#<- their names if you want to see more of them on my blog

[memingursa]

heh heh……. I guess it is true what they say about liberals….. hand them sources based on solid polling…..

You telll them “Hey, you know you’re supposed to court voters right..? that’s how democracy works…” They call you an idealistic leftist… They say “hey this genocide is wrong…” and they call you an idealistic leftist, most of the country starts to say “hey this genocide is wrong…..” and they still call you an idealistic leftist…/ that you somehow brainwashed millions of voters with your sub 6k tumblr blog account……..

They Say…. “Oh, what do you mean Kamala Harris should have stopped supporting genocide… you one issue voter…. like there isn’t a FUCK TON OF MORE ISSUES THAN THAT……..” Like having your own morals… and empathy for the marginalized in our own country doesn’t matter… Like how there’s so much other polling on how kamala fucked up…. she didn’t even run on medicare for all….

You hand them poll after poll… PEOPLE DO HAVE MORALS….. THEY DON’T WANT GENOCIDE…. THEY WANT RADICAL SOLUTIONS TO THEIR PROBLEMS AND TO HELP PEOPLE……They ignore it… call you an idiot for even using physical evidence….. Most people start adjusting their strategy after an obvious fucking messaging issue. But they didn’t… Biden was doing a Genocide for a year and liberals didn’t care…, Biden increased deportations and gave trump this infrastructure and liberals didn’t care…,,, Only when they realized that that support of genocide might actually affect them with electoral consequences…. they say… “Why not just get in line?

“WHY NOT…? AFTER ALL I BENEFIT FROM THIS SYSTEM… YOU MIGHT EVENTUALLY GET A CEASEFIRE. I DON’T CARE IF TENS OF THOUSANDS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE DEAD. I DON’T CARE ABOUT GENOCIDE. WHY DO YOU WANT TO AFFECT ME?”

LIKE YOUR COMFORT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE HARM THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY CAUSED…: You ASSUME YOUR LIFE MATTERS MORE THAN PALESTINIANS. YOU ARE JUST SOMEBODY BORN ON A COUNTRY BORN IN IMPERIAL SUCCESS. JUSTICE MUST HAPPEN FOR ALL. FOR A HEALTHY WORLD TO CONTINUE THIS SHIT MUST END. THIS SYSTEM CANT EVEN ABIDE BASIC REFORM….. BY YOUR DEMOCRATIC PARTY… WAS IN FULL FUCKING CONTROL OF IT BUT DIDNT WANT TO DO ANYTHING… “ONE ISSUE VOTERS…. Radical climate protestors…..” ALL OF IT WAS SAID. LIKE POLITICS IS JUST ABOUT CONVIENCE. ITS NOT. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO PEOPLE, YOU HAVE TO EARN THEIR VOTE WITH GOOD POLICIES THAT HELP PROPLE.

EVEN WHEN IT’S INCONVENIENT FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TO SAY “I AGREE WITH THESE GENOCIDE PROTESTORS…. WHICH IS MOST OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY BY THE WAY.” BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE MORALS. EVEN IF THEY ARE “ ONE ISSUE VOTERS” YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEM!!!!! THATS BASIC FUCKING POLITICS!!!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THINKING “ONE ISSUE VOTERS *AGAIN PEOPLE AGAINST GENOCIDE” DONT DESERVE TO SPEAK UP???? THEN THEY WONT WANT TO VOTE FOR YOU.” THIS IS OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE… EXCEPT THIS DUMBASS.:…

Your immoral dumbass won’t even see me in the next life.

Heh… I guess I do need to name this technique… How about…:

SPECIAL BLOCK CANON

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Donate if you can

Nader’s fundraiser had to be re-done https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-nader-alanqar-and-his-family-overcome-this-war-in-gaza

“Caring about gaza is unpopular with americans.” Kamala literally lost every swing state because of her genocide. There was fucking polling done. What the fuck do you do with these god damn idealistically racist liberals who refuse to look at political reality. Don’t you fucking dare let these racist motherfuckers rewrite history blaming the left still when Kamala was backing genocide for a fucking year.

You’re the unpopular out of touch people!!!!! What is wrong with democrat defenders. Kamala Harris was in power and refused to court voters by even lying about ending genocide, that’s how fucking elections work!!!!!!

[horsefigureoftheday]

hello sorry if this is a stupid question and if it is feel free to ignore this ask, but how do you go about starting a horse figure collection? like, i know the best answer is probably to Just Start ! but the whole thing is kinda overwhelming, and I'm from a country where figurine collecting of this kind isn't really A Big Thing so the overseas shipping alone would be A Lot lmao,,,

that being said seeing these guys on my dash everyday always makes me smile, so if all else fails i can just live vicariously through this blog HSJJDJS thanks for ur work o7

Disclaimer: This is the opinion of one horse collector, it's not the objective truth of horse collecting. That said, it's an opinion I very strongly believe in.

The thing is, you don't really "start a collection." You just buy the horses you like and within a few weeks or months or years you'll have a small collection. And some day, if you keep surrounding yourself with horses you like, you'll have a big collection.

Gonna get a bit preachy here, but it's something I keep seeing, so I feel like I have to talk about it: I think entering this hobby with the mindset of "wanting a collection" can make you very impatient and vulnerable to fomo and completionism. You get so into the idea of Collecting Everything that you end up wasting $1000s on overpriced listings because you didn't even stop to think if it's gonna get relisted, if the seller is a scammer, or if you even really want that particular horse/doll/pokemon/model car/trading card/memorabilia/etc., or if you only "want" it because it's part of a set.

Collecting hobbies aren't really about having a collection. They're more about the act of collecting continuously. Maybe you take a break from it (I'm a Bella Sara collector who hasn't actively collected for 3 years), but you never really have a "complete" collection. And you need to accept that you'll never have a complete collection, otherwise you're gonna burn out and the hobby won't be fun anymore.

I'm sorry if this sounds harsh, I really don't mean it to. I'm trying to warn you because I'd hate to see yet another potential fellow collector burn out and leave the hobby after a few years. Collecting can be a wonderful lifelong hobby that creates lasting friendships. But only if your center your hobby around the act of collecting, rather than the idea of your collection itself. (I also find that people who focus more on their collection than the act of collecting are often a bit jealous or self-important, but I might just have run into some bad apples).

If you wanna get into a collecting hobby, the best place to start is to go out (to the thrift story, toy store, ebay, craigslist, you name it) and scour the market for things you like. And then buy a handful of cheap ones. Display them, photograph them, tell your friends about them, look up what other figures/cards/etc. are in that series, and in general just... sit with them. Get a feel for them. Are they satisfying you? Do they spark joy? Did you enjoy hunting them down and do you enjoy taking care of them and looking at them?

If yes, they spark joy, you can start looking at more specific brands, styles, colors, etc., and try to focus on what kind of horses you wanna collect. Maybe you wanna focus on palominos. Maybe you love Barbie horses. Maybe you find a really fun community of glass horse collectors that keeps you coming back. And maybe you fall so deeply in love with the hobby that you wanna collect every kind of horse figure you come across. Just be patient and focus on the act of collecting, rather than having a collection.

[coquettebratzdoll]

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WE ARE NOT YOUR GODS

Hi dolls! I'm back after a long, long hiatus (Bratz is back). Honestly, getting off Tumblr for a while and just taking time for myself and my life was the best thing I could've done for myself. I feel so much more refreshed and rejuvenated. My blog turned 1 year old a few days ago (yay!) so consider this my comeback post as well as a 1 year anniversary post.

Enough yapping, it's time to get to the point. We are not your Gods; people who shifted/entered the void state are not your Gods; thinkers such as Neville Goddard and Edward Art are not your Gods; people who run shiftblrs and loablrs are not your Gods; methods, techniques, meditations, and whatever else are not your Gods.

It's really as simple as that. Some of y'all really don't understand that we are just people: we don't have all the answers.

"But Athena, can't you just-"

No, I can't tell you why you haven't shifted after years of trying; I'm still figuring things out myself.

No, I can't manifest for you in the void state; it'll only be true in my reality and not yours.

No, I can't hand you all the answers on a silver platter; I am simply giving you my knowledge, experience, and vibes so you can take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

I get it, I used to be in the same boat. All these things felt so elusive and I mythologised them in my mind. After all, those bloggers were seemingly the "proof" I needed to know that everything I believe in and work towards is actually achievable. However, this mindset can quickly devolve if you aren't careful.

You see, these thoughts can create a reliance on external sources of validation. You can't really believe that shifting/manifesting/the void state is real or possible without others proving it to you. Soon enough, anecdotes aren't enough. You'll want more, really, something that you can grasp onto and give you hope that it's really true. This can lead you to putting other things onto a pedestal, creating a dependence on outside factors for everything: validation, motivation, you name it.

Let's go back to the basics (I wanna, wanna, wanna take you to the basics):

There are the 3D and 4D realities.

The 3D is what you perceive on a daily basis: it is the reason why you can "physically" read and interact with this post, along with other daily activities. However, it is not real. The 3D is a reflection of your dominant assumptions, beliefs, and state.

The 4D is the only real reality. It is what we would call our "imagination". Everything and nothing is simultaneously real in the 4D. It is the only genuine reality.

By putting all your reliance onto outside factors, you are giving your power away as well. It is also leaving you vulnerable to toxic mentalities and negative thinking because you are cementing the belief that you aren't enough. This is harmful not only to your journey, but also your mental and physical health as well. (Note: the opposite of always being happy can also be harmful as well. The best advice would be to allow your emotions to come as they do and to not suppress or exaggerate them. Shadow work and meditation are also things to look into if you struggle with either one).

Please, remember that we are not the answer, we do not hold the key, and we do not hold the power: you do. At the end of the day, your journey is a solo one and the things you'll discover about yourself are yours to find.

[ghost-askblog]

(Please read <3)

hey everyone! its been a bit hasn't it...

i've still been popping in here and there and i'm honestly so glad this whole hate train fiasco has finally come to a much needed close (for the most part) and watching all of these new ask blogs flourish since then has been so insanely heart warming for me. i'm so glad to see you all doing well!

during my break i've come to terms with just how much i really needed it and feeling the weight of everything off my shoulders whether it being the overwhelming feeling of obligation to get to everyone's asks and make everyone happy really got to me in the long run more than i'd like to admit. story of a people-pleaser's life, i suppose.

it makes me so happy and honestly fucking gobsmacked to this day to be reminded that this amazing community got revived by just a weird cod obsessed freshly turned 18 year old highschooler that simply wanted to have fun and make friends with people of a like interest. crazy how life works, innit?

during this period of taking time to myself and reflecting off of what really happened i've decided not to continue this blog for the sake of myself and my own mental health. in spite of this i'm still so insanely grateful of how much love and support i have been getting even during my hiatus and for that i love you all sooo so much <33

i'm not going to completely disappear, and i certainly won't stop using tumblr (for the foreseeable future, anyways.) and i highly encourage you to have fun and interact with many of the other ghost ask blogs that came to be during my break, or just any new blogs in general that decided to join this silly little community of like-minded individuals that just want to have fun role playing their favorite characters in the cod community.

if you'd still like to interact with me, then please feel more than welcome to do so. i won't be tagging my main outright but just know if you find it, it's there for you.

most importantly, i want to thank all of the original ask blogs that derived from mine, especially after my spike in popularity that honestly shocked me as well. damn near 1k followers in a span of 2 months is baffling already as it is, especially to someone like me that didn't have much of an internet presence as it is.

and with that said, hi! i'm francis, better known as fran, and i'm the young fella behind this blog! i recently turned 18 in october and i'm finishing my final year of high school. i love my friends so so so much and honestly i wouldn't even be nearly where i am if it wasn't for them. i'm currently involved in a dual-enrollment program to get my associates degree in criminal psychology and my favorite color is red! i am a huge video game and movie geek, having rewatched the entire marvel timeline more times than i can count, as well as having a love for indie and thriller/horror elemented story games. (fnaf, tlou, mouthwashing, resident evil, silent hill, just to name a few)

this has been so much fun, and i thank you all for staying with me this long. i'm eternally grateful❤️

—this was fran, signing off with a brand new video game in hand and a good long exhale of relief.

go follow these guys they're fucking awesome

@askthemactav @shadow-5-05 @shadow-2-08 @itsvargen @krueger-acc @brav0six @ask-private-141 @konigisking @justradiospirit @ask-corporaltwins-141 @verytiredmedic @callsign-king @shadow5-7 @captain-after-dark @lieutenant-banks @b1gm0n3yb1gg3rc4n3 @callsign-cups @alejandro-ask @el-perro-rabiosa @callsign-kits @price-askblog @keegan-askblog @generalshepherd-askblog @gaz-askblog @ask-alex-keller @valera-askblog @ask-roachsanderson @jeanzoriley-cod @ask-gaz @ask-soapmactavish @ask-phillip-graves @johnprice-asks @ask-philgraves @ask-lieutriley

oh, and to all of these rp blog tags? allow me the grace of being your 🧟‍♀️ anon (iykyk)

[smallestapplin]

Hi im new to your blog!! I love your transformers stuff. I saw your requests was open and I was wondering if I could request something for a shockwave x female human reader?? i really enjoyed the petplay stuff you've written with him before and i was wondering if you could write something nsfw with a shy, quirky reader coming out of their shell for a scene and shockwave mixing both praise and punishment for them before the reward...... essentially training his pet 🤭💞 thank you so much if you do this request 🥺🙏

I can certainly attempt!

Warnings :fem!reader, pet play, Shockwave gets called master, spike warming, reader gets calls good girl twice.

🔞Mdni! Adults only, please!🔞

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A human pet is perfect for such a con as Shockwave, he loves breaking you apart and seeing what makes you tick, what can he do to you that makes you drop your arms from hiding your face? What can he do to you to make you squeal for him? His optic never leaves you, studying how you twitch and what expressions you make.

The tag on your collar jingles with each bounce of your body, drawing his optic to it just to see his name on it, claiming you as his just as you always should be.

You lean your head back with a whine as you try to hard to fit more of his thick spike into your much smaller pussy.

“Easy, pet, I’d hate to have to put you back together.”

How cute you are jumping at the sound of his voice. Your look up at the large mech with a pleading expression, big doe eyes begging him for more, yet he does not yield to you.

With a servo on your hip he stops your movements, stopping you from using his spike like your own toy. You look ready to cry, all for more pleasure.

“Master, Master please fuck me, use me, I-I’ve been good I promise!”

Your desperate pled is music to his audio receptors, with tears stinging your eyes look so delectable. Shockwave hums, not at all convinced of your need even though he can feel your organic valve clenching around his spike, trying so hard to milk him of his transfluid.

“You are to sit still while I work, not trying to frag your needy valve on my spike. Good pets do as told, correct?”

His gleaming red optic stares down at you, taking in every detail as you try not to squirm anymore. You whimper, weakly nodding at his words, but that’s not enough for him.

“You are to answer me when I ask you a question, pet.”

Shockwave grinds his spike deeper into your pussy causing you to sob, your hands clinging to his servo trying to keep yourself grounded as you can feel your mind becoming cloudy with lust.

“Yes, yes, m’sorry, Master!” Drool slides down your chin as you lose yourself to your role.

You are Shockwave’s human pet, you serve your owner well, bad dogs who misbehave get punished and must work harder to earn a reward. So you sit still, leaning back against his torso, trying to keep still as he writes down something you can’t quite read.

His spike stretches you out so much, even just half way down his shaft your stomach bulges from just how much of him you’re taking. You want more, need more, need to cum, need to make him feel good—!!

A squeal rips from your throat as Shockwave presses his index digit to your neglected clit, slowly rubbing it in firm circles.

“You are doing well, I’m almost half way done with my data analysis and you haven’t moved. What a good girl I have.”

Praise is important if he wishes for his human to repeat behaviors he approves of, and it works like a charm with how you melt into his embrace, looking up at him like he is your moon and stars.

You’re so close yet it’s not enough, you struggle to bite back a whine when he moves his servo away and gets back to typing out his notes. You crave your beloved, need him deeper inside you. But you must remain good, to be a good pet for him, one he could proudly show off to his coworkers like the praise driven slut you are.

Just for him.

Anything for him.

“Are you close to overloading? Hm, seems I’ve underestimated your whorish behavior.”

You merely hum, though more akin to a purr with how you’re acting, nuzzling your cheek against his plating.

“You are right where you belong, aren’t you.” His question phrased more like an observation.

“Mhm.”

“Good girl, you learn quickly.”

You’ll be as behaved as he wants you to be, you’re nothing but a mindless pet for him.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so I need you to hear me out on this (t

80’s James hetfield being like demon or smth idk and you being a catholic girl, as you are praying to go to bed you hear a voice? Could it be James (well it kinda has to be lmao) but you hear him saying the prayer with you, but you suddenly get attached and don’t know what has gotten into you? You end up get horny (IDKK) and suddenly wish to see him or smth. Once you see him your no longer a catholic, sweet, innocent girl.

(This is inspired by enter sandman if you couldn’t tell <3, also you don’t have to do the catholic bit if it’s disrespectful!!)

#makeitdirtyPLEASEE

A/n: Honestly I think reader being Catholic is the least offensive thing when it comes to smut, but the Catholics shouldn't even BE HERE (my blog)/j so I think we're safe

Warnings: Smut, monster fucking, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, temperature play, breeding kink, heavy mentions of religion, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You were kneeling beside your bed, as you did every night, rosemary clutched in your hands as you mumbled a prayer.

A chill ran up your spine, a breeze flooded the room and blew out your new candles. You scanned around quickly before relighting them and uttering an apology before continuing your ritual.

This time you heard a voice repeating after you, like it was mocking you. Your eyes snapped open and you hurriedly scanned around again, this time a figure caught your attention.

Across the bed from you was a man, or at least it looked like a man. His fingers were painted black and horns protruded from his forehead, his eyes were dark, black spheres that pierced through you.

"Say the next line." It urged, voice raspy, a reverberated echo of a sound. You hesitated, frozen as he stared at you. "Say it, 'and to our father...'"

"And-" you swallowed thickly, screwing your eyes shut tight, "and to our father, who-who art in heaven..." You continued the prayer and finished with an 'amen'. The voice repeated after you, this time sounding much, much closer.

