#( jessica verse :: hell is now )

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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ��strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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Is Evie canon to the Yours Truly universe? I absolutely love her already, and I can only imagine the kind of hell she put poor Nel through growing up. Al would be so proud. Good on Nel for starting a law firm, too! That’s our queen!!!

But also the general heartbreak that Nel must have felt as every day Evie looked a little bit more like the man Nel thought she knew. Just looking at her daughter one day only to see someone completely different but so familiar staring back. :(

I’m also so curious how the realization that Nel was pregnant went down. Not well probably. Was it before or after Al died? How would Al have reacted if he was alive (He very clearly didn’t want kids). How on earth would he have behaved around a pregnant Nel?? Also not well probably.

And of course I can’t forget about the extended family. Where’s Grace, my beloved, in all of this??? The absolute agent of chaos that she is, she and Evie would cause so much havoc — I just know it. And I can’t tell if Marie would be ecstatic up in heaven or rolling around in her grave at the news lol. I’m assuming by this point in time she’d have passed away, but to know she just missed the big news — damn. Poor Grandma Marie. Nobody thought Al had it in him 😔

Sorry for the giant block of text lol. I adore Evie and she’s got my brain in overdrive rn. Your writing is amazing, and Yours Truly is genuinely such a wonderful read! Also don’t feel pressured to answer any of the questions if you don’t want to or if it’s spoiler territory — I just had to get all that off my chest :)

Stay safe out there and take care of yourself!!

No PLEASE send me asks about Evie I fucking love her and barely ever get to talk about her because I've kept her so private for so long!

Evie is "canon" to Yours Truly but not in the way you might think. She is never going to be born, she doesn't exist, but she will eventually have a small cameo in a later chapter. The rest is a mysteryyyyyyy for now. However, I love thinking about the au where she's alive since I LOVE family drama and angst.

The girl is a menace. She's a strange mix of Darla Dimple, Jessica Lovejoy, and Heather Chandler but also can be oddly endearing? There’s a strange innocence to her. Yes, she did stab that man but she hugs her momma extra tight when that haunted look comes over her face. There are a lot of layers to the silly gay girl that VERY few people will ever see let alone notice and process.

If Al was around for Nel actually being knocked up and aware of it, he'd be annoyingly overbearing. 100% he'd treat her like she's made of glass even though she's trying to bite his throat out for being so condescending. It would be a giant clusterfuck of Nel randomly crying cuz her hormones are raging and she’s too big to bend over and buckle her shoes, and then Alastor is staring at her like she’s insane because it’s Nel, crying. They’d make it work though. Well, in another universe at least, because in the drabble-I-posted-verse uuuhh….he wasn’t really around to know that he has a child kicking around on earth.

But heeeeey she and Grace are BFFS! They definitely gang up on Nel together while she smokes 28 packs of cigs with a thirst for blood in her eyes. Little shits of a feather flock together.

If Marie was around, she would SPOIL that child. Her only grandchild, and a little girl??? Whatever Evie desired Marie would deliver and you wouldn’t be able to tell that child no without her granny defending her. It’s probably for the best that they never met since Evie would be worse than she already is.

Thanks for asking more about her cuz I like to yap :D I can't really say too too much since I don't wanna accidentally spoil YT, but man do I adore this strange child of whimsy.

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Ideas for a FALLOUT verse :

i'm gonna ramble here but i wanna get What I'm Thinking out.

OPTION 1 :

Jessica's Fallout story is very similar to how her life starts now ⸺ only, instead of Hydra that's employed her parents, it's the Institute. Researchers in genetics that would be very interested in some Big Brain Biologists like the Drews. Perhaps they're wanted for their research into irradiated spiders ( we don't see any mutated spiders iirc?? so like, maybe they survived pretty unaffected, stayed normal, and maybe that's why they're being researched on? 🤷‍♀️ ), or perhaps not and they're just normal biologists and one of them is more than willing to use their daughter as a genetic guinea pig.

She's poked and prodded at as a child, perhaps even still while she's developing within the womb. She's got a slight immunity to radiation ( decently so, but not entirely safe from it as i'm not looking to Ghoulify the gal ).

Does this make her some sort of mutant by Fallout standards? Just lacking the FEV? Something instead of the FEV, really. I suppose, sorta kinda. And I might touch on that.

OPTION 2 :

I mean, I mean, look at Fallout 4's main storyline and look at what's happening to her in her comics right now ⸺ her son is abducted by an evil organisation, goes on a wild hunt and stops at nothing to find him. ( Replaying the game rn with her as a character, and every time she sadly says something like "I need to find my son, they've abducted my boy" it's a GUT PUNCH ⸺ TOO REAL RN )

I'd make her married to someone random, and I'd rename Shaun to Gerry.

If I go this route, a more Fallout 4-esque story not a one for one, I'm gonna work her being a detective for Nick Valentine in there somehow. I can't not do that. Everything else is so perfect already, how can I leave that out too? ( in his Raggedy Ass Columbo Jacket and all <3 )

Either way, some KEY THINGS I wanna hit:

She's a bounty hunter.

Her weapons of choice? Modified biker gloves charged with fusion cells, looks like lil electrified balls firing as she uses them. As well as a pistol fitted with a laser attachment that she's affectionately named her Venom Blaster. ( Think Pew Pew from FO:NV. ) I was gonna go with knuckle dusters but I like the biker gloves more. Suits her. Plus that means she's got some sort of range on them like she would her real venom blasts. How do they work technically? I'll get there.

In lieu of her pheromones, she's got high as all hell charisma. Could charm the dew right off a honeysuckle. And, if possible, some way to work in the Black Widow perk from New Vegas, 3 & 4.

She'll be younger than she is now ⸺ instead of being typically 28 - 32, I'm taking her down to 24 - 28.

There's a brief, and I mean very brief, period of time in the comics where she smokes. I'm bringing that back for this verse. Pay her in caps, or depending on the job, a pack of smokes. If you wanna gain some points toward her good side, bring her a pack out of the blue.

Still from London, but her parents move to the States at some point before the bomb.

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Across The Spider-Verse Spoilers!!!!

Watched it last night. Jesus fucking christ. I can not express how much I hate Miguel. Like I get it. But... what the hell man? There is definitely something he's hiding and the fact that Hobie knew???? He doesn't know what it is but he's a political activist, he can see right through his shit! He just needed to find someone else who gets it! Someone else who also saw through his bs and Miles was that guy! I can't imagine how long he waited to do that! God I love him so much, I am in love, you have no idea!! And it helped other people who were suspicious but was like 'I'm probably just overthinking.' Gwen, Jessica, Peni (oh GOD Peni!), Spider-Byte, Peter!!!

Miles. Miles Miles Miles Miles Miles... I don't even know what to say, this poor kid. BOTH of these poor kids, Jeez Louis!

I love Mayday so much!! She's so cute!!!

Spot is just such a good villain and now we have three????

Like I don't even know what to say at this point I just love this movie so much!

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Psycho Analysis: The Wall

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Spidey Super Stories is what you get when you take Spider-Man from The Electric Company and give him a comic run of his own. It’s geared more towards kids, so there’s a lot wackier and out-there concepts on display, and is the originator of not only Spider-Woman (though not Jessica Drew), but also this:

And also this:

And, of course, the evildoer known as The Wall. Or more specifically, the Wicked Wall.

Now, here’s thing (and I ain’t talking about that other bricked-up superpowered Marvel character): The Wall is a villain in a Spidey series loaded with some of the wackiest and most bonkers one-shot villains ever put to page. Case in point: Thumper, the girl who dresses as Napoleon Bonaparte, wields a boxing glove, and is defeated by being gifted the pony she always wanted since she was a child, a villain who will definitely be getting one of these reviews someday soon. And then there’s the panels like the ones above, where we get the iconic Thanoscopter. How is The Wall supposed to compete with such iconic madness?

Motivation/Goals: My man Joshua here is, quite simply, a hater. He saw Spider-Man was having a day off, and decided, “Oh HELL no, if I gotta be a brick wall I’m making that his problem!”

And he does! In an impressive twist of fate, The Wall manages to get Spidey kicked out of the Mets game the poor hero was trying to enjoy! Sure, he’s kicked out too and he doesn’t seem particularly happy, but a Pyrrhic victory is still a victory. Kind of.

Final Fate: In a fate even the Kingpin would agree is far too cruel, The Wall… is kicked out of the Mets game alongside Spider-Man. They’re last seen moping outside the stadium together.

Best Scene: The guy’s on four fucking pages, let’s just say his entire existence is perfect. But if I’m singling out a tiny sequence, I think this one might be the funniest:

Of course, there's also the sheer comedy of his backstory, where he was a simple boy building a wall when suddenly it fell, somehow turning him into a monster. Maybe the cement was radioactive? It defies all logic in the best way:

Best Quote:

Final Thoughts & Score: The Wall is a great example of the weird, off-the-wall (heh) creativity utilized in comics at the time. He really has it all: A ridiculously punny name that kind of had his fate sealed from birth (Joshua Waldemeyer), no real reason for villainy, an absurd and nonsensical accident that created him that defies any and all logic, a ridiculous yet endearing design, and an endless supply of corny one-liners. This is what goofy one-shot villains should aspire to be.

Of course, that doesn’t leave me with much to talk about in regards to him; there’s no deep complexities or tragic backstories here, just a simple case of a goofy gimmick villain being a lot of fun due to an absurd design and a simple scheme. Unlike the last villain I reviewed, I’d say the relatively simple and straighforward gimmick of being a fucking wall was used to great effect, giving plenty of goofy puns and gags as well as utilizing his bizarre ability to be a nuisance. Like yeah, you could probably swap out The Wall with someone like Rhino or Juggernaut and get the same basic effect, but would it be nearly as funny?

A 7/10 is a fair score for this guy. He’s just a perfectly fun one-shot who, despite only a brief time in the spotlight, isn’t such a terrible idea he couldn’t work if brought back in some regard. Hell, they almost brought him back for Across the Spider-Verse, with his absence being the only thing holding the movie back from true greatness.

