as she giggles. "Valentine's Day? What's that?"

You laugh softly. "It's a holiday where I'm from. It's like a day of love. Pink, red, and purple. It's the colors we associate with love."

"Aww, thank you! I love it." The girl beams. "I'm Astra."

Before you can introduce yourself, another voice joins the conversation. "Don't hog all the spotlight," The second girl teases lightly, stepping forward with a playful grin. She has midnight blue hair cut into a sharp bob that frames her delicate face perfectly, her eyes an equally deep shade of blue that shimmer under the city's lights.

"I'm Nafré," She adds, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "Love the vibe you're giving off, by the way."

You feel warmth rush through you as you smile at her. "Thanks! You look amazing too! That hair color is so pretty."

Astra grins, giving a mock bow. "Why, thank you."

The three of you share a moment of laughter, compliments bouncing back and forth like old friends as you drift away from Benkei and the others. It's actually refreshing. You hadn't really expected to make friends so quickly (or at all) in this world, let alone ones so sweet and welcoming.

"So, what brings y'all to the race?" You ask curiously, glancing between them.

"Oh, my boyfriend's racing tonight," Astra explains with a smile. "He's been readying up for this big gig for weeks, so of course, I had to come and cheer him on. I dragged Nafré along because—well, she's my best friend and all."

Nafré grinned. "Not like I had a choice. But hey, the races are fun! It's an adrenaline rush."

"I've never seen you before. Is this your first time at a race?" Astra asks.

You nod. Technically it is since you didn't really get to see the race between Jaxon and Zero. Though that was probably for the best. "Yeah actually. I'm here for Wakasa. He's racing too."

The two girls exchange a quick look at each other.

"What?" Nafré gawks, her brow raised in disbelief.

Astra adds, "Here for him as in a fan or....?"

"Here with him?" Nafré finishes.

"Uhhh, with." You chuckle awkwardly, watching as their expressions morph into a look of awe.

"Stop! Are you serious?!", Astra gawks, "Are you his girlfriend?!"

"Huh?! No no no," You shake your head, "I'm literally just here for the ride."

Nafré raises a brow, her smirk growing playful. "Ohh, here for the ride, huh?" She teases, winking suggestively.

You burst into laughter, covering your face with your hands for a moment. "Wait no! Not like that!"

Astra wasn't about to let you off the hook so easily. "Uh-huh, right," She teases, crossing her arms and giving you a knowing look. "I've literally never seen Wakasa bring a girl along to his races before, like ever. But you wanna sit here and tell me it's not like that? Yeah ok."

"Yeah I can't lie, that was a nice try. Everyone knows what it means when a guy brings a girl along to watch one of his races. Especially when he brings her to "the pit" (The Pit: The closest you can be towards the starting and finishing line in a Neon City race)." Astra chimes in, gesturing around to where you all are.

"Well...I mean—"

"It's alright girl, you don't have to make up anything. I kept things lowkey with Shin in the beginning too. I only went to one race, and it was just a beginner one." Astra grins.

"Oh yeah, by the way, which one is Shin?" You ask, your eyes scanning out towards all the racers. The girls keep on walking to get a closer look at all the racers.

"That one. He's six away from your man." She replies.

Your heart does a little unnecessary flutter when she calls Waka your man, but you quickly brush it off. You follow her pointed finger, eyes landing on a particularly tall guy with dark hair and a silver chain around his neck. He's pretty good looking, dressed fairly casual with black jeans and a white t-shirt, and he also rides a motorcycle just like Waka does.

"Okkkk! Girl, he's not bad!" You compliment, giving her an approving nod.

"Right! And to think I used to date—

"Don't even say it." Nafré cuts in, face palming.

"....Who?!" You ask cautiously. It's not like you'd even know, seeing as you're quite literally not from here.

"...Zero." She chokes out, looking down and to the side shamefully.

"Noooo! Stop!" You gasp, hovering your hands over your mouth. Of all people....

"Yeah. It-...it wasn't my best era." She chuckles awkwardly.

"Girl...." You trail off, not even sure what to say since you actually do know who that is thanks to Jaxon's race with him. "Well, you know what, you've leveled up now! Shin seems like a really nice guy!"

"He is." She gushes, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Hey Shin!" She calls out, waving her arm to get his attention. He actually notices, instantly turning around with a wide smile, waving at her then blowing a kiss her way.

"Aaaaaw!" You and Nafré gush. It's so crazy how calm and even happy these guys seem even though they're all just moments away from engaging in a life threatening race.

You look over at Wakasa, who's standing by his bike talking to Benkei, Jaxon, and some other guy you've never seen before with a scar along his face. The reality starts to sink back in, having been swept away in the breeze of conversation between Nafré and Astra, that this is still a dangerous and potentially life threatening event. A frown replaces the previous warm smile, and your heart begins to sink with worry.

