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Can you draw more heavymedic stuff? you are like genuinely my favorite artist ever, and I really like how you draw those two! If you're busy, can't, or don't want to draw that, you don't have to! But yeah, I love your art so much!!! <3

Hello! AHHHH Thank you so much! Here is a HeavyMedic sketch that I drew today!

Thank you so much again and I'm sorry for the late reply!😭

[mingi-s-dimples]

dinner table - mingi

pairing: mingi x fem reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, smut (filth), non idol au

summary: Mingi invited you over after your date so you can spend more time together.

WC: 2k

warnings: non idol au, bf!mingi, oral (f receiving), eating out, cumplay, cumming. cum eating, cunnilingus, established relationship. unprotected (wrap up IRL), completely consensual, fingering, big dick!mingi (obvi), overstim, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds implied, squirting unedited (will def edit the formatting later), for sure forgot sth.

Author's Note: This one took me so long I'm so so sorry 😭😭😭 I started school again and I'm getting a loooot busier than usual so I'll try to post as often as possible but the minimum I can do is one fic per week AHHHH 😞 I loved writing it man 😇 It's delicious (to me)

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & doest not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The crisp autumn air greeted you as you stepped out of your apartment, its coolness invigorating as it brushed against your cheeks. The world around was painted in rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson, the trees standing like sentinels of the season, their leaves fluttering gently to the ground. Every step you took crunched against the scattered leaves, the sound a soft reminder of the season's embrace. Today was a day you had been anticipating with a mix of excitement and nervous energy—your first ever official date with Mingi, your boyfriend. You've been hooking up with him for a while, but you just officialised it some weeks ago.

The two of you had decided to meet at a cozy little café tucked away in the heart of the park, a place that, with its warm atmosphere and large bay windows overlooking the tree-lined path, felt like the embodiment of autumn itself. As you walked along the winding trail, the scent of cinnamon and wood smoke filled the air, blending with the earthy aroma of the fallen leaves. The park was alive with the quiet bustle of couples and families enjoying the day, their laughter mingling with the rustle of the trees. It was the perfect setting, a backdrop that felt as if it had been painted just for this moment.

Your heart fluttered with every step closer to the café, the anticipation growing with each passing second. You spotted Mingi before he saw you, his tall figure unmistakable even from a distance. He was leaning casually against the doorframe, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. The soft, golden light of the late afternoon sun framed him in a way that made him seem almost ethereal, like a figure from a dream. His dark hair ruffled slightly in the breeze, and when he looked up and your eyes met, a warm smile spread across his face, instantly melting away the last traces of my nervousness.

You felt a wave of calm wash over you as you approached him, the world around the two of you narrowing until it felt like it was just you and him in that moment. Mingi stepped forward to greet you, his smile widening as he reached out and took your hand, his touch warm against the coolness of the day.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the autumn hues around us. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you took in the sight of him. He looked effortlessly handsome, his coat hugging his broad shoulders, the color of the fabric harmonizing perfectly with the vibrant scenery around.

You stepped into the café together, the bell above the door chiming softly as you entered. The interior was cosy and inviting, with wooden beams overhead and a fireplace crackling in the corner, casting a warm glow across the room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, and he found a spot by the window, where you could watch the leaves fall outside as you sipped from the drinks he ordered.

As you settled into the seats, the initial nerves you had felt earlier faded entirely, replaced by a comfortable warmth that spread through you as he began to talk. Mingi's laughter was infectious, and soon you were sharing stories, the conversation flowing effortlessly. The more he talked, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his company, his easygoing nature, a perfect complement to the serene atmosphere around.

Outside, the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park and painting the world in deeper shades of orange and red. The day felt like a beautiful, slow unfolding, each moment with Mingi more meaningful than the last. The warmth of the café, the crispness of the autumn air, and the simple joy of being with someone who made you feel so at ease—everything felt just right, as if the world had conspired to make this first date something special, something to remember.

As the evening drew closer, the two of you decided to take a walk through the park, hand in hand. The path was lined with trees whose branches arched overhead, creating a tunnel of golden leaves that crunched underfoot. The air was cool, but with Mingi by your side, it felt perfect, each step took together affirming the connection you were beginning to build.

There was some kind of magic in the air, something unspoken yet understood between the two of you, walking in comfortable silence. The day had been everything you could have hoped for and more, a perfect beginning to what felt like the start of something truly special. As you paused by the edge of the pond, watching the reflection of the fiery sky ripple across the water, you knew that this was a moment I would hold onto for a long time—a perfect first date, wrapped in the beauty of autumn and the warmth of newfound affection.

"H-hey so... I know we haven't been together for long but.."

"Hm?" you said, confused.

"You know that when we were hooking up, you came over at my house multiple times to play my favourite video game with me but... would you maybe want to spend the night... with me? I enjoyed spending time with you today, for this first date. I absolutely loved it", Mingi said, taking your hands into his, rubbing to warm them up.

"Y-yes, babe. Why not? We can watch a movie or something" you said, embracing his broat yet comforting body.

"Okay then, let's go" he murmured and held your hand, walking side by side.

*several minutes later, arriving at his apartment*

"Oh, let me" he said, taking off your coat. "Make yourself at home. In case you'd like some snacks, you know where to find them. I'll get us something to drink and I'll turn on whatever movie we haven't seen." he said and got his flip flops on, stepping onto the dark coloured rug in his living room. "Do you have any preference?" you heard him from the kitchen. "Nooo! Choose whatever!" you shouted back. You took out some random snacks and cookies from the cupboard and went back in the living room, taking a seat next to Mingi.

"I put on some kind of romance, I think we've seen it already but I didn't invite you here to watch a movie, necessarily. I wanna spend time with you. Wanna cuddle, maybe... while watching said movie, hm?" he said, embracing you.

"Yup, sounds good. Here, take some cookies, I just got em from your cupboard" you said, giggling, taking one of the cookies out and bringing it up to his lips. He took a bite and smiled at you, his right hand carresing your thigh.

"So... Mingi, babe. How do you feel about the fact that, after weeks, even months of hooking up.. we finally officialised our relationship?" you asked, looking him in the eyes.

"I was.. shy at first, to be honest with you. Like, we've made out in the past and all but the intimacy we later had because of this relationship was top tier. I don't know, I felt really positive about it." Mingi said, confidently.

*about two hours later, still cuddling up with Mingi on the couch, feeling a tad sleepy right as the movie ends, because he carresed your back the whole time*

"Sweetie, are you asleep?" Mingi said, softly.

"N-no, I was just staying still for a moment, why?"

"D-do you remember how the movie started..?" he said, making you a little bit more attentive.

"Yes, what's with that?"

"You know.. I thought we could.. maybe recreate it?" he said, looking in your eyes, his gaze darkening upon seeing your outfit once again for the night.

Oh.

"Mingi, I-" you stuttered.

"It's totally fine if you don-" but you interrupted him by going in for a kiss, which he took as a 'yes'. He then basically jumped on you, like he has been waiting for this moment for an eternity. One of his hands on your waist and one on the nape of your neck, he was all over you.

"Y-know baby, I've been waiting for this moment for so long" he said, breaking the kiss. "You've always looked so good, damn. But I never dared touch you when we were hooking up. This little... almost fragile-like body of yours... I never dared to feel it.. afraid I might destroy it. But now... oh babe, I am not gonna hold myself back." his kisses going from your cheek to your neck, where he softly marked you.

"D-don't hold yourself back-ngh" you stuttered, already feeling heat pooling in your lace panties, as his right hand was finding it's way under your blouse, now resting on your bra, tugging at it softly.

He put one hand under your ass and one on your lower back, holding you close. You couldn't see where he was going, but you were sure of one thing. He wasn't gonna take it slow.

As he placed you on a table, which was in the living room, he stopped for a moment to look at you. He was eye-fucking you, literally.

"God damn, love." his right hand on your waist, the other one under your breast, holding you still, his thumb brushing over the nipple. "You look so fucking good, like this..." his left hand going to your bra, unbuckling it. "Are you sure you're all good with it?" he asked once more.

"Yes. Mingi, please-" you pleaded.

"I thought so." he said as his hand slid your blouse off, your nipples getting harder at the colder sensation, bare in front of him. He then took you off the table for a moment, helped you out of your jeans and panties. You were now completely naked in front of him, Mingi fully clothed. His hard erection straining against his jeans, you were standing in front of him, looking contently from his lips, where you wanted to plant a kiss, to his bulge, which you wanted to take care of. You tugged at his pants for a moment. He smirked at the sight, but he wasn't quite content with your decision, yet.