He was right beside you when you opened your eyes. You couldn't move, frozen in fear. You stared at him, eyes wide and filled with tears. "Was that so hard?" He asked, shining you a smile that was just too wide and too white. You swallowed again, slowly shaking your head. "Good, good... now get into bed, that's what you always do, right?" You nodded, waiting for him to stand up before following.

You had already gotten ready, you get ready for God and then crawl into bed with a clean soul. You didn't take your eyes off the figure as you got into bed, pulling the blanket up high.

He blew your candles out and a small yelp left you. There was a click and the room filled with a dim light once more. "Can't leave your candles on while you sleep, could be dangerous." The figure said, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. He reached out and rested his hand on your stomach, rubbing you through the blanket.

"What-what do you want..?" You asked, voice shaky.

"What do I want?" He asked. "No hi? How are you? Straight to the questions." He let out a low chuckle. The longer he spoke it sounded more and more human.

"I-I'm sorry." You said, much to his surprise and it was evident on his face. You sat up and held a hand out to him. "Hello, what, um, what's your name?"

His gaze flickered between your eyes and your hand before he slowly reached out for it. "James." He said after a moment, sounding unsure of it. "That sounds right."

You nodded. "James." You repeated. "It-it does sound... rather nice." You pulled your hand back, ignoring how cold his had been. "Can I ask why you're here now?"

He shifted closer to you, resting his hand on your thigh now. "Because I was sent to you, by God, would you believe that?" He asked, smiling that unnerving smile once more.

Your eyes widened slightly, you didn't know what you were expecting but that definitely wasn't it. "So, you're an angel?" His smile only widened.

"If you believe that." And that was your first encounter.

James was awkward and followed you around, but only in your house, he was unable to leave. He was polite enough, following your rules of not keeping you up and no more sneaking up on you, he wasn't allowed to interrupt your prayers and he had to stay elsewhere at night. Where he went you didn't know, but he wasn't in your room, even when you woke up around 4:00 am.

As time passed he looked more and more human, his arms and calves lightened, losing that terrestrial space shadow that creeped up them, his eyes brightened right up to this beautiful blue you caught yourself staring into more than once.

You were watching a movie, it was late, later than usual. You were tired. James sat on the opposite side of the couch, head resting in his hand. "You humans watch annoying shit." You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and it caught in his hair. He shot you a look but quickly corrected it.

"Watch your tongue." You scolded. He rolled his eyes at you and let out a heavy sigh.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" He grumbled.

"No, it's only..." You checked the clock in the kitchen from the couch. "Oh, geez, it's already twelve after midnight?"

James chuckled. "Twelve twelve, devils hour." You tossed another piece of popcorn at him, this time he caught it in his mouth.

"Heathen." You teased. You stood up and stretched, setting the bowl of popcorn on the couch. James watched you, something you had grown used to. "I have been so bad with time lately." You mumbled.

"I've noticed." James said, taking the bowl and popping more kernels into his mouth. "Missed your bedtime, missed your prayer last night-" Your eyes widened at that.

"I-I forgot to pray last night?" You asked, brows furrowing as you thought back to it. He was right, you hadn't gone through your normal routine, you missed it.

"It's Sunday." You hadn't been to church in...

"Two weeks!" You yelled, rushing to your room. "I haven't been to church in two weeks, James!" He followed you to the bathroom, leaning against the wall as he watched you brush your teeth. "What kind of angel are you?!"

"A demon." A chill ran up your spine and you slowly turned to him. How could you have been so blinded? He was ice cold, his limbs had been blackened and those eyes were cruel. He had horns for crying out loud, he was a demon!

"Get out." You said, mouth full of toothpaste. "Get out, James!" He shrugged and vanished, filling the room with a cool breeze. Your eyes filled with tears, you couldn't believe it. Two weeks had gone by, and you were blind to it all. How could you have let this happen? What plan did God have for you?"

You did your best to stop your tears but it was hard, you'd been lied to, and worst of you had forgotten about your faith. Everything was wrong.

You knelt down in your usual spot, babbling on apology after apology through your quiet cries, candles lit, rosemary in your hands that looked too dark even in the dimly lit room. You said a longer prayer, promising to go to church the next day and the day after that all the way until next Sunday to make up for what you had done.

You crawled into bed but no matter how much you tossed or turned you couldn't get comfortable. Your eyes wouldn't stay shut for long and there was an aching in your gut. Your throat was dry so you went to get water but it didn't help.

You lay on your back on the mattress heaving, the cross that hung above your bed staring back at you. "It's alright, love." That voice, that raspy echo was back sending chills down your spine. "Give in, you know you want to."

You couldn't stop yourself. Your hand was moving on its own beneath the covers and pulling your nightgown up, fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties. "Good girl." The voice mused. "You like that, don't you? Just give in to me."

Your breath caught your throat, the way your fingers rubbed your sensitive nub. "James." You muttered. "Is-is that you, James..?" You blinked and there he was, right back beside you.

He was smiling down at you in bed, though his smile was human and not what it usually was. Maybe that changed sooner and you were just realizing it now.

"I'm right here, baby, just let me help you." When did his fingers take over? You didn't care, they were bigger and the cold was so good against your hot cunt. He pushed a digit into you, making you arch your back.

This was so bad, so terrible wrong. He was a demon and he was doing such vile things to you, but God... it felt so good. Why would it feel good if you weren't supposed to do it?

You pushed his hand off of you, he pulled away without hesitation. You nudged his shoulder, making him fall back onto his back and you crawled on top of him.

One look at what was supposed to be his dick had your stomach turning. You'd never actually seen one but this wasn't human, this was big and bumpy, like something you'd find in those shops your pastor forbade you from.

"How-how does that..." You trailed.

James's hands went to your hips, rubbing soothing circles in your hips. "Don't think about it, just c'mere." His hands moved up higher, lifting your nightgown and tossing it to the side. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down so your chests were pressed together. His one hand went down to stroke his cock. "Deep breath for me, doll."

You listened, inhaling deeply and holding it while he lined his tip with your aching hole. He bottomed out with one harsh thrust, making you yelp. You clung to him, arms tightening around his neck.

A deep chuckle resonated within his chest. "You don't have to do anything, just keep screaming." His hips bucked up into you. "Preferably my name." He set a harsh and fast pace at the start, the room filling with skin slapping and your whiny moans as he hit the same spot over and over.

"Oh, James! Fuck, please!" Hearing you curse made him smile, knowing he was the one making you curse filled him with pride.

His arms stayed tight around you, holding you in place while he bruised your insides. It was like his cock had a tongue, hitting everything at once, stuffing you so nice and full. His pelvis kept hitting your clit.

"James-! James, it-it feels weird." You managed to mumble out between moans. Your gut tightened, a ball of fire building inside that had your eyes fluttering.

"Means you're close, sweetheart." You didn't understand but you didn't have to, it felt good, so fucking good, and you just had to lay there and let him do the work, his low grunts and groans flooding into your ears.

Before long that knot was snapping and your body melted into him. James wasn't far behind, you were already half asleep when you felt his hot cum spurting into you.

James held you on top of him, keeping himself buried in you. You could just barely see the cross hanging above your bed out the corner of your eye, but it was there, staring back at you, but James was warm and strong and he made you feel safe so you didn't care for the time being.

James had other plans. A Catholic girl was just what he'd been looking for, someone who, despite their better judgement, would keep the baby because it was a baby! It was a life, even if it was a demon.

You would work.

[sassypleia]

Like my Blog, I’m curious by choice. It’s a natural instinct to want to know more. By nature I like to look at the whole puzzle and then do my research before entering my two cents to the conversation. Half theories and droplets of information is fine and dandy…. However it leaves way too much room for interpretation. Now you may say that’s hog wash and that anything we receive is gold.

But again… ever heard of fool’s gold?

“Fool's Gold can be one of three minerals. The most common mineral mistaken for gold is pyrite. Chalcopyrite may also appear gold-like, and weathered mica can mimic gold as well. Compared to actual gold, these minerals will flake, powder, or crumble when poked with a metal point, whereas gold will gouge or indent like soft lead. In addition, actual gold will leave a golden yellow streak when scraped on a piece of unglazed porcelain. Pyrite and chalcopyrite will leave a dark green to black streak and the common micas will leave a white streak (https://www.usgs.gov/faqs/what-fools-gold).

We are given information purely based on what is chosen to be released. The way I interpret an event, statement or picture could be different than how everyone else does. I see a kinship with Nic and Luke while others may not see this. Does not mean that I will go and lecture them on why they are wrong while I am correct. (Also does not stop the TROLLS from stating their own opinions).

What we saw on the WT and with all interviews published, they hold a strong bond and respect for one another. In the past we were spoiled with the WT so we saw them together all the time. Now that we do not see them interacting or together publicly does not mean BTS they are not. They have other projects and Bridgerton (Nic did confirm they popped in and out while filming). I think silence and the fact we don’t see what we had seen before speaks volumes. Especially since the WT was supposed to be PR (“supposed to” being the word to focus on) to get the word out about S3 dropping.

When we see behaviors changing between two people, we stop and think. Or we should, some of us went to the theory that they are beefing (insert eye roll 🙄 ). Because we saw their beautiful performance in S3, we knew that they had great chemistry. Always claimed that they had a great friendship. The interviews these two gave. Ofta. Put ideas in our heads. But realistically, it’s known to happen. Friendship like theirs could grow into love.

“The truth is that if the person you have strong romantic feelings for is already your friend, it’s a good thing! How and why? It’s because a close friendship lays a solid foundation for a romantic relationship!

Think about it: you already know them quite well. You know that they have great qualities (which is possibly why you caught feelings, to begin with), and you know and accept the flaws too. Hopefully, your friend also knows and accepts you as a whole.

So, there won’t be this need to be the best versions of yourselves in that initial phase of infatuation and attraction in the relationship (https://www.marriage.com/advice/love/signs-a-friendship-is-turning-into-love/)!

⬆️ A really good article! See the ⬇️ signs

17 signs that your friendship is blossoming into love:

1. The communication frequency suddenly increases

2. You start experiencing jealousy

3. The body language between you two evolves

4. You’re both single

5. You two start flirting with each other

6. Your friend’s behavior turns hot and cold toward you

7. You start having long conversations with each other

8. When something happens, you need them to know first

9. You both try to find ways to be alone with each other

10. The pet names for each other change

11. You tend to mention your friend very frequently

12. You both feel an air of awkwardness and nervousness

13. Your friend is being more vulnerable than usual around you

14. Your common friends know what’s happening

15. They ask you out

16. There’s more physical touch

17. Prolonged eye contact

Does any of these sound familiar? Don’t make me bring up that bracelet Luke received with the engraving from a “fan” (Sure Jan 😉)

Again, your honor, I rest my case.

Xx 🩵

[fangdokja]

Not really a request, but just a thought to share with you! (If that’s alright?)

Imagine Yandere! Demon King having to resort to “granting” his darling immortality, having realized that her lifespan was impeccably fleeting compared to his and demonkind. And seeing how unruly, ferocious, and self-reliant she was throughout their entire time together (or more like her captivity), he went through the trouble of binding her to him in body and soul by turning her into a succubus.

With this, she would be forced to rely on him during “feeding hours”, leaving her utterly helpless as she refuses to “feed” on other people.

Not only would this bring her closer to him, but also the fact that she’s under his dominion now as a demoness.

— Random Anon

WARNING: Semi-formal rambling and formatting. Includes Library Recommendations (nsfw + sfw).

If you guys want Reader lore? (low-key surprised people asking for Reader lore in some series) Well... I already have it all prepared. It's coming next week. Not all of Reader lore yet, but enough to tell you that Reader is not as helpless against even the Yandere! Love Interests, as one might believe:

We have four new characters coming up. And these guys are part of the top tier powerhouses, even compared to Yandere! Demon King. Most likely stronger actually. Actually maybe the strongest four man lineup in the entire series. And personally, I like these guys best. Though, unsure if I'll give them more screentime than one chapter. There's reason for that, but we'll see.

I also have four more new characters alongside these guys, but I haven't finished writing for them as of the moment.

WHY IS THIS SERIES SO POPULAR. adnljdsddsgawfuishas. Is it really 'cause it's otome isekai???? or something else hahaha. I was literally just writing about myself 😭 I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THIS INTO AN ACTUAL SERIES.

OK, now onto the ASK + Library Recommendations (sfw + nsfw).

Nice to meet you, Random Anon :)) I'm glad you're comfortable enough to speak with me about your thoughts. Don't worry, it's fine. I'm glad you're willing and open to share ideas or thought dumps.

Also, out of topic, but I like how you guys are picking "names" and not just emojis haha. Actually, for me, I prefer you guys picking actual names of your choosing. I don't want to constrain the name picking, so feel free to name yourselves anything, when asking anonymously. It'll also help me identify you better. Just make sure it aligns with the blog RULES and Tumblr guidelines.

Ok, this is a thought. But, even in dark humor content and especially in world building. Logic and reality is a must here. I heavily dislike making non-canon lore, it's basically me writing fanfiction on my own work. I can do it, but I heavily prefer canon works only. It's also in my RULES. I will always prefer transparency and honesty, so I will be honest in my answer here. I am aware what you gave is a thought dump and an imagine-scenario, so not necessarily canon. Just sharing thoughts. But, I will expand on the reality of who Reader is.

Reader doesn't just have basic intelligence, nor a dead inside personality when it comes to romance. Canonically speaking, Reader can in fact take on the love interests. So, why does Reader rely on wit, the romance system, and no-powers-mode?

Well, that will come in the next extension of the series. Yes, I'm officially making these into a Headcanons Series. This one:

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

Why am I saying this? Because based on the timeline of the current story with Reader officially escaping and in hiding. It's practically an impossibility for any of the Yandere! Love Interests to try capturing and doing whatever they want with Reader. Yes, impossible.

And even if there was a slim chance of capture even before the escape. Let me tell you know.

No. It's impossible.

Why am I so sure? Well, you'll know why once the new characters come out.

In actuality, all my Reader characters have lore. I just don't give it away so freely, compared to yandere lore. Why? Well, I focus mostly on yandere content for one. The other is because all my Readers are meant to have enigmatic backgrounds. No, I did not just make this because I want you all to feel more in-depth self-insert or something.

The Reader characters have actual lore in fact, all of the characters I make do. I just don't say it outright, because spoilers obviously.

I wouldn't be a psychological horror-thriller author, if I gave things away so easily. I decided to give some crumbs because of the effort Random Anon put into this message. I want you to know, Random Anon, that I appreciate you having the courage to do this, being comfortable with me, and giving me a message of substance. So, thank you.

And, it's why I'm taking this seriously, even if it may disagree with yours or others' thoughts. These crumbs are canon information on the series and characters.

Ok, I rambled a lot. But, to clarify the following:

It's impossible for Yandere! Demon King to turn Reader into a demoness. Considering it's still very early into the series, and unlike my novellas, this is still a lighthearted dark humor series. As of the moment, there will be no permanent and explicit horror factors yet. Why? Characters are still being introduced. Did you really think I'd stop at eight? haha.

Anyways. Yes, later on, it can be changed. But not now.

The Veteran Readers and those who have read my novellas, should know how I write. Take a dip and see how I actually write my horror content. Like this one, newly uploaded as well. It's not even novella length, it's also a headcanons series, if that's what you're used to:

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

I recommend reading Part 2, if you want to see how I write my actual horror content.

Anyways. I'm saying this now. If you honestly think I'll write vanilla yandere content, then I'm sorry, I don't. What I mean is that ALL the Yandere! Love Interests are still part of my yandere collection. Hence, they'll do way more than just controlled feeding and monitoring lifestyles. Especially the demon race, for example.

Or, rather, the stronger they are, the more dangerous they become.

These are the kind of yanderes I generally write: Dom + Top + Older + Sadistic + Red / Black Flag Yanderes

Nor do I hold back in writing horror content.

What you gave is basically the barebones part of yandere content. Trust me when I say, Yandere! Demon King is going to do a lot worse than just isolate and force feed you. In fact, I would even say, he would NOT turn Reader into a demoness. Why? Well, let's just say, he's not as kind and collected as he seems. And I'm not talking about him simply being an emotional mess.

Would Yandere! Demon King grant Reader immortality. No, he wouldn't. Not only is it illogical for him in his eyes, but he has better plans than simply turning Reader into a doll or servant.

Not to mention, yeah, I mentioned Yandere! Demon King can be emotionally unstable. But, I don't mean in simply losing his cool and patience; thus losing his sense of rationality, then acting reckless and stupid. Or losing himself in rage and emotional turmoil. It's something better.

Also, for non-human races. Here, to give you New Readers an idea on how I write them. Read the Sukuna part if you want to know:

Novella 1 : Dominate Me, Daddy. (Brat Tamer)

🔞Will you scream? Or will you beg? (Bakugo Katsuki, Yoichi Isagi, Ryōmen Sukuna, Rex Lapis, Sunday)

I know some of you New Readers came here for dark humor, and lighthearted comedy. But. Let me tell you now, once I write actual "true yandere" content. Well, it's not for the faint of heart.

I only made the dark humor content because I was mindblocked on horror content. It's basically idea generation to me, so I can exercise my brain for erotic horror.

The true yanderes I make are hard doms + top + older + unapologetic + sadistic + does not need darling's validation + will hurt the darling + may kill the darling + truly confident in themselves.

They do not care nor need the darling's permission, validation, feelings, etc. to take what they want. They're not weaklings like that. As individuals, they are strong in their own right. Including mentality.

Yes, this also includes the yanderes in the drabbles.

Do you want to know the ONLY yanderes that won't physically hurt you? It's these guys:

Yandere! Royal Guards

Drabbles

Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

And, that's because they're engineered to protect you, not harm you. These yanderes are the only canon yanderes that will never hurt you physically. They're the ones who will protect you with their lives. Aside from them? Nothing. No one. Every single yandere in my library will hurt and may kill you. Yes. Even if they may not seem like it, even if it's dark humor content, even if they look ridiculous and dramatic.

And you know the good thing about being a psychological horror-thriller author?

No one can tell what happens next.

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology ♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World. ♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows. ♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams. ♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.

[lisbeth-kk]

As proposed by @fluffbruary, I have made a Valentine's rec list. Now that I've read through it, It seems to have become more of a love letter...