"Hey. Why don't you go talk to your man?" Nafré asks, with almost scarily perfect timing to negate the oncoming rush of anxious thoughts towards this race.

"Definitely not my man...but I was actually just thinkin' about going over to talk to him real quick before the race starts." You tell her in a low tone, then shoot her a quick "I'll be right back", breaking away from the two and heading over to where Waka and his friends are.

He notices you instantly, and you catch a glimpse of a faint softness in his eyes as you approach. "Came to see me off?" He grins.

"Yeah" You begin, nervously fiddling with your hands in front of you, "I know you've done this a lot and stuff but...this whole thing looks really dangerous, you know? So, you better be careful, ok? For real, I don't wanna see you—

"Oh Waka, please be careful!" Benkei suddenly mimics loudly, pitching his voice higher and fluttering his hands dramatically in the air, much to Jaxon's amusement.

"Nah, don't worry about me, baby. I got this." Jaxon chimes in, the two of them chuckling like idiots behind you both.

Your eyes narrow, cheeks burning up with embarrassment as the guys go on playing around. They continue their back and forth but walk away to you guys some space. You hear the other man with the scar on his face briefly ask who you are, before they completely fade out of earshot.

Waka chuckles softly, shaking his head. "See? Now you've got them goin'. But for real, don't worry. I got this."

His smirk deepens. "Besides"—he leans in slightly, lowering his voice—"I've got an undefeated record I gotta keep up. Can't let 'em ruin my streak. Not with a pretty doll like you watchin'." He hums, lightly tapping under your chin.

You shake your head, a small smile draping across your lips. "You really think racing in front of me's gonna be enough to keep you from losing?"

"Absolutely," He replies, his voice a little lower, yet equally as playful. He straightens up, leaning just close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. "And actually...I was thinkin' we should make this interesting."

"How could this possibly get more interesting?" You raise a brow, curiosity piqued.

"It ain't a real racing experience if you don't make a bet. That's how it goes around here. So how 'bout this", He says, holding your gaze with a bold intensity that sends a shiver of excitement down your spine, "If I win, you're comin' home with me to celebrate."

Your cheeks warm immediately, and you try to ignore the quickening of your pulse, as well as the multitude of very unfriendly-like imaginations of going home with him. You don't back down from his challenge though. Keeping your tone light, you raise a brow as if unaffected. "Hmm..ok, and if you lose?"

Wakasa's eyes sparkle, a dangerous glint in his lilac gaze. "I won't."

The simple, confident reply makes your heart skip, but you feign indifference once again, giving a dismissive wave. "How 'bout you just focus on winning first, before thinkin' about what's going down after, ok? Now that's a deal."

"Believe it or not I like to plan ahead." He muses playfully.

The announcer calls for all of the racers to start heading out to the starting line, and it makes your anxiety spike once again.

"Alright, make sure you keep you're eyes open." He says.

"I'll try..." You murmur nervously, giving him a small wave goodbye, watching as he heads off to his bike at the starting line.

You chew on your lip till it hurts, trying to hold back the unease gnawing at you. You want to be fully excited, you really do, but this isn't at all what you were initially expecting of a street race. This one is even crazier looking than the last one you caught a glimpse of at Sector 9. Your fingers subconsciously grip tightly around Benkei's muscular arm, holding on as if the contact would somehow ground you.

Benkei glances down, noticing your grip, and chuckles. "You're really worked up, huh?" His tone lightly teasing. "I'm tellin' you, Waka's got this. He always does."

"I know, I know." You reply, trying to sound confident, but your voice wavers heavily. You don't pull away from him, though. "It's just...this is really different, you know, from races I'm used to. The track, the traps...I don't know. We don't do races like this where I'm from."

The other friend with the scar, who's standing on the other side of Benkei chimed in. "Don't stress yourself out. He's undefeated for a reason. I'm Takeomi by the way. Me and Waka go way back."

"I'm Y/N. We kinda just met." You tell him with a shy yet pleasant smile.

"I can tell..." He says, giving Jaxon and Benkei a look. You could tell what he was silently asking them.

Is this his girl or something? What's he doing bringing her here?

Though the guys mean well, their casual confidence makes you want to scream. You know they're probably right—Wakasa's been u defeated for who knows how long, and he likely isn't about to lose his streak now—but still, the pit of dread in your stomach refuses to settle. The thought of something going wrong, of one of those other racers playing dirty, makes your chest tighten. You aren't used to feeling this way, so utterly out of control, so scared.

And then, the countdown begins.

The huge holographic screen above everyone lights up, displaying a massive number 10 in glowing neon blue. The crowd starts chanting, voices rising in unison, the excitement in the air nearly palpable.