I think my only gripes with him are that he's only there for four pages, which while understandable is rather disappointing, but more importantly is that he's in a comic that seems filled to the brim with utter absurdity around every corner. After seeing the Thanoscopter, would you not be comfortably numb to a living mound of masonry? All in all, is he not simply another brick in the wall?

No you fucking goon, he IS The Wall itself. And nothing can take that away from him. If nothing else, I’m definitely going to have to look through more of these Spidey stories to see what other bonkers villains lie waiting for me.

[nanlanmoarchived]

Continued from here with @edhellfire

There were few times in Jessica's life that she'd ever raised her voice at her uncle. He'd always been so easy going and so understanding but when he pulled both her and Eden out of school early, rambling about needing to get them away from Hawkins, Jessica lost her shit. Eddie was missing, rumors around the hallways of school were going wild with accusations and he wanted her to leave him? Child locks and an already packed truck made it impossible to barter with the man and it took until about the Kentucky border before she finally ran out of steam and took to sulking in the backseat. She felt horrible. When Eddie needed the most support she was gone without even a word.

Coming back felt even worse. Because of Duncan's actions (valid as they might've been, given Jessica's penchant for protecting those she cares about) she felt like a coward. But once they'd gotten word that Eddie was safe, wounded but home, Jessica was packing the car. She'd practiced her apology a hundred different times, a hundred different ways, but the chasm between herself and the man she'd considered her best friend was one she wasn't sure how to cross. Whatever'd happened, whatever it was that he'd seen had changed Eddie and while she was well versed in the silent discomfort that came after trauma, she desperately feared that he resented her for not being there. Hell, she resented herself for not trying harder to get back here to him. She resented the fuck out of Jason Carver and the bullshit he and his buddies pulled. But mostly she was afraid to lose the one person she'd gotten close to. Eddie'd been really the only reason she opened up in this shithole and without him. . .She couldn't even begin to imagine what she'd do.

She'd tried to keep the tears at bay when she'd first arrived, smiling when she hugged Wayne, trying to joke the way they had before but everything felt different. Settled on the edge of Eddie's bed, her apology had come out all jumbled but the only thing she managed had earned her a solemn headshake and she couldn't help the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Fuck. She fucked up. Her mouth fell open, trying for anything to say to stop this from happening but then he's telling her that she doesn't need to apologize and while it does little to assuage her guilt she's just grateful that he's not telling her to leave. "I should've been here." Her voice was thin, lashes fluttering as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her sleeve. "Eddie, I'm so sorry. I swear I tried to get Duncan to turn around. I don't know how much help I can be now, but I'm here. . ."

[blogfullofemos]

The Gag to Be

Read my latest work following to this by clicking this link. (I'm in a writing spree because Miguel O' Hara is just that man. 😏https://www.tumblr.com/blogfullofemos/725085672494546944/for-research-only-purposes?source=share

RATED E FOR EVERYONE CAN GET THESE HANDS

Warnings: A lot of anger management needed on my end by the threats imposed to Jessica Drew and making her a villain. In my next anger management meeting I want to apologize to Hobie for taking the brunt of the hits. He didn't deserve it lmao. Miguel tearing up, anger taking the better of you and discovery of your true nature to the Spider-Verse. Also being caught after the act.

*Also this is all fictitious, I do not condone any male to female violence. No matter the circumstance.*

Pairing & Special Guests (with noticeable mentions): Female reader x Miguel' O Hara. Jessica Drew, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, and lego Peter Parker.

Word Count: 2,201

Enjoy and let me know how you feel. 😊 Also another thanks to @oharahive for inspiring it all with her story Frustration.

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      You and Miguel wake up to the blaring ring from Miguel’s watch, annoyed groans escaping both of you as Miguel pulls his arm out from under your head. Miguel hangs up the call and wraps his arms around you to pull you in an embrace, like you were a stuffed animal. You couldn’t help but smile feeling his chest move against your back as he nuzzled his chin to the crux of your neck. He inhales deeply as he slowly tries to fall back into sound sleep, which quickly dissipated as his wrist blared again with the harsh ring. “Fuckin’.” He mumbles, keeping you close as he brings his wrist up. The face time screen displays on top, revealing Jessica Drew calling with an alert appearing with a ding informing that she called 15 times. Both of you fully alert now, knowing the ear Miguel is going to have face from a rather pregnant and seething Jessica. In seconds Miguel breaks the spooning and gets off his bed, answering the face time call while simultaneously syncing his suit up to his neck. Covering the dark love bite, you given him during last night’s coupling. You sit up on his bed, covering your chest with his plush comforter “WHAT THE HELL MIGUEL!” Jessica roars as her motorcycle revs loudly on the street.

       “I was sle-.” Miguel tries to explain but gets cut off.

“I CAN TELL!! I’LL BE BY YOUR PLACE IN 5!!” she says, ending the call before Miguel could protest to her. The one thing all spiders had in common. He meets your astonished gaze before he runs throughout his apartment, shooting his luminescent red webs to close all the windows while grabbing your nightgown that rests on the couch. You don’t know why you stayed frozen in his bed; well, you do know but you wish you didn’t. You left your watch at home, unable to save the situation of possibly getting caught by putting on your suit like you were going on a mission with him. Miguel enters back into the room, tossing your nightgown to you and closing his bedroom window. Just in time to see a rift form into the bedroom, pulling both of your focus to Jessica’s glitched silhouette enter the space. Jessica exclaims an amazed sound as she assesses the situation before her, the rift closing behind her to reveal her suited form. “Now this!” she guides her hands towards your coveted frame “This is where I cross the fucking line!!” she yells at Miguel.

       “Jess.” Miguel sighs pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance by her seeing you so vulnerable in his bed.

“Don’t you Jess me, Miguel!!” she roars keeping her attention to him. She shoots daggers at you in quick succession to pulling up her watch, pressing numbers to call somebody. “You ignore my calls, fuck my apprentice, and expect me not to want to rip every limb off your body.” She mumbles pacing the room before another rift forms into the bedroom. “Shit.” She sighs as Hobie’s small silhouette appears within the glitch, earning a rather animalistic sound to rumble within Miguel. In seconds Miguel runs into the rift, ramming his frame to push Hobie back into whatever universe he was coming from and closing the rift. Leaving Jessica and you alone in his bedroom, her back facing you. “Jess.” You say softly, knowing there was no excuse you could give to amend this sense of disappointment. 

“Put your clothes on, I’m pulling up a rift to your universe now. We’ll talk about this later tonight in person, at one of the conference rooms in Spider HQ. Copy.” She instructs pressing Earth 539 on her digital screen as a rift form into Miguel’s bedroom once again. You quickly put on your nightgown and stumble off his bed, catching your footing as you walk towards the rift, Jessica keeping her back facing you. As you place a foot into the rift Jessica says, “I don’t ever want you near Miguel again.”, with a hint of harshness bleeding in her tone.

      The rift closes with you in it as Jessica sighs out her strong feelings of betrayal and hurt by the news. “I’m going to wring that himbo’s neck.” She mutters entering the code to the Spiderverse.

-

     Jessica enters Miguel’s huge lab, greeted with a rather angry Hobie ready to bash his guitar into Miguel’s skull as Miguel has his hand wrapped around the rocker’s neck. Jessica launches herself to the platform with her webs, shooting a web to catch Hobie’s guitar in mid-swing and pulling it into her hand. “YOUR ISSUE IS WITH ME MIGUEL!! LET GO OF THE BOY!!” she yells storming towards the conflict. 

“LE’ME GIV’ THIS MAN A NICE SHINER JESS!!” Hobie roars as he tries to land a punch, but Miguel tosses Hobie’s lanky body out of his stranglehold. Bearing his fangs at him with a roar, “You think that scares me bruv’?” Hobie says pumping up his chest for more. But Jessica places her hand on his chest, “Leave now Hobie.” She orders. Hobie looks at her and sucks his teeth as he takes his guitar from her hand, he gives Miguel a middle finger as he walks backwards off the platform. Jessica and Miguel listen as Hobie opens the huge doors and slams them shut behind him, its loud bang echoing throughout the immense space. Jessica gives a threatening glare to Miguel, “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE WITH MY APPRENTICE LIKE THAT!!” she booms pointing a finger at him like a natural mother.

     Miguel stalks towards her with piercing red eyes “What makes you think you have the right to order me not to?” he threatens stopping just before her. His intimidating frame puffed and ready to attack but a strong restraint made him not act out of line. “Back the fuck up before I get way out of character.” Jessica says, pushing him away from her. He backs away with a clench of his jaw and closes his eyes to turn off the red. Jessica walks towards one of his many desks and rests herself against it, placing her hand on her pregnant stomach as all the anger in her made her worry about the baby. She breathes to ease the emotion as much as she could as Miguel walks to another desk, pulling up a display of the map to the multiverses. Neither one wanting to look at each other. “How long has this been going?” she asks, truly not wanting to know the answer. Which Miguel remains silent, focusing his attention on the display. They sit quietly for another moment, the heated exchange slowly dissipating with every minute. “Look, the reason why I called in the first place was to inform you how sloppy you’ve been getting these last few weeks.” Jessica finally informs focusing her attention to the never-ending ceiling. Miguel just grunts his acknowledgement, placing a finger on a segment and leading it to another.

    “I’m going to have to take a leave soon and I really need you to get your act together Miguel.” She pushes rubbing soothing circles to her stomach. Miguel quickly faces her “You make it sound like I failed all my missions Jess.” He shoots crossing his arms.

“You almost did with this recent one if lego Peter didn’t pick up the coordinates in time.” She shoots back. He exhales in annoyance as he combs his hair back with his hand, facing the screen once again. “I apologize for that… It’s just-.”