"Sweetie, you eat your dinner take out or at a restaurant, I eat mine on this table. Get on, now" Mingi said an tapped the table. You did as he said, of course, and in a second he softly pushed you on your back, being careful about your head hitting the hard wood. He dragged you almost to the rim of the table, to which he halfway kneeled in front of you.

"Oh- my god" you said as he tightened his grip on your thighs, keeping you still.

"Spread out, babe. Don't be shy, I wanna see and eat every part of you" the tall man whispered. He left a trail of kisses on your thighs and without warning, his right hand went right between your legs. You lightly flinched at his touch, two of his fingers rubbing your wet folds. His fingers were soflty fondling with your cunt, his kisses getting dangerously closer.

"Stay. Still" Mingi said and started eating you out, his tongue hitting all your sweet spots. You started squirming under him, but he had a death grip on your thighs which you thought it would for sure leave marks later. His sharp and perfect nose hit your clit numerous times, sending shivers down your spine. Nails digging in your hips, his tongue traveling your body in ways you never thought you'd get explored.

"N-this feels so good-" you murmured. When he hears those words, the rytym of his tongue got faster and steadier, sending you over the edge. It didn't take long for the heat in your belly to appear and with a few more nibbing at your clit, the knot that formed in your belly unfolded and you came, some strings of silky white liquid dripping on the man's chin as he stood up.

"You taste so good... But I'm not done with you" Mingi said and took his clothes off, leaving only his briefs on. You softly gasped at his size, the girth and length for sure being way more than you could take (your fingers or the vibrator you bought a while ago whatsoever). His right hand went to your neck without warning and pushed you on the table again, laying flat on the surface, while his left hand brought your legs over his hips, lining his cock right to your hole. You were basically already all prepped up from him eating you out so he pushed himself in without warning, getting a loud moan out of your softly rising chest. He stood like that for a moment then started rapidly pounding you, the dining table moving under your weight and his power.

"You look so hot, babe. All flushed for me" he said and bottomed down, your cheeks indeed being rosy red and your forehead sweaty, your head dizzy and your legs trembling. He was still going at it and you could already feel the total opposite sensation you usually feel and that was... your body being overstimulated and overwhelmed by all that's happening. He couldn't care less tho, he had and wanted to take care of his own erection, to which he was ramming into you with a lot of power and steadiness.

Though, he was getting closer and closer. A quiet string of curses was leaving his lips, hips snapping against your pelvis, your legs bringing him closer and locking him inside you. He took that action as a free pass to finish in your cunt and did so, the feeling of being filled all up by your one and only man sending you over the edge and another knot in your belly unveiling... this time you squirted all over you and him, his face forming into a pleased smirk at the view. He fucked you through his orgasm and slowed down.

""Cmon up, easy" Mingi said and helped you stand up on your own, legs trembling and head dizzy. He looked at you contently and hugged you, giving you soft kisses. The closure he showed and gave you right after he was inches deep inside your cunt warmed your body up, cuddling against his bare skin.

"Let's get you washed up. How... was it?" he softly said and guided you to the bathroom.

"I have no words... it was fucking amazing!" you said.

"Up for a 2nd round?" Mingi winked flirtously at the shower.

"Mingi!"

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Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

Ahhhh!! Days!! Love you too and love the idea of spreading self-love! It's so hard for me to do lately... I feel like everything I write is blah.

I've wanted to share WIPs because they're fun... but it goes against my desire to dump out completely finished work so I kept holding back... but a part of me thinks I need some feedback/advice for this specific WIP? Like... if people have opinions on how they'd like the fic to end, I'm all ears because I'm afraid my current direction doesn't have the oomph I'm after. (I know that's not the point of you asking me about WIPS... but I do love what I have so far)

Here's a snippet of my WIP 'A Thousand Papercuts' (Midway into chapter 1)

Hinata made sure to contact Akane’s desk before she swung by the office. Hinata knew she did everything right, and even got a text from her husband five minutes before she arrived on his floor that proved he wasn’t in a crucial meeting. She made sure to properly greet Akane at her desk to ‘check in’.

“Thank you for calling in advance!” Akane said, looking much more pleasant and not a hint of annoyance in her tone. “I know it’s a hassle just to see your own husband, but I really do appreciate when things are done in an orderly fashion. Shall we?” 

“Yes.” Hinata nodded, “Oh, and this is just a small offering for all the hard-workers here.” she passed over the large paper bag she filled with homemade cookies. She had done so every once in a while, and Naruto had always said how grateful the staff was. “As a token of the Uzumaki-family’s gratitude.”

Akane made a noise of pleasure, accepting the gift and peeking inside. “You shouldn’t have! Wow! I’ll be sure to pass them out.” but the way she tossed the bag a little roughly on her desk made Hinata finally pause and give her a long and scrutinizing look.

Akane must have noticed because she immediately back-tracked.

“Sorry, I’m a little heavy handed today–was it breakable?”

“N-no…”

“Please accept my apologies!”

Wordlessly, Hinata nodded. Akane shot her a shrug and a smile.

And that’s when Hinata’s dislike for the woman finally cemented in her heart. All of her previous interactions with the woman, to whom she gave generous excuses for her rudeness, suddenly made a lot more sense.

Akane was purposefully snubbing her. Hinata squared her shoulders, remembering the handful of times this had happened in the past with other bullies while she was still attending the Academy.

“This way.” Akane then flashed her a smug smile, a smile that expressed Akane’s mutual dislike of Hinata. 

“I don’t mean to take time out of your day.” Hinata said, cautiously. Once she realized what kind of person Akane was, she knew it made the most sense to distance herself from Akane as soon as possible. “I know the way to his office, thank you.” She didn’t wait for a reply this time and walked her way to Naruto’s door, but felt Akane’s quickened footsteps following after her.

When Hinata got to Naruto’s office, Naruto’s looked like he was trying to desperately fight sleep while holding a dry electric razor to his face. He quickly shoved the razor under his desk, before relaxing, and seeing it was Hinata. His sheepish, boyish grin made Hinata’s heart ache.

“Oh Hinata!” Naruto got up from his desk. As he cheerfully waved, Akane squeezed past Hinata and entered his office first. She waved as if he was waving to her this whole time. 

Hinata had just been pondering ‘why?’ the short time it took to walk over to Naruto’s office. Why was Akane being so rude? Why did Akane want to be openly rude to the Hokage’s wife? What benefits her for doing such a thing? 

But Akane happily presented Hinata with the obvious reason right away. 

Her voice turned to honey as she addressed Hinata’s husband, “Hokage-sama, I know it’s poor timing on my part, but I need you to stamp a few things?”

“Just put it on my desk,” Naruto said distractedly, waving her off. It didn’t surprise Hinata to see that Naruto didn’t even spare her a second glance. He was just as dense as she was to the come-ons of the opposite sex, or he had no interest in flirty coworkers. He comically craned his neck to keep his eye contact with Hinata even as Akane stood directly in front of him to try to block his view. “Hinata, you got a moment to chat?”

“Of course,” Hinata switched out the duffle bag she was carrying to one she spotted conveniently placed near the far left corner of the room. 

“Yeah, it’s about Boruto and this ‘rebellious’ stage of his–” Naruto said, rubbing the base of his neck and grumbling. That’s when he did a double-take, noticing Akane was still in the room, and frowned.

Hinata took this time to observe how her husband dealt with Akane. 

Naruto calmly waited for Akane to place some files on his desk. Akane was being deliberately slow, placing each piece of paper on the desk as if it was made of fine porcelain. Naruto lost his patience by the ten-second mark. 

Naruto cleared his throat. 

Akane looked up from her task as if snapped from a daze.

“I’d like to talk privately with my wife,” Naruto announced, pointing in the direction of the door. “Today. Now.”

“O-oh! Sorry Hokage-sama, after last night’s long meeting…” she placed a dainty wrist over her mouth to suppress a yawn. “I’m a little sleep-deprived.”

In any other circumstance, I’m sure this would be enough reason for a professional to let Akane linger and drag her feet out the door, but Naruto didn’t have the best manners himself.

“Well, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Naruto shrugged. “Shizune-nee-chan can take over from here. Go home.”

Akane looked flustered. “N-no! I’m really ok! I can still work!”

“It’s alright. We all see how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to catch up on some shut-eye.” Naruto assured her brusquely, practically pushing Akane out the door and shutting it without a second thought. “Ugh, surrounded by work-a-holics.” he joked right away as soon as he turned back toward Hinata. 