First of all, I want to thank someone special in the Sherlock fandom - the remarkably talented podficcer extraordinaire @podfixx There isn't a day that goes by without that comforting voice weaving its way to my heart and core. Picking a favourite is almost impossible, because every single one is a gem. But, there is one I will promote a little extra on this romantic day.

The Wedding Garments by cwb

Summary: This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

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There are authors and fics out there that get less attention than they deserve. This story is just one example of that. It's utterly sweet and there's a dog! Sherlock's dog. Please, give it some love!

Late Nigh Emergency by consult_this_prick

Summary: Sherlock shows up late one night with his sick dog at the doors of John's veterinarian clinic.

There is a collection on AO3 I want to direct your attention to. It's called Johnlock on Holiday in FTH 2024 The title says it all, really. Perhaps you'll find some holiday tips.

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Of course, you don't won't to miss anything the giants of this fandom has written. (I'm only going to name a few of them)

Kaleidoscope by @totallysilvergirl

The Last Envoy by @calaisreno

John Watson's Big Adventure by @mydogwatson

The Wisteria Tree by @silentauroriamthereal

A Quiet Life by @discordantwords

The Silence Between the Notes by @jbaillier

Lost in a Good Book by @khorazir

To Stand Before the Storm by @arwamachine

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Honourable mentions of writers that never dissapoint:

A Strange Encounter by @holmesianlove

Rache (German for Revenge) by @blogstandbygo

By the Bi by @keirgreeneyes

When the Worst Parts Begins by @thalialunacy

Without Complexities or Pride by @raina-at

White Pony Tattoo by @meetinginsamarra

The Murder of Sir Emory J. Amat by @chriscalledmesweetie

Kinesis by @stellacartography

An Experiment in Ethanol by @the-reading-lemon

Like a Man by @hubblegleeflower

The Gilded Cage by @the-pen-pot

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It wont't do to forget the fantastic artists this fandom is so lucky to be blessed with. Go visit their blog to see their portfolio.

@petite-madame @bluebellofbakerstreet @helloliriels @justanobsessedpan @gooolabatooo @ceruleanmindpalace @nitaelwyart @a-victorian-girl @starrosea

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And last, but certainly not least, the fandom's librarian, the keeper of lists for every possible and impossible prompt, AU, trope, etc - Steph @inevitably-johnlocked

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We have a saying where I live: no one mentioned, no one forgotten, and I am certain that I have forgotten many amazing people, but not mentioning anyone would undermine the task completely, so there's that. It is what it is...

Much love to you all!

[wardenparker]

The Unbearable Weight of Perfection, ch 2

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When an accident of fate throws Javi G into the path of his soulmate, his instinct is to dive in head first. Adjusting to life as the fated partner of someone you barely know is going to be harder than either of you suspect, but anything worth having is worth working for. Isn't it?

(This story is heavily inspired by the lovely house museums that I work in every day and the fantastic few months that HBO was using our houses to film a TV show in fall! I spent each day on that set in wonder and I can't wait to share the experience with all of you through this story.)

Rating: M for Mature but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 14.9k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, references to abusive family members -- i.e. Lucas.* More fluff and sweetness. Adorable and awkward flirting. Workplace romance, technically? Clothing/trying on clothing. Summary: The first day of the movie crew's work is here, and no one is prepared for the whirlwind that this day will bring -- not even you and Javi. Notes: We started off strong with a big ol' error last week guys! Sorry about that. But thank you to those folx who brought it to my attention, you're simply the best readers out there. The start date of ch1 is now fixed and dates are fixed across the board. 🧡 This week enjoy a photo of the music room at The Breakers -- the house that inspired or fictional Hazelwood House.

Friday, April 4, 2025

“Javi, you don’t want to meet with the cast?”

He pauses, looking out of the front window of the little cottage at the wooden stakes marked off in the barren ground. Cleared and ready to be built and now lying abandoned. There didn’t seem to be much need to continue building a house when the woman who he was building it for had left. “They don’t need me at the read through.” He tells his agent, knowing that she had pushed for him to be on set and involved in every aspect of the filming, giving him more creative control. He appreciated it, but he was more excited about where the movie was being filmed than who was in it.

The thing is, Sherry knows him. She knows that there has to be a reason he pushed for the specific shooting location that inspired the script. She knows there's some girl there that he won't talk about – he'd showed up moon eyed to a meeting one day after working on the script and there had been something about it that screamed infatuation. Which is why she has no problem at all pulling the ace out from her proverbial sleeve.

"I would have thought you would want to see the house again." She hums. "Oh well. I'll let them know you're not coming and I'll cancel the car from the studio."

“The meeting is at the house?” He had assumed it was the studio read through. Not at the house. She hums and he starts to panic. “No! No, um, on second thought, I should see who is going to be playing my characters.”

Ever the professional, Sherry keeps her smile polite and betrays no hint of victory, despite the fact that she barely had to fight at all. "The director wanted the cast to be able to look around the house and grounds before the furniture gets swapped out for set pieces." She explains easily.

“Is the staff going to be there?” He asks eagerly. “To answer any questions for the cast? I don’t know a lot about the history, I mean. It would be good, you know, to have them there.” The idea of seeing you again has him already walking into his bathroom to get ready, needing a shower.

"As I understand it, a few of the docents will be there today." So that's what it is. One of the girls from the museum staff. "You have half an hour until the car gets here, Javi," she calls after him, grinning as he immediately hops into high gear.

Javi grins as he starts to rush through his shower. It’s ridiculous how excited he is by the idea of just seeing you again. Especially since he can’t recall ever seeing or hearing your name. He just knows that his entire mood brightens when he thinks about the few times that he’s interacted with you.

She hums again, pleased this time, and sits down in the living room of Javi's little house to wait. She has work she can do on her laptop in the meantime and sends a text off to the production assistant in charge of corralling the creative team for the movie, confirming that Javi will be there. Now she just needs to find out who this girl is.

Towel wrapped around his waist; he hurries into the bedroom closet to pick out an outfit. Wanting to strike the right chord and look good when he arrives.

Sherry only has to hurry him along once, and he's tucked into the studio car right on time and sent off to Santa Barbara. She doesn't have to babysit him there, she knows he'll do his work, but it's good that she stayed long enough to get him in the car. A day of work and whatever girl is in that house will do Javi a world of good.

In the car, Javi fiddles with his phone, triple checking the time and discreetly turning on the camera to check his appearance. He had made sure not to put on too much cologne, but he had completely forgot to check his hair. Even if it is shorter than he had worn it before.

He fidgets all the way to the museum, and the anticipation settles over him like the buzz of electricity threatening to shock him at any moment. The first thing he does when he walks in the front door is look to the front desk, but it isn't who he's looking for. He vaguely recognizes the young woman though, and flounders for a moment to remember her name. It's the girl who had been with you that night just before Christmas. The one who suggested you take your break with him.

“Hi.” He flashes smile at the woman. “I’m—”

“I’m so sorry sir.” Moira hates that the mystery man who managed to make you float on air arrived today of all days. “The house is closed for a private event.” She tilts her head sympathetically and walks around the desk to usher him outside.

“No, I just wished to see—”

“We will we be closed for the next four months.” She has dealt with difficult people all day. Insisting their little tour wouldn’t interrupt anything and she doesn’t want to have to tell you this guy ended up being a jackass.

“No, you don’t understand—”

“Javi!” He spins around when his name is called from deeper inside the house, turning to see the producer of the film, smiling broadly as he rushes forward.

“Scott.” He’s grateful that the other man had shown up when he did, about to be booted out on his ass by the girl.

"Javi?" Moira quickly moves back to the desk to look at the clipboard that she was given by the producer now striding into the foyer. Glancing down and down it, her jaw drops open a little before she lights up with glee. "Javier Gutierrez?" She asks, looking up at the producer.

"Our writer." Scott affirms. "We almost started without you, Jav. C'mon in. We're all in the ballroom."

“Sorry.” He ducks his head in apology and his eyes shift over to Moira. He nods quickly, not wanting her to think he was upset with her before he follows Scott. “The traffic was heavier than the driver anticipated.” He explains as they walk down the hall.

"Not to worry. But it's good you're here. You know how changes go." Scott hustles them along a hallway and through the open pocket doors into a ballroom that would fit an entire Olympic swimming pool. There are tables set up on one end so the cast can all face each other during the read, with extra seats for key members of the production team. On the other end of the ballroom, two production assistants are setting up a makeshift catering table with someone sitting in a chair at the far end.

He doesn’t feel nervous when he sees the famous faces that will be bringing the script to life. He smiles and waves to each one of them, happy that such a talented group has been chosen by the production team and the director. It’s going to be amazing, he can feel it. No, he gets nervous when he sees you sitting in a chair away from the tables, looking just as shocked to see him. Freezing for a second before he gives the most awkward wave of his life and wants to kick himself for being so ridiculous.

OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod—

You almost short circuit, sitting there in that chair with your legs crossed and a book in your lap. Your jaw drops open in surprise while the rest of you lights up, returning his sweet, shy wave with a little one of your own.

Somehow you hadn’t even considered the possibility that a writer would be on set for the filming of their movie, although in retrospect of course they would. You’re just so stunned that it’s him that you can barely think.

She’s here. That’s the thought that flutters through his mind until Scott touches his arm and breaks the spell that seems to have possessed him. Pointing him to a chair and he sits down, twisting his head to look back at you one more time to confirm that it’s you and not his overactive imagination playing tricks on him.

He catches you looking and you don’t even have the presence of mind to do anything but be mildly embarrassed and giddy that he’s actually here. That for the next four months, the chances of seeing him aren’t just increased but high. Is it a silly crush? Absolutely. But there’s nothing wrong with that in the least.

Javi tries to focus, but he catches himself wondering if you are listening. If you are happy that he will be here for the next four months.

He barely manages to mark comments during the read. His mind is forty feet in back of him sitting next to that folding table. It’s wrapped up in the navy blue dress and brown leather riding-style boots you have on today. He is utterly distracted beyond repair.

When the reading is finished with there is chatter at the table, a speech from the director, another from a different producer, and then one from the museum’s head curator.

You manage to hear most of what your boss says, straining a little only at times because of the size of the room, but the acoustics are good enough. She’s telling the cast and production crew that they’re going to be split into three groups to be led around the house by herself and the two docents here today. And then she excuses herself to bring Moira in while the whole cast breaks for something to eat before their tours.

Immediately Javi turns towards you and makes a beeline towards the chair where you are sitting. Or were sitting, now standing up and brushing down the front of your dress in an adorably nervous way. “Hi.” He rushes out when he gets within three feet of you.

“Hi.” The answering chirp is just as bright and excited as his is. You can’t help it. “I—I had no idea you’d be here.”

“I- I wrote the movie.” He’s not bragging, not really. He’s just stumbling for something to say without sounding like an idiot. “My agent, she insists that I be involved with the production. So that I can keep creative influence over the final product.” The success of the three movies he’s written so far has all but guaranteed that he gets what he asks for and she makes sure he does.

“You wrote a movie that takes place here?” Obviously he did, but you’re still stunned enough to be fumbled to connect all of the dots necessary to sound like an intelligent person. “Is that…I mean…it has to be, doesn’t it? Why you came back to visit the house? It really spoke to you.”

“That’s part of it.” Not all of it of course. The house is beautiful and did spark his interests, but that’s not the entire reason he kept coming back.

“Only part?” You can’t help feel yourself hoping. That dangerous, seductive, riotous feeling that takes wing in the hollow of your chest. That part of you dreams he’s thought about you a mere fraction as much as you’ve thought about him.

“I came back several other times.” He admits bashfully. “You were not here, I must assume you were off.”

“You…looked for me?” And just like that, hope’s wings unfurl into something so bold and beautiful that you almost erupt into disbelieving, giddy giggles.

“I liked our conversations.” He’s worried that it might have been improper until you start beaming at him. Making him smile in response.

“I did too.” It’s a terrible understatement, but it’s true.

“You did?” He brightens slightly, licking his bottom lip nervously. “I was worried that I was bothering you.” He admits with a laugh.

“Not at all.” In fact, the warmth in your cheeks at that simple confession runs all the way down your neck and blossoms in your chest. “I was afraid that I was bothering you.”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head vigorously. “I was disappointed to learn I couldn’t have a one-on-one tour.” He admits. “I asked once, when you were off, hoping to get you and you weren’t there anyway.” He can’t help but laugh at himself for that and shrugs.

“I’m certain we could manage one during filming, though things will be moved around. Our furniture and collections items are going into storage starting tomorrow.” It will be a very busy work day for your conservation and collections staff along with the moving company that has been hired, but the docents have the weekend off. You’ve planned a very busy weekend of sitting around and doing nothing at all.

He moves towards the tables that are ladened down with food and picks up a plate to hand to you. “I know, but the furniture will be replicas of the original furniture.” He had been specific about certain pieces in the script. “The set designer loved the originals.”

“Really?” Surely that must have cost a fortune, and it shocks you that he would have gone through so much work. “Is that why they want the cast and crew to see the set up of the house today?”

“Yes.” He nods. “I gave a specific tone for this movie.” He admits, smiling as he reaches for a mini croissant chicken salad. “Do you like these?” He offers, holding it out to you. “Craft services is really good.”

“I love chicken salad. Thank you.” Not to mention you’ll try just about anything once, but he’s hit on a favorite immediately. He sets two of the small sandwiches on your plate beside the scone you had already selected. “So you…write the film after visiting? Or did the house happen to fit the story that you wanted to tell?”

“I was starting the script.” He admits. “I was stuck on how I wanted it to be set and the house was mentioned. So I decided to come see it.” He chooses a little egg tart and hums. “That first visit is where you talked about the mosaic tiles. I knew then I wanted the movie set here.”

“Because of the tiles?” You ask, amused at the thought. He had been so entranced by the detail that you almost aren’t surprised.

“It’s is so specific.” He defends. “That had to be a decision that was made by the owners, the designers. I can’t imagine the builder caring if the tiles were the same marble.”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” you remind him with a gentle laugh. “I wish the family had kept more records about the design choices, but how could Mrs. Hollingsworth have known her house would become a museum?”

“It would be interesting to see.” He agrees, scooping some of the seafood salad onto his plate.

“The great-grandchildren, the ones that are still living, are notoriously hands off.” You explain as you go down the line together, filling your plates with all of the delicious looking offerings that catering has provided. “And their children have no connection to the house whatsoever. So whatever information we’re ever going to have…we pretty much already have it.”

“That’s sad.” He frowns slightly, remember his own big beautiful house that would be forgotten. It had been seized by the police when Lucas has been arrested.

“Perhaps we’ll do some digging in the archives one day or find something new in a trap door of the attic.” You hope you will, anyway. The more information the better. “Who knows?”

The two of you make your way through the line to the drinks and he picks up a strawberry lime soda. “Do you want to talk while we eat?” He asks. “Or do you have to meet with your boss?”

“No, I—I’d rather stay and talk to you.” It seems like a very forward thing to say, but you pick out a can of sparkling lemonade from the cooler and practically beam. “My boss will let me know who is in my tour group after lunch.”

“Then we should sit down.” He guides you over to table to sit, finding the leads of the film already sitting.

Sitting down to a casual lunch with movie stars was not something you had on your Bingo card for your life. Not really. Living in Southern California didn’t guarantee a damn thing and you certainly haven’t done any kind of acting since high school drama club. The best you can do is a polite if awkward smile as you sit down in the chair that is being held out for you and hope that small talk trends toward the house. That you can talk about.

“Javi, I am sooooo thrilled to work on this.” The lead actress, Tamara Wilson, has an impressive range from what he has seen in the audition clips. “The script is amazing.”

He sits down and ducks his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“It’s such character-focused story telling.” The younger of the two male leads, Jason Grant, is a relative newcomer but fought to get this role and he’s excited for it. “The research you did is incredible.”

He chuckles. “It was interesting.” He shoots you a glance. “The house is part of the focus of the film.” He explains since you haven’t read the script. “A character on her own.”

“She’s a very worthy to house to include.” A glowing part of you warms from the toes up at the idea that any of this might be because you talked to him about the house, and you don’t mind admitting that to yourself at all. “I’ll do my very best, we all will, to answer any question you all have about the house and the family here. I know the family in your movie will be different, but we’ll do so glad to answer any questions we possibly can.”

“Are there any secret passages?” Tamara asks, leaning in with the gleam of excitement in her eyes.

“Several.” You assure her with a grin. “I’ll show you when we walk around. The staff made their way through the house invisibly to make it like the place operated by magic alone.”

“That is amazing.” She gushes, looking around to try to figure out where an opening would be in this room. “Imagine the secrets they must have overheard.”

"Any time someone in a costume drama jokes that 'the maids know everything', it's not really a joke." Eating as you chat makes it feel slightly less daunting, especially with Javier sitting beside you looking like he's hanging on your every word. "Domestic staff knew everything about the people they worked for. And were usually privy to secrets that the family were keeping from each other, on top of it all."

“So you would want to make sure your staff was loyal to you.” She nods seriously and looks over past Jason to Alexander as he joins the four of you at the table. “Or in this case - you.” She snorts and rolls her eyes playfully.

"Me?" Alex points to himself, eyebrows raised, and sets his plate down beside the binder holding his script. "What did I do?"

Alex is objectively beautiful, even Javier can admit that as he glances over at the man that magazines call a ‘heartthrob’. It is rumored that he will be the next year’s Sexiest Man Alive and better yet, he’s a beautiful soul. Jason chuckles. “You have to make sure all the staff are loyal to you.” He explains and points at you. “Starting with her.”

"Oh," you fluster, clearing your throat gently and looking unintentionally bashful. "I'm afraid my loyalties are already spoken for. No hard feelings, gentlemen." It's a ludicrous thing to say to one of the biggest movie stars in Hollywood and a tv actor you've swooned over with Moira, but...it's true. And there's just no way to deny it.

“Well, damn.” Even though he’s just now getting involved with the conversation, Alex is nothing if not willing to tease and joke around with his casemates. “Way to break a man’s heart before introductions.” He reaches out his hand. “Alex Powell.” He introduces himself, giving that characteristic smile that has ladies normally swooning. “Sure I can’t change your mind?”