“Let’s not forget the mere close call you almost put yourself in a mission a month ago.” She adds. She was right, he was getting extremely reckless in his fight against anomalies. The thought of you preoccupying his practicality, he should’ve focused on the main task of his life. Keeping the order within every spider’s storyline, while fixing other’s mistakes before disrupting his own order to the chaos. But you just filled a void within him, since the damning day of his obliteration to his so-called life.  Jess should sort of understand his lack of discipline, but he knew this betrayed a sense of trust between them.

       They didn’t truly consummate the friends with benefits pact between them, but they were unbelievably close to it. Jessica didn’t want it to erase the many days of rigorous training between you and her, Miguel knew that without it ever needing to be brought up. “Fine.” Miguel breaks the silence in a defeating tone, not wanting to succumb to Jessica’s blatant order. He turns to face her with a stoic expression, “I’ll get my act together and leave (Y/N) to you.” He answers.

“It should’ve never gone this way Miguel. Now you put me into a hard spot.” She says as she gets off the desk and walks away. Miguel watches with a heaviness in his chest as Jessica falls off the platform, his eyes tearing as the metal doors open and close. “Lyla!!” his voice cracks. Lyla pops up at his right shoulder exclaiming about a recent fashion statement taking over the Spiderverse, before her elated movements drop to a rather solemn tone. “Make sure (Y/N) has no way of contacting me even when we’re in the same space. Got it.” He orders, not looking at Lyla’s projection.

“Sure thing, Miguel.” She confirms pulling up his watch and working her magic.

-

    You walk throughout Spider HQ’s many corridors with a determined stride, following Jessica’s pinned location on your watch. As you finally enter the completely barren conference room, you see Jessica casually dressed and sitting in one of the many chairs. “Take a seat.” She offers the chair across from her. You follow, resting her hands on the white surface of the long table. You were livid at the way she bossed you around throughout the whole ordeal, ready to have your say in it all. “I’m truly disappointed in you (Y/N).” she starts making all the pent-up anger well up from within you.

“Before you start lecturing me, you should obviously know where you stand in my life by now.” You retort.

“As your MENTOR!!” she slams her hand against the pristine surface, rattling the table between you 2, causing you to jump back at the sudden outlash. “I feel extremely betrayed by you and Miguel’s excursions behind closed doors!! Miguel has bigger issues to carry and you distracting him will only cause more havoc than what we deal with now!!” she continues. You bite the side of your cheek, hurt lacing with every word she spoke. You never meant to distract Miguel, to be frank he was the one initiating every encounter that led to this moment. Now the blame was on you? How dare her. 

    “If it wasn’t for me, Miguel would’ve never let you into our community. You would’ve still been lost trying to bandage a home, to which outcasted and cut all ways of connection towards you. A Spiderwoman whose seen as a demon within her world!!” Jessica cuts deeply and with that you got off your chair and tossed it to the nearest wall. Denting the wall with its force. You wanted to hurt her back but knew you couldn’t. She was right but fuck did you want to defend yourself, you comb your hands through your hair as you pace. Your eyes welling up with tears of anger “So what are you truly getting at Jessica Drew?!!” you push continuing pacing back and forth in front of her while punching your hand into your palm.

“We will start your training again tomorrow, while YOU stay away from Miguel. No contact whatsoever.” She states crossing her arms as she rests back against her seat. You flip the desk in a sudden rage, your eyes flashing a scarlet hue which Jessica never seen before. Realization hitting her as to why you are called the Spider-Devil in your universe. You stood before Jessica with an intimidating snarl, the table being the only thing keeping you from going over the edge. “You can��t keep me away from him. I will NEVER let that happen.” You threaten balling your fists to your sides.

    In seconds, Jessica shoots multiple webs at you, the force slamming you back and sticking you onto the wall. She quickly shoots her last few webs onto your mouth as she gets off her seat, dusting herself off she concludes, “I already beat you to it kid.”. Before clicking a button on her watch and walking into a rift, as your eyes return to its scarlet hue this time the white surrounding your pupils blackening. You rip yourself free from her webbing to try and catch her, but you were only a second too late. The door to the conference room slams open as Gwen and Hobie shoot their webs towards you, missing as you shoot your black webbing to wrap around their necks. Tossing Gwen to the side of the room and Hobie out the windowed wall, glass shattering followed by an alert system taking over the HQ. Signaling all spiders to the threat you now were to the vicinity, a threat you never wanted to be.

[firstwcman]

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖜𝖈𝖒𝖆𝖓 / firstwcman; a somewhat divergent & personal portrayal of Lilith Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel, woven with pieces of mythology and headcanons, written by Red.

𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 / expectations; this blog will feature dark and sexual content, seeing as the setting itself is placed in Hell and Lilith is a highly sensual character. there will also be mentions and discussions of child loss, miscarriages, and the grief of difficult conception as this is a core part of Lilith's character. muns below the age of 21 will be blocked on sight. you're pushing it at 20 lmao.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 / blog; this blog is somewhat private & mutuals only (opens are free game, however). original characters are very welcome, and I am crossover friendly to an extent. please read Lilith's about before interacting. this blog does not tag trigger warnings.

activity: very low for grieving.

𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 / about.

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 / rules.

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘 / verses.

𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖘 / credits.

𝖒𝖚𝖓 / mun.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔 / promo.

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 / opens.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 / prompts.

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 / permanent starter call.

𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍'𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙 / lilith's wall of text.

𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖙 / pinned art by hinsou.

𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖙 / spotify art by hellpple_hz.

lilith icon by ChandlLucky.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 / blog roll;

@gctchell - my hellaverse multimuse where this lovely lady was moved from.

@dustedlilac - my take on vaggie which dates back to 2018, very canon divergent.

@crimsonfacets - my general multimuse, comprised almost entirely of animated characters.

@krupnick - my jessica rabbit who is on a long hiatus at the moment.

@faircanopus - my elizabeth m. from black butler / kuroshitsuji.

@wolfofwinchester - my take on claudia p. from black butler / kuroshitsuji, heavily canon divergent.

upcoming events;

all is quiet on the circus front..

Divergence notices;

I play with both version ideas of God creating Lilith and Adam as well as the Angels. I can swap easily depending on my partner's preference, though to keep with canon, I'll default to the Angels for casual. My portrayal was made 1/30/2024. The beach scene is not my lore, nor is this vague deal made with Adam. If I like it in the future, I might play with it, but for now I'm just doing my own thing. I've had this woman for a year prior in private and am going with some of the things I have worked into her from behind the scenes to mix with canon as much as I am comfortable with. As my default, Lilith and Lucifer are not actually separated in my portrayal. Hell could certainly think so, and Charlie could definitely think that they have some issues going on, i.e, the last time she saw them together, it was in disagreement over the Sinners and the Extermination, the one thing that Lilith and Lucifer collide on as they exist at polar opposite points on the spectrum in their personal regards. If separation is something that you as my rp partner would like to play with, please discuss it with me first! As stated in my rules, I personally do not accept the sexual innuendo involving the apple. I have been playing the marriage as monogamous and do not have interest in playing with an open relationship/marriage concept.

[vbsvartalf]

Audio Drama Sunday, as you do

The Supernatural Protection Company – Back in April I had an idea similar to this after working at the call center for the El Paso Water Company, I outlined a few episodes and did some research, but it fell apart because that sort of writing isn’t my strong point, and my brain is like a toaster. Looking back now after listening to a few episodes of the show, I’m glad I didn’t try and go forward with my version idea because Saph the Something did an amazing, amazing job creating this show and did a far, far better job than anything I could have created. I’m envious but more I’m delighted that someone else had this idea and went forward with it in such a delightful way. I cannot express how much you all should listen to this.

Badlands Cola – half Jessica Jones’ dark, dry humor, half Lovecraftian-style occult detective with the slow burn strangeness of Silt Verses and True Detective, Badlands Cola is a rising star in the audio drama community and for good reason. The story telling is 200 proof, the dialogue is strong, believable, and engaging, and the setting is just familiar enough to feel like it could be happening next door. Badlands Cola is a fun listen, a very fun listen, so fun that I needed to listen to it twice because I was convinced that I missed something secret detail or hidden message. I have to wonder, then, does that mean I’m being targeted by this cult?

Wireland Ranch – Surrealist writing, savagely anti-capitalist humor, and an all too real sense of what the fuck is about to happen oh my god it’s happening oh god it’s happening, Wireland Ranch is as southern gothic as southern gothic can get. It’s so “what the fuck?” and moves so fast that you as the listener have no choice but to think “okay so that’s a thing” and go with it. It’s an acid trip in the best possible way, if Lovecraft weren’t a racist nonce, he might be able to come up with something this surreal and uneasy. I cannot recommend this one enough, I have no idea what’s really going on, but you know what, I don’t need to know what the hell is happening to me as I listen.

[snnynaturalarchive]

SNNYNATURAL :  independent semi to highly active blog of disney channel’s sonny with a chance’s  allison jade “sonny” munroe. this blog revolves around sonny's supernatural verse that has nothing to do with her canon verse. sideblog to @snnydcys. loved and cherished by lumi ( 26+ , pst/cst , she/her ). 

reason for blog : sonny's supernatural verse has been becoming a persona of her own, so i decided to make her own little space for this universe.

guest muses : sofia ortiz jessica alba ( cousin ) , camila alvarez lindsey morgan ( distant cousin )

READ BELOW FOR VERSES & GUIDELINES . . .