“Said one of the biggest work-a-holics I know.” Hinata teased. 

“Hey! It’s not just my fault! Nobody seems to want to stop and rest around here–I feel guilty every time I step out of the office!” Naruto whined. “Anyway, about Boruto…”

Naruto was back to rambling, and Hinata found herself not fully present. Much like Akane’s act to get herself to linger in Naruto’s presence, Hinata found her mind drifting on what a comical situation she was in.

She was now a wife worrying about her husband’s secretary. It was so cliche, and stupid. 

She hadn’t had to deal with a jealous fangirl in a while. Hinata wasn’t a fun opponent toward petty women; she had grown up around especially sharp-tongued female relatives at the Hyuuga compound. She knew vicious ladies usually got bored if their victims didn’t entertain them. So Hinata had learned the difficult task of growing a thicker skin and letting barbed words slide off her back.

This method thankfully helped her ward away most of Naruto’s fangirls. They’d move on to more exciting prey. Hinata knew Akane would realize this sooner or later and give up when she realized Naruto was too devoted to his Hokage title to think of much else. 

And Hinata would also have to limit the time she spent around Akane’s presence…

“Hinata..? You ok?”

Hinata blinked, realizing she was nodding when she was supposed to be saying something back.

“You want me to talk to Boruto about his behavior,” she asked, just picking up things from context. “I have your back. I’ll talk to him.”

“That’s the thing! Talking to him ain’t cutting it. And MY yelling isn’t getting through to him! Could you use one of the old ways to get Boruto to straighten up? Like…take one of his favorite toys away–or make him take a time out! He still gets time-outs, right?” Hinata gave him a scrutinizing look, wondering if he was serious, but Naruto snapped his fingers when the right word came to him, “Ground him! Can you ground him for me? I mean…” he then stomped over to the windows and pointed. “Look what he wrote on my face!!”

Hinata walked over to the window and peered up at the rock faces. She saw the awful words ‘shitty dad’ scrawled over Naruto’s stone face, and it only made her heartbreak. 

He misses you. Hinata wanted to say. He’s lashing out! Just like you did! Can’t you see that?

“I’ll handle Boruto.” Hinata heard herself say to her worked up husband. She smoothed a hand over the orange fabric covering his heart. “Don’t worry.”

(End for now)

Essentially, it's a fic that would be resolved very quickly if Hinata just went up to Naruto and told him to fire his pesky secretary...but see, I don't see Hinata really doing that? She'd want to be diplomatic and subtle. She wouldn't want to cause waves... until Akane goes after her kids. It needs a lot more work... But it's REALLY just a fun excuse writing an underhanded mean-girl (Akane) get her just-comeuppance.

And yes--there was an outline... but the more recent changes I made would go against that and I'm fine with it? Haven't re-written a new outline in months so this fic is FULLY in limbo right now. lol

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please tell me more about fat elliott

AHHHH!!! I'm so sorry for the late reply, sorry, I'm having a huge pause from all my socials bc of mental issues!! Pls forgive me ;___;

About fat Elliott: It seems to me that when you are sincerely immersed in writing and all your resources are spent on it, it is very easy to forget about the needs of your body (to be honest, this applies not only to writing, for example, I forget to eat when I draw and am too carried away by this activity) So, when he finally left the big city, in which he was uncomfortable leading his lifestyle, for some time he did not change his habits and forgot about eating. I also have a personal headcanon that being in an urban secular society that was filled with toxic fatphobia, he could deliberately starve, plus what I already described above. That is, yes, with the move from the city to the valley, a huge layer of toxic relationships left his life.

And of course the new neighbors were a little worried about him! Therefore, the cordiality and hospitality of the inhabitants of the valley gradually allowed Elliott to open up and begin to enjoy food, and a variety of food - from pumpkin pies to seafood. After all, if you don't have a toxic environment around you telling you what you should look like, it's much easier to learn to accept yourself. For example, Elliott thus discovered a real and sincere love for food, and therefore began to allow himself more, which affected his waistline.

But now this didn’t bother him much anymore, because, firstly, no one behaved fatphobically towards his new figure, and secondly, Elliott is one of those people for whom being overweight frankly suits him and adds charm and charisma.

[dutifullylazybread]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Ahhhh!!! Thank you so much for this!! 😭 This is such a wonderful ask! 💕💕💕

Full disclosure, I only have seven fics posted to Ao3, so the list is a bit sparse. I'm hoping to change this soon with a few lil smut pieces and some stories that I have cooking!

Deeply and Immovably So - [WIP] My Rolan x Tav long-fic. Most definitely one of the projects that I am the most proud of working on. It is a slow(er) burn than I am used to writing, but it has been so much fun to work on. I've gotten to really discover my writing style with this fic. 😊

At the Tail End of Things - [COMP] A Rolan x Tav smut!fic. I wanted to write something cute and domestic. Deeply and Immovably So can get really heavy at times, so to take a step back and just write some smut for the sake of writing smut makes me happy (though I am very sorry to the first 100 or so views who read this while there were some glaring errors I caught when I went back to edit!)

With You. At The Start. - [COMP] A Rolan x Tav fluff!fic written as a (very late) Valentine's day treat. I loved this one because I got to dig into the description and play with how spells are described and feel to the caster. Definitely a nice little treat for me.

Volo's Erotic Library - [Contributed a chapter][COMP] See, I don't want to tell you all which chapter I wrote, because I want everyone to read the collection and see how utterly cringey we all got while working on this (my one hint is that I cracked open a new pairing tag on Ao3... as did plenty of the other fics in this collection!). I loved contributing to this because it was fun to see how hard everyone could go. I wrote my chapter with the intention of just having fun and being ridiculous, and I accomplished exactly that!

A Quiet Homecoming - [COMP] This is the only non-BG3 fic on this list. This is my Vilkas x Dovahkiin smut!fic. This was also my very first forray into smut. So it's not perfect, but it is something that still makes me smile when I look back on it. Further down the line, I might write a ten-ish chaptered fic with this pairing, but that's a while out yet!

Thank you so much for this ask!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond! This was so fun though!! I'm going to (no pressure) tag @underdark-dreams @kimberbohwrites @lemonsrosesandlavender and whoever else would like to jump in! I'm not sure who has and hasn't done this yet, so if you have, no worries!! 💕

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Hey Art😊 I just finished mo dao zu shi after you suggested it and it was AMAZING!!! 😍

AHHHH!!!! Sorry for the very very very delayed reply. A lot of changes happening in my life lately. Or nope. Not really. I'm finally working back to the office so I'm making some adjustments. I still prefer working from home but there's nothing I can do about it. I so badly want to spend more time here on Tumblr but life's getting in the way. LOL

Anyway, sooooo glad you love it, too! I am also reading the webtoon because the anime was trying to downplay the BL in it. What with China's level of censorship and all. 🤭🤭 But the anime was nonetheless a good watch too! My best friend introduced the series to me before. But since it was a first for me to watch Chinese anime back then, I wasn't able to appreciate it. I was too caught up with the new language I am hearing. Then I gave it a try with the Japanese dub. But at that time, the entire series was not yet fully dubbed and I wanted to continue watching so I watched the original dub and just got used to it. So sorry I was blabbering too much! 😆😆

While we're talking about Chinese anime, you can also check Link Click! I promise you it's a masterpiece too. 😎😎

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Hello!! I'm late to the party but is your spideypool comics complete already? I remember seeing it a year ago on my fyp and being so hyped at the possibility of reading it! It's such good quality ahhhh, but now I'm struck with inability to find full version of it :(

Hello! I am sorry for late reply!

It depends, if you are talking about the #69 issue, it's not completed...sort of. I released two other comics (they are nsfw though so please check if you are okay with that) after that and working on third and it's all part of this story including 69 one. All my comic are on patr*on now only though, sorry 😔😔

[philomenie]

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Hitman! Jolly - Part 2

CN despair, grief, mafiatheme, violence, sexual tension, cheating, guilt, explosions, death +18

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EIGHT

Olivia blinks after her, her heart threatening to burst. FUCK, what was that all about? With trembling fingers, she unzips the dress and slips inside. The cool, heavy dupioni silk clings perfectly to Olivia's figure, flattering the tone of her skin and hair. As Olivia looks in the mirror, she suddenly feels a little more confident again. She tries to smile, tries to radiate self-assurance where there is currently only chaos.