"As much as I appreciate the offer, Mr. Powell -- and it's very nice to meet you by the way -- I'm afraid not." You can think of at least a half dozen friends off the top of your head who would be screaming to shake Alexander Powell's hand right now, but you find yourself oddly impartial to him in this moment. Obviously he's handsome, but the man sitting to your right, with his gorgeous curls and bright brown eyes, has already laid every possible claim over your affections.

“Damn.” His eyes slide to your side and he notices the way Javi Gutierrez, the entire reason he signed on to the project, looks downright relieved at your answer. “Then you and I are going to be friends.” He decides, sending you a wink.

******

When the lunch break finishes, everyone clears away their dishes into the bins provided by the catering staff, and the museum's head curator steps up to the front of the group. "We'll split into three tour groups," she announces pleasantly, her characteristic smile broad across her face. "Group A will be the technical crew and production assistants. Group B will be the costumers, hair and make-up department, and Second Team actors. Group C will be First Team actors and production crew."

She looks out on the sea of assembled people, as the crew that were not on site for the read through all arrived during lunch time. "Group A will be with me, Group B with our docent Moira," she points to the north side of the ballroom and Moira waves. And then Leslie points in your direction, telling Group C that they will be taking their tour with you.

Javi lights up, hoping that he would be put with you, although he never would have protested. Whatever is happening between you both is fragile and this is your job. Calling attention to your boss is never a good thing, at least he would never willingly admit anything to Lucas before. Protecting that glowing feeling in his chest as he steps towards you.

"We keep getting lucky," you murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear as you smother a smile.

“I wonder if your boss decided to do that on purpose.” Biting his lip, he glances over at the older woman. “She is the one I spoke to about a private tour.”

“Maybe.” But you can’t say you mind. Not even a little bit. “Leslie is incredibly sweet. I can see her doing that. She’ll always do what she can to make people happy.”

“It won’t make you uncomfortable for me to be on the tour?” He doesn’t think that it will make you feel that way, but he wants to be sure. He knows he can be a little….intense at times.

“Why would I be uncomfortable with that?” If you’re being honest with yourself, you’d be a little jealous if he went on someone else’s tour. It’s just the crush talking, surely, but you feel connected to him. Like he would just wander away carrying a piece of you if he went with anyone else.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs and grins as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Maybe I am being too bold?” He offers. “I can be over eager sometimes.”

"To be fair..." Having him talk of being bold makes you feel the same way. "You haven't actually said anything forward at all."

He realizes that you are right, but the way you say it makes his smile widen, reaching his eyes. “Perhaps you would like me to?” He asks, only to have Scott come up and clap him on the back.

“Tour time!” He grunts happily. “Javi, make sure to point out to Alex and Tamara where their clandestine scenes will be.”

You don't know the man from a hole in the wall but you are instantly frustrated with this producer. His timing was perfectly horrible and you nearly deflate at not being able to answer Javier right away. The best you can do right now is catch his eye as the group starts to assemble around you and mouth, 'Yes' with a nod of your head. Yes, you absolutely do want him to be bold. To make a move. To actually like you as much as you like him.

Javi tucks his hands deeper into his pockets and hangs back slightly so he can have a moment to celebrate. He hurries to catch up and is eager to hear everything you have to say.

All three tours start in different areas of the house. You walk the cast and main production crew through each room, talking to them about the architecture of the house, the use of each room, and the family that lived here. You show them the servant’s passages and answer as many questions as they have about the everyday workings of big houses and upper class families and large domestic staffs of the Gilded Age.

At one point, Tamara laughs in disbelief at the sheer breadth of the knowledge you have accumulated. “How did you get to be such an expert?” She asks, genuinely interested as she pokes around the dressing room attached to Mrs. Hollingworth’s bedroom on the second floor.

“They say it takes ten thousand hours to be an expert in something,” you shrug your shoulders. “I ended up studying history in college, put my focus on domestic history and the culture of families in the Victorian and Gilded eras, and then I’ve worked in house museums. So…maybe five years ago? Would be when those ten thousand hours were fulfilled?”

“Wow.” Javi is suitably impressed. “That is amazing. I think that I have only become an expert in movies.” He snorts. “Watching them, not making them. Not yet.”

“Do we have an on set historical consultant?” Alex asks Scott, turning to the producer with a flourish of his hands in your direction. “I mean we have one, but can we make her official?”

Javi nods in agreement when Scott glances towards him. “It would be good to have her on set. Help them with any needed facts and I could use her for potential re-writes.”

“Oh, I couldn’t— I—”

“Done.” Scott nods. “Save me having to hunt down resources for you, so I’m all for it.” He gives you the same too-pleased smirk and insincere wink that you’ve seen him give nearly everyone else. “Welcome to Hollywood, kid.”

Alex chuckles, moving over to you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. "Buckle up." He warns, jostling you playfully. "We will pick your brain clean. I want to make sure we get this on the radar for awards."

“Oh, but that…that’s down to all of you. Not to me.” Your mind is spinning but not at all in a bad way. It all feels like the most fantastic dream. “You’re going to help.” Tamara promises, confident and bubbling over with excitement. “And when we get those red carpet invitations, one of us will bring you as our date. You’ll have a blast.”

Javi's eyes widen, surprised by the idea coming from the lead actress but he doesn't deny that. Hoping that he wouldn't have to watch you walk the carpet with someone else. That would be his luck.

“That’s a very generous offer.” One that flusters you immeasurably, and you shuffle your booted feet in place. “I’m very excited to help, just nervous. That’s all.”

“Don’t be nervous.” Jason huffs, smiling at you and tugging Tamara close to his side. They have previous worked together on a small project and are happy to be reunited again. “We are just as normal as you are. We just have a job that is….public.” He chuckles.

“Let’s take a little break before we talk about Monday’s scenes.” Always working, Scott wipes his hands on each other and looks around. “Coffee.” He decides, heading off toward the catering table.

"Javier, I have a few questions about the script." Tamara poses, tilting her head as she looks towards Javi. "Would you mind chatting about it for a few minutes?"

His eyes float to you hesitantly, but you just smile. “I need to check in with my boss and let her know about the…the very generous consultant offer. Come and find me when you’re done?”

"I will." He nods, not even noticing the raised brows and shared smiles the actors share. Both of you are laying claim to each other and it's honestly interesting to watch.

Your heart is pounding as you make your way back over to Leslie and Moira, feeling like you're about to deliver terrible news when it probably won't change much of anything. Several of the other docents had taken the spring off rather than work on the movie set, and the ones who did want to be there for the film had had to fight for shifts.

"So how did your tour go?" Leslie asks, a small smirking smacks of smugness on her face. She had wondered if the writer of the script had a little crush on you when she finally put two and two together today. He was the same man who had been obviously looking for you when he asked about a personalized tour, describing you to a T.

"It was good." If you were glowing any more, you would be a lamppost. You're sure of that. But you can't help it in the least. "It was really great. Everyone is super nice."

"Especially your writer?" Moira asks with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.

"What is his name?" Leslie asks, wondering if the two of you had actually had a conversation that is more than just longing glances and flirtatious banter. Both of you seem smitten, almost like you are soulmates.

"Javier." Even saying his name lights you up a little more, but you correct yourself a moment later. "Javi."

"Javi." She hums, nodding. "He looks like a Javi." She admits with a grin. "I didn't know if you had a stalker when he came in a few months ago and asked for you. Didn't know your name, but described you."

"We hadn't gone so far as to exchange names until today," you admit, practically biting your lip to keep your grin from growing even wider. "We had met twice before. He came in several times when he was writing the film, apparently."

"I knew that he had come in several times. I remember seeing him. Honestly? I was hoping he wasn't creepy, especially when I thought he kept coming back to look for you. I didn't let you know in case. I didn't let him know your schedule." In hindsight, she should have told you, but she is kind of a momma bear towards her docents. Protective.

"We appreciate that you take care of us, believe me." From time to time there are creepy guests who make the docents and other staff uncomfortable, so it's good that Leslie always keeps an eye out. The well-dressed Midwestern blonde looks unassuming but packs a wallop when she's displeased. "But Javi is very sweet. He's..." A dreamy sigh settles in your chest and you break out laughing. "I'm horribly smitten, guys. I'm sorry. I can't even pretend otherwise."

Moira's brows shoot up. "I knew you had a crush, but this— giirrrrrrl." She tilts her head. "You're acting like that man is your soulmate."

"Oh no." Another laugh escapes you, but this one isn't as big or full. "I don't think I could get that lucky."

“You don’t?” She scoffs doubtfully but she doesn’t press. Even if you don’t have shared scars with this man, it’s the most interested you’ve been with anyone in a long time. “Although I’m really fucking jealous that you got to breathe the same air as Alex Powell.”

"Actually, um...come to that." Looking apologetically between Moira and Leslie, you face your boss with the bravest and most simultaneously plaintive expression you can muster. "The production team has...invited me to fill a position." One which you can't understand why Leslie herself isn't filling, but maybe they asked her and she had to say no to...you know...run the museum. "They've asked me to be their on set historical consultant."

Leslie bites her lip, honestly amused that you are looking surprised by that offer. You are one of the most knowledgeable docents she has, probably that she’s ever had. “What do you think about that?” She asks seriously. “That could mean wildly different working hours.” She reminds you. “There’s going to be a lot of night filming.”

"I don't mind a change of hours. I mean...when am I ever going to get another chance to be on a movie set?" Still, you're twisting your fingers around each other nervously and wringing your hands. "I'd like to accept, if it's alright with you? I mean, you're my boss and in no way do I want to leave the museum. Tours are on hiatus until filming is finished anyhow, and if I take a leave of absence then you could give more docents hours being set supervisors." It was the job of the docents on set to watch over the house and protect it during filming. To basically be bodyguards for the house and always keep a watchful eye on things.

“I think that you would still be able to keep your hours here.” She says after a moment. “But it wouldn’t include overtime. Just your normal work week.” She shrugs. “Have they discussed pay?”

"Not yet. I assume I'll have to meet with someone from the studio and sign whatever contract they use for consultants." Not that you have any idea what any of that will mean, but you're eager to find out.

Moira, for her part, grins and hugs you to her side. "Fancy job and a fancy guy. Look at you!"

“That means that I will need you to step up as head docent.” Leslie reminds Moira with a smile. “Do you have any problem with that?”

“I will do my best to live up to it.” Moira agrees, though she knows she doesn’t have as much experience as you. Though she has worked at Hazelwood longer, you’ve been in museum work in general for more time and have a stronger academic background than she does. But she also knows that if Leslie thinks she can do it, then she shouldn’t be second guessing her own abilities.

"You will do wonderfully." She has faith in that, although she knows that she will also be around. She's protective of the house and interested in the movie that is being filmed here.

“It sounds like we’re all going to have a hell of a spring and summer on our hands.” You observe, eliciting laughs from the other two women.

Javi is discussing the script with Tamara and Scott when you walk back over. Listening to the actress seriously and contemplating her ideas. “Why don’t I write the pages, and you can see if it fits the character?” He asks, willing to take the changes and see. “Run through both and see which one you like better?” That is directed towards Scott, who knows what the director is looking for.

“If we can get it done over the weekend, we’ll test it.” Scott agrees. “Sally will be in tomorrow, she had one more producers she was meeting with today.” He checks his watch, checks his phone, and in the process of moving around spots you. “Do I need to talk to your boss for you?” He asks, seeing that you look nervous.

“Oh! No. It’s all set. Whatever contract you need me to sign, I’ll look over when it’s ready. But Leslie has no problem with the arrangement.”

“Good.” Javi knows the production will be fair. One of the reasons he was excited to work with this studio is because they have a good reputation.

“Good.” Scott agrees, clapping you in the shoulder and going off in the opposite direction.

Javi sees the confusion on your face and laughs. "Don't worry." He assures you. "There will be a contract brought around to you. It will be fair."

Javi is sitting beside Tamara, one leg crossed over the other and looking like the most relaxed and picturesque god of a man you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s not the contract that has you confused in this moment, it’s wondering how you got so lucky that he could actually be interested in you.

“I’ll let you two talk.” Tamara offers, flashing you a wink and a grin as she gets up to scoot away.

Javi smiles happily as you slide into the seat that Tamara vacates. Happy that you are going to be on set for the duration. He knows that he will be here too, already asking if he could have a space to set up his equipment instead of working from home like he had originally anticipated. "Are you happy to be asked to work on the movie?" He asks curiously. "You will be listed in the credits."

“It’s all a little surreal,” you admit, perched on the edge of the chair like you’re afraid it might get swept out from under you at any second. “I always dreamed about working in Hollywood. I mean who doesn’t at some point? But I never thought it would actually happen.”

“Honestly? Same.” He laughs quietly. “I had dreams, but with my family….” He frowns slightly and shrugs it off. “It was not possible until a few years ago. I was just obsessed with film. Movies. The magic and wonder of it all.”

“I’m sorry your family wasn’t supportive.” You shift in your seat to face him better and feel your heart leap up into your throat almost instantly. You could have sworn you saw the flicker of something above the line of his loafer but it can’t be.

He’s always uncomfortable when talking about his family. Shifting slightly in his seat and moving his ankle to rest on his knee. “That is the past.” He offers with a small smile. ��I look towards the future.”

“I—I’m—I’m really sorry, but…” With your pulse pounding blood so loudly in your ears that it has drowned out your thoughts. “Your ankle—?” Clear as day now, the vertical scar on the inside of his ankle that curves ever so slightly at the top like a Shepard’s crook is exposed for anyone to see.

It can’t be. Can it?

He frowns for a second before he follows your eyes to his leg and he nods. “Oh.” It’s an old scar, not red or angry. Just a silvery distortion of his skin. “Old injury.” He explains. “I fell out of an olive tree when I was younger.” He was pushed out, by Lucas, but he doesn’t talk about that. “The old iron fencing around the base wasn’t kind.” He adds, lifting his pant leg so you can see it properly.

The strangled sort of hiccupping sound you make is barely smothered by your hand flying to your lips, but the water rising up in your eyes can't be disguised. "A-and...and...how long ago was that?" It's impossible, and yet here it is right in front of you. A mark you know as well as you know any other shape in the world.

Javi told his head curiously, surprised by your reaction to his scar. “About twenty years ago.” He murmurs cautiously. “I was old enough to know better. Why?”

"I—" You could explain. You could. But words have utterly failed you in this moment. This moment that has you reaching to unzip your right boot and pull your sock away from your ankle to expose the very same shepherd’s crook scar on your own skin.

Javi’s confused smile quickly slides into a frown. Tugging his lips down as his eyes widen. Shock making his mouth hang open and he slides out of his seat to his knees in front of your leg. Looking up at you for a moment to confirm you aren’t playing a prank on him. Then looking down and slowly reaching for your ankle to rub his thumb over the scar that matches his. He doesn’t care about the short, stubbly leg hair where you obviously haven’t shaved in a few days. Too entranced by the rippled skin that is smoother than his own since your skin wasn’t ripped open but matches his in every way. “You-“ His eyes light up and he exhales roughly. “You are my soulmate.”

"Do you..." Dry sobs stick in your throat, but the ecstatic warmth of his touch to your skin is its own answer. "Do you...have a tattoo of a blue morpho butterfly on your ribcage?"

He lets go of your ankle and starts to pull his button up shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Pulling it up to expose his right side. The perfect little butterfly at the top of his ribcage showing against his skin.

The whole rest of the room has gone silent around you, but neither you or Javi has noticed in the least. The whole rest of the world might have ceased to exist and you would never have known the difference. "This is unbelievable..." you breathe, reaching out to touch his skin with the same reverence and gentle care than he caressed your ankle.

“You- you - when did you get this?” He asks seriously, voice barely above a whisper.

"Eight years ago." Please let it be true, please let it be true...

He nods, his smile starting to stretch his face. “May, right?”

"Right." All at once the water spills over, two tears streaking down your cheeks. "Oh my god..."

“I cannot believe it.” He gasps, reaching for your cheek and wiping away your tears before he frowns. “Unless….you don’t like that?” He asks, wondering why you are crying.

"Like it?" A disbelieving laugh blows the entire thought away and you take his hand in yours. "I'm overjoyed."

“Fantastic.” He allows himself to be happy. To show it on his face and he beams. “That’s fantastic.”

“Can I…” It all sort of washes over you in a wave of too many things to parcel them all out from each other. “Can I…Give you a hug or something? I don’t even know what comes next. I just…I can’t believe it.”

“I want to kiss you.” He confesses. Now understanding why he was so drawn to you. You were like the flame to his moth. He couldn’t resist your pull.

"Thank god," you almost burst out laughing, barely containing the sound. "I wasn't sure if that was too much to ask for."

It’s like a scene in a movie, you are still laughing as he cups your head in his hands and lunges forward. Kissing you with joy and elation, groaning immediately when your lips touch his.

It isn't as though you've never been kissed. Kissed well, even. But this leaves every other good kiss so far behind that the trail of dust would stretch for miles. The warmth and welcome of him is all consuming, to the point that you nearly slide out of your seat just to get closer to him and sink farther into the kiss.

He loses all concept of time, of space, as he kisses you. Everything has faded into the background or completely disappears. Wondering at how right this feels.

It’s only when you come out of it — breaking the kiss for air and barely open your eyes to be able to look your soulmate in the face again — that you realize that everyone else in the room has erupted into whistles, cheers, and applause.

Javi starts to blush, looking around the room sheepishly and then back at you. Starting to giggle and he leans in to kiss you again. “My soulmate.”

"My soulmate." The word sounds so incredible breathed against his lips.

“Let’s get married.” Javi blurts out impulsively, grinning at you.

The rush of your heartbeat rockets through the roof, but you cling to him and some sort of ecstatic, nearly crazed laugh crosses your lips. "Yes." No hesitation. No worries. No second guessing. Just the absolute certainty that this is meant to be.

“Yes?” He is almost in disbelief and then you nod, cupping his face and kissing him back. “Yes!” He shouts and leaps up to drag you up and spin you around the room. “We are getting married!”

Gasps and more applause are the least of it, as it seems that everyone in the ballroom crushes in around the both of you in a flurry of excitement. Questions come from all angles, but you can barely hear them. can barely process any of it. It's a whole world just swirling around you when all that matters is him.