CONNECTION TO DEAN & SAM: just for anyone who is curious for plotting purposes, sonny is not connected to any of the winchesters (unless plotted with whoever i'm writing with). i left it completely open because i wouldn't want to force anything on anyone and would love to leave room for all types of connections. sonny and her family are their own hunters and own their own roadhouse/safehouse. if anything, the only canon connection i would have is that they would drop by if there was a hunt nearby.

main verse: sonny is the daughter of hunters. they tried their very best to keep this life hidden from her, until one hunt they used sonny as bait and she was thrown into the life. her family created a roadhouse/safe house, munroe's safehouse, for all other hunters to come when in need of refuge or a place to relax before going off. think of it as a bar in the main space and then rooms down the hall. kind of like a free motel for hunters of some sorts. sonny dedicates her time aiding hunters, patching them up, and giving them the happiness that they need. even if it's temporary. her main goal is to bring back joy and comfort that they may have lost during a hunt.

now, she doesn't go on hunts herself. her main place is at the safehouse. which was also pretty much her home since she lived upstairs. however, whenever the time comes, sonny will find herself on a hunt from time to time.

apocalypse world verse: the world where sam and dean were never born and the angels took over. both of sonny's parents died in their hunt. leaving sonny all alone. part of the resistance against michael and the angels. in this universe, she stopped going by sonny when her parents died and only goes by her government name, allison. she's the opposite of sunshine in this universe. she sees the world as dark and cold. not being the light that people needed in worst of times.

demon verse: very much like her main verse, she is the daughter of hunters and they own a roadhouse/safe house and she works there aiding hunters. one day, her fiance was in trouble. a little backstory, the two met on a hunt. she saved his life from a very angry spirit and the two have clicked and gotten together and been together since. now he was being tortured by other demons. she didn't know why nor did she care, but she just knew she had to go save him. but her parents wouldn't let her go, instead, they went to go save him themselves. she waited for days only to find out that her parents were now in danger. she was visited by a demon as if it was a little fun game for them. letting sonny know that there was no way of saving them. so she found herself running off and summoning a crossroads demon. selling her soul to save their lives. it worked, however... she was only given three days so she had to say her goodbyes.

the moment she was dragged to hell, she was tortured. they wanted to break her fighting and kind spirit. sonny tried to hold onto hope. but her torturer was determined to break sonny's pure soul. so what did they do? they showed the truth of what her fiance was like. showing that he's been cheating on her. talking negatively about her. talking about everything she's insecure about. not only was this the right button to press, but sonny snapped. she was angry. now only did she sell her soul to save him, but he put her parents in danger. sonny grew incredibly angry and actually killed her torturer. and by this action alone, she was allowed to become a demon.

hesitant at first, every part of her didn't want to. but with all the torture and finding out the truth, she agreed. the last kindness in her heart didn't let her possess an innocent. instead, she reclaimed her body. and her first job as a demon? killing her ex fiance. and sadly.... that was an easy job and it erased all the purity she had left.

she would visit her parents from time to time to see how they're doing. but never getting close. now, she walks and lives amongst the demons.

GUIDELINES

BE KIND AND RESPECTFUL: i do not want any ooc drama at any time. this is a safe space just to write and have some fun. if there is any problem, i am always open to chat. AGE: i am 26+ years old and am only comfortable writing with muns AND muses that are 18+, so please be respectful of that. // i will be writing sonny between the ages of 22-38, depending on the thread. DO NOT RUSH: there are days where i just don’t have the energy to write, so please be respectful of that. and you don’t have to worry about rushing either! take your time. this is a hobby! TRIGGER WARNINGS: so since dark subjects might come up, they will be tagged accordingly! smut will be tagged. but i will absolutely NOT write any of the following - eating disorders (my trigger), clowns (my phobia), large age gaps, incest (including step siblings/step parents), rape, any form of abuse, ect. SHIPPING: this is a multi ship blog so no ships will intersect with each other unless plotted. i also will not and do not accept force ship. this is all based off of chemistry. i also don't just ship, i welcome all platonic, familial, enemy things! sonny is also fluid. BANNED FCS: the ones who have asked not to be written, serious criminal charges, youtubers, ect. to name a few: amber heard, logan paul, lea michele, ect. if you have any questions, just let me know!

WHERE ELSE TO FIND ME?: @snnydcys (main blog) , @mommydcys (nsfw blog) , @antiqsvchotic , @greatcstarcher , @havntedbase

psd credit : jaynedits gif credits : @harlivycommissions , @boyiega , @injungifs , @zvlda , @corneliagifs

[lakynofficial]

What The Hell Is Going On With Red Carpets?

So, the Golden Globes are on tonight. *Wendy Williams voice* Clap if you care.

That's what I thought.

Once upon a time, at least as recently as my childhood, even if you didn't see any of the films that were nominated at the Golden Globes or any of the shows nominated at the Emmys, or any of the plays nominated at the Tonys, you'd still tune in to the red carpet coverage to see rich people at their best: playing dress up in clothes none of us can afford.

But that time has clearly passed. 'Cause what the hell is this?

Now, I haven't watched The Bear, but does Ayo Edebiri play a dishwasher? What are those gloves?

Never mind the noticeable absence of neck adornment with many perfectly fine gowns that absolutely need jewelry, what is going on!? All the wrinkled gowns, poor (or no) tailoring, ugly poufs and peplums and some of the worst shoe choices I've ever seen in my life could all be excused if it weren't all such a bore.

Minds much smarter than I have speculated that there's truly nothing new left to be done. I don't believe it. What I do believe, however, is that celebrities are scared to do it. Scared to go too far, scared to really push the envelope for fear they'll be eviscerated on social media, and so they go for what's safe and...still get eviscerated on social media.

But why are they so afraid of us not liking their outfits? Who the hell are we? Back in the day, you had Joan Rivers to impress, you had tabloids at the cash register of every supermarket just itching to put you on the Worst Dressed List, and, usually, no stylist to create your vision and make it the best it could possibly be. How have we gone so far backwards in a world that accepts Crocs as a valid fashion choice?

My earliest fashion WOW moment was Celine Dion and her backwards Galliano tuxedo which, if you're well-versed in fashion lore, you know was a total flop at the time. But we look back on it now as one of the most daring, iconic looks of the 90s.

Now, I can admit that a lot has been done, so maybe there is a lot less left to do, but, it seems like nobody wants to even try to make a moment that no one has ever seen before, and I can't help but think about how if the celebs are too scared, regular people have to be terrified to try to push the envelope. I mean, not to constantly go back to the oversaturation of pre-packaged aesthetics that one only needs to add to cart to create an entirely new identity, but, it does appear that we, as a collective, are in a real dry spell when it comes to newness. Even those constant new aesthetics are just repackaging of old ideas. Has a fear of social media backlash permeated the masses? Are we all paralyzed at the idea of being a little "out there" lest some faceless TikTokUser30592058 say something mean?

Maybe. Or maybe I could be speaking too soon. Perhaps we'll look back on some the neck-less looks of today with fondness. I could certainly make a case for Jessica Chastain's dress being one of the best tonight if only she had gone the extra mile to actually style it.

But, I don't know. When I imagine the 2023 version of a 7-year-old Lakyn--the aspiring fashion designer she was--looking at the red carpet today, I just don't see that WOW moment. Does anyone feel inspired by this?

And where the F$%K are the necklaces!!??!

[ripcrispyblonde]

**partially adapted from lore, subject to change and growth* This information applies to verses In On The Ruse & Those Angel Eyes

Born a seraphim in the ranks of Zachariah and Castiel, Semyaza was not one to mess with in her time as a loyal soldier. However, she grew increasingly irritated with her father and how her siblings blindly follow some of his questionable actions. Eventually, she fell from Heaven due to her fraternization with humanity. She gathered a band of fallen angels and they called the Watchers. Azza's fall from grace only increased her fascination with humans and procreation and she convinced the other angels in her following to procreate with humans. Many nephilim were born, especially under the male vessels that Semyaza plowed through. In addition to this, she taught the nephilim and humanity alike the art of war, ready to watch chaos unfold across her father's supposed most sacred creation.

The widespread destruction of the unbridled nephilim, along with the humans becoming increasingly more inclined to start wars angered God. Azza’s sons Hiwa and Hiya were known to each consume thousands of animals every day. To put an end to all of this, God ordered Gabriel to spark a civil war among the nephilim to ensure destruction of the species without God or his angels having to get their hands dirty. Michael is tasked with making sure each of the angels in The Watchers met their own judgment day, after seeing their sons and daughters slain. The Watchers were all sentenced to being torture in Hellfire.

Any angel that sought to help them escape or evade was threatened with the same fate. However, Gabriel, felt partial to Azza and warned her of the incoming punishment under the stipulation that she better behave because he would not risk himself for her again. With a bit of help, Azza was able to fake her own death and escape, evading God and her siblings’ watchful eyes. After the nephilim were all dead and the angels were cast out, God created the Great Flood to wipe out all humans that had been tainted by The Watchers. Afraid to procreate once more and draw attention to herself, Azza took residence in a woman vessel so she could continue to play among the humans, under her own assumption that a female vessel could not fall pregnant.

Semyaza eventually was able to reunite with former co-leader of The Watchers, Azazel, who was now a Knight of Hell along with the other members of The Watchers from their penance in Hell. She became instrumental in his plan to get Sam Winchester back into hunting and off of the soft path he had chosen for himself. At this point, Azza had been inside the same female vessel for millennia, so letting her go proved to be a bit more difficult than she had assumed. Jessica Moore, however, was a rather devout Catholic, and said yes without too much convincing that an angel needed her help on God's orders.  However, somewhere along the way of getting Sam to fall in love with the girl, the fallen angel grew to care for the boy, given how much love and affection poured out of him for her mortal alias Jessica Moore. Such softness was something she had never experienced in all of her years among the mortals.

She almost backed out of the plan altogether because she couldn't bring herself to hurt Sam in such a way, even though she could see there wasn't a way out of the mess she'd made. Brady, however, nearly torched her wings as he forced her to continue along with the plan. Heartbroken herself, Semyaza tried to move on while keeping Jessica Moore as a vessel, with darkly died hair in hopes of evading any sort of recognition. Often, she checked in on Sam and is likely responsible for at least a couple of his moments of unexplained luck. She is always careful to keep herself in the shadows and stopped checking in when Castiel and the others showed their interest in Sam, afraid of what Heaven may do to her evading her punishment after all of these years. Azza also wants Sam to live with his happy memories of his time with Jessica Moore, but perhaps selfishly, does not want to watch his face twist in hate and disgust for her.