After a while, she beams at her reflection in the mirror. Good, she thinks to herself, you won't break me and slips into the matching high heels, puts on discreet jewelry as requested by Donna Alessandra and goes to the door, knocking loudly on it. The door is unlocked and Olivia is confronted by two armed mobsters, one with a scowl, the other with a look of approval. Olivia tries to smile again, kill them with kindness, rushes through her mind, “I'm ready then!” she nods. “This way!” growls Mr. Grumpy, beckoning her to follow him. Olivia complies without hesitation. Her gaze flits over her surroundings. The house is not unlike Doi's, it must also have several wings, because they walk through a corridor from which several rooms lead off and ends in a huge staircase from which two more corridors branch off. Olivia takes a quick look downstairs, as voices can be heard from there. Folio has a pretty, petite, black-haired woman in his arms - that must be Jelena, his wife, Olivia thinks. He is talking to an older man, other guests, men and women can be seen. Olivia notices how her knees begin to tremble and she holds on to the banister for safety as she walks down the stairs to the evening party, accompanied by the mobster. When Folio sees her, his eyes widen, which is not unnoticed by Jelena, who first looks at Olivia in astonishment, then narrows her eyes. Oh please not... not a jealous wife... not that too, Olivia pleads in her mind when she sees Jelena's look. “Ahhhh, our guest is finally joining us... then we should slowly be complete....” Folio grins and offers Olivia his hand, which she coolly ignores. “Ferrara, De Luca and Rinaldi are still missing...” explains his mother coolly, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere. “Oh... really?” Folio looks at her in astonishment, “They're usually on time.” “Who knows what or who kept them! We shouldn't wait too much longer for them. It's rude of them to be late and I hate rudeness!” Donna tells Alessandra sternly, then nods at Olivia, ”You're coming with me!” Folio looks questioningly at his mother, who ignores his gaze and waves Olivia along, who is only too happy to escape this scene, because Jelena's eyes feel like daggers in her back. “WHAT am I supposed to do here?” she snorts into Donna Alessandra's ear. “Watch and learn.....” she replies again cryptically and Olivia feels more than ever like she's in a slapping pit.

“Ruffilo!” growls an older, short, fat man as Joakim and Nicholas enter the meeting room, ”You're late, way too late... we should be on our way to Folio by now!” “Ferrara... I'm sorry, we had a, uhm, shootout, an explosion and then another shootout in between....” Nicholas looks coldly at the mobster. “Who's that?” another unknown man asks Nicholas, pointing at Joakim, who is standing motionless with his head bowed diagonally behind Nicholas, looking more than ever like an avenging angel. “The Swede!” growls another voice, ”Karlsson... who should have been dead two years ago, but must have magically survived the damn explosion!” In disbelief, the eyes of the first two men move from Joakim to the third man and back again. “Rinaldi's right, it's the Swede and he survived!” Nicholas nods darkly, for whom this is the end of the matter. Curses can be heard in Italian and the men discuss among themselves. “Can we go now? I thought the gentlemen were in a hurry!” hisses Nicholas, who is annoyed by the inefficient behavior. Everyone sits down at the table, staring and muttering. Joakim decides to stand still. “What's wrong with him?” asks the first man, Ferrara, pointing uneasily at Joakim, ”I don't like the way he's standing there and keeping quiet!” A low growl can be heard from Joakim and Nicholas has to stifle a grin.

“Joakim, please..... our guests here are feeling uncomfortable, why don't you be good enough to join us....” Nicholas looks at him pleadingly and Joakim nods briefly and sits down next to Nicholas. “Well... now that that's settled, let's get to the reason for our meeting!” Nicholas begins, ‘Unfortunately, the situation has come to a head and I must insist on an answer tonight!’ He looks at the men seriously, the first two Italians squirm uneasily in their chairs at his words, Rinaldi looks at him calmly. “What exactly is your offer, Cuban, and what do you want from us?” Rinaldi asks, stretching. “Well, first of all, where exactly is Folio?” Nicholas explains politely. “Hm,” nods Rinaldi, ”and what is this information worth to you?” “That would only be the beginning.... I want close cooperation, information, access to Folio's data, his houses, his safe houses, information on everything that concerns him. His clients, his henchmen, his friends, his organization, his family....” Nicholas hesitates slightly at the word family, ”I also want the names of his informants. It can't be possible that he was able to carry out these strikes against us without informers!” “And what does that get US?” Ferrara snorts and De Luca nods in agreement. “Money and the chance to take over the organization!” smiles Nicholas, prompting another uneasy murmur from Ferrara and De Luca.

“Folio is a dead man, he just doesn't know it yet. He has sealed his fate after today!” Joakim growls softly and the men look at him, Ferrara and De Luca with irritation, Rinaldi with interest. Joakim lifts his face into the light for the first time since he entered the room, his hair falling out of it, revealing his scar. Ferrara and De Luca stare at him in disbelief, Rinaldi leans back. “What Joakim said. Folio will die!” Nicholas summarizes what has been said. “Let's talk about HOW MUCH this is worth to you, to you...” nods Rinaldi, ”betraying Folio would mean having the entire Italian mafia on your back. The son of a bitch is related to almost every head in some way!” “Just tell me your price!” Nicholas explains simply, ”But like I said, I need a decision TODAY. Folio has Doi in his hands and another important person!” Joakim flinches imperceptibly at the last sentence, but Rinaldi doesn't miss it. His razor-sharp gaze is fixed on Joakim as he asks Nicholas, “WHO is this other person?” Nicholas looks at him, “A woman... who has nothing to do with the matter itself and unfortunately got caught up in all of this!” Joakim clenches his hands into fists at Nicholas' words, causing his knuckles to protrude white. “Hmm, and why is she important then?” Rinaldi wants to know further, still watching Joakim.

“Because she's important!” he growls softly and glares at Rinaldi with pitch-black eyes, on the verge of losing his temper. “Ah... well, that answered my question!” Rinaldi smiles and leans back again. Nicholas gives Joakim a quick glance. He hasn't seen the Swede this unruly for a long time... not that that could be a problem. “Are all the questions settled now?” he asks coldly. Ferrara and De Luca confer quietly, Rinaldi's gaze continues to rest on Joakim, who stares coldly at the table. “All right... we think we can come to an agreement!” Ferrara then declares, De Luca nods. In one smooth movement, Rinaldi suddenly draws his pistol and shoots Ferrara, then moves on to De Luca, but stops in his action as Joakim holds his pistol to his head, “Don't fucking move!” he presses out. Nicholas looks angrily at Doi's men, “WHY DOES HE HAVE A GUN?!” he shouts at them. Rinaldi raises his hands apologetically, the gun dangling from his thumb. Joakim immediately disarms him, continuing to hold his gun in Rinaldi's face. “What the fuck?” he hisses. “Ferrara and De Luca would sell their own grandmother for money!” Rinaldi spits out, ”And are just as untrusting.…”

“No... that's not true....” stammers De Luca, pale as a sheet. Joakim and Rinaldi stare into each other's eyes. Rinaldi raises an eyebrow questioningly. Not a second later, another shot whips through the night and Nicholas stands up, cursing, “God, Joakim!!! What was that all about?” he hisses angrily. “Rinaldi is right... Ferrara and De Luca would have betrayed us to Folio at the first opportunity. Taken our money and pandered to Folio again....” growls Joakim, now aiming at Rinaldi again. “Smart decision!” he smiles. “Fine, wonderful, and who's to say that YOU won't do the same?” Nicholas is furious. Meanwhile, Doi's men carry the two bodies out of the room. “Because he has a reason to betray Folio... a good reason!” growls Joakim. Rinaldi tilts his head approvingly, “Bravo Swede... at least the explosion didn't hurt your brain!” “But you could almost mean it....” growls Nicholas angrily, ‘Put the damn gun down now, or are you going to kill him too?’ he snaps at Joakim, who lowers his weapon in response. “Talk... why do you hate Folio and want him dead?” Joakim growls at Rinaldi. “First I want to know why you hate Folio and who exactly this woman is?” Rinaldi hisses back. “God in heaven....” growls Nicholas, throwing his hands up in the air. “She's doing absolutely nothing here!” growls Joakim.

“Yes, she does. It's always the women who make men do crazy things... or am I not right?” Rinaldi looks from Joakim to Nicholas, who is now staring at him too. Rinaldi leans back, “So Folio has a woman in his hands who is important to you...” pointing at Joakim, “And is threatening another woman who is important to you!” and then points at Nicholas. They both stare at Rinaldi in silence. “Well, and Folio has a woman on his conscience who was important to me, more important than anything else. THAT is my motivation, to harm Folio wherever I can, to destroy him!” Rinaldi explains simply. Nicholas and Joakim nod slowly. “Well, now, with our Cuban friend here, I know it must be Nadja Petrova... You two weren't exactly tactful.... But I'm not sure about you, Swede... I have my suspicions, but please be so free as to confirm them! It's Doi's doctor, isn't it?” “She is NOT his!” growls Joakim angrily, ”Never was and never will be. Olivia belongs to me!” Rinaldi nods with a smile, “Good that we've cleared that up!”

