#Charmaine : All right.

[2offayyo-kzt]

it is the funniest take I have ever seen on reddit and I need it to be true so bad

so I drew it

[teagballs]

hi, lovely! i saw you’re taking requests and would love to request a nandor x reader from wwdits! 💞 maybe the house gets a new neighbor and she goes over there one night for cookies to introduce herself and it’s like a love at first sight for him? i would love to see what you come up with! :)

love at first sight - nandor the relentless

authors note: HIIII loved this request so much oh my god it was so fun to write tysm. i love nandor sm. KEEP SENDING REQUESTS!! im free to write more over the christmas break. i hope u guys have an amazing christmas, love yall.

cw: none! sweetsweet fluff. gender neutral reader. -------------------------------------------------------

You had recently moved into your new home. A comfortable house in a quiet area of Staten Island. It was a lovely place to live. Not too lonely yet not too popular - just how you liked it. After a couple days of moving your belongings into your new home and shuffling them around, you decided it would be best to introduce yourself to the neighbours. Everyone seemed friendly, some smiled on the street as they watched you gracelessly drag your new furniture into the house. You wanted to be involved in the community, make a friend of your acquaintances. So far, you have been successful. Your method? Bringing freshly baked goods to your neighbours. The way into peoples hearts was their stomachs.

After next introducing yourself to the neighbours opposite you - inhabited by a quirky couple named Sean and Charmaine - you were encouraged to talk to the residence on their right.

"Yeah, they're a strange bunch, but some of my best pals! European or somethin'." Sean explained.

According to the pair, there was a group of 5 neighbouring them. They spoke highly of them.

Charmaine cut in, "Oh, but y'know what? I never see them out during the day. They must all work bad hours, I think. You'd be better going in the evening time." Strange, you thought, but only for a moment. This actually worked out better. It gave you more time to prepare some confectionery.

By the time you approached the house, the sky had already faded to an amber and rose colour. The house had an overbearing presence. It was like something out of a book. On the walk to the door, you were greeted with bushes; trimmed and perfected into intricate shapes. Some of animals, some of what looked to be... genitalia? Huh. European. You note the cobble stairs leading up the entry, supported by two pillars. A deep tangerine colour shot from the stained glass windows onto the grass, it didnt seem like it was providing much light in the house as it dimmed and died on the lawn. The whole building seemed to be almost secretive. It was dark, like it was trying to hide away. You took a deep breath, holding your tupperware of cookies close to your chest. You rapped on the door.

After striking the surface of the door, you were met with silence. Then what sounded like a groan? Then a word. Maybe someone's name? You awkwardly shuffle in place as you wait. Finally, you could make out a shape approaching the door. You straightened your posture. The door creaks open, quietly.

"Hi, um, who are you?" The stranger asks in the politest way possible. From what you can make out from the dim lights of the house, he appears to be a shorter, stout man. He's wearing circular glasses and a sweater that reminds you of something your grandfather would wear. It's an overall comforting appearance. Judging the exterior of the house, you were worried someone evil and dark lived there. But that was not the case, it seemed.

You give the man your name, "I just moved in a couple days ago, I'm trying to get to know all the neighbours, I brought these," You awkwardly gesture to the tub of cookies in your hands. The man smiles at you kindly.

"How sweet, I'm Guillermo." He tells you. But before the pleasantries can continue, you are interrupted. The sound of heavy, heavy boots fills your ears. Striding down the hallway.

"Guillermo! Who is it that is at the door! They have awoken me from my slumber far too early!" A gorgeous man with long dark hair stands behind Guillermo now. He looks sleepy, his hair disgruntled. He's wearing some strange attire, nothing like you had ever seen before.

Guillermo gestures towards you, "Our new neighbour came over to introduce themself."

Nandor snaps, "A new neighbour!? Who gives a fuck about..." Oh? Oh.

It was only now that Nandor took notice of who was standing at the door. And how beautiful they were. He tugs on his clothing, trying to make him look presentable.

He clears his throat, "And your name is?" He asks. You note his accent, which makes every word spoken from his mouth seem more lavish and captivates you further. You meet his gaze and tell him your name. You have to pull away, however, fearing that you could get lost in his umber orbs forever and ever. He's fidgeting his hands, you notice. It's adorable. His fingers are looped with an assortment of rings.

"A beautiful name," he remarks, almost to himself. Flustered, it was your turn to fidget now, as you massaged the fabric of your jeans. Guillermo rolls his eyes. He knows.

"I'm Nandor the Relentless," The long haired man tells you. Strange title, but you are too wound up to notice. He could say the most absurd thing, and you will still be enamoured, it seemed.

"I, um, brought cookies!" You exclaimed, snapping out of your trance but a little too excited over some baked goods. Nandor the Relentless matches this excitement, however.

"How wonderful. I will enjoy these later, I imagine they are delicious!" He muses.

Gulliermo mutters to Nandor, "Nandor, you can't even eat human food." And Nandor quickly snaps back, "Shut up," all out of earshot to you, however.

You're dazed. So is Nandor. Even with his 36 wives, he had never felt such a connection. With this, you both found it hard to reach your next sentence. You stammered out, "Sorry if I uh, woke you up, your neighbour said you worked a late shift? So I thought coming in the evening would be better." You smiled.

"Late shift? No, I was slumbering-!" Gulliermo lightly shoves Nandor, to shut him up.

"That's right! Nandor was sleeping, just about to wake up for work." He smiled, covering for him.

Nandor catches on, "Oh! Yes! I have just awoken to start work at my normal human job. At the railroad."

You giggle at his manner of speaking. A railroad worker works late shifts? You had never figured.