9

Your heart starts racing, thrumming in your ears as you glance over at Wakasa. He's laser focused, his gaze locked on the track ahead, hands gripping the handlebars of his bike like he's already one with the machine.

8

The other racers revved their engines, taunting him, trying to get in his head. But Wakasa doesn't flinch even a little. His eyes remain sharp, his jaw set. He was ready.

7

"Please be careful..." You whisper, barely aware of the words leaving your own lips. Your grip on Benkei tightens, and this time, he doesn't tease you about it. He simply gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

6. 5. 4.

Your hands start to tremble slightly, and you force yourself to take a deep breath, eyes never leaving Wakasa.

3

The racers all continue revving their engines loudly, like a bunch of bulls knocking and banging against the wooden gate, eager to be freed into the ring.

2

You can feel it, the tension, the anticipation, the quiet before the storm.

1...GO!

The racers shoot forward, a rush of sound and motion that blurred into streaks of neon. Wakasa's bike left a trail of purple light as it surged ahead, weaving through the tightly packed starting line with effortless precision.

The track started deep in the subway system, a labyrinth of tunnels barely wide enough to contain the speeding vehicles. The first turn came quickly, a sharp curve to the right that forced the racers to swerve hard. Taking a turn at that speed has to be physically impossible.

You wince, squeezing your eyes closed as your breath catches. On the holographic screen above, you watch as Wakasa leans into the turn with full confidence, the purple streak behind him carving a perfect arc through the chaos.

The other racers aren't as graceful though. One clips the wall, sparks flying as their bike scrapes against the steel. Another misjudges the angle entirely, spinning out and slamming directly into a support pillar. The pit crowd roared, half cheering, half jeering.

You can't even begin to cheer. Your breath catches every time the camera cuts back to Wakasa, terrified to see a shot of him crashing or even worse. He maneuvers through the wreckage with nearly surgical precision, tilting his bike at impossible angles to dodge debris and weaving seamlessly through the narrow spaces.

"I can't, I can't, I can't...." You repeat under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen as your foot taps the ground anxiously where you stand.

The track twists again, plunging deeper into the tunnels before reaching the opening to the city. The racers were now jockeying for position, their vehicles packed tightly together as they vied for dominance. One rider, a hulking figure on a chrome-plated bike, edged closer to Wakasa, trying to box him in against the wall.

Your stomach twists in anxiety as she saw the narrow gap Wakasa had to navigate. The chrome racer leaned in aggressively, but Wakasa didn't flinch. Instead, he braked sharply, his bike tilting back slightly as he let the other racer overshoot the angle. In a flash, Wakasa swerves left, slipping past the gap and accelerating ahead, his purple streak cutting through the maze like a lightning bolt.

The pit erupted in cheers, but her hands were still trembling.

Your heart pounds as the race transitions aboveground, the vehicles bursting onto the neon-lit streets of the city. The holographic display adjusts to follow the racers as they all speed through tight alleyways and open highways, the city’s towering structures a vibrant blur in the background.

The race aboveground is even more chaotic than underground. The racers now have to contend with the unpredictable layout of the city, weaving through alleyways, highways, and pedestrian walkways. Wakasa remains ahead of most of the pack, his bike darting through tight spaces with unerring precision.

Your heart nearly stops as the screen shows one of the racers behind him deploying some kind of medium sized drone. The device zips forward, its spiked appendages whirring menacingly as it closes in on Wakasa's rear tire.

"He's cheating!" You outburst.

"Unfortunately, it's legal." Jaxon says with a huff.

But Wakasa must have sensed what was going on behind him. Without looking back, he veers sharply to the right, cutting onto another street entirely, filled with pedestrians and other drivers simply heading from home from work. The drone follows him, its mechanical limbs scraping against the walls as it tries to keep up.

The street suddenly opens up into a plaza, and Waka seizes the moment. He tilted his bike sharply, skidding in a controlled slide that sent the drone hurtling past him. It smashes into a streetlight, exploding in a shower of sparks.

The crowd erupts into cheers once again, but at this point you're barely remembering to breathe.

The race plunges back underground, this time into an abandoned maintenance tunnel that's barely wide enough for the racers. The camera switches to an overhead view, showing how the racers have to line up single file to avoid colliding with the walls.

Wakasa, now in second place, uses the tight space to his advantage. He edges closer to the lead racer, his bike nearly grazing the wall as he closed the gap. Just as the tunnel began to widen, Waka makes his move. He accelerates sharply, leaning forward until his body was almost parallel to the bike. The purple streak flares brighter as he shoots past the lead racer, his bike slipping through the narrowing gap with millimeters to spare.

Your breath hitches. He's pushing so hard, taking so many risks and doing all these crazy tricks. 