“Wonderful!” growls Nicholas sarcastically, ”Can we please get back to the essentials, because we're running out of time!” “Of course!” nods Rinaldi.

“Your price, how high is it?” Nicholas wants to know bluntly. “Not high.... .just Folio's head. And I would appreciate it if I were the one to take him down! Or, if that's not possible, that he at least knows that it was ME who heralded his end!” growls Rinaldi hatefully. Nicholas stares at him open-mouthed, but Joakim nods at him grimly, “Deal!” Olivia sits stiffly and uncomfortably at the large table in the Folios' dining room, feeling Jelena's stabbing gaze again. Damn you, you stupid bitch, Olivia thinks to herself angrily, I hope you don't really think I want something from your fuckin husband... But the other glances thrown her way don't make her feel any better either. Curiosity is the least of it. No, it's more the greedy, lustful looks that worry her, especially that she doesn't know what Folio is up to with her and what this spectacle is supposed to be about. She almost wishes he had simply thrown her into a cellar, locked her up and left her alone. “All this is La Famiglia... and like in every family, there are pleasant, less pleasant and even disgusting family members!” she suddenly hears the soft voice of Donna Alessandra, who is sitting next to her, in her ear. Olivia looks at her in astonishment. “Well, some of them aren't really relatives, but they're still family. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?” Donna Alessandra continues. Olivia nods slowly, “Family is family and sticks together no matter what!” Donna Alessandra nods appreciatively, “You're quick on the uptake, I appreciate that!” her gaze flits to Jelena, then she sighs, “And you're not just pretty, like some of the others at this table.....” Olivia bites her lips quickly to keep from laughing. “But she's Famiglia.... You're not!” Donna Alessandra adds seriously and Olivia nods understandingly. Olivia notices Folio whispering to the man sitting next to him several times, both of them looking back at her. She stoically pokes at her food, pretending not to notice. FUCK, what is this bastard up to, she asks herself again and again. Her thoughts, as well as the conversation, are interrupted when a man enters the dining room, smiling apologetically, and walks over to Donna Alessandra, takes her hand and kisses it, “Sorry, Aunt.... I'm heartbroken, but I was delayed!” “Davide, that's unforgivable....” growls Donna Alessandra, but her beaming smile belies her statement.

Charmingly, the newcomer turns to Olivia, “Oh, a new face in this oh-so-familiar and damned group?” he smiles and Olivia can't help but smile a little too. This man has a natural charm that she can't completely resist. She looks at him curiously. Like the other men present, he is well dressed, a light gray suit, charcoal gray shirt and tie, probably tailor-made, as the fit is impeccable. His long, dark hair, streaked with gray and white strands, is combed back and tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. “She's a temporary guest here!” Donna Alessandra explains, ”Olivia, her name is Olivia!” “Hmm, I'm pleased to meet you, Olivia. I'm Davide, Davide Rinaldi, a cousin of Don Folio and something of a black sheep here in this oh so honorable family!” Rinaldi introduces himself to Olivia, almost spitting Don Folio out. “Davide!” hisses Donna Alessandra angrily, but he doesn't care. “DAVIDE!” Folio yells at him, ”Where have you been? And where are Ferrara and De Luca?” “I was held up for a moment...” Davide grins and winks his eye meaningfully, ”Where the other two are stuck.... No idea?!” he shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. “Damn, it's not like them to be late without an excuse or not to come at all!” Folio grumbles and waves one of his henchmen over, whispers to him and then sends him away. Rinaldi watches this with lowered eyelids. After the meal, everyone suddenly stands up and Olivia looks around in confusion. “Get up!” hisses Donna Alessandra to her, which Olivia does immediately. Folio leads everyone into another room, the closest thing to a living room, and asks them to be quiet. “I'm glad you're all here today!” he begins with a smile, ”I can proudly say that we've come a good deal closer to our common goal! Taking over the city first and the state next... then the country....” Olivia listens to him, stunned. What is this megalomaniac talking about? “We'll either drive the other clans out of here or wipe them out, just like they tried to do to us!” Folio continues, his face contorted with rage.

“Volkov and his descendants have already been finished off, even if it broke my sweet Yelena's heart. She loved her uncle, didn't she, sweetie?” he smiles warmly at Yelena, who is standing next to him. Olivia feels sick and Donna Alessandra also grimaces a little, but immediately regains her composure. “Volkov, or rather his favorite killer and foster son, the Swede, has many of our loved ones, our allies on his conscience... as well as my brother and my sister.... Ironically, it was Karlsson of all people who killed Volkov and his clan....” Folio laughs with amusement, ‘Unfortunately, the bastard is already burning in hell for this... otherwise it would have been a special pleasure for me to bring him to death slowly!’ His gaze pierces Olivia, who turns pale. A few eyes follow Folio's gaze and look at Olivia unblinkingly. “But let's move on to Nadja Petrowa, the heiress.... She's gotten away with twice now, which shows that she's smart for once and has the devil on her side... no human has that kind of luck.... So next time we must succeed in rendering her harmless. Alexei, her right-hand man, and her husband, Sergei, should probably follow her... I've been told they're quite loyal.” Folio continues chatting affably. Olivia goes cold, just realizing that Folio is talking openly about his plans in front of her...

God, he's going to kill me, it races through her mind and she feels dizzy. “Well?” Rinaldi looks at her questioningly, who seems to have suddenly appeared next to her out of nowhere and puts an arm around her waist, ”Too much red wine? It's strong, imported straight from Italy!” Olivia shakes her head, “No, probably the air here....” she chokes out and tries to pull away, but Rinaldi tightens his grip, making Olivia flinch. “Could it be that we have friends in common?” Rinaldi smiles, ”We know each other from somewhere!” “Hardly possible!” Olivia shakes her head and tries to free herself from his grip again. “Hmm, I think so.... A certain friend comes to mind... He has a long scar on his face!” smiles Rinaldi. Olivia stares at him, then has to swallow. “I knew it!” Rinaldi clicks his tongue. “Where....” hisses Olivia, her heart racing and hope burgeoning in her stomach. “Not here!” growls Rinaldi quickly and Olivia nods understandingly. Folio has continued talking in the meantime. “And finally Doi.... The greatest evil here.... Our great benefactor.... My father is dead because of him... However, we have managed to get our hands on Doi. He's currently on the bottom floor of this house and enjoys my special attention!” Folio smiles sardonically. Olivia goes cold again and closes her eyes. God, what has this maniac done to Noah, she wonders.

“Now we come to our guest here....” Folio's voice echoes in the room and all eyes turn to Olivia, who opens hers again in horror. Folio steps up to her, “Ah, I see you've already made Davide's acquaintance....” he grins. Rinaldi looks at him coolly. “You apologize?” Folio asks Rinaldi and more or less takes Olivia out of his arms, pulling her close to him. Olivia automatically stiffens and Rinaldi's gaze darkens briefly, but then beams at Folio again, “Of course, COUSIN!” he smiles. It feels like ALL eyes are on Olivia, who desperately hopes she can just faint, which of course she can't. “THIS here, is Olivia Knox... a blameless, young, talented doctor who sacrificially cares for her, mostly destitute, patients!” Folio explains, mockery resonating in his voice. Olivia would have liked to hit him. “What her patients do NOT know, however, and probably neither do her colleagues and superiors... she has a penchant for mobsters or even killers... isn't that right, dear?” Folio smiles at her. Olivia's looks have the potential to burn him to ashes here and now.... “Don't be shy... you weren't with Karlsson and Doi either!” he hisses in her ear and squeezes her hand in his.