It’s only the sound of others cheering that brings him back down to reality. Making him turn and look at the cast, crew and production team clapping and grinning. He gives an embarrassed chuckle and turns back to you, his forehead pressed against yours. “We have made a scene.” He hums, smiling.

“I don’t mind,” you tell him, still giggling softly in his arms. “Not at all.”

“You don’t?” That makes him chuckle happily. “That’s good.”

Moira and Leslie are practically in giggling tears to your left, ready to swoop in and hug you into oblivion and Tamara looks like she’s ready to cry too.

“What?” She huffs when Jason prods her. “It’s so romantic!”

“Romantic, yes.” He rolls his eyes, “but what are we going to doooooo about it?” He’s secretly a big softie. “That means the walk through is done for the day. They are going to go get married.”

“So? I don’t mind ending early so soulmates can go get married.” In fact she’s positively gooey over the idea for about three seconds until she remembers herself. “Oh! Oh!! I can marry you!” Tamara crows, all but clapping with joy. “If you want me to, I mean! I got certified last year for my cousin.”

“Now that is an idea.” Leslie agrees with a growing smile. “We have almost everything we need right here.”

Javi knows that he would give you anything when you turn those wide, hopeful eyes on him. “Do you want to get married here?” He asks. “I don’t mind.”

“Is that okay with you?” If you’re being honest, you’ve dreamt of having your wedding here for just as long as you’ve worked at Hazelwood, but you would understand if he had something else in mind. “It’s fitting, really, isn’t it? Since we met here.”

"It is perfect." He would do anything to keep that look of absolute happiness on your face. "It will be part of our story, woven into the fabric of our lives."

“Do you really want to do it now?” The idea is so wonderfully romantic that you almost sigh. “Like tonight?”

His eyes shift back towards Leslie. "Can we make it happen?" He asks her. "Small, beautiful. Involving anyone and everyone who wants to participate?" He knows he doesn't have family and you've not mentioned any, so it is almost fitting that your friends and work family be involved. The cast and crew almost look giddy at the idea of contributing.

“Absolutely.” She kinds around at all the eager faces. “We have plenty of hands to help. You two go and get yourselves ready. Whatever you two need personally. We’ll take care of food, music, decorations, and everything else.” Your boss glances at her watch and flashes you a smile. It’s just the middle of the afternoon now, giving everyone plenty of time. “How does a seven o’clock wedding sound?”

“Does that work?” He asks you, not sure what you would want to happen before this wedding. “I will need to get you rings.”

“You need a ring too,” you remind him, with that glowing smile still in tact on your face. “We would need to find a boutique, I guess? It’s not like I have a wedding dress hanging around in my closet.” Some girls do. Dresses passed down from generation to generation. You’re not that lucky, unfortunately, and even if you were in better terms with your family…they’re all on the east coast anyway.

“A dress, yes, yes.” He nods enthusiastically and then he frowns. “I- the studio car brought me.” He looks over at Scott, who grins. “I think we can make some arrangements.” He offers, walking over with the director. “What do you think about filming some of this? Obviously we wouldn’t announce it now, but think of the press when the film is being released!” He practically has hearts in his eyes over the prospect.

The thought almost stuns you, but within seconds you’re shrugging your shoulders and looking up at Javi. “I don’t mind, if you don’t. It would be nice to have footage of the wedding.” Of marrying your soulmate.

“Javi?” His brows raise as he looks over at him. “Imagine the press junket. The curiosity ticket sales. People will flock to watch a movie that brought soulmates together.” Javi chuckles and nods. “Fine, but we get a copy of all of the film and we approve when it’s released and what is shown.”

“Deal.” Scott offers his hand to seal it, and is practically giddy when Javi shakes it.

“Do you have anyone you want to call?” You ask him quietly. “A friend you would want to stand up for you? Or family nearby?”

“I do have some friends.” He admits with a grin. “What about you?”

“She’s already here.” And standing maybe four feet away, at that. You look over to Moira with a grin. “You’re up for being a whirlwind maid of honor, right?”

“Of course!” Moira squeals and Alex grins as he slides up beside you.

“Why don’t you let me walk you down the aisle?” His eyes are serious, even when his tone and grin are silly. “It would be an honor to serve.”

Matching his playfully nonchalant expression, you shrug your shoulders as if you’re not sure. “I dunno, my man. That’s a big ask. I’m gonna expect you to have my back and be ready to step up when shit hits the fan. That sound doable?” The fact is, you don’t really know how your Mom would feel if she were here, or your brother, and your father died when you were just a teenager. So an offer from a new friend is as good as any other you’re going to get.

His brows pull together and he purses his lips seriously. “Absolutely.” He huffs, nodding. “I’m here for at the fan hitting shit.”

“Then I guess we’re gonna go for a walk together tonight.” It’s just about the most casual way you could ever decide such an important thing, but there is something almost brotherly about the way he’s warmed up to you. Once he knew you weren’t going to fall at his feet, he seemed to instantly decide you are his friend.

“Awesome.” He perks up and throws his arm around you. “I’ve got a suit in my car.” He winks at Javi playfully. “Never know when I’m going to meet my soulmate.” He jokes, knowing full well it’s just that he had picked up his dry cleaning and his agent always wants him to have dress clothes on hand in case. Just in case.

“For your sake, I hope they turn out to be a very energetic person,” you tease, but being your attention back to Javi quickly. “We have a lot to do in just as couple of hours.”

“You two go, get all the stuff you need and we will be waiting.” Alex unwraps his arm from around you as Jason comes up and shrugs. “While I can’t do much – what’s your favorite flowers?” He asks.

Flowers sounds like a hell of a lot to you, and you look to Javi for confirmation. "I don't mind what they are, but I think they should be white. Right?"

“Whatever color you want.” Javi tells you indulgently. “It doesn’t have to be white.”

"Really?" That surprises you, and you feel like you have to check with him before you actually give a real answer.

“Do you want the flowers to be white?” He asks, frowning slightly as he wonders if he has misspoken. “It is beautiful. But colors are beautiful as well if you want a bright arrangement.”

"I actually really like Gerber Daisies..." A flower you were always told was childish and unserious. How can a flower have a maturity level? "The big, colorful ones? I think they're beautiful."

“Then you should have Gerber Daisies.” He can’t call them to mind right away, but he is sure they are stunning. “Jason?” He looks over to him. “Can you find her the most beautiful Gerber daisies?”

"On it." He promises. It's not a well-known fact, since little about him is well known at all, but he grew up in and around his parents' florist business. He can definitely do a daisy wedding bouquet. "It'll be beautiful."

“Does that work for you?” Javi asks as he looks back at you in complete adoration.

"Absolutely." Honestly, the fact that everyone is pitching in so quickly and willingly is magical on its own. Everything else is a beautiful bonus.

“Good.” He grasps your hands and brings them up to his lips to kiss the back of them. “Shall we go? Get what we need?”

You and Javi head out of the museum – thanking Scott for the offer of a ride, but you have your car. This is something that you want to be able to do in private, and for you that means time that is only spent between you and your soulmate.

It might not be a flashy car, but she's gotten you through thick and thin, so when you climb in beside him you let out a contented little hum. "There's a soulmate boutique in downtown. They say they have everything a couple needs but...maybe you have someplace in mind that you would rather go? It's your call." Though it calls itself a boutique, the place is more like an emporium. Couples who want to get married quickly aren't looking to run all over the place to get what they need, so it's more or less a one-stop shop for wedding wear.

“Call.” His eyes widen and he pulls out his phone. “Yes, that’s fine. I need to make a call. See if they are in L.A.” He looks over at you and grins. “My good friend. I want him to come.”

"You do that, I'll drive," you laugh, turning the key in the ignition and heading out of the museum parking lot.

“Thank you.” He quickly pulls up his contacts and selects Nick’s number. “Hopefully he isn’t filming somewhere.”

The line rings three times before it connects, and Olivia Cage's smooth, musical voice comes over the line. "Hello Javi!"

“Olivia!” He lights up when he hears her voice and he shifts in the passenger seat. “Please tell me you and Nick are in L.A.?” He begs, immediately launching into the reason for his call.

"Javi! Javi! Slow down, sweetheart." She laughs when he immediately starts talking to quickly for her to keep up with. "Nick and Addy are just watching a movie in the living room, let me hand the phone over."

There is a little commotion on the other end of the line, but after a few seconds, Nick's voice comes over loud and clear. "Javi! We're at home tonight. Did you want to get together?"

“Could you be at Hazelwood Park in Santa Barbara by seven tonight?” Javi asks Nick, beaming through the phone. “I’m getting married.”

"You're get—you're getting married?!" Nick practically shouts on the other end of the line, and you laugh beside him with equal joy. "How?" Nick breathes. "Who? And of course we'll be there!"

“Well, I think the normal way.” He huffs out a laugh and almost looks like he will tear up for a second when he looks over at you as you drive. “My soulmate, Nick. I met my soulmate today. Not today. I’ve actually met her several times before but we— she has my scar. And I have her tattoo.” He rambles, knowing Nick will follow easily, they had spent far too much time together for him not to.

"The girl with the butterfly tattoo!" Nick howls with glee. He's seen that butterfly a hundred times -- whenever they go swimming – and knows how badly Javi has wanted to meet his soulmate. The instinct to love without restriction is at the heart of who Javi is. "Absolutely. Absolutely we'll be there. How can we help?"

“Just be there!” He laughs. “We are getting our rings and a dress for her now. The house should be set by the time we get back. They are filming my movie there.” He explains. “The cast and crew are going to be there too.”

"Do you need me to swing by your place and bring you a suit?" Nick offers, knowing Javi has a few particular pieces left in his wardrobe that he dearly loves.

Javi bites his lip and looks over at you. “Do you mind?” He asks you. “I have a suit that would be perfect.”

"Just tell me which one, buddy." Nick already has a key to Javi's house and knows his alarm code, so it's just a matter of swinging by. The place may technically be unfinished, but he's spent more time there than anyone besides Javi himself.

He looks over at you. “The royal blue Armani.” He decides. “Ferragamo loafers and the Givenchy cufflinks.”

It sounds extremely fancy and extremely expensive, and you hope that this boutique has something even half as spectacular for you so you can match him. Headed down the backroads into downtown, you reach for Javi's hand as you drive and give it a squeeze.

Nick assures him that he will get everything Javi needs and he’s quickly hanging up the phone. “That’s alright, right? Royal blue?” He asks, hoping he didn’t mess up.

"It sounds beautiful," you promise him.

“Shit.” He frowns. “I forgot to tell him to get a belt.”

"Don't worry," you urge him. "If that's the only thing we forget tonight, I think we'll be in excellent shape. But if it bothers you, I'm sure we can get one at the boutique. It won't be half as nice as the rest of your suit, but it will do the trick."

“You must pick out any dress you want.” His eyes light up happily. “So they have rings there? At this boutique?”

"Supposedly there is a jewelry department, a dress one, one for suits, all of it." You glance over at him while you drive, heart fluttering when you get a look at his perfect curls and sharp jaw. "One of the other docents went there when she met her soulmate last year."

“That is good.” Javi agrees easily, reaching for your hand and wishing it was your left. That one is firmly on the steering wheel. “If you do not like the rings there, we will find one you do like.” He promises. “I want you to love your rings.”

“I’m not picky,” you assure him, steering the car through the winding streets. “It’s more important to me that they come from you than what they are. So I’m sure we’ll be able to find something we both like.”

“You should be picky.” He frowns. “I hope you are wearing them for years. Until they are upgraded.”

“The only way I’m taking one of those rings off for more than a cleaning is if it’s getting passed on to our grandchild,” you tell him with absolute certainty. Your eyes flick back to the road as you move over a lane, the enormous boutique building is coming up on the right. “But I don’t think it will be hard to find something I love.”

“Grandchild.” He whispers the word, eyes bright at the mere mention of something so fantastical that he hadn’t been able to imagine it before now.

“Too soon?” You cringe slightly, wondering if talking about a family is the line that shouldn’t be crossed yet despite the fact that this is your soulmate and you’re on your way to buy things for your wedding.

“No.” He practically yelps the word and twists in his seat to vigorously shake his head. “I want kids.” He promises. “Lots of kids. I mean- as many as you want to have.” He amends and looks nervous, like you might shut down the idea completely if he doesn’t say what you want.

Carefully turning the car into the building’s lot and putting it in park, you take both of Javi’s hands and offer him the absolute softest smile you are capable of conjuring in this moment. Who hurt this poor, sweet puppy dog of a man that he looks so afraid to talk to you?

“I want a big family too,” you promise him. “But if we ever disagree on what we want, or I get too excited and jump ahead on something that you’re not comfortable with, I need you to tell me, okay handsome? And I’ll tell you, too.”

“Yes.” He agrees quickly, relaxing because of your soft touch. It’s already soothing to him. “I have to confess…” he bites his lip. “I have had relationships before.” He confesses, hoping that you will not judge him too harshly for that.

“I have too.” A lot of people don’t. Preferring to wait for their soulmate. But you had been worried on that point. “I…didn’t want to meet you one day and know nothing.”

Something dark flashes in Javi’s eyes. Desire and want, twisted with the kind of possessiveness that springs out of love. “That’s good.” He rasps out, his tongue wetting his bottom lip.

The change in his expression is fast enough that you miss it when you glance away for just a half a second to undo your seatbelt, but you lean back over again to kiss his cheek right after. “Let’s go inside?”

“Of course.” He smiles as he nods, squeezing your hand and hating to let it go when he has to unclip his own seatbelt and get out of the car. He will have to get you a new one, right away. Missing the garage that had been full of sporty, flashy cars for a moment, he waits for you to walk around to him since he is closer to the shop door.

Your hand slips into his again with ease, and the beat that your heart skips is made up for when you both hurry inside the building, eager to start getting ready for the night.

“I have never been in a soulmate boutique.” Javi confesses as he reaches forward to open the door for you. “You will have to show me where to go.”

“I can help with that.” A friendly woman with a blonde bob at the reception desk in the front of the store waves you both over. “My name is Cindy. How can I help you today?”

“Hello, Cindy.” Javi holds your hand proudly and guides you over to the desk. “This gorgeous creature is my soulmate and we are getting married today.”

"Well, congratulations." She smiles broadly, as though that isn't a sentence she hears once at day at bare minimum. "We can help with as much or as little as you need. Everything from rings to the dress to a suit, flowers, we can even book you in at the soulmate chapel in the Arts District."

"We have a venue and flowers," you tell her, feeling like you're vibrating beside Javi as you hold his hand. "And he has a suit. We'll both need rings and I need a dress."

"We can absolutely do that for you." Emerging from behind the desk, Cindy beckons for the two of you to follow her around a corner into the belly of the boutique. "Come right this way and we'll start with rings."

“Wait.” Javi pulls short, tugging on your arm. “When you pick your dress, should I see it?” He asks seriously. “I thought Americans believe it’s bad luck?”

"Some do." Though you shrug one shoulder. "I don't mind, though. If you don't."

He blinks in surprise and then smiles, lunging forwards to kiss your lips. “Yes. I want to see.” He admits with a grin. “I want to see all the dresses you could choose and see why you pick the one you do.”

"And I want your opinion," you tell him honestly. Every time he kisses you, you feel like you're melting, so the gooey smile on your face is pretty appropriate right now. "I want to know which one you like best, too."

“I would probably say buy them all.” He chuckles. “Wear one every year on our anniversary. Which will be today.” He beams again as he realizes that.

"Valentine's Day is the day we met." The reminder is sweet, soothing the ache of every lonely Valentine's past with the thought, and the two of you walk on together easily. The jewelry section of the store is immense, with a half dozen display cases full of beautifully glinting rings in all sizes, shapes, and styles.

“There are so many.” Javi chokes out, looking around the large, very brilliantly lit display cases. Every diamond sparkles and he knows you will find something you love. “We have a variety of options and price points.” She tells you both discreetly.

"My taste is fairly simple," you promise. He did offer to pay for everything, but you have no intention of going crazy. "And it doesn't have to be a diamond. There are plenty of beautiful stones."

He looks positively offended over that. “Did you know that diamonds are only the fifth most expensive gemstone per carat?” He asks you. “What is your favorite color?”

"It sounds silly." Another shrug, but at least you don't feel silly about this saleswoman seeing the two of you getting to know each other. She must certainly see couples getting married who have known each other far less. "But I like silver a lot."

“Silver.” He frowns slightly and tilts his head. “Would you like your setting to be silver?” He asks seriously.

"It doesn't have to be so serious, Javi," you assure him, smiling softly because this man just does that to you. You feel soft around him every second. "If you like yellow gold better, your ring doesn't have to match mine."

“I just want you to have exactly what you want.” Too often he had been accused of being too cheery and now you are telling him that he’s too serious. “I want to match your ring.”

"Is white gold, or silver, or what have you...is that okay with you?"

“Any of it.” He shrugs. His pinky ring is gold, but he will be fine with that. It’s on his right hand anyway.

"Then let's take a look." There are no shortage of choices, so who knows what you'll find. But you gravitate toward the nearest case with ease.

The two of you debate size, shape, gemstones. Laughing together as Javi points out one ring that is particularly hideous and at least you can both agree on that one to be marked off the list. Javi wishes for you to have something large and flashy and you want something more subdued.

It takes quite a bit of back and forth before you at least nail down a design. Three stone rings seem to be both of your favorite, and after a little more debating back and forth, Cindy disappears to another case on the other side of the jewelry section and comes back with a few options that have impressive center stones with dainty accents. It's the style of the design that you favor with slightly larger stones like Javi prefers. "They're not the biggest stones we have," she cautions, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed. "But they are stand out in terms of cut and quality. Very eye-catching."

“What do you think?” Javi wants you to love your rings, but he also wants to make sure that no one thinks that he is a pauper. It’s egotistical, but it’s the truth.

"They're still quite big." That isn't up for debate, but Javi seems to be quite certain that the cost is not an issue, and has barely looked at price tags so far. A conversation about his net worth is going to have to happen at some point because he's very clearly in a different tax bracket than you are, but that's for later. "The pear-shaped and the princess cut are the prettiest, I think...which do you like?"

“Whichever you want.” He would have chosen the emerald cut, but he would rather you have the choice. “I promise, I will not be upset.”