[crispyblonde]

**partially adapted from lore, subject to change and growth*This information applies to verses In On The Ruse & Those Angel Eyes and up to a certain point, Losing My Religion

Created a seraphim in the ranks of Zachariah and Castiel, Semyaza was not one to mess with in her time as a loyal soldier. However, she grew increasingly irritated with her father's seemingly making everything up as he went and how her siblings blindly follow some of his questionable actions. Eventually, she fell from Heaven due to her fraternization with humanity. She gathered a band of fallen angels and they called the Watchers. Azza’s fall from grace only increased her fascination with humans and procreation and she convinced the other angels in her following to procreate with humans. Many nephilim were born, especially under the male vessels that Semyaza plowed through. In addition to this, she taught the nephilim and humanity alike the art of war, ready to watch chaos unfold across her father’s supposed most sacred creation.

The widespread destruction of the unbridled nephilim, along with the humans becoming increasingly more inclined to start wars angered God. For example, Azza’s sons Hiwa and Hiya were known to each consume thousands of animals each every day. To put an end to all of this, God ordered Gabriel to spark a civil war among the nephilim to ensure destruction of the species without God or his angels having to get their hands dirty. Michael is tasked with making sure each of the angels in The Watchers met their own judgment day, after seeing their sons and daughters slain. The Watchers were all sentenced to being tortured in Hellfire.

Any angel that sought to help them escape or evade was threatened with the same fate. However, Gabriel, felt partial to Azza and warned her of the incoming punishment under the stipulation that she better behave, because he would not risk himself for her again. With a bit of help, Azza was able to fake her own death and escape, evading God and her siblings’ watchful eyes. After the nephilim were all dead and the angels were cast out, God created the Great Flood to wipe out all humans that had been tainted by The Watchers. Afraid to procreate once more and draw attention to herself, Azza took residence in a woman vessel so she could continue to play among the humans, under her own assumption that a female vessel could not fall pregnant.

Semyaza eventually was able to reunite with former co-leader of The Watchers, Azazel, who was now a Knight of Hell along with the other members of The Watchers from their penance in Hell. She became instrumental in his plan to get Sam Winchester back into hunting and off of the soft path he had chosen for himself. At this point, Azza had been inside the same female vessel for millennia, so letting her go proved to be a bit more difficult than she had assumed. Jessica Moore, however, was a rather devout Catholic and born into her line of true vessels under her mother's blood. The girl said yes without too much convincing that an angel needed her help on God’s orders.  However, somewhere along the way of getting Sam to fall in love with the girl, the fallen angel grew to care for the boy, given how much love and affection poured out of him for her mortal alias Jessica Moore. Such softness was something she had never experienced in all of her years among the mortals. Pleasure, raw and animalistic had been all she was after before the fall of The Watchers.

She almost backed out of the plan altogether because she couldn’t bring herself to hurt Sam in such a way, even though she could see there wasn’t a way out of the mess she’d made. Brady, however, nearly torched her wings as he forced her to continue along with the plan. Heartbroken herself, Semyaza tried to move on while keeping Jessica Moore as a vessel, with darkly died hair in hopes of evading any sort of recognition. Often, she checked in on Sam and is responsible for at least a couple of his moments of unexplained luck. She is always careful to keep herself in the shadows and stopped checking in when Castiel and the others showed their interest in Sam, afraid of what Heaven may do to her evading her punishment, even centuries later. Azza also wants Sam to live with his happy memories of his time with Jessica Moore, but perhaps selfishly, does not want to watch his face twist in hate and disgust for her.

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What happened during my high school years; shaped me for the rest of my life. All I can say is Jesus. He carried me through everything. Without further pause. This is my high school story:

Jesus had me write this many years ago. All this to say-Without Jesus, I am nothing. with Jesus-I have everything!

when I had given up on life, HE never gave up on me: JESUS THANK YOU FOR YOUR FAITHFULNESS!!!

The Journey that HE has taken me on and loving and trusting HIM through the valleys and also remembering HIS Promises-that the things that HE has for us are grand and the best is yet to come! In this year, get ready ready to see HIS GLORY, MAJESTY and POWER fall and come in a way like you have never even seen before, encountered, or ever experienced. Get ready to get immersed and go deep and be drawn into HIS EVERLASTING LOVE AND PRESENCE.

The story you are about to read is true. Jesus had me re-write my personal story several years back, and now Jesus has had me bring back to memory on today on June 12th, of 2010 some very precious things to my mind-for remember that when we obey HIM...no matter how horrific or hard the trials may seem to be at the time..when we are placing our hope and our trust in HIM when we are looking back years down the road that we will be able to see the beautiful story line that has actually been written and has also been orchestrated and also brought about through God's everlasting and amazing hand . I asked Jesus to show me some of the things that I had forgotten. This is a story and a life that could only be here to share this story with you today because OF HIS EVERLASTING GREAT LOVE and MERCY! none of it is me! All the GLORY AND THE HONOR GOES alone to HE WHO WAS, WHO IS, and WHO IS TO COME! Praise God Almighty of all Heaven and of all earth. He is forever faithful to HIS WORDS AND PROMISES. TRUST HIM WITH YOUR WHOLE LIFE! WITH ALL THAT YOU ARE AND WITH ALL THAT YOU HAVE! Trust and focus on HIM-on HIM and HIM alone can bring TRUE FULFILLMENT INTO YOUR LIFE! GET READY TO BE IMMERSED! AND to be forever CHANGED BECAUSE OF WHO HE IS! It doesn't matter what you may or may not have done in the past! HE loves you. AND HE CHOOSES you for HIS OWN! REST IN HIM! TRUE SURRENDER IS FOUND in (dying) to yourself and giving HIM all that you are and all that you have:

One has the choice to either become bitter or compassionate. (This is my story) I went through alot during high school; and this verse reminds me of God's glory and where He has brought me thus far today, and I know what He shall continue do for HIS everlasting eternal glory as well: Genesis 50:20 (The Message)

19-21 Joseph replied, "Don't be afraid. Do I act for God? Don't you see, you planned evil against me but God used those same plans for my good, as you see all around you right now—life for many people. Easy now, you have nothing to fear; I'll take care of you and your children." He reassured them, speaking with them heart-to-heart."

During my Freshman year in high school, (I went to a small private homeschooling one for that year), everyday I would ask the girls if they would like to hang out with me, and they would always tell me that they were busy and that they would not be able to. Then, they would turn back around to their friends and explain why they would be able to hang out with each other after school. This went on everyday of the school year, and since I was so hurt by that and how I was being treated by them--I tried to commit suicide twice. I am so thankful that Jesus did not allow me to go through with it. ***During the hardest moment of my life--Jesus spoke to my heart and to my ears and said to me, "Jessica, I have loved you with an everlasting love. If you choose to end your life now, the blood of millions will be on your hands." And during that time that He was speaking to my heart...HE had shown me an OPEN vision of hell...I heard the screams, and I saw the souls of those who had refused him...the souls of the damned...everlasting eternal judgment in hell. The very sight of seeing those souls falling into the very pits of hell...shook me to my VERY core....FRIENDS, eternity is forever....it will NEVER be a time for one to be playing games. Yes, eternity is FOREVER....what will you choose...will you be in the wondrous, beautiful, absolutely breathtaking glories of Heaven, or......will you be in the absolute ravenous, horrendous, decaying, putrefying, effects of hell. The Bible calls this place...Sheol....which is known as the place of the dead. of a place of rotting...of a place of decay..dear friends, you never want anyone to go here ever.....there is absolutely.... no life here. there is only agony, endless hours of torment that will last one soul for an eternity, in a place where the heat and the fires are so hot that if one were to endure these flames while they were on earth, that they would not survive. In Mark 9:48 it has this to say about this dreadful place, "Mark 9:48"Where their worm [[a]which preys on the inhabitants and is a symbol of the wounds inflicted on the man himself by his sins] does not die, and the fire is not put out." Hell is a very real place. The screams that I heard while I was shown that vision by Jesus-there were screams of such pain and torment..that no earthly mortal man woman or child on this planet has ever even known...it was a cry of the damned...a cry of excruciating...a torment that is not human...a non-EARTHLY torment. And ever since that time; the PASSION for SOULS has BECOME even GREATER. I DO NOT want to see ANYONE go to hell. JESUS PAID the ULTIMATE PRICE FOR THEM! My Dear friends, it is my prayer that even while you are listening to this song: (Crystal Lewis - just as I am/ I surrender all http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw7cRPykjc4 ) ....that if you don't know Him as your very personal Lord and Savior...and if you were to die today...and you don't know where you would eternity..and you want to know beyond a shadow of doubt...that if you died today that you would go to Heaven, then pray this prayer with me...Jesus,

I just want to thank you so very much for dying for ME on the cross. Thank you so much for your love and also for the sacrifice that you have made just for me-just for me knowing that even if I was the only one that was on this earth that you still would have came and died just for me. Jesus please come into my heart and thank you so much for writing and recording my Name down in the Lamb's Book of Life. Thank you Father God so much for your love and for sending your precious Son down to this earth to save me from my sins and to redeem me! Thank you so much Father God. Thank you. Love your Child.