Olivia flinches, but doesn't say a word, just stares at him with hatred. Folio bends her hand into an angle that causes her insane pain, yet no sound escapes her lips. Donna Alessandra clears her throat conspicuously, causing Folio's grip to loosen. Olivia fights to hold back her tears. Just don't start crying, it hammers in her head, not in front of this mob. “Well, I guess she is shy after all....” Folio laughs and almost everyone else joins in his laughter. “But well... let's just say she likes killers, mobsters, the bad guys....” grins Folio, ”And her current lover is stuck downstairs.... Unfortunately, he hasn't been very cooperative so far when it comes to information... account data, customer data and all that stuff... supply chains, his individual companies... he's got quite a few of those.....” Folio lists, ”But I have a feeling he'll be more forthcoming if we give him the right incentive....” Olivia feels sick. “Which brings us back to our lovely young doctor here...” he hisses hatefully and Olivia begins to tremble with fear. God, what is he up to, she wonders. “Since Doi is insensitive to pain, I wonder if he's also insensitive to her pain....” Folio rumbles and suddenly rips open Olivia's cleavage with a powerful jerk. Horrified, she pulls the neckline back together and stares at the man next to her. “NO!” Donna Alessandra's voice suddenly barks across the room, ‘You weren't brought up like this!’ she declares harshly. “No... but I was made this way by our enemies!” growls Folio softly, ”Or have you forgotten everything? The pain, the suffering?” “No... but you don't hurt women and children... your father taught you that principle, it's dishonorable!” Donna Alessandra replies coldly. “Maybe, but father is dead!” Folio contradicts his mother. “But I'm not!” counters Donna Alessandra, ”I love you, my son, but you're crossing a line that can't be forgiven!” Folio stares angrily at his mother, “SHE was the mistress of the man who killed your son and your little daughter. MY brother and MY sister... NOW the mistress of the man who not only took our father, but almost everything.... And you want to spare her? She's just as guilty....” Olivia prays desperately for a miracle. “Maybe it's enough if you just show her to him the way she looks right now... with her dress torn...” Rinaldi's voice is heard. He steps up to Olivia, puts his thumb on her lips and smears the dark red lipstick across her chin. He looks at her seriously. Folio stares at him in disbelief. “Your cousin is right! Try it out!” his mother nods.

“Or just leave her with him for the night... maybe she can convince him. You can always torture, rape or kill her later!” Rinaldi shrugs his shoulders, seemingly indifferent. Folio has just lost it, he hadn't expected such massive opposition. “What is it now?” his mother wants to know, ”Do you want information from Doi now or do you want revenge on this woman who you only suspect knew all this...” “You don't think she didn't know anything, that she's innocent, do you?” Folio snaps at her. “Who knows what kind of sob story the Swede told her.... A parentless foundling in the Russian mafia....” snorts Donna Alessandra, ”And Doi... well, charming, handsome, rich.... Outwardly a benefactor and he funds her clinic...” “Mamma...” Folio is speechless. “So... what are you doing now?” Donna Alessandra wants to know. Folio clenches his jaw, he hates being pushed and even more so being shown off and that's exactly what's happening here.

“Then we'll just take her to Doi.... like this,” he growls angrily, also knowing that it's unwise to go against his mother, as Donna Alessandra is still a powerful woman who normally stays in the background but still holds all the strings in her experienced hands.

“A wise decision, my son!” smiles Donna Alessandra benevolently. “I'd like to come with you, if you don't mind, cousin!” smiles Rinaldi quickly. Folio looks at him skeptically, but then nods, not wanting to demonstrate any disagreement in front of those present, as Rinaldi is close family. Olivia, meanwhile, feels she has just escaped her bitter end... for now.

“When will Rinaldi finally get in touch?” growls Joakim, pacing back and forth again. “God, sit down already!” Nadja hisses at him, ”You're making me nervous!” “FUCK...” he bangs angrily on the doorframe. “Jesus, Joakim... you still need your hands!” Nicholas hisses at him. The atmosphere is more than charged. After their meeting with Rinaldi, Nicholas immediately takes Nadja out of the hospital and brings her to Doi's hunting lodge, where they are all now. Except for Alexei, who is still too unwell and needs medical treatment. However, Nicholas has positioned a handful of Doi's men and just as many of Nadja's men in the hospital so that nothing happens to him. “I can't stand it.... What if he lures us into a trap? What if Olivia....” Joakim doesn't manage to finish the sentence. “Folio will need Olivia alive... she's no good to him dead!” Nadja tries to reassure him.

The look he gives her in return speaks volumes. “Nadja... just shut up!” he hisses at her. “But Nadja's right... she's no good to him dead. Besides, I have a good feeling about Rinaldi!” growls Nicholas. “Hmm,” grumbles Joakim irritably, then goes to the door, ‘I need some fresh air!’ and slams it behind him. “God, I've never seen him so irritable, so upset and uncontrolled....” gulps Nadja. “I'd feel the same way if Folio had you in his hands!” Nicholas explains gently and sits down next to Nadja on the couch, takes her in his arms and kisses her tenderly. “I'm afraid he'll go crazy if something happens to her!” whispers Nadja. “I'm afraid of that too....” sighs Nicholas, ”So we have to get her out first and preferably take Nobu with us... because I'm more worried about him right now, to be honest!” “Pff... Doi is a cat, keeps falling on his paws and has seven lives!” hisses Nadja. “I hope you're right!” grumbles Nicholas, unconvinced.

Joakim storms down the porch steps, pursued by the prying eyes of the armed yakuza, but they don't stop him. He needs to be alone... needs to clear his head, he realizes. He's completely useless like this, more of a danger than a help. And he knows that he has to work again, otherwise Olivia will be lost. It is only when he is a good distance from the house that he slows down and finally comes to a halt. Full of rage and fear, he looks around, but there is no one to be heard or seen. He begins to roar... screaming out all his anger, frustration, hatred as well as his all-encompassing, engulfing fear and despair. He pounds a tree with his fists and then falls against it, sobbing and crying, and slowly slides down it until he remains sitting exhausted on the ground, his cheek pressed against the rough bark of the conifer. Joakim breathes in and out deeply, tears still streaming down his face, pleading with anyone who might hear him to bring his Liv back to him, alive and unharmed. Joakim has no idea how long he's been leaning against the tree, but when his shoulder is shaken, he jumps up, startled, and grabs the troublemaker by the collar, raising his fist, ready to strike, “FUCK, Karlsson!” growls Nicholas and pushes away from him, ‘You fucking idiot fell asleep out here!’ Nicholas doesn't mention what Joakim looks like right now. You can see that he's been crying, his hands and knuckles torn open and bleeding... probably because he hit a tree, Nicholas assumes. “Hmm,” Joakim grumbles, wiping his hands. “Damn it, stop that!” growls Nicholas, gripping his hand tightly, ”This needs to be taken care of! And again... you NEED your hands... right now... we know WHERE Olivia is. Rinaldi just got in touch. She's alive and well according to the circumstances, Donna Alessandra, Folio's mother seems to find her interesting and has her hand on her!” Speechless, Joakim stares at Nicholas, swallows, “She's fine?!” he whispers hoarsely. “Yes!” nods Nicholas softly and Joakim breaks down in his arms, clinging to the slightly smaller man and letting the tears of his fear, despair and anger run free.

“WHEN are we going to go in there and get them out?” growls Joakim as they are all back in the hunting lodge together. “As soon as Rinaldi gives us the green light. He's preparing everything and is already gathering all the other information for us. He really means it!” Nicholas explains calmly. “It could be too late by then!” Joakim presses out indignantly. “No... because Olivia has protectors in him and probably also in Donna Alessandra, who will just leave her to Folio or one of his men!” Nicholas shakes his head. “FUCK... you know WHAT they can do to her....” Joakim cries out in exasperation. “Not as long as Donna Alessandra has any influence. And Olivia will know that and act accordingly. She's not stupid, Joakim. She knows what to do, how to behave!” explains Nicholas urgently. “FUCK!!! WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT ANYONE, BUT LIV!” Joakim yells at him, stunned. Nadja looks worriedly at Nicholas, who clenches his jaw. “Joakim.... I know... that's why we're going to get her out as soon as possible. Only at this point it's not possible because the fucking house is crawling with mobsters and their followers. So we wait!” Nicholas sighs. Joakim stares at him as if he wants to strangle him on the spot. “Nothing will happen to her!” Nadja explains gently, ”Why don't you take a hot shower first... put on some fresh clothes... you're still wearing your dirty clothes.....” Joakim gives her a venomous look, which Nadja returns coldly, “SO you're not helping her either, dirty, bloodstained....” she draws in a sharp breath, “Stinking!” Joakim's look turns murderous, God this woman still has it in her to drive him to white heat. “Nadja's right, you know that!” Nicholas joins in again. “FUCK!” he shouts and storms out of the room. Everyone in the room looks after him with mixed feelings. “Is he a problem?” wants to know Sato, who has taken Geto's place after his death and represents Doi's interests. “No, he's not!” Nicholas snorts immediately. “Hmm,” Sato tilts his head. “Hands off Joakim!” growls Nadja, ”Nobody lays a hand on him. He'll come around!” The look Nicholas gives her speaks volumes...