"Can I try on the pear?" Trying it on makes it seem to much more real, and Cindy hands you the ring carefully from its velvet stand.

"This will work with any band that you like, the setting is nicely elevated to compliment almost any choice." She tells you, but you barely hear it. it's like magic happens as that ring slides onto your finger, and you gasp quietly under your breath.

It’s perfect. Javi stares at the ring on your finger. The shape of the ring making your hand look even more elegant. The stone is not so overpowering that it looks like you are a child playing dress up with your mother’s rings. “Sweetheart?”

"I love it..." you breathe, hardly able to believe it's so perfect, and you look up at him with watery eyes. "The same way I love hearing you call me sweetheart."

He melts. His face softening into something akin to pure wonder as he looks down at the ring on your finger and he kneels down to one knee in front of you. “This is the one?” He asks softly, holding your hand and looking up at you. “Just like you are my one?”

“It’s perfect. Like you’re perfect.” Having a deeply romantic soulmate was always something you had wished for, but the way Javi seems to wear his heart of his sleeve is so much more than you ever could have hoped for.

He surges back to his feet to press his lips to yours. Ecstatic that this is happening. His soulmate.

Cindy only smiles, waiting for the moment to be enjoyed, before she begins to bring out bands for both of you. They rang from elaborate to simple, but she has a feeling this gentleman will prefer the elaborate.

“You should have this one.” Javi points to a band that is a solid circle of Princess cut diamonds to make up the surface. “Since you liked the princess cut solitaire too.”

"It's stunning." His flare for showy rings is very apparent, but in the moment you're so swept up that you forget to care. The gorgeous rings will be well loved and well cared for and that is what matters to you. "Do you want something ornate as well? Carved, or even with a diamond of your own?"

“What about this one?” He asks, pointing to a matching men’s ring. The circle of Princess cut diamonds is surrounded by the thick white gold band on either side.

The channel-set stones wink and shimmer in the bright store lighting, as if to say that completely agree with his choice. "A matching set," you agree with a nod.

It is a beautiful ring, but anything you choose he would be happy to wear. “Then I think that we have found our rings.” He picks it up and slides it on his finger to see how it fits and practically giggles with excitement when he sees a wedding band on his hand.

"I'll box these pieces up for you." Cindy offers, but pauses before gathering up the three-stone ring. "Unless you'd prefer to present your soulmate with her engagement ring now?" She offers, looking to Javi. She can easily just remove the tag and add it to the growing total. "I can retrieve the ring in her size from the case for you."

“Yes.” Javi decides instantly, beaming at you. “I want her to wear it out of the boutique.”

"Just one moment." She thought he might feel that way, and she disappears just only long enough to polish the ring and clip off the tag before bringing it back to him in its velvet box to be presented to you however he chooses. "I'll go and let the dress department know to expect you. Just move into the next room when you're ready," she tells you both with a sunny smile.

“I wish that there was something more romantic about this.” Javi confesses. “Imagine you are at your bench, sweetheart.” He decides, grinning at you. “Waves crashing all around you and the smell of the ocean hovering.”

"It's our bench now." It had been, to you, since that day before Christmas. You had spent too much time sitting there and thinking of him. Thinking of that day. Wondering if you would ever see him again.

“Our bench.” He agrees, beaming at you again as he guides you over to a bench that is not your bench, but it will substitute just fine. “Close your eyes.” He begs when he has you sat down.

You comply without hesitation, sitting up straight on the small bench with your hands on your knees. Life with Javi seems like it will have a certain flair for the dramatic – or at least special occasions will.

He’s sinking down to a knee again. This time with tears starting to form in his own eyes. This isn’t a movie. This is real life and it seems like he is finally getting his happily ever after. Murmuring your name softly, he smiles. “You are my soulmate.” He whispers. “The other half of my very existence. I have waited and wondered and dreamed about you my entire life and now you are here.” He swallows harshly as your eyes twitch. He opens the ring box and takes your hand. “I can’t live another day without you being my wife. Marry me. Marry me and make me complete.”

His voice is slightly choked, filled with emotion, and the tears that press against the back of your own eyes just from hearing it would surely be spilling over if your eyes were opening now. But since you've been instructed to keep them shut, you lean forward with your hands out and find his broad shoulders -- the pathway that bring your hands up to cup his cheeks. "The sooner the better," you promise him, with such a broad smile that even your soft promise comes out on a giddy giggle. "Now can I open my eyes to kiss you or are you going to come to me?"

“Oh, uh, yeah.” He had halfway expected you to open them when he asked the question, not expecting you to wait for his cue. “Open your eyes sweetheart.”

They are only open for a half second. Just long enough to lean all the way over to kiss him. But it's enough. It's all you need. It's all you need to be able to embrace this moment fully (and tearfully) with your soulmate as he slides your new engagement ring onto your finger just hours before you plan on marrying.

Javi sinks into the kiss, gathering you close and sighing against your lips happily until a discreet cough breaks through the fuzzy haze of love. “Pardon me.” Cindy smiles when he looks over at him. “The girls are pulling a number of dresses for you to try on.” She tells you.

“Thank you.” You’re not going to be embarrassed at all about the kiss. Not when you feel like you’ve waited three lifetimes to find this kind of joy and anticipation for the future.

Javi rubs his thumb over the ring happily and stands, pulling you up gently. “Time to pick out your dress.”

The girls as Cindy calls them, are two very sweet young women just a touch younger than you that run the dress department in this store. One blonde and one redhead, they are surrounded by a seeming sea of plush fabrics when you and Javi walk over together.

Javi’s eyes widen and he looks around in shock at all the styles, materials, laces. It’s so much that he wouldn’t have a clue where to begin.

"I think we're both a little spoiled for choice," you tell them, feeling very much like you agree with the awestruck and overwhelmed look on Javi's face. "Where would you recommend that we start?"

The girls are quick to start bringing out dresses to get a a sense of your style and preferences so they can match you up with the perfect dress.

Several are too revealing for you taste, and some are far too complicated in their designs. You're not looking to wear architecture on your wedding night, you want to be able to move. "Is there a such thing as a traditional dress without a train?" You ask, instantly feeling like you must be the pickiest person in the world for even asking. "I—I like to dance, that's all. And trains always look silly to me when they're bustled."

“No train.” Javi can agree with that and when you give him a questioning look, he nods in agreement. “I want you to have exactly what you want.”

"Does 'traditional' mean you're looking for a larger dress?" The chipper blonde asks, looking between both you and Javi. It's clear you're making the decision together. "Like a ballgown? Something with that princess feel?"

“She is a princess.” Javi immediately jumps into the idea feet first. “Better than any Disney character mister Walt Disney could think of himself.”

He loves it so much that you don't even consider not trying one on. "Let's see what a ballgown looks like." You agree, indicating one with a sweetheart neckline and lots of intricate lace that is hanging on the back of a dressing room door.

“You don’t have to pick something you think I will like.” He promises as they start to take dresses away and rush off to pull more. “This is your dress. I want you to feel as beautiful as you are.”

"I've never worn a ballgown." You bend down to lay a kiss on his lips before getting up to go into the dressing room. "It can't hurt to find out."

“You might hate it.” He snorts in amusement. “But it does fit the theme of the house.”

"I guess we're about to find out." Flashing him a broad smile, you disappear into the dressing room to tackle that great big, beautiful dress and see how it feels. It takes several minutes of finesse and manuevering with the help of one of the girls, but when you emerge you carefully school your reaction so you can see what Javi thinks first. The big bell of the gown's skirt is lighter than you expected but it has a seriously satisfying swish and you really do feel like fairy tale royalty.

“Magnificent.” Javi murmurs in awe, freezing mid turn as he stares at you. “You look- like a princess.”

“It’s huge.” Barely able to contain a giggle as your eyes widen, the mirror in front of you contains an image you barely recognize…but in the best way possible. It’s the version of you that you used to dream about. Fairy tales and all. So when you turn to look at Javi again, you’re almost as awestruck as he is. “It’s almost perfect.”

“Almost?” He tilts his head to the side and frowns as he looks over the dress again. “What is it missing?”

“It’s…a bit large.” You laugh, swinging your hips a little so the skirt imitates a large bell. “I feel a bit like I ought to be hung in a church in this thing.”

“So a smaller version of the skirt?” He asks. “Or do you want a form fitting dress?”

“Just a small ballgown, I think?” The question really goes to the two women helping you, but they are already moving to sort through what they have brought out. One has a halter and too-low neckline. One is encrusted with beading and jewels. One has large, poofy, sheer sleeves. None of them are quite right, but you try on a simple taffeta version of the silhouette. Just plain and simple. And that is nearly perfect.

Simple is generally how you like things, and this excursion into wedding dresses seems to prove it to you, but when you go out to show Javi, you can tell right away that he feels the same way you do. There is something missing.

“What about ivory?” The dresses have been separated by color and none of the ivory dresses have been chosen. “Or do you want pure white?” He wonders if it is a faux pas or if it’s just preference.

“Ivory could be good.” For that matter, it doesn’t have to be white for you to love it. But that is the easiest option.

“I have just the one.” The round-faced redhead promises, ushering you back into the dressing room. “Not too poofy, no train, fit for a queen.”

Javi stares at the display of accessories, biting his lip as he sees a tiara and he knows he wants you to wear one. It would be perfect. His princess.

There is a great deal of rustling and laughter and excited chatter coming from the dressing room, and when you emerge you’re wearing possibly the single most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen in real life — let alone most beautiful thing you have ever worn.

The silk jacquard fabric is luxurious and detailed without being extravagant or ostentatious. The simple corset bodice and Basque waist make you look as elegant as royalty. It has a full skirt for that princess affect but it isn’t so big that it makes it difficult to move, and best of all it feels right.

“What do you think?” You ask Javi, but frankly you’re dabbing away tears and it’s obvious how much you love the dress. This is your wedding dress.

The moment he sees the softness in your eyes, he knows you’ve fallen in love with it. You look like a scene from a movie. The big reveal of the princess at the top of the stairs where everyone turns and gaps in amazement and the prince at the bottom thanks his lucky stars that you are his. Which is what Javi is doing right now. The tiara in his hand, carefully removed from the display case, seems to perfectly match and he smiles. “It’s only missing this, princesa.”

The headpiece is made up of stars like something out of a painting you once saw in a history book, and it feels like such a silly thing to bend your head so he can set it in your hair (thank goodness you’re having a good hair day!) but it feels perfect. It feels extraordinary. And standing next to him is the first time you’ve truly felt extraordinary in your entire life.

You steal his breath when he steps back and looks at you. Tears instantly forming in his eyes and his chin trembles because he is so overwhelmed that this beautiful creature is his soulmate. It’s such a pure moment that not even his anxiety or self doubt could break through the euphoria.

“I hope those are good tears,” you half-chuckle through your own.

“The best.” He manages to choke out before reaching for your hands. “This is it, no? This is the one?” He turns you so you can look in the mirror at your reflection with the tiara on.

“I think this is it.” It’s so much more than you would have thought you wanted. It’s eye-catching and irrevocably meant to be the center of attention. But with him, you somehow don’t mind so much. As if having Javi there at your side was the piece you needed to keep you grounded and safe all along

"It is perfect." He promises, honestly believing that he will look underdressed beside you. "You are perfect." He amends with an indulgent smile before he nods. "We will take it." He announces to the sales girls. "But you need shoes underneath." His eyes light up mischievously. "What about those wedding sneakers I always see in movies?"

“Sneakers?” After all the bling and excess he’s picked out, your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Like…tennis shoes?”

He laughs at your surprise. "High heels hurt, no?" He asks. "Tiaras and tennis shoes, you could start a trend!"

The easy, joyous laugh you share is so sweet and so unrestrained that it has to be punctuated with another kiss. “Would you find it odd if I said I like high heels?” You ask after. “I’ve been wearing them for work and things for a long time and I don’t mind them too much anymore. And they always look so beautiful.”

"Then you must find the most beautiful high heels to go with your dress." He insists indulgently. "Do you have a favorite brand? Louboutin? Manolo Blahnik? Bottega Veneta?"

Ahha. There it is. You think, as he starts listing off designers you could never afford in your wildest dreams. “I just…get the most comfortable heels off the clearance rack at DSW.”

"Comfortable." He understands that but he huffs slightly. "Get whatever shoes you love best." He urges you. "The price doesn't matter."

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.” The best you can do is appeal to the two girls, and to Cindy, who has walked up to check on you in the meantime. “The only thing is…I always thought…you know how some brides wear blue shoes as their something blue? I always liked that idea.”

“Then I have the perfect pair.” Cindy gushes. “They are a pair I have lusted after forever.”

You give her your shoe size and she disappears into the shoe department to dig up her dream heel. In just a few minutes she returns to the pair of you with two boxes in hand. “They’re a little bit iconic,” she says sheepishly, opening up the top box. “These are the Carrie Bradshaw heels. Gorgeous even without the Sex and the City reference, but that sort of makes it fun in my opinion. They come in a royal blue and a light shade of sky.”

Javi recognizes the brand and he tilts his head as she opens them up. They are both gorgeous and he wonders if you will go for the bolder blue or keep it subtle under your dress. You might not even like the shoes at all.

"They're...gorgeous." The awestruck look on your face doesn't quite match your reaction to your dress, but it certainly is one that is both impressed and surprised. "Is this sort of what you had in mind?" You ask him, looking between the two shades of blue and the soft, wide brown eyes of your soulmate.

"This is deep blue, like the ocean when you look out over the cliffs." He muses as he touches on of the edge of one of the shoes. "This one..." he moves over to the light blue one. "It looks like a – a – I don't know..." He admits with a smile, looking back at you. "Which one do you like?"

"Well, when you put it like that." You touch the edge of the box holding the deeper blue shoes with your fingertips. "It has to be the ocean, doesn't it?"

“I think so, but….” He shrugs. “I don’t want you to just choose what you think I want.”

In the end, you try both pairs and decide on the lighter blue as a compliment to the inviting ivory of the dress. Star earrings are found that compliment the tiara Javi picked out, and it is all carefully packed up to be piled up in the trunk of you car and driven back to Hazelwood.

"Is there anything else you need?" You ask him when you climb back into the car together. There cant possibly be a single thing left you need, but you don't know what he could be missing aside from the suit that his friend is bringing for him.

“I think that we have everything.” He chews his lip and smiles at you. “Since it’s last minute, I asked if craft services could cater again.” He tells you, having looped the production team in on the text messages and Scott had talked to them and reported back that they had happily agreed. “It’s going to be mostly finger foods? Is that okay?”

"It could be nothing at all in a little soulmate chapel in the middle of nowhere and it would still be perfect," you promise him. "I only care that it's you."

“Then let’s go get married, sweetheart.” Javi beams as you start the car, ready to do just that.

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Omg your blog is such a relief. Every day I feel more and more like I want to distance myself from about 80% of the Solavellan community bc I am telling you it is ROUGH being into the egg and wanting to talk about him but being surrounded by people who think that everyone and their mother is out to get them. Meanwhile someone can come up with valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG and get swarmed with unsolicited opinions about solrook shippers and accusations of misogyny. I also see them running around in posts that are clearly marked as "Critical" And half the time when I CAN talk to them about Solas it's like they aren't even talking about the same character I am? They want him to be some helpless little abuse victim who isn't responsible for anything he does??? Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong? What would be the point? We love him because he's fucked up and a manipulative bastard but also complex???? Did we play the same game girlies???

i have been staring at this ask since it came in trying to find a normal way to respond to you anon i will be so fr rn so i am so sorry it's taken a few hours

i’ll start with this:

“Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong?”

full stop. this. so much. (i am in love with you anon) why is there a atonement/redemption ending if he did nothing wrong? (you’re literally so real) solas has done horrendous things. like genuinely abhorrent. (i crave to be your friend so bad anon) he is a genocidal, serial killing, manipulative lying cunt. to say the least. AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE HIM. he has such complex characteristics that make him so intriguing. he wants to be a good person. but he doesn’t really know how to be genuine. he is riddled with guilt and regret. he feels BAD about the things he has done. but he doesn’t want to face his mistakes. he knows he has done absolutely terrible things in the name of his people and their liberation, things most of them never asked him to do. some even asked him to NOT DO THOSE THINGS. did he listen? of course not! this is solas we are talking about. arrogant, prideful, calculating solas.

“They want him to be some helpless little abusive victim who isn’t responsible for anything he does.”

yes. yep. THIS SO BAD. (genuinely let me be your friend pls i am on my knees begging) the dynamic between solythal gets convoluted by most solasmancers because of three things: misogyny, jealousy, and ignorance. was there abuse? yeah. not denying that. was there only abuse? no. mythal was a victim of abuse herself. the way she learned to love, she passed down to solas. BOTH were victims of abuse who did terrible, no good, awful things. BOTH were also extremely powerful, omnipotent, and power-hungry individuals. mythal's hunger for power showcased differently than solas' and was amplified (IMO) by elgar'nan whispering in her ear. solas had felassan to keep him in check.

i am of the UPMOST certainty that had solas not taken down the evanuris the way he did and went to sleep after creating the veil, he would have become another tyrant ruling over the elven people. (THE MASKED EMPIRE ANYONE? HELLO? HELLOOOOO?) also anyone who says she was his MOTHER or SISTER?? god please drown me. put me in a tub and hold my head under water. that was his PARTNER AND HIS LOVER. i cannot with the takes that she raised his ass COME ON. i have sooooo much more to say about this dynamic and the themes of abuse AND how solasmancers twist it to make her this most evil, vile, horrible woman; but i would like to keep some of my followers tbh (anon i am frothing at the mouth if you want to discuss this further i beg you to dm me) so we shall move on.