(Even as you are reading the following segments of my high school story-please know this, that no matter how difficult or how trying your present situation might be...Jesus is the very one who will never abandon you....one who will NEVER ever reject you...He loves you....even during those times in my life....that I thought that I was dying on the inside...everyday when I woke up I said this to Jesus, " Jesus, Thank you for giving me just one more day.If I'm in Heaven tomorrow..that means that I will be in Heaven in everlasting eternity with you..that's fine...thank you for keeping me safe today. I trust you. thank you for helping me to protect my heart..no matter how hard this day might be I know that I have you right beside me to carry me all along the way through this"

"I Am Not Alone" By Natalie Grant (FULL)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPfTrVl_pzA

You're Here

In My Heart

You're the Light

That Guides Me Through The Dark

You Walk Beside Me

The Night Seems Cold

Each Time I Fall

Your Arms Are There To Hold

Chorus:

You Walk Beside Me

Giving Strength I've Never Known

I Am Not Alone

You Walk Beside Me

You're Here

In My Mind

I talk To You

And All My Fears Unwind

I Know I'm Loved For who I am

You Make Me Wanna Be The Best I can

Repeat Chorus

And I rely on your patience

When I face the unknown

and because of you

I am not alone

In the sun, In the rain

Through the good times and the pain

I reach out for your hand

I know that you understand

Repeat Chorus

...looking back, this is the poem that speaks to me the most... (Footprints Poem)'One night I dreamed a dream.

I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.

When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.

"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you." Remember that, no matter what your current situation might be-what you might be facing right now, Jesus will NEVER leave your side ever, He loves you 🙂...

During my Sophomore year, I was new to the public school in my town. I was chosen to be the homecoming representative for my Sophomore class; and the very next day I found a note in my locker that said, "The only real reason why you were chosen is because you are a huge joke and you are only a pawn in the game, and the whole school hates you. -Signed, Anonymous."

And afterwards, some of the girls came at me like lions with their claws out. My grades went down tremendously for a short time, as well as, during the cross country season. Where I was running in the Junior High Level; and the girls that did not like me were running in the Junior Varsity and on the Varsity Level. They decided with some of their friends, that they were going to come back to where I was running and knock me down--this happened several times.

Needless to say, I was absolutely terrified--and every single day I gave everything to Jesus. (My fears, my concerns, and my what-ifs?). I was always kind to them, and I never said one unkind thing to them and I always forgave them.

During my Junior year, while the cross country season was going on--some of the girls decided to play a mean trick on me. They told me that they were going to do something that had to do with cross country tradition. In my mind, I thought that it was going to be a memorable time, but it turned out to be a very horrific experience for me. Two of the girls on the team, decided to pull my shorts down in front of all of the football players and then another time in front of all of the cross country guys at a sectional meet.

During the middle of that year, in my Sociology class--the topic of aids came up and I told my class that the only real way to prevent aids was Abstinence. There was a two week debate that went on: with the controversy of Condoms vs. Abstinence. The whole school was mad at me for what my standards and opinions were. This Foreign exchange student--who was from Norway, she decided to yell at me since I was not ashamed to be a Christian and that I was standing up for Purity. All of my friends just watched her yell at me. It broke my heart to realize that they did not care enough about my friendship with with them--to stand up for me. I chose to serve Jesus with everything in me, instead of wanting to become popular. There would be so many times that I would ask Jesus, "Why am I going through this? Why does this have to hurt so much?" I lost all of my friends during my Junior year. I would always be sitting alone in the cafeteria, and other times I would I would be reading my Bible next to my locker. When I was typing up Bible verses on the computer, all I could think was, "God, I FEEL like I am DYING on the INSIDE!" JESUS, HELP me--PLEASE HELP me to stay STRONG. I CAN'T do this on my OWN. I CAN'T do this WITHOUT YOU!" There would often be tear stains on the pages. I never cried in front of anyone at school; but when I got home--I would BEGIN to POUR my heart out to my HEAVENLY FATHER, and tell HIM everything that was going ON. ***IN those moments, I could feel HIS LOVING ARMS AROUND me. TELLING me that it was going to be alright. THAT HE would NEVER leave me NOR would HE EVER forsake me. HE SHOWED me that DURING those TIMES I cried, HE was CRYING WITH me.

At the end of my Junior year, two girls who were in my cross country team, pulled me into the locker room and said to me, "You are no longer welcome at our school. If you want to speak about your religion and your ridiculous beliefs--you should go to a small little churchy school--where people will actually want to listen to what you are saying." At that moment, I truly felt like Peter and the other Apostles when the pharisees told them that were to no longer speak of or to even mention this Jesus Christ of Nazareth. But the disciples told them, It is far better to obey God than man. We will NEVER stop PREACHING this gospel."

Genesis 50:20 (The Message)

19-21 Joseph replied, "Don't be afraid. Do I act for God? Don't you see, you planned evil against me but God used those same plans for my good, as you see all around you right now—life for many people. Easy now, you have nothing to fear; I'll take care of you and your children." He reassured them, speaking with them heart-to-heart."

The thing that these very two precious girls did not understand at the time was that they were actually prophesying about the Bible School that I would be going to this fall! Glory to God! And the school is about 200 or so people. SO the school is a Small Bible College-so what these two girls intended to say to crush me with their words,,,years down the road NOW in 2010, I can NOW see that had God intended ALL of this for HIS GOOD!

During my Senior year, I decided to start a Christian club. It was also titled: Pilgrim's Progress: Life is a Journey. The meetings were every Wednesday morning from 7:15-7:40. (I was always there by 7). It was based on leading people to Jesus and promoting purity. Kids would knock me down in the hallways, and they would push the books out of my arms, and they also chose to tear down many of the posters that I had taped around the school hallways. Several had chosen to write some very nasty and vulgar comments on the posters.

The very girls who were so cruel to me during my Sophomore and Junior years, and the girls who were on my Cross Country Team became more respectful to me. ! My heart's cry during high school was to be Jesus to the world. HE did SAY that in this life that we would experience heartache, pain, and trials; but to know that HE has OVERCOME the world!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine me without you w/lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB7iehGN8JE&feature=related

As long as stars shine down from heaven

And the rivers run into the sea

Til the end of time forever

You’re the only love I’ll need

In my life you’re all that matters

In my eyes the only truth I see

When my hopes and dreams have shattered

You’re the one that’s there for me

When I found you I was blessed

And I will never leave you, I need you

Chorus:

Imagine me without you

I’d be lost and so confused

I wouldn’t last a day, I’d be afraid

Without you there to see me through

Imagine me without you

Lord, you know it’s just impossible

Because of you, it’s all brand new

My life is now worthwhile

I can’t imagine me without you

When you caught me I was falling

You’re love lifted me back on my feet

It was like you heard me calling

And you rush to set me free

When I found you I was blessed

And I will never leave you, I need you

Chorus

When I found you I was blessed

And I will never leave you, I need you oh

Chorus

I can’t imagine me without you

Friends, God has never promised us that in this life that we would have it EASY-but to know that He would always be with us. That He would never leave our side. But that He would always be with us. That He would never leave US, and nor would He ever forsake US! You are so loved by HIM!

At the end of my Senior year, I was taking a class that dealt with alot of research work, and at the end of the semester everyone had to give a presentation on the topic of their choice. I chose to use my platform on Abstinence. The presentation was about thirty-five minutes. The thing that I thought was rather strange was the fact that when I began to address the group,the room was very cool. One of the things that I spoke about was the fact that there is no condom or birth control pill that can guarantee you that will not have a broken heart in the end. There are so many PRECIOUS girls that choose to give themselves away, and the very next morning they discover that they are alone. I also talked about the beautiful and redeeming truth that Jesus can give anyone a second chance in that area in their life if they choose to ask HIM for it. And that it is not too late. For a BRIEF second, and many of the girls began to tear up---but within a short time; their eyes became hard again. And SUDDENLY the room became very hot. When I finished giving the presentation, everyone said that they hated me. When I walked into the girls bathroom, all of the girls from my research class were standing in a corner talking about me, and asked if I wanted to join them. I turned...and walked away.

**Throughout my high school career, I had received two nicknames-that spoke about my stance on Purity. One of the nicknames was "Prude" and the other one was "Mom". There is a story that goes along with the reason why I was called "mom"-I was always telling guys to grow up, to not look at girlie magazines, and to start treating girls with the utmost honor, dignity, and also RESPECT. And because of this, many times as I would be walking down the school hallway to my locker-the area was known as the "Senior Hallway"...as I was making my way there, the guys would part a line in the hallway-which reminded me of the time in the Bible when Moses had used the Staff that God given to him when he had parted the Red Sea.

In the time during our senior awards-it was also the time when our class was preparing for the graduation process. Our student President was calling students up to receive their various awards that the other students in our grade had voted on..."most athletic, most popular, best class smile." It was during that time, when one of the guys stood up and had this to say, "If any guy ever tries to ask Jessica Farnam out; she will deny him so fast that he won't know what hit him."

***During the whole summer after my graduation, no one called me. The one thing that Jesus kept on showing me that I was in the desert period--and during that difficult and trying season; it was a time of preparation for something great! Genesis 50:20 (The Message)

19-21 Joseph replied, "Don't be afraid. Do I act for God? Don't you see, you planned evil against me but God used those same plans for my good, as you see all around you right now—life for many people. Easy now, you have nothing to fear; I'll take care of you and your children." He reassured them, speaking with them heart-to-heart."

I want you to know that no matter how hard your life may seem to be at the time, God's desire is for us to be remembering HIS Promises....about 5-8 years ago I would have had no idea that I would be writing each of you the many parts of the story and also the journey of my life...and also the fact that the very thing that these very two precious girls had spoken negatively to my heart about years ago, that God would be pivot-ally using for his glory to be launching me into a Bible School where my heart will be used to be speaking to and also praying with the very age group that had caused me to vow at one point in my life that I would never again want to step foot in a public high school ever again. Working and also being used by HIS everlasting eternal glories in the Ministries of Love and also of Reconciliation. One beautiful thing that I am remembering even right now is this, now about five years ago-one of the girls who had been so very cruel to me and then who had became a dear friend, had said this to me the morning of our senior lock-in party that was hosted at the Middle School at around 6:30 a.m. in the morning, with tears in her eyes she had said this to me,"Jessica, Please promise me...don't ever change."

I have cared deeply for my classmates for years, and even though our opinions have been different--through the test of time--they know that I care about them. When people have deeply hurt us in the past; are we going to be harsh and cruel back to them, or are we going to try to make a difference in their lives and love them like Jesus loves them?