Joakim storms into his room, slams the door.... He knows himself that he's acting like an idiot, which only makes him angrier that he absolutely can't get himself under control. But this damned fear for his Liv is driving him crazy. He breathes in and out deeply, then sniffs his armpit. Fuck, Nadja's right... he stinks and he's dirty.

Sighing, he sinks onto the bed, unlaces his combat boots and kicks them into a corner of the room, then pulls the remains of his turtleneck shirt over his head with a groan, throws it on the floor and sinks back into the soft pillows. Fuck... he's tired, so infinitely tired.... Tired of all this, the violence, the hate, the murder... and yet he's forced to do all this again... again he comes to the point that he was a complete idiot and should have taken Olivia with him right away... Fuck.... His face contorted in pain, he turns to the side, the adrenaline in his body must have run out so slowly that he feels the pain again... FUCK, gunshot wounds are disgusting and hurt like hell, the bruises from the shots on the bulletproof vest almost more so, he reminds himself. He has his pain medication in his apartment... fuck. Joakim pulls himself together, gets up, gets rid of the rest of his clothes and goes into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. When he looks in the mirror, he realizes how tired he really is, how exhausted. The man looking back at him looks drained, has deep shadows under his eyes and looks almost gaunt. The dark, thick beard and moustache add to this. God, when this is over, he'll want to sleep for at least a week..…

The hot water that splashes on his maltreated body makes him groan pleasantly, luckily he listened to Nadja, he admits reluctantly. After drying himself off, he goes to the closet. FUCK... of course Doi has made provisions for guests... miserable bastard.... But Joakim is also glad that there are fresh clothes in the closet, he wouldn't necessarily have wanted to walk around naked... and the old clothes... no, not really. The sweatpants and T-shirt fit perfectly and Joakim lets himself fall back onto the soft bed, not bothered by his wet hair.... His thoughts are elsewhere... with Liv.... He clings desperately to the thought that she is alive, that she has protectors around her... concentrates on her and tries to fight against the sleep that is taking an ever more urgent toll. Joakim's eyes close and, with Liv in his thoughts, he falls asleep within seconds.

[theshipshipper]

Sansa starting to interact on the official account! Things are really getting juicy. Also I did not get that the Robb lore account was bran until it was spelt out so that was a nice suprise. The story continue to be amazing. Im always checking if theres an update when I wake up.

Ahhhh sorry for the late reply but I'm so happy you've enjoyed the story's progression so far. Also glad you liked the maester reveal hehe, one of my faves to make tbh. (In my headcanon rickon made the header for that (and some of the other yt thumbnails here and there and they pay him for it lol).

Thank you so much for reading the story and for this lovely comment. 💕💕💕

[stevethehairington]

I haven't read anything you've written in ages, so I don't remember any specific lines or such... but I DO remember this feeling of comfort, security, and utter joy every time I finish a fic of yours.

tricia!!! omg i am S O sorry that this answer is coming to you like. two months late. sfkjglfdsg. i'm terrible at replying to asks sometimes 😩

BUT AHHHH, this is so sweet ty tyyyy, it makes me very very happy to hear that, those are some of my fave things to make people feel with my writing so i'm so so glad that it can do that for you!!! tysm, ily 💕💕

[moo-kacelot]

I'm sorry for this sudden ask but I just wanna say that I LOVE YOUR ART!!! LIKE QUWVSOWN NO WORDS CAN EXPLAIN HOW MAJESTIC, BEAUTIFUL, AND JUST WOW CAMU IS IN YOUR STYLE AND ALL YOUR OTHER ART IN GENERAL! 🫶🫶

I follow you in twt, bluesky and I'm so happy you're here in Tumblr (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). You're also one of my favorite Camu artist (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

😭😭 Sorry for the late reply..

I AM SCREAMING NOW AHHHH I AM SOOO HAPPY JSJSJDJSKSJ Thank you very much for your support and liking!!!!🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰I don't even know what to say to express my feelings. it's a great compliment to me (*crying loudly).

I'm glad to have found you here for the first time💜💜😭😭

love you too🫶🫶

[mengyan]

hiii!! what were your top 5 stories of 2024? anything you watched/read!

ahhhh oomfie sorry for the late reply!! you’ve unlocked a can of worms!!! this won’t be in any particular order, just what comes to mind first:

1. tai sui by priest

you know a novel is good when i’m only near the end of book 2/5 and i’m recommending it. just these first few arcs have taken my breath away— priest’s worldbuilding, her ability to write unique and visceral descriptions of body horror without being overly gory, how in a no-cp novel you can still feel the love, romantic or otherwise, shine through so clearly, how she takes the “chosen one” trope and carves her own path from it… i could go on and on. just such a beautifully crafted story and i cannot wait for it to continue destroying me.

2. erha by roubao bu chi rou

this one took my second attempt at reading to really enjoy! the first time i read half of it, it was admittedly through a tl found online and i couldn’t grasp the story and characters well enough. i then restarted from the beginning in 2024 by reading it through the official tl, and let me tell you, it did WONDERS. i was so invested and was often up until 8 AM still reading! i really love how meatbun slowly unravelled the mysteries of the plot and connected everything from past to present so well. in the end i came away from reading erha with a problematic fave and a nonexistent ship that i completely made up... and now i'm absolutely dying waiting for my trusted mutuals to read too so i can scream about them 😭

3. card room by die zhiling

the longest unlimited flow novel i've read thus far! 600 chapters and worth every one. i loved everything about this novel, whether it be the main cp's tacit understanding and unconditional trust and love for each other, the strength of the bonds between the main team, even the side cps shaoye and jiutang! the rooms and card types were all interesting and i never felt bored even from the length. the plot twists that kept twisting had me losing my MIND in oomf's DMs even though they had no idea what was going on 😭 honestly you could pitch this novel to me with just SHAO QINGGE and i'd read it. rich charismatic soft-hearted fiercely loyal gay CEO with maroon hair in a ponytail and a penchant for matchmaking? say less!!!

4. yufengxing (the legend of shen li) [drama]

one of my favourite dramas of 2024! perfect from start to finish whether it be the STUNNING directing and cgi, the costuming, the sets, the story, or the characters. such a breath of fresh air too among the recent xianxia market where we got not just ten minutes but a whole episode's worth of happy chill epilogue. i know i can always count on a jlfx novel adaptation to save me and yufengxing was no exception; in fact i think it's one of her best yet!

5. the letter from the cloud (2022) [drama]

cheating a little with this drama from 2022 but if you followed me on twitter you would see that i've been a different person since late feb 2024 when i first watched this. literally changed the trajectory of my life. is it a perfect drama? ehhhh i rated it 7.5/10. but that doesn't mean it was bad either- i would actually have rated this 8.5 or even 9 if the second ML was nonexistent. he literally was not needed and ruined so many things LOL.

in any case, the political plot is easy and interesting to follow, the main cast and side characters (sans 2ML) are all great, even the antagonists are fun to watch, i am so, so, SO obsessed with the relationship between gu yi (the FL) and zhou yue (the 2FL), who are married divorced zhiji best friends husband and wife, the comedy is so unserious but not over the top, the main ship is cute and i would definitely ship them more if i didn't ship gu yi and zhou yue but that doesn't mean they aren't good, the OST was sung by the two FLS!!!!!, and i am so crazy about this drama that i fixed the MTL youtube subs into something more watchable in this folder here.

i promise i am so normal about this drama haha <3 definitely not insane <3 definitely did not fully spiral into my obsession with fu jing because of it <3

thanks for asking!!! if you need more info on any of these i'm always down to answer!! :D

edit: Wait. WAIT I HAVE TO MENTION THE SPIREALM!!! THIS ONE IS UP THERE WITH YUFENGXING. i watched it without subs in a delirious 48 hour haze when it first dropped and it did not disappoint. one of the greatest novel to drama adaptations of all time; even with the changes made, it didn’t take away from its excellency. i love it so much and i need to do a proper rewatch in my free time!!!!! absolute cinema from beginning to end!!!!!!