"...valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG..."

yeah full stop i will never forgive them for making her one personality type. sorry, i just won't. my lavellan egg-mancer was a strong-willed and angry proud dalish woman who told solas off every chance she could! i am genuinely so happy people who wanted the dynamic we got in VG got that, because that is how their lavellan is/was, but what about the lavs who punched him? who told him to stop being an asshole about elves, and just farmed approval for the romance by asking questions? i chose to hunt his ass down BECAUSE I WANTED TO HUNT HIS ASS DOWN! my lavellan would not be so understanding or forgiving, she just wouldn't, so it feels like my girl's personality was ripped away from her fr. now, i DO NOT agree with some of the takes on how she was presented because those criticisms are in fact riddled with misogyny and most are just downright vile. but i do agree with the criticisms that not all lavellans would have been so kind to that bald man.

so anon, TRUST me when i say i feel you so bad. i was in lots of solavellan spaces before i started shipping dreadrook, and even then i was looked at SO funny for my takes on the romance and called plenty of terrible things simply because i didn't hold solas up on this pedestal and make my lav worship the ground he walked on. even as a dreadrooker, the same exact takes that i couldn't get behind in solav spaces are very prevalent in dreadrook spaces. solasmancers have a tendency to simply agree with solas on everything and refuse to acknowledge how bad of a person he really can be.

i am a proud solasmancer AND a proud solas hater. #1 solas hater, in fact. i rarely have positive things to say about his actions and behaviors outside of a joke setting, and even in a joke setting the things people will say to defend him RUB ME SO BADLY THE WRONG WAY. also heavy on the perusing the "critical" tags and getting offended when my takes are, in fact, critical LMFAO. anon i am literally a beggar sitting on the side of the street waving a metal cup at you asking for coins of your affection rn. i have maybe one other friend who feels like this and have hardly anyone to rant about these things with. holding my hands out towards you and begging you to dm me fr. PLEASE. we can be critical together <3

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I Slept with My Boss - Ch 12

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

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Winter had crept up quick. It was still late fall, but it had snowed overnight. You pulled on a pair of slacks and a nice blouse, bringing a cardigan with you in case you got chilly at the office.

You had picked up breakfast for Chan and Minho on your way, grabbing yourself something as well. As you step into the office, you see that both men aren't there yet. You decide to set their respective orders on their desks before sitting at your desk.

Checking your email for any new appointments for Chan, you update his schedule with ones you don't need to confirm with him. 30 minutes later, they both stroll into the office, shutting the door behind them. You stand up and bow to them.

"Good morning. I had gotten you both breakfast, but it might be a little cold now." You straighten. They both coo out a thank you.

"I'm sorry we are late, princess. Someone…" Chan looks at Minho. "Wanted to try and have a quick one this morning, which ended up being a lot longer than necessary. Minho just shrugs, a shit eating smirk on his face. He looks at you and pouts.

"You aren't wearing a skirt today?" He walks over to you.

"It was snowing sir, it's too cold for a skirt." You look up at him. He continues to pout as he wraps his arms around you. Giving you a quick peck, he pats your ass.

"That's fair. Thank you again for breakfast, kitten." He kisses you again. You kiss him back and smile. He reaches up and runs his knuckles along your jaw before stepping away to go to his office. Chan steps over to you now and gives you a soft kiss.

"Thank you for breakfast, princess. I appreciate it." He smiles at you.

"Of course, sir." It's his turn to pout now.

"I've told you, you can just call me Chan, princess." He wraps his arms around you.

"I know, but it doesn't feel appropriate while at work." You watch him.

"Baby, I'm the CEO. I make the rules." He chuckles softly. You playfully stick your tongue out at him. "Don't stick that tongue out at me, princess, unless you plan to use it."

"Maybe later." You quip. He laughs and places a soft kiss to your lips before he goes and sits at his desk.

It's been a month since you met your ex at Seungmin's and I.N's bar. He hasn't tried to contact you since, and you're grateful for it. The boys still tease you when you go out to lunch with them, or they text you wanting to meet up. You're grateful that it's not affecting your job either.

"Princess, this almost slipped my mind. Christmas is coming up. Do you have plans for the actual holiday?" He asks, looking through paperwork on his desk.

"Not really. I don't have any more family around and the only person I really talk to outside of you and your boyfriends, is Yoonae." You glance at him.

"Hm." He hums, going silent for a moment. Just as you look back at your screen, he speaks up again. "Did you want to spend Christmas with us? Me and the boys? I'm sure they would love to have you over." He looks at you now. You stop typing and look over at him.

"I can't do that. I don't want to take up any space or impose or anything." You hold your hands up.

"Princess, you're not going to take up any space, nor are you going to impose." He wheels himself in his chair over to you. You turn towards him on your own as he comes over. Gently grabbing your hands, he holds them in his, softly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "Think about it? For me?" He looks at you, giving you puppy dog eyes. You never could resist the puppy eyes.

"Fine, sir. Only because you asked so nicely." You give him a soft smile. He smiles wide and lifts one of your hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers.

"Thank you, beautiful. Do expect something from all of us, yeah?" He winks before wheeling back to his desk. You laugh quietly. You shake your head and go back to your computer, forwarding him any necessary emails.

——

Christmas was tomorrow. You had bought each of the men something, making sure each thing was thought out and meaningful. Chan had asked you to be in charge of getting drinks for Christmas eve and Christmas day. He also asked you to spend a few nights at his place, that way you wouldn't have to worry about driving in the snow. You had the presents wrapped and put under the tree with the other presents that Chan had gotten for you and the other men.

You lay in Chan's bed, currently mushed between him and Minho, still asleep. Both men had worn you out the night before. Throughout the time you spent at Chan's, one of the others (sometimes a few of them) were there too.

You were laying with your back against Chan, his arm draped over your waist, fingers drawing random shapes into your side, or on Minho's. Minho was against your front, you using Minho's bicep as a pillow, his hand in Chan's hair. They both spoke quietly as you slept.

"So, are we still asking her tomorrow?" Minho quietly asks Chan, playing with the older's curls.

"As long as no one chickens out. I've got it in my dresser." Chan whispers. "I know Jisung and Felix have been a little nervous about it." He smiles softly, remembering how happy but scared the two were when Chan and Minho sat everyone down. They were all talking about asking you out, to join them.

"I think they'll be ok. I know I don't say things like this often, but I feel like we found our missing piece, hyung." Minho smiles as he watches your sleeping form.

"Are you getting soft on me there, Min?" Chan chuckles, smiling at his boyfriend. You shift a little in your sleep. They both stop talking, making sure you're still asleep before continuing. Minho glares at him.

"I'm not afraid to put you in the air fryer, hyung." Chan grins.

"Love you too, Minho." Chan carefully leans over you to place a kiss on Minho's lips when the younger lifts his head. You move again, stretching between the two men. When you open your eyes, Chan is still leaning over you, hand cupping Minho's cheek as they make out. You watch them silently for a minute before you feel Minho's hand lay on your hip. He gently kneads your skin for a second, sliding his hand down between your legs. Feeling his finger slip between your folds to your clit, you close your eyes again and open your legs a little.

Chan moves his hand from Minho's cheek to hook under your knee, not breaking the kiss. Minho hums out a thank you, shoving his tongue into Chan's mouth. The older groaning softly, their tongues wrestling. You moan softly as Minho slowly plays with your clit, getting you nice and wet. You bury your face into Minho's chest as you moan quietly. The boys break the kiss, Minho biting Chan's bottom lip.

"I think kitten is needy, hyung." Minho chuckles. You can hear the smirk on his lips. "Why don't you," he slips his fingers into your wet cunt quick, making you moan. "Help her out, while I," he kisses your shoulder. "Go and make breakfast. I'll clean her up after breakfast with a nice warm bath."

"I can do that." Chan smiles. Minho pulls his finger out of you and pops it into his mouth. He sits up and stretches, his joints popping a little. He shifts so he can give you a kiss, whispering a 'good morning, kitten' against your lips. He stands up and walks out of the bedroom. You can see the hickies that you and Chan left scattered across his skin, and the scratch marks you left. You never knew Minho would moan so loud when he was scratched. Chan climbs over you, straddling your waist now, hard leaking cock laying on your stomach.

"Good morning, princess. You feeling ok? I know Min and I were a little rough last night." He runs his fingers over your skin, across your stomach and breasts.

"I'm feeling more than ok. I feel great." You smile up at him, shivering a bit when his trailing feels good.

"Good." He leans down to kiss you. "You ready for a little morning fun while Min makes breakfast?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you snort with laughter. He grins wide and laughs. He's never heard you laugh like that, but he loves it, and tells you as such. Once he gets confirmation from you, he hops off you to get between your legs.

He doesn't fuck you as hard as he did last night. He fucks you more like he's making love to you, being gentle, kissing you sensually. He makes sure you cum at least twice on his cock before he cums in you. He kisses you deeply before going to get a clean cloth to wipe you up with. Once you're clean, Chan carries you to the kitchen, both of you still naked, to join Minho just as he finishes making breakfast.

You're a little embarrassed to be eating breakfast naked, but they assure you that you're fine. You all eat and Minho takes you to the bathroom to run a bath for you. He joins you, making love to you in the bath, getting you both cleaned up in the shower afterwards. Minho brought you back to Chan's room, getting you dressed in one of Chan's shirts and a pair of his own boxers. He kisses your head and tosses on a pair of shirts and a short himself.

The rest of the boys had trickled their way in through the day until all eight of them were there. Chan and Minho were cuddled in Chan's recliner, Minho playfully acting like he hates it. Changbin had Hyunjin in his lap on the loveseat with Seungmin and Jeongin on the other side of the love seat, Seungmin leaning against Jeongin. You were cuddled between Jisung and Felix on the couch, Jisung between you and the back of the couch. You all watched Christmas movies before opening one present each. A tradition that the guys had since they got together. You're thankful that you got each of the boys at least two things because they all wanted to open what you got them.

You had gotten Chan a small dj set up, knowing he's wanted one but couldn't justify himself getting it, saying he didn't have time for it. Minho had gotten a certificate of adoption for two abandoned kittens from a foster place that Yoonae worked at. Changbin got a lifetime supply of his favorite protein shakes. Hyunjin got all new art supplies, brushes, colored pencils, sketchbooks and canvases. Han had gotten a brand new guitar you saw him looking at online. Felix got all new, top of the line baking equipment and some baking recipe books. Seungmin had gotten a signed baseball and bat from his favorite player. And I.N had gotten a few pairs of shoes that Seungmin showed you that I.N couldn't find anywhere.

They all stare at you when they see what you got them. A few of them asked how you managed to get these things when they had so much difficulty getting it. You just shrugged, a smile on your face. They all got up and went over to you, enveloping you in a group hug. Kissing either your cheeks or lips, they all thanked you.

You waited to open your gift as you wanted to see what they thought of your gifts. When you open yours, you see a car key for a brand new vehicle. You look at them confused.

"Why do you think I told you to stay out of the garage, princess?" Chan smiles, cuddling back with Minho. Your eyes start to water, crying tears of happiness.

"You guys didn't have to do that.." You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. Jisung gets up from his seat next to you and climbs on the couch, moving to sit behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

"We wanted to, jagi. We've seen how bad the car you have was getting, and we wanted to get you something nice for putting up with us." He kissed the back of your head.

"It was also Seungmin's idea." Minho says, smirking when Seungmin sends him a glare. "You deserve it though, kitten. You really have been putting up with us for a while, and we think you deserve something nice." You wipe your eyes once more and thank them again.

You all spent the rest of the day eating Christmas cookies and drinking, watching terrible Christmas movies before it was time for bed. Han and Felix wanted to sleep with you tonight, since Chan had you for a week, which Chan couldn't argue. You went to the room they were staying in with them, not getting much sleep till way past midnight. The two youngest had snuck in at some point, joining in on the fun, falling asleep in the bed with you. Jisung falling asleep on you, Jeongin sleeping to your right, Felix to your left, with Seungmin laying on Felix.

——

Christmas morning rolled around, the sun shining through the light curtains of the bedroom. You were alone in bed aside from Jisung, who was cuddled up on you, playing with one of your breasts, his head using the other as a pillow. He very lightly bucked his hips into yours, his tip pushing against your entrance every so often. He gently pinches your nipple, softly playing with the hardened nub.

"Merry Christmas, jagi." He whispers, a soft smile on his face. He softly kisses your breast before getting up off you carefully. Slowly he kisses down your body until he's between your legs. He's happy that you told him that the morning after you had slept with him and Felix, that when you woke to him between your legs was a turn on. He opens you up and licks his lips at the sight. He leans forward and licks up from your entrance to your clit a few times. Prodding your entrance with his tongue, he pulls a few sleepy moans from you.

Looking at you through his lashes, he pushes his tongue into you as far as he can, softly groaning into you at your taste. He slips his tongue out and lazily eats you out for a few minutes, just enjoying the calm of the bedroom and the taste of you. You move a little, slowly waking up. Your hand moves to his head, weakly grabbing at his hair.

"Hannie..?" you mumble out.

"Mhmm." He says against your warmth. You let out a tired chuckle. He continues lazily tongue fucking you, lapping up anything you let out. You feel your orgasm slowly building up, your moans getting louder.

"Hannie.." you whine softly.

"Mhmm?" He sucks your clit into his mouth.

"Gonna cum.." you whine again. He immediately puts two fingers into you, curling them into that one spot. You moan his name and arch your back, cumming around his fingers and squirting on him. He moans and licks up your release, swallowing everything until you're squirming from overstimulation. He pulls back and takes his fingers from you. Crawling up you till he's sitting between your legs, he peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle.

"Merry Christmas, jagi." He says against your lips before kissing you deeply. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. He gently rubs his cock between your folds, coating himself with your slick and his spit before he adjusts himself to slip into you.

You come out of the bedroom an hour later with Jisung, seeing the boys were all sitting in the living room, cuddled up. They all smirk at you and Jisung making our cheeks flush a bit. Minho gets up off Chan's lap and sits on the floor, telling Jisung to join. Chan waves you over and you go to him, letting him pull you into his lap.

"Merry Christmas, princess." He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Channie." You smile and cuddle into him. Changbin and Hyunjin pass out the gifts to everyone. The living room is soon a mess of wrapping paper and bows. Everyone was happy with what they got. Once the room is cleaned up, they all look to you and Chan.

"We have one more present for you, princess." He kisses your temple. You sit up and look at him. He pulls out a small box wrapped with wrapping paper, the tag reading 'To: Y/n, From: Your boys'. He passes it to you and you carefully open it. A small note sits on top of it, so you read it first.

The note was from each of the boys, saying how much they enjoyed their time with you and how much you mean to them. Before you get to open the actual box, Chan stops you.

"We wanted to know, princess, before you open this, how would you feel about dating us? We are part of this gift, and we would love to be able to officially call you ours." You stare at him for a moment before looking at all the boys, each of them staring at you hopeful. You look back at Chan and smile, tears forming on your waterline again.

"I would love to." They all erupt in cheers, them all standing up to pile on you and Chan. Once you're able to, you open the box, it being a ring set adorned with their names written in Korean on each band. You wipe your eyes and slip it on your finger, wondering when they got this done, and how they knew your ring size. You spend the rest of the holiday with your boys, them teasing you by holding mistletoe over your head any time they wanted a kiss from you.

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E.G.OBLAST 6: SATANIC PANIC! [Scattering Scarlet Gossypium - Sanguine Desire - Asymmetrical Inertia - Wingbeat - Binds - Heaven - Corundrum - Corundrum Pt 2]

RAAAAGH ANOTHER E.G.OBLAST DELUGE.

Gave Satan an E.G.O of each Sin Affinity, because he's literally the Devil himself and embodies every Sin (three from pre-Limbus, three from Limbus, and one Manifested) lmao. In order: Wrath, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Gloom, Pride, Envy, and Envy (though technically also every other Sin Affinity).

If you want to read more about each piece, please look under the cut, because this is getting long enough as-is lmao. Also make sure to full-view considering how big these are.

Also finally made a proper tag for E.G.OBLAST so you can search it on my blog lmao. The tag is just E.G.OBLAST.

I hope you like it!

Wrath (Limbus E.G.O)

None of the currently-existing Wrath-affinity E.G.Os really fit Satan... so I had to pick an Abno that doesn't have an E.G.O yet and figure out something for that. Ended up picking Drenched Gossypium due to it having themes around being dyed the color red (from blood) and having Wrath-affinity attacks (along with Lust and Gluttony). I'm calling this E.G.O Scattering Scarlet Gossypium (named after the Gossy's "Scattering Red-stained Gossypium" attack).

It seems to have themes based around nostalgia, formality, and courtesy (as seen with its Mirror Dungeon event), so I gave him some (western) formal clothes: Dress shirt, waistcoat, poofy boa, gloves, fancy shoes, and tie (the tie is covered by his big-ass chin lmao).

Also, about his hooves: The style of hooves he has is ambiguous due to their color blending into his legs, so I'm giving him two-toed hooves similarly to the demon forms of our protagonists in the final fight 83.

Awakening - Haah, can’t you be a bit more… endearing? I can give your face some cute little red blush. Come here.

Corrosion - No! You cannot possibly be so insincere! I can see it! Must you be so selfish? So greedy? Must I TAKE IT MYSELF?

Lust (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Redraw/redesign of one of the MS Paint doodles from my first E.G.OBLAST post, of Satan with Sanguine Desire. Replaced his wings with the metal claws, and based the shape of the metal claws off of the legs of his chasing spider form in his boss fight.

Again, Sanguine Desire for Satan is basically a given lmao. They're both obsessed with a single-minded desire to be the prettiest reddest things. His ass is Corroding the second he gets anywhere near those shoes, let alone uses the E.G.O lmao.

Awakening - This gorgeous, glimmering red… No, you can’t have them! But your blood will make them even prettier…!

Corrosion - Red, red, RED! RED, RED, RED, REDDER, REDDER, EVER MORE RED! GIVE IT TO ME, ALL OF IT!

Sloth (Limbus E.G.O)

Sloth was also a bit of a difficult choice for him. None of the Sloth-affinity E.G.Os really fit him heavily, but I ended up going with Asymmetrical Inertia (Clockwork-Time-Roly-Poly). Made the Awakening more bottom-heavy with all of the metal crap on his tail, while his Corrosion is top-heavy with a massive head. Never in proper balance, always teetering on the edge of collapsing over...

Based his quotes off of Heathcliff's quotes for it, considering that Heath is the only user of this E.G.O so far.

Also, side note:

I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING M

Awakening - Who are you calling “slow”? I’m just taking my time… to wind up the most magnificent, perfect hit!

Corrosion - G…G-Grab me! Don’t leave me hanging! I can’t… stay… up…!