The holographic screen cut to another angle, showing the cyber-police drones beginning to close in on the racers at the back of the pack. Their blue lights flicker ominously as they hone in on their targets. One drone shoots forward, deploying a neon red energy net that ensnares a struggling racer and sends him spinning completely out of control.

Wakasa, far ahead of the chaos, seems unfazed. He maintains his lead as the track transitioned back to the streets. The camera followed him closely as he navigates a series of hairpin turns, the purple streak behind him tracing impossible angles.

Just then, a group of seven cyber-police drones turn out from between skyscrapers, attempting to cut him off from the front as two other bots catch up to him from behind, weaving through the other racers. 

"Gosh this is too much...!" You groan, chewing anxiously on your bottom lip as you clasp your now sweaty hands together. Your mind races, as if trying to think for him for a way to somehow get out of this situation. But there's no need. 

Suddenly, Waka pulls to an abrupt stop, three other racers and two cyber-police drones zooming in front of him. He immediately pulls into a quick reverse, driving backwards and sharply turning into an alleyway that he uses as a shortcut. The audience goes absolutely wild, everyone screaming and hollering in awe at the insane move he just pulled. 

"WHAT?! WAIT, HOW THE HELL?" You outburst, your jaw on the floor. The other racers all crash into the cyber-police, causing a multi-vehicle collision, including poor non-racing drivers. 

"That's Waka for you. Crazy bastard." Both Takeomi and Benkei mutter at the same time. Jaxon's expression is the same as your, completely blown away with his eyes glued to the big screen.

The final stretch of the race is a straightaway leading to a glowing finish line. Behind him, the other racers left are still jostling for his position, though all they can hope for at this point is second place. They all reenter the subway, the scenery on the big screen looking familiar as they make their way back. The sounds of their engines becoming louder with each second.

Wakasa crosses the "finish line" first, his bike slowing as the crowd erupts into roaring cheers. The purple streak fades, leaving only the faint glow of the underground lights reflecting off his bike.

You exhale a shaky breath, your body starting to relax as you realize it's finally over.

The racers who made it back all cut off their engines, instantly getting surrounded by their friends, girlfriends, and others as they dismount from their bikes or hop out of their cars.

Without thinking, your legs pull you into action, weaving through people as you run towards him. He notices you just as he dismounts from his bike, his lilac eyes lighting up at the sight of you once again.

The corners of his mouth curve into an easygoing, satisfied grin just as you barrel into him, throwing your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. The drones all zoom in on the two of you, catching all kinds of angles as the holographic screen displays it for everyone to see.

But the both of you are too preoccupied to notice.

“You won, oh my gosh!” You beam, clinging to him. “That was insane—I can't even believe you! You're giving..." You trail off, struggling to find the right descriptive words, "You were out there giving...just like straight up—

Without warning, he crouches down slightly, wrapping an arm firmly around the backs of your thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts you off the ground and slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes or something with a mischievous looking grin on his lips.

"Hey! Wait, my skirt!" You holler, quickly using a hand to hold the back of your skirt in place just in case. Nonchalantly he heads back over to his bike parked across the finish line.

"What're you doing?! Put me down!" You laugh. The drones are all still locked in on the two of you, playing out what's happening on that jumbo screen.

"Not a chance. Bet's a bet. I won, so I'm cashin' in. " He says, smirking as he straightens up, holding you securely. He turns to face his crew, Jaxon and Benkei already bubbling up with laughter, and Takeomi simply shaking his head with a knowing smirk.

"Alright, I'm gettin' outta here, boys." He calls out, "I gotta handle somethin'."

"Take it easy on her, Waka. She's still new to your crazy lifestyle." Benkei teases, crossing his arms and grinning from ear to ear. 

"Yeah man, don't scare her off." Takeomi adds, though his teasing tone suggests he isn't at all worried about that.

"Bruh, this is so embarrassing. There's literally cameras everywhere; we're on the big screen!" You protest between laughs, though that laughter and the sparkle in your eyes betray just how much fun you're actually having.

"There's nothin' embarrassing about it. Everybody can see how pretty you are." He replies playfully, setting you down just to help you onto his bike. Then, he swings his leg over the bike and settles in front of you, the sleek black machine rumbling to life beneath you once again. You barely have time to process what's happening before Waka revvs the engine. "Hold on tight." He says, glancing back at you with a smirk.

"You and this crazy bike..." You groan, memories form your first time riding with him resurfacing as you tightening your grip around him. 

He pulls off and out of the scene, leaving the erupting cheers and drone cameras behind. 

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Yaaaasss! It always feels so good putting out another chapter😌anyways stayed tuned for chapter 8! I should have it out in like an hour or so teeheee!!