[tarnished-butsogrand]

hiiiii it’s me ur cherry blossom snowflake holiday pal lol 🌸❄️ my new year’s eve was nicceee we went to the boardwalk and watched fireworks and my parents had a fancy dinner reservation so me and my siblings went to an arcade haha. and i’m still a bit sniffly but otherwise a-okay! no sorries for late replies i totally get it!

sometimes i fall asleep to music, sometimes just ambient like driving sounds or ocean or rain, i’ve even been known to fall asleep to rainforest sounds lol. anything but silence! i lovvveee going to the movies, we just went yesterday to see Red One! it was actually rly enjoyable and funny. i like watching them at home too, as long as the volume can be up rly loud haha. i just love how the huge screen and surround sound can completely transport u somewhere else. it’s actually one of my fav things to do ever.

i know it sounds a bit silly but i love thinking about the whole world as one big family bc it makes me feel less alone, and it’s easier to talk to new ppl when u remember how much u have in common. 💜

i lovveeee making birthday cakes it rly feels so special. even if they don’t turn out as perfect as i want. yeah sounds pretty similar to a pressure cooker cake! basically the same probably.

ahhhh that’s so interesting. it’s great ur so close tho! and cool to be so different but so close. makes it even better i think.

thaaaanks haha i’ll have to show u some! i do a bit of everything…. felting, knitting, jewelry making, weaving, carving, painting, pretty much anything that looks interesting to me i’ll try. my sister knows how to crochet and wants to teach me! i rly wanna learn embroidery too! i’m a writer first and foremost, like i do consider myself an artist but i think writing is the medium i’m best at.

yeah they definitely will :’)

oh yeah i’m all about scents, bc bad scents just ruin my day hahaha i need everything to smell good. candles and incense and nice soaps and flowers and hand cream everythinggggg. hmmm how would i describe these scents….. very like. feminine but musky? very elegant.

Her has notes of strawberry, black currant, sour cherry, lemon, jasmine, musk, vanilla, oak moss, patchouli, amber, and more…. Goddess has notes of 3 different types of vanilla, lavender, cacao, ginger, and some other like warm spicy layers. it’s sooooo delicious. i also use coconut mimosa flower shampoo, vanilla and lilac body spray, and cocoa butter hand cream. as well as a rly lovely men’s pine tree deodorant. i like smelling like a forest picnic haha. i keep lovely soaps in my drawers so my clothes smell like that too, my whole room has a very earthy sweet smell bc i literally cannot standddddd negative smells. (my dog sleeps in my bed with me and he doesn’t smell the besttt but that’s the one i have to combat lol)

yes my dad loves rock, and he’s always loved the drums. tbh, it’s a bit silly but i have a feeling i’d be rly good at playing the drums, but i’ve never tried in case i’m bad 😭😭 i know it’s terrible. i should just try it. i can play conga drums tho so i know i have rhythm haha. i can kiiiinda play piano and kinda ukulele and guitar….. i’m kinda just. okay at everything and not Rly Good at any of them.

happy new year!!!! u are so sweet omg 🩷🩷🩷 i’ve loved getting to know u and very excited to continue talking!! feel free to message on dms if u prefer 😽😽💜

Hiiiii! So we meet at last!

I'm still barely on here and I have a lot to say, so I'll take you up on that!

Your messages were truly the highlights of my days, thank you for them. I'll cherish them forever.

Hope you're having a great day! I'll get back to you as soon as I can. 💓

[slashingdisneypasta]

OK EVER SINCE YOU ANSWERED THE SAD SMARTY-POP EXCERPT, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAGON!TOON PATROL (and princess Poppy *cough*). Now that asks are open, I need to vent these thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure how they'd work in this AU. But all five of these dragons somehow found each other, and have decided its best to stay together. I can't decide if they hang around an abandoned, dilapidated castle or they've got a big cave in the mountains (maybe they could be the reason the castle was abandoned? 👀)

Smartass is the smallest dragon, but that only gives him more incentive to be as tough and viscious possible. It's how he can be the leader of these insane overgrown lizards.

Greasy is a sort of secondary leader, when for whatever reason Smartass isn't available to keep everyone in check. And even has been the mastermind behind some of their raids. One thing is for certain though; His tastes in the fairer sex go beyond scales (ladies? 👀)

Wheezy is the silent, scary one of the group with the best fire breather of them all. Dirty, kind of torn up, and smoke billowing from his mouth all times, this dragon's favorite places to terrorize/raid are tobacco farms (no cigarettes, but he can chew the stuff)

Psycho is the one who gets the most kicks out of striking fear in humans the most. While the others may be busy finding whatever goods that interest them in a village, Psycho can easily be found chasing the villagers.

Stupid, although the strongest and biggest, is the most easily swayed dragon out of them all. You could offer this big lug food, and he'll gladly take the bribe.

To keep with the gang theme, maybe these guys keep a few villages in line? If the people give them what they want, they'll be mostly left alone. (I'm not quite sure. I haven't though of much lore behind this AU 😅)

I'm not sure how Doom could come into play here. Maybe he could be a corrupt king that pays them to do his dirty work like in the Fairytale AU?

I don't have tid-bits for all the dragon boys, but here's one for Wheezy. I imagine that he can do some pretty neat tricks with his fire. Like blowing out certain shapes, or knowing how to control it where it won't burn you, but just leave a very hot tickle. Imagine him showing them off to you 👀

Alright, I wasn't sure if I should have included Poppy in this, but I feel obligated to share my thoughts XD Poppy is a princess who got married off to a prince who treats her coldly (Ben). When the dragons attacked her home, by some circumstance or another, she got taken (I'm not quite sure how yet. Maybe she was trying to be diplomatic and it all went wrong. Maybe it was Smartass just being cruel to the royals. Or maybe it was Greasy's idea because- you know why 🙄 or Psycho felt enamored with her). Either this can go in a classic Beauty and the Beast style, or a angsty/darker route.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! I hope dragon weasels bring you as much joy as they've been bringing me lately XD

DRAGONS!!

Sorry for the late reply, I am finished with Placement but I still have assignments to finish and get before... well, the end of today 😅 Its okay though, I only have 2 left. I am very very excited to hear about dragons!!

First of all- YES to the idea of them causing a castle to be abandoned!! I can only imagine the chaos, but its glorious. These 5 terrifying, mean dragons deciding this place is their new place, and they have some fun with the humans there for a while (By which i mean Psycho and Greasy had fun with them... ) ... but when they escaped, that was fine, now they have the place to themselves! XD

Ahhhh! I love them!! || Smartass being kind of feral?? Like, I bet he's bigger then a human but he's smaller then the other dragons so he's so vicious-- that would be terrifying. I love that! || Greasy... Greasy lemme just quickly remind you I am a Certified monster fucker- || WHEEZY! Okay he is definitely my favourite. I'm imagining gassy, fumy smoke just slipping and rolling uncontrollably outta the corners of his mouth at all times, so he looks monstrous and gross. And just, the fact that you mentioned he'll chew the tobacco!! (Cowboy!!) and also the tricks! XD Yesssss, that's so cool XDD || OF COURSE you are the gremlin dragon, Psycho, of course XD I love this, its so perfect for him. I kindof imagine him to be a more lithe, lizard-like dragon. Creepy to be around, freaky to look at. Genuinely makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. || Awwww Stupid!! He is my next favourite after Wheezy XDD I wanna feed him so bad!! I wanna make him my huge terrifying dragon friend XD I will take a leaf out of Mrs Bickermans book XD Not Sadie's... though- maybe if I could get Ben- XD

And yes!! Always include Poppy! When in doubt, include her ^^ You knowwww she's canon to me XD And ahhhh! I love all those ideas, I honestly dunno which I like more <3

[answerringg]

The audience needs to know your reaction to that one video of lando from behind as he’s walking up the stairs 👀 (let me know if you have no idea what I’m talking about I have the link on standby 😁)

I'm sorry for the late reply 😭 I was staying somewhere with no internet connection. Anyways, moving on, about *that* picture, rpf has rotted my brain so whenever I see lando's pictures I just straight up think abt how this could be used in rpfs. So, to answer ur question, I INSTANTLY thought of Ricciardo's big nose burried in them 🤤 lando's plush ass pressed HARD against his face, danny's stubbly face scratching on his bare ass AHHHH i just made that up hehehe . Tbvh, I just thought how he looked more caked up than usual lol. He has a small perky ass but it's not that plush normally :)

[milksuu]

I'm defeated. Even if my mind knows its wrong, I js keep coming back to read convergence bro 😭😭. Like the story is so conflicting but, the dispute itself together with the superb writing just makes everything sooo good, SO IMMACULATE its just so *chefs kiss* plus the dialogue and everything, oh my lord. I accidentally read Aphelios' lines with Viktor's accent and I haven't been normal eince

AHHHHH TYSM AHHHH! (sorry for the late reply, been away from tumblr for a bit lol)

makes me so happy that you enjoy it! mwuah mwuah!