Gluttony (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Chose Wingbeat (Fairy Festival) for his Gluttony E.G.O. They're both based around "royalty" and having royal "servants", with Satan having his moles and the Fairy Queen having its fairies (and Fairy Masses post-starvation), so I decided to give Satan little mole-fairies (and Mole Fairy Masses). I replaced his little devil tail with the pre-starvation Fairy Festival's chunky tail, and also replaced the big fairy wings with those of a Fairy Fly to fit with Satan having dinky little devil wings by default.

The Fairy Queen repeatedly mentions wanting its fairies to bring it meat, so I referenced that for the quotes.

Awakening - No thrashing, now… Moles… Seize them for me!

Corrosion - Mo…M-M-... My fairies… Don’t leave me! Meat, I need meat… unspoiled, clean, soft, tender… a glistening RED!

Gloom (Limbus E.G.O)

Binds is one of those "Multi-Affinity" E.G.Os, with different Sin Affinities across multiple users of the E.G.Os (others being Sunshower, Dimension Shredder, Holiday, and Cavernous Wailing). With its themes about the burden of leadership (and one of the other Affinities the E.G.O has being Pride), I felt the Gloom version (Heath's version) would fit. Yes, his crown is being held over his head by wrappings between the horns lmao.

Awakening - All I find on this throne… is disrespect.

Corrosion - Written upon these strands, every single one… mockery, inadequacy… failure…! Release me! RELEASE ME!

Pride (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Decided to choose Heaven (the Burrowing Heaven) for his Pride E.G.O. I chose it because the Burrowing Heaven's "thing" is that it desires eyes on it. It "lives within your gaze" and the reason you can blink while looking at it is because it will "tolerate such a brief moment of disruption". And in Ruina, one of the lines found in its fight mentions the sight being "breathtaking". All eyes on him... Sounds prideful, doesn't it?

Gave the E.G.O weapon-styled spear an eye to fit with the Abno's theme and match with his final boss hammer having an eye on it. I also had some fun making his facial expression, wanted it to be unnerving >8}

Awakening - Breathtaking, aren’t I?

Corrosion - Is this what you wanted to see? Those dry, burning eyes… ANSWER ME!

Envy (Distortion + Manifested)

He pulled a Dongrang and Distorted first before un-Distorting and manifesting his own E.G.O. Manifest E.G.O out of Spite™.

I am calling the Distorted form "Fuschine Iridescence", with the Distortion Code "IN-???-06" (as for danger rating... "WAW-09", possibly? He is the literal Devil, after all, his Distorted form is bound to be dangerous), with the middle digits being unknown due to not being from/in The City and in turn not belonging to any District. This Distortion has siphons at the ends of its feet and stinger, which it uses to drain blood from its victims (and can be seen in the magenta-glass bulbs in its legs).

For the E.G.O, I am naming it "Corundrum", a combination of the words "corundum" (the crystal that includes gems like ruby and sapphire, along with variants of sapphire such as the pink-orange padparadscha) and "conundrum" (which Satan is notorious for instigating), with the gem-theming coming from the fact that he rules over Hell, which is commonly underground and generally conflated with the Underworld, the domain of precious stones and metals. Large gemstones grow out of his back to replace his wings and tail, which he can summon "hard-light" constructs from, along with his hooves, horns, and crown becoming the same material with the same ability. His weapon (which in his "base" form is a pick-axe)'s head and end-caps are also made of the same material with the same ability. The "gimmick" of this E.G.O is that it switched between multiple Sin Affinity forms, each with a different gemstone (color and shape), weapon, and "style" of hard-light constructs, similarly to how the Envy Peccatulum take the forms of your Sinner IDs with their own various Sin Affinities. You'll see those forms very soon 83.

Had a lot of fun drawing the E.G.O form's huge voluptuous ass lmao.

Distortion - I can't stand you! You and all of your selfishness! Hoarding all of your... all of your precious redness! Just... give it to me!

Manifestation - ...No. I, the Devil himself, cannot stay in such a... miserable, unsightly state! Just what did she do to me? I will not be led astray by some... some... some conniving, sweet-talking, red-eyed HARPY!

Design info:

Distortion - I based this form's design off of his "spider" form he uses to chase you in one of his final boss fight phases (along with directly color-picking from the sprites).

Manifestation - The flowing fabric over his shoulders is meant to resemble the shape of his spaded tail he has when not using the E.G.O.

Corundrum Forms

Eight forms in total, with Envy being doubled up due to there being a non-mono-Envy and an amped-up mono-Envy version.

Base: Envy, Rainbow Obsidian, free-form electricity that can mimic his other constructs, pick-axe.

Hemorrhagic Sinew: Lust, Amber, large hands/arms, axe.

Gilded Bulwark: Sloth, Citrine, large hooved raptorial arms used as shields, spear/pike.

Bottomless Gullet: Gluttony, Emerald, fairy fly wings and a tail-mouth, pitchfork.

Crushing Current: Gloom, Malachite, tentacles, harpoon.

King's-Eye View: Pride, Pentagonite, large wings and a spaded tail, sword.

Brewing Sparks: Mono-Envy, Sugilite, similar to his base form's electric constructs but much more volatile and unstable, enhanced pick-axe.

Boiling Plasma: Wrath, Padparadscha, flowing/melting flames and super-heated plasma, hammer.

Design/Choice notes (prepare for a LAWT of text):

- The muted purple color for his base form's attire is color-picked from the lighting/outlines used for the black-colored parts of his in-game sprites. The shape of the Rainbow Obsidian on his back and at the ends of his weapon are also meant to resemble his horn shape. I chose Rainbow Obsidian because it has pieces of every color, fitting for a design with the gimmick of having powers from other color-coded forms and Envy's Peccatulum being mimics/doppelgangers.

- I chose Amber for Lust due to its general orange color and having a "lifeblood" connotation, as amber is derived from plants in response to injury similar to blood clotting. The gem material itself has pieces of bugs/other material within it, and is shaped like a heart due to one of the common connotations of "lust". I also chose an axe for the weapon to match with his non-Manifested Lust E.G.O being Sanguine Desire.

- I chose Citrine for Sloth entirely because of its color, though I gave it a "diamond" shape because it is close to a "sturdy" triangle. The weapon is a simple "blade on the end of a long stick" because Sloth isn't exactly known for being "complicated" and this form would rather play defensively.

- I originally chose Malachite for Gluttony and Turquoise for Gloom, but eventually changed Gluttony to Emerald (because of their shared green color) and Gloom to Malachite. The light constructs are meant to resemble his wings when using WIngbeat, and the end of his tail is meant to be a combination of a bell (like Ring-A-Ding, who is associated with Gluttony) with Freako Dragon's tusks (because Greed, which Freako is associated with, would be Gluttony in the PMverse). This form's weapon is a pitchfork due to it both being associated with the Devil and being a farming implement (that isn't a scythe).

- I chose Malachite for Gloom because of its bluish-green color and association with water. Gloom is associated with water, and Malachite is notorious for leeching toxins into water. The shared water association is also why I made its light construct tentacles and its weapon a harpoon.

- I chose Pentagonite for Pride due to their shared blue color, and the Devil in popular media (including AB's version of Satan) is often associated with pentagrams, so I thought a gem named after its five-fold symmetry would fit. This association with pop-culture's image of the Devil is also why I made the light constructs a spaded tail and large pair of leathery wings. Its weapon being a sword matches with the symbol used for Pride in Limbus.

- Brewing Sparks is basically an "amped-up" version of the base form, both in being mono-Envy and in its weapon being an enhanced version of the pick-axe. Sugilite was chosen entirely for its purple color, and the gem shape I chose is meant to resemble a bolt of electricity (which is commonly associated with Envy in Lumbus). This is both the only form that changes his horn shape and also has "jutting" back crystals.

- He was not able to attain his desired "redness" even when channeling the red-hot Sin of Wrath. The gem I chose, Padparadscha, is famous for its hybrid pink-orange color, similarly to this Satan being associated with magenta and yellow. It is also the only gem that has "floating" parts (the middle circle found in the gems on his weapon floats). This is the only form without white, instead replaced with a light yellow, and is the only form with a multi-colored light construct. The light constructs do not even quite resemble proper fire, instead an amorphous boiling plasma that flows from like water. His weapon resemble the weapon he uses in the first phase of his boss fight, being a hammer to try and copy Anton's techniques like clutching and slingshotting. So close, yet so far...

- The eyes of all of the forms (outside of base) have pupils colored like their associated gem. Wrath has no black sclerae, instead having banded eyes of pink and yellow, with the eye of his hammer being colored in an inverted version of his band pattern.

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A Lamb Before Your Shearer || Kai Anderson

Fandom: American Horror Story Pairing: Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader Words: 1215 Note: This has been rewritten and reposted from a previous blog. Warnings: Face-fucking. Facial (and not the spa kind). Dirty talk. Degradation. Mentions of spanking and threats of public humiliation. Humiliation kink. Summary: You love challenging your Divine Ruler just as much as he loves putting you back in your place.

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THE ANGER ON his face both excited and scared you.

        Oh, how you loved riling him up. How his nostrils would flare and the black of his pupils would bleed straight into the depths of the irises, glinting with the flame of his ire. His sculpted muscles hardened and flexed beneath his skin.

        He looked like he could snap your neck with a single motion—and knowing he very well could turned you on.

        Kai’s brows tensed in a deep sneer, eyes glaring daggers straight at you with enough intensity to make your hands tremble. You swiftly clenched them at your sides before he noticed.

        “What did you just say to me?” Before waiting for an answer, he stepped forward and towered over you in presence. “If you knew what was good for you, you would get down on your knees right now and beg for my forgiveness,” he said.

        Summoning the adrenaline-fueled courage that just barely touched you, you lifted your chin and looked him in the eye, challenging him and his authority with that gesture alone. “Make me.”

        Kai didn’t blink an eye.

        He snarled and shoved you down onto your knees with no preamble. His large hand twisted tightly in your hair, yanking harshly at the roots, while his other deftly tended to the front of his jeans. In a second, he had his cock out, red and swollen with arousal but not yet fully erect, veins wrapping around the shaft.

        “Since you can’t shut that filthy mouth of yours,” he sneered, “I’ll shut it for you. Open.”

        Defiant, you pinched your lips together. Giving in so soon—well, what was the fun in that? You enjoyed the challenge, enjoyed making him make you take him. He enjoyed it too, you knew, once some of his anger had ebbed enough for him to focus more on the thrill of forcing your submission.

        In the blink of an eye, your hair was released and his hand whipped across your face in a jarring smack. The sound echoed sharply throughout the room, and your ears rang for a moment. Pain exploded throughout the entire side of your face once your nerves had processed the violent motion.

        Kai gripped your chin tightly and leaned down, his face inches from yours. “You are on thin fucking ice, little girl. I suggest you open your fucking mouth if you want to leave here with just a split lip.”

        His fingers dug into either side of your face, applying pressure to make your jaw pop open, your lips parting. He pushed his cock just past your lips, letting the weight of himself rest sturdily on your tongue.

        Moving his hands back to your hair, he tilted your head back and sneered down at you before thrusting forward.

        You gagged and choked as the head of his cock hit against the back of your throat in a single motion. Kai didn’t stop. His thrusts were sharp and rough from the start, anchoring your head in place as he fucked your mouth brutally, smirking sadistically at the tears streaming down your face and the spit dribbling down your chin. He reveled in your pain, in your humiliation, in your degradation—but only because he knew, truly, you loved it.

        The ache between your thighs grew more intense and difficult for you to ignore. Your eyes stayed locked with his, allowing him to see how your pupils had long since blown in pure, unadulterated lust, matching the flush to your skin that only popped up when you were close to your breaking point, on the verge of giving in and begging him to touch you, to take you, to make you his again and again until his name was the only thing surrounding you.

        “Look at you,” he taunted, never letting up on his brutality as he punished you for your insolence—which he not so secretly loved almost as much as he loved putting you back in your place. “Nothing but a greedy little cock whore. You’re just a hole for me to fuck, a pawn for me to use as I see fit.”

        He chuckled darkly.

        “And you fucking love every second of it, don’t you, little lamb?”

        A resounding moan was the best response you could give. But he knew—oh, he fucking knew how wet you got for him. So many times he’d spanked your ass black and blue for talking back during a meeting, only to fuck you with his fingers in between, taunting you for how your pussy drooled for every smack he gave you. He’d threatened to fuck you in front of the entire cult, right on the table so they could see what a pathetic little slut you were, and you’d moaned and begged him to do it, wanting him to show everyone who you belonged to.

        Kai groaned and pulled out of your mouth, keeping your head tilted back sharply while he pumped himself furiously. “God, I can smell you from here. Pathetic. Do you want my cock, little lamb? Hmm? You want me to fuck that pretty cunt of yours, fill you with my cum?”

        You whimpered and shifted, clenching your hands at your thighs. Your pussy ached with the desire for exactly what he was describing. You wanted him to fuck you against the wall, hand around your throat as he told you how worthless you were, fucking you so hard you saw stars, filling you to the brim with his very essence, anointing you as his little lamb he’d led to the slaughter.

        “Please,” you begged. “Please, Divine Ruler, I want your cock. I want you so hard I never think of another man.”

        He glared down at you, and for the first time, you felt as though you’d said the wrong thing.

        “The only man you should ever think of knowing is your Divine Ruler, little lamb,” he hissed, his chest beginning to stutter slightly in the telltale sign of an impending release. “You don’t deserve my cock. Now stick your fucking tongue out.”

        Kai yanked at your hair and snapped your head back a little further. You groaned at the dull ache it created at the base of your neck as well as the sharp pain at your scalp, but you obeyed and stuck out your tongue, watching him closely until the last minute. Your eyes shut just in time for him to let a low groan erupt from the bowels of his chest, spurts of warm cum hitting your face, sliding down your nose and cheeks as he deliberately aimed nowhere near your mouth.

        After a moment, he released his grip on your hair only to wrap his fingers around your throat, squeezing. He lifted you up and slammed his mouth to yours in a fiery, impassioned, possessive kiss, dominating and bruising your lips, one of which was already split and shared the tang of blood.

        You moaned softly when he pulled back, eyes fluttering open to look at him, feeling his seed drying on your face.

        “Don’t you dare wipe any of that off,” he demanded in a low tone, his thumb tracing the shell of your swollen lips. “I want everyone to see what a dirty slut you are. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

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GO3 speculation time

Gather round, children, if you want to talk theories about the leaked scene. If you don't enjoy theories or speculation, please scroll on! Good Omens is a fantasy, so fantastical ideas are welcome on this blog.

After a lot of thought and staring at pixels, I think the teal bookshop scene shows an A&C who are human or who believe themselves to be human. This aligns best, in my opinion, with the changes in how they look, the bookshop, and the background actors. I fully admit this is based on some very small details that it's hard to see clearly, and it's certainly not the only plausible theory, but I hereby present the following case to the court:

What makes Aziraphale look like an angel? That platinum blond/white hair and the Victorian clothing. What appears to be gone in this scene? See above. I submit this photo as evidence.

What makes Crowley look like a demon? The tattoo and the yellow eyes. What appears to be gone in this scene? See above. In addition, he is sporting a pretty serious beard shadow, there are hints of a grey streak in the ginger wig, and his trousers don't look like they need a miracle to get on and off. I submit these photos as evidence; for comparison, here's DT on The One Show with a more cherry red shade of hair. Upon cross-examination, you might ask, what if he's had the tattoo applied and put in the contacts in between when some of the set photos/videos were taken? It seems odd to me that he would be on set partially made up, but I will admit a potential loophole in my case here.

What makes the Whickber Street bookshop different from other bookshops? The fact that the bookseller doesn't care about customers and, in fact, actively discourages them (also it has a portal to heaven). But human booksellers actually do need to make money to pay for food and rent. So this bookshop has a sign that reads "Open" (which is covering up the name of the real-life store).

What makes me think this is not a flashback? The clothing of the extras walking/biking past in the scene looks contemporary.

Now, I hasten to add, I do not think they will stay human. I think this is yet another complication on the way to a happy ending for the A&C we know and love. But the human meet-cute options are delicious to contemplate, aren't they?

Why and how are they turned temporarily human or tricked into thinking they're human? Lots of fascinating possibilities here, which I might save for a fic, as soon as I finish this other post-s2 fic I've been working on for <checks watch> six months. (It's so close to done!)

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would you ever do concept art for unofficial projects (beyond skyrim, project tamriel, etc)?

So I've thought about it but I don't think I ever will. Not out of dislike of the unofficial projects obviously. I love them and am playing Beyond Bruma rn (which is amazing!)

So why focus just on official artist credits on this blog? (In my opinion) many fan artists and modders (ironically) get better credit given to them by the TES community than a lot of official TES artists themselves receive.

The intention of this blog was to (help) address the lack of recognition and credit given to TES artists. We all see fan art, unofficial art etc. on here and the internet every day, but rarely do we see *official* TES art or concept art posted along with the actual official artist credits.

We all know artists like Adam Adamowicz, Ray Lederer, Michael Kirkbride, or Jeremy Fenske, but beyond these and a handful of other names we all know, we need to recognize that literally hundreds of other artists have worked on TES, many of whom we simply do not know the names of beyond seeing them generically listed in the game credits.

So beyond a small handful of names, why don't we see more TES artists names being credited when fans share their art online?

A. Alot of ppl are lazy and just wanna post art and don't care about giving industry artists credit.

B. We don't actually know (for certain) alot of the names of the artists of TES to even be able to credit them! So even if we want to give credit, it's sometimes literally impossible to know who did what without contacting Bethesda/Zenimax themselves, and even they might not know!

There are other ppl and websites out there who do work on this. Some of the contributors at UESP and other ppl like LadyNerevar over at the Imperial Library do alot of work tracking down lesser known concept art and artists names if they can find them.

But beyond that there's still just not enough work being done to name and give proper credit to TES artists. Bethesda/Zenimax themselves don't do a good enough job of this I might add beyond generically listing artist names in game credits. It's weird because I know some game fandoms DO actually do alot of great work finding and giving official artist credits.

(The D&D fandom largely does a great job with this IMO)

Fan artists and modders deserve all the praise and credit we can give them!

I just want to make sure we give credit to the industry artists who have made the work that's inspired those unofficial projects 🙏