~Remember, that SOMETIMES hurting people HURT people; and what they REALLY NEED IS....UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!

This song that has been written and sung by Avalon....is also my story of what God has done in my life. I can't live a day without HIM. So as you are listening to the Words of the this song....just allow HIM to simply love on you and for you to know that there is absolutely NOTHING greater in this entire world than JESUS. SO remember, the next time you feel like giving up, giving up all hope, and when everything seems black...that there is no more life inside of you...remember that JESUS has never given up on you....but HE has always been there...loving you and simply cheering you on. Telling you that you can make it...that you can do it and stay strong no matter how hard the the things, circumstances, or situations may be...He will always there by your side. HE is THE greatest and best friend that you and I will ever have. Oh my Dear friends, remember, we are the reason why He gave us HIS life-because He loved us so much that He didn't want to spend eternity in HEAVEN without us. This song...is my song, but it can also be yours too. Just simply allow HIM to love on you and to show you how much HE always loved you. That it doesn't matter what you've done, where you've been, or what you've seen. JESUS LOVES YOU AND HE HAS SUCH A GREAT PLAN AND A PURPOSE FOR YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU ARE CHERISHED AND ARE CHOSEN BY AND FOR HIM FOR HIS GLORY AND FOR HIS HEART! YOU ARE HIS REST IN HIS LOVE FOREVER AND ALWAYS....REST THERE IN HIS LOVE AND IN HIS EVERLASTING PRESENCE. FOR REMEMBER, HE CARES FOR YOU...AND LOVES YOU SO VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH!

If you are one who has never even known or has never even received the Father's love and this message has been speaking to not only your heart but also to your spiritman this entire time and you want to receive and to also know the Father's love personally-not just hearing about this man who is called Jesus, but that He suddenly is NOW becoming your everything and lives and also abides on the inside of your heart. That there is such a peace in your heart about knowing that YES you do have everlasting eternal life... Philippians 4:7 that truly does surpass all understanding.

God's desire is to see the lost, the hurting, and the broken hearts of this nation and around this world BE totally set FREE by HIS love.

Yes, the pressures of this day can be tough. The enemy wants nothing more than to destroy our very dreams, our lives, who we are, and it all begins is with causing us to question-to doubt-to ponder-to contradict who God has called us to be, that did God really make us special?

There are many of you WHO even right now are saying this to God, 'But you don't even know me, what about the situation where I have been? Huh? what about the great big party scene that is soo hot.where..all of my friends are there? Did you see that I was pushed around, didn't you see me with one two many swigs of beers? didn't you see me messin around with all of the guys and the girls? Didn't you see me wasting my life away? Where were you when my life was so messed up. when I was crying my eyes out. What has your religion-your love ever done for me. I mean ya sure I have seen those Jesus thumpers. Those who claim to know so much about you and your 'amazing love' why would you even want me? i mean after ALL that i have done. After all of the cussin the I said and all of those things that I swore up and down. What about when my old man used to beat me so many nights and what about my old lady who was so high as the sky that she didn't even know what the next day was? Where were you huh when I was abused? Why do you even care? I mean I have been wanting love-but I guess I have been looking for it in all of the wrong places. I have always wanted to know that there is someone who would never leave me or ever forsake me. But then again, I see those Christians those people who tell me that you Jesus have changed their life...I see the love of God I guess that's what it is. I see so much bright light in their eyes and in their entire countenance. They come to work with all smiles even when everyone else is having a bad day...I mean what gives...I don't understand it. I mean sure I try to act all cool and tough on the outside ...but deep down i mean man...I'm dying on the inside....I want to know that peace that they are talkin about that you are offerin to ME. that your love is real. And that it will take all of my problemz away that you will change me. With your amazing blood. But then again, when I am around those who say that they are yours and belong to you..I feel so much LOVE. Far more than I ever had when I was getting high-getting drunk or having fun at a party. Jesus, if you are real. than I want to know you. I want to know your love. I am tired of always trying to be cool-and then coming back home to my room and feeling totally empty on the inside so totally wasted and deflated. Jesus I want to know you. I want you to be my very everything.'

And the enemy of our souls has been trying to use the lies of the voices of those people who are all around us...that are trying plant in little seeds of doubt. Just as the way as God plants little mustard seeds of hope and of light Matt. 13:31,32; Mark 4:30-32; Luke 13:18,19, so in the same way the enemy is trying to sow in seeds of discord and disunity among/amongst the brethren! And even now, young people and adults alike God is offering you hope right now. And this hope cannot be FOUND in the methods or in the means of this life of this world....but it CAN only be found through the blood and the love of Jesus.

And if this is you today, you need a hope, and a friend who will never let you down.

Call on Jesus right now. IN God's Word He tells in Romans 10:9-13 that if you confess with your mouth and if you believe in your heart that Jesus Christ is Lord and that God raised Him from the dead than you shall be saved!

Then Pray this Prayer with me right now,

Jesus,

I just want to thank you so very much for dying for ME on the cross. Thank you so much for your love and also for the sacrifice that you have made just for me-just for me knowing that even if I was the only one that was on this earth that you still would have came and died just for me. Jesus please come into my heart and thank you so much for writing and recording my Name down in the Lamb's Book of Life. Thank you Father God so much for your love and for sending your precious Son down to this earth to save me from my sins and to redeem me! Thank you so much Father God. Thank you. Love your Child.

Romans 10:9-13

My dear friend, the prayer that you just prayed, is not only a prayer but it is ALSO a declaration of Making Jesus being the Lord and Savior of your life and of also being your King.

For you see,that when you prayed that prayer, your heart has been wiped clean. All of those things that you have done wrong in the past-He has forever wiped away forever clean by HIS blood that He has shed for YOU on that cross. And the peace that you are going to be feeling in your heart-is one that no one or not even ANYONE in this world can begin to compare to the peace that He shall bring to your heart through HIS love EVEN RIGHT NOW.

Now, please go and tell everyone, all of your friends, your neighbors, those who are dear to you, AND everyone about what our Dear Lord and Savior Jesus has Just done for you!

Get ready to see God truly do such a deep change not only in your life, but also in that of the lives that are living and are around you. They will see the change that has not only taken place in your life-but they will also see the reason. They will also be able to begin to see the Father's love in your eyes. And the peace that also will be exhibiting so much in your life!

Welcome into the Family of God my dear friend, welcome!

Also, get ready to see the changed lives that are about take PLACE ALL around you. For you see, when you begin to share with others what Jesus has just done for you in your life this is also a part of your testimony...and the story of what you can share with others. This is A part of your battle cry, and of God is calling you out to now go and to Choose to go and make a stand and also a difference for HIM in this nation and also all around the four corners of this earth/world-showing others HIS love. And of the change that HAS taken place in your life!

You will be glad that you did...so glad that you did!

God bless you as you continue embark with me and so many others of us as we continue to press even deeper into Father God's Side and telling others-so many others about what God has just done and will continue doing in EACH and EVERY ONE of our Lives!

God bless you always,

Jessica

Can't Live A Day - Avalon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGCQnwn2hIQ

I could live life alone

And never feel the longings of my heart

The healing warmth of someone's arms

And I could live without dreams

And never know the thrill of what could be

With every star so far and out of reach

I could live with many things

And I could carry, but...I couldn't face my life tomorrow

Without Your hope in my heart I know

I can't live a day without You

Lord, there's no night and there's now morning

Without Your loving arms to hold me

You're the heartbeat of all I do

I can't live a day without you

I could travel the world

See all the wonders beautiful to me

They'd only make me think of You

And I could have all life offers

Riches that were far beyond compare

To grant my wish without a care

Oh, I could do anything

And I could carry on, oh yes

But if you weren't in at all...

Jesus, I live because You live

You're like the air I breathe

Oh Jesus, oh, I have because You give

You're everything to me Oh...

Mercy Seat

by Vicki Yohe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ7BFCOowzE&feature=PlayList&p=3DCC273D1C1788B8&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=5

In the darkness

Where everything is unknown

I face the power of sin on my own

I did not know of a place I could go

Where I could find a way to

Heal my wounded soul.

He said that I could come into

His presence without fear

Into the Holy Place where

His mercy hovers near

I'm runnin' I'm runnin'

I'm runnin' to the mercy seat

Where Jesus is callin' he said

His grace would cover me

His blood will flow freely

It will provide the healin'

Come runnin' to the mercy seat

I'm runnin; to the mercy seat.

Are you livin' where hope has not been?

You're lost in the curse of a

Lifetime of sin

Lovely illusions they never

Come true I know where there's a place

Of mercy for you

He said that you could come into his

Presence without fear

Into this Holy Place

Where his presence hovers near.

Come runnin' come runnin'

Come runnin' to the mercy seat

Where Jesus is callin' He said his

Grace would cover you. His blood

Will flow freely it will provide the healin'

Come runnin' to the mercy seat

I'm runnin' to the mercy seat

He said that you could come into His presence

Without fear into the holy place

Where His mercy hovers near

[electricbluebutterflies]

JessLeto + kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for even just a second, you’ll lose them

Still in the canon-divergent 'verse / motivation is what it is y'all. PG-ish and also on ao3.

This is real. This is… real.

Jessica is getting a little sick of existential crises, but at least most of them she could brace for just the slightest bit in advance, whereas this one…

It has been days. It has been long enough for her to reacclimate. It’s not that simple.

She still holds sadness in the deep places of her heart, six months of mourning, six months of not being sure who she was because almost everything she’d once had was taken from her so suddenly and her little plans had never involved that and-

It doesn’t matter now. Did it ever? How quickly she makes things about herself, how much that goes against her programming, how easily-

They are safe and left alone, she reminds herself. They are safe and left alone because no one here understands the extent of her abilities. Some things never change.

For now there is this, there is them, there is another body acclimating to the spaces she’s cultivated, there is-

“At what point do we re-become what we were?”

Never, she wants to say. She has changed, and nothing could highlight her changes quite like being thrown against someone who knew her before and-

No. This is unfair to her lover, unfair to the only person who might ever see that the deepest parts of her heart remain as he had once shaped them. She had freely given that power once, let herself shape around his desires because at least there was warmth and adoration there, and then…

They can never go back to what they were, not fully. The love is unchanged; the power dynamics, she thinks, may be a little harder to work out.

“What do you mean?” she asks, truly unsure what he means, restoration on an unknown scale and-

“You and I and the nature of-“

“Do you want to go back to that?”

She doesn’t, she knows that much. Always being sidelined, always taking two steps back voluntarily because it would look wrong if she acted like what she was, all the tiny domestic white lies just to stay functional and she hated all of it and she tolerated all of it because of what she still got in return and-

“A version of you that isn’t on the edge of… whatever you’re on the edge of right now, yes.”

Oh, like he gets to blame her for this. Like hell. Jessica is – in her mind she counts this on her fingers, currently physically curled up in the hem of her headscarf – heavily pregnant, in an environment she had absolutely planned to avoid because her plan seven months ago had been to get off this planet as quickly as possible and look how well that worked, barely speaking to her older child who is apparently a little less forgiving of accidental communication issues than both nature and nurture would suggest, still not entirely sure how the whole ascension thing works, far more of a public figure than she ever wanted to be, and all of that happened before the love of her life decided to come back from the dead and once again complicate her life above all else. She has every right to be a bit of a mess right now, and no desire to hide it from her partner, and-

“Has it occurred to you that I may have always been like this? That I may have chosen to keep parts of myself from you?”

“Yes, but you show them now and-“

She is not discussing her emotions. Not now. Not with him. Not-

Oh, the bad habits are all coming back at once, she thinks as she clears their distance and takes a kiss. Soft, at least, not with teeth sharp like she used to do when she was in a mood, not-

“You are-“

“Don’t talk. Please.”

Let her have this, she wants to say and won’t. Let her take feather-light kisses because that reminds her that all of this is real not just a vivid dream, let her-

“May I?”

Her partner’s fingertips on the edge of her scarf, and new habits become new complications, and-

“With caution,” she murmurs.

“So, fully expect to get stabbed with a hairpin or five.”

“Not attached to this one,” Jessica laughs. “But this is barely our normal-“

“You could say no.”

“I’ve already gotten on top of you, if you think I’ve developed physical boundaries now…”

“Can’t rule anything out…”

This is why she loves him, she thinks, this respect and caution that may not have been formed under ideal circumstances but they are beautiful now, never sure of her limits but always sure of her heart and she could never want anything more and-

“It still doesn’t feel… I still worry I’ll wake and-“

“Your dreams would give you this comfort?”

“The memory of the love of you, yes. The circumstances… are less likely, but-“

She is unsure which of them takes the next kiss, or the one after, or-

They will have more of this, she decides. There are a few advantages to their current situation, above all the openness of it, no more delicate maneuvering just… this is the man she has loved for a long time, and there is no advantage to pretending otherwise, and-

If this is what it takes to give her everything she wants, so be it.

[venoms-marvel]

Carol's New Addiction (Ch2)

Read on AO3

Jessica yelped with delight as Venom lifted her by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around their waist as Venom began to tease her nipples with their tongue. “It was hot as hell watching you change. I couldn’t help but think you were messing with me when you told me how it worked.”

“Can’t just form a shell around Carol.” The symbiote explained. “She’s tougher than me. Have to bond on a cellular level.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Carol, not in the mood for exobiological lectures, pushed Jess up against the wall, freeing one of their hands to begin rubbing Jess’s mound. “We have been picturing this moment for months.” Her hunger, expressed through Venom’s gaping maw and deep voice, sent a thrill up Jess’s spine.

“Ditto. But not here, let’s do this right.” Jess leaned in and whispered into their ear. “My room. Now. Yours is a landfill. Here—I’ll make it up for you.” Spider-Woman flipped around on Venom’s frame and wrapped her lips around their cock. Venom grunted their assent and appreciation as they rushed out of the locker room. Jess reached out and snagged a couple towels as they passed through the door.

Jess wriggled her butt up away from Venom’s chest, presenting her own entrance for Venom. The symbiote didn’t need any more prompting—it was well versed, both with hosts past and on Carol herself. It expertly snaked their tongue into Jess’s entrance while Carol focused on navigating their hulking body through the hallways of the Mansion, praying not to run into any of their teammates.

“Mmm! Anybody ever tell you you taste of liquorice?” Jess tried to ask Venom, but with her mouth still full Venom didn’t understand a word. She had a private laugh to herself and continued sucking.

As Carol turned the corner to the hallway dorms, their luck ran out. They plowed straight into She-Hulk, barely managing to stay on their feet. “Wha-Hey! It finally happened!” Jen laughed, then gave a double thumbs up and pressed herself against the wall to make way. “You two skipping out on the debrief, then?”

“Us three!” The symbiote corrected her as they hurried past. Jess flipped Jen the bird with her left hand and continued fondling Venom’s sack with her right.

“Your code, babe.” Carol prompted. Jess lifted herself away from Venom’s body and keyed in her room code. Jess ripped the door open and flung herself onto the bed. Venom kicked the door and it slammed shut behind them as they joined her.

Carol threw herself into Jess, too ready to be ceremonious about her first real use of her dick. Jess gasped and winced as Carol bottomed out inside her. “You can’t fit that whole thing—be careful!” Jess was annoyed, yes, but strangely comforted by it. She might be Venom now, but Carol was still Carol, doing Carol things.

“Not a problem.” The symbiote answered, and Venom’s length retracted until the three of them fit perfectly. Carol thrust a couple more times, sheepishly, feeling their balls slap gently against Jess’s taint at the end of their travel. Satisfied, Venom grinned and steadied themself. “Ready?”

“God, yes.” Jess wrapped her legs once again around Venom’s hips. Venom obliged, thrusting with a fierce rhythm that would’ve buckled any non-Avengers Mansion bed. Carol looked upon Jess, listening to her soft moans and watching the soft curves of her body bouncing just like she had imagined. Instead it was her dick, put to its purpose, that surprised her. Its throbbing was unlike anything she had felt jerking off by themselves. The symbiote was holding its eruption back while Carol used their muscles to pump it in and out, and she was glad to have an experienced copilot.

Jess held on, being fucked harder than she had ever even thought possible. She ran her hands over Venom’s flexing muscles, marveling at their firmness. She had imagined them having some give, like goo, but they were as rock hard as their member. She glanced at Carol’s lightning bolt emblazoned upon Venom’s chiseled torso, jerking with every thrust, and let out a cry of ecstasy. “Oh, Car—! Oh, Venom! I’m close!”

As the pulsing pleasure in her penis was approaching its own climax, Carol felt a buzzing in her head. Familiar. Nostalgic. Painful. Her Seventh Sense. Not now! What could possibly be so important?! Carol fought through the building migraine, thrusting with renewed purpose, desperate to finish before the precognitive vision robbed her of this mo-ment.

“Ohh! I’m—I’m—!” Words left Jessica. She cried out again and her entire body tensed, her legs squeezed hard and her fingers dug into Venom’s back. Involuntarily-released aphrodisiac pheromones swept over Venom. Carol’s migraine peaked, and the vision overwhelmed her senses—

Bright fluorescing lights. Soft beeping of machines. Harsh scent of antiseptics. She was in a hospital room. Jess sat up in the bed, groaned, and put a hand to her head. The door to the room opened and an alien wheeled in a small tray. “Sounds like momma’s finally awake. And I’ll just bet she needs some baby boy snuggles.” Jess looked to the nurse, pleading with her eyes. “Is he … good?” The nurse smiled and handed the baby to Jess. “Ten human fingers. Ten human toes. And just as healthy as all get-out.” Jess’s sigh of relief was nine months of pent-up anxiety leaving her body. She placed a gentle kiss on her son’s forehead. Jess lifted her gaze over her son and looked at Venom. “Would you two stop pretending to be asleep? Get over here and meet our baby.”

Carol’s senses rejoined the symbiote’s just in time to feel their own shared orgasm hit. The symbiote roared, shaking the room. Carol herself let out a bestial grunt seeing Jess’s look of utter bliss as Carol’s cock began its pumping spasms, filling Jess with their cum. Emptying their massive balls took what seemed like forever—Jess, for her part, kept her legs locked tight around their hips, bracing against the force of Venom’s ejaculations. Jets of semen overflowed and sprayed out from their seam, painting their lower halves and drenching Jess’s sheets with their combined fluids.

The moment of threefold shared release crested, then fell away, replaced with speechless heaving breaths. A wayward drop of semen from the ceiling fell on Jess’s shoulder and snapped them out of the afterglow trance. Venom collected themselves, extracting their length from Jess. She reached for the towels, as inadequate for the task as they were, and broke the silence. “Bloody hell, you two. You didn’t tell me you had a pressure washer for a dick.”

All three laughed, then set about doing their best cleaning themselves. Venom threw the drenched sheets against the wall, and Jess threw the towels to join them. They ended up back on the bed, peacefully spooning together, Venom’s arms around Jess’s waist.

“So, you turned early. Before the debrief, even. Have you two been thinking about pulling a Jen?”

“Pulling a Jen?”

“A She-Hulk. You know, becoming Venom full-time.” Jess stroked Venom’s cheek, comforting. “You’ve been spending more and more time as him.”

Carol snapped back to the present, feeling her bondmate’s curiosity as well. She had been lost in thought, wondering if she should tell the two of them about her vision. She’d have to figure that out later.

“The thought had occurred to us,” Venom said after a pause. “Tony’s marketing department might kill us if we tried, though.”

Deflecting with a joke. Yep, still her Carol. Jess shrugged and leaned back to kiss them on the cheek. “Well, no matter what, I love you two.”

Venom tightened their hug, returned the kiss, and answered in unison. “We love you too.”