"Oh! Cool! Well, yeah, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the neighbours and bring a little gift." You gesture to the cookies again, Nandor takes them finally. Maybe he was a little reluctant to take them from your hands as he worried you would disappear after. Your fingers lightly grazed his, a touch that lasted a little longer than average for such an exchange, but you still wish it continued.

Although you didn't want to leave and it felt like you were being pulled to stay, you decided it would be best not to intrude any longer. Especially if Nandor had to start work soon. "Yeah! So um, I hope to see you 'round. Have a good evening." You flashed another big smile and thumbs up.

"Yes! I do hope to see you around!" Nandor held an even bigger smile at you. It made your heart warm.

You turned on your heel and walked back to your house. It was only then when you were filled with dread. 'Why the fuck did I give him the thumbs up!?" You externally cursed. You were going to overthink this whole exchange all night. God you hoped to see Nandor again. In your heart you knew you would.

[mattslolita]

psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( 004. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

the entirety of charmaine's morning was spent with her trying to battle against numerous students who thought it was a good idea to give her dirty or pitiful looks throughout her morning classes — she shared her second period with madison, and both girls had to excuse themselves to the bathroom, as madison was on the verge of breaking down.

all charmaine felt was numbness — the only time her mother even called or texted her was to tell her that she wouldn't be home until late in the evening. it was almost as if she didn't care that her daughter was almost brutally murdered ( never mind the fact that one of her best friends was... ). and no calls from her dad, of course — charmaine didn't even know any of his contact information even if she was to try and look for it. besides, how would she even talk to him under these circumstances. hi dad, i'm calling you because i almost got murdered, what've you been doing all these years?

the evans girl felt like she lost a part of her that night. 

it was lunchtime thankfully, and charmaine and her friends were scattered about on the fountain, mindlessly conversating about random things — matt was sat next to madison and nick was on the other side of them, whilst alahna sat next to nick and charmaine sat in between her and chris. madison was leaning on nick's shoulder, whilst matt had a bag of grapes, passing it around to everyone.

alahna was in charmaine's lap basically, as the evans girl stroked her hair affectionately. charmaine's love language with alahna had always been physical touch, so this was something quite normal to see between the pair. chris sat with one leg propped up behind charmaine, whilst the other swung idly and his hands stayed on either side of him to prop him up.

"hunt?" madison asked, scrunching her eyebrows together and looking at matt, "why'd they ask you if you like to hunt?"

"dunno, they just did," matt shrugged.

"it's cause morgan's body was gutted," nick spoke up with a deadpan expression, causing charmaine to wince, and chris to let out a breath behind her.

"nick!" alahna warned, slapping his leg causing him to glare at her, "not tryna have any type of sensibility, right?"

nick rolled his eyes, and charmaine blinked at him, surprised — she was well aware he didn't favor morgan too much ( none of them really did, they only dealt with her because of chris ), but she didn't expect him to be so insensitive. you know, since his brother dated her. 

charmaine wouldn't ever admit this out loud, though; he understood why nick wasn't as sensible about it, being that everyone except chris knew how much she constantly cheated on the boy — and they all called matt the loverboy, when chris was clearly so blind that he couldn't even see what morgan was doing — never mind the fact that it affected the friend group, too.

"thanks alot, nick," chris said sarcastically, and charmaine's stomach fluttered when she felt chris lean in towards her, rubbing the side of her arm affectionately.

"well, they didn't ask me if i like to hunt," madison mumbled with a shrug, and both alahna and charmaine nodded in agreement.

"that's cause there's no way a girl could've done it," nick stated with a shrug, and charmaine raised her eyebrows at the oldest triplet.

"nuh uh nick, the killer could easily be a female," charmaine tutted, and matt pointed to her in agreement, "basic instinct?"

"wait, char, i just remembered something," madison said, gaining the attention of the whole group, causing the evans girl to look at her expectantly, "remember how he basically dragged me away from you, when we saw...morgan..."

"right," charmaine said, looking up at the sky with her eyes shut, letting out a sigh, "it was definitely a guy, especially with what he said to me."

"what'd he say to you?" matt asked curiously, and charmaine felt the hairs on her neck rise at the thought.

"doesn't matter," she mumbled, waving matt off. the second oldest triplet looked at her worriedly, sharing the same expression with alahna.

"how do you...gut someone?" madison whispered, but it was loud enough for the group to hear.

charmaine eyes downcasted and she bit her lip, and chris rubbed her shoulder again affectionately, and she leaned into his touch. with a single hand chris cupped the side of charmaine's chin gently and turned her head to face him, causing her eyes to water slightly. he wiped away at the single tear that escaped her eye, and she gave him a weak smile in return.

"you take a knife madi, and you slit em from the groin to the sternum," nick answered nonchalantly, acting the action out with his hands.

"seriously nick, come on, bro," chris said with an eyeroll, throwing the oldest triplet a glare.

"m'sorry," nick sighed, pulling madison in for a hug, before looking over at charmaine with an apologetic smile.

"guess i can't be too mad since i'm just as obsessed with horror movies as you are," charmaine laughed humorlessly, looking up at the oldest triplet.

"even still, you could be a little more...sensitive, nick," matt cringed, shaking his head.

"you know, no one's asked chris how he's taking this, either," alahna pointed out, everyone turning to the boy in question, "i mean, you dated her."

the tension in the air was quite thick now, at this point — charmaine got up from leaning on chris and turned to face the boy, causing a small frown to overtake his face. his jaw clenched slightly when he saw the way that alahna had pulled the girl to lean in her lap, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. jealousy filled him at the way charmaine looked up at her in admiration as alahna stroked her hair.

"i mean, i'm alright," chris shrugged, running a hand through his hair, "i miss her, though. i can't believe i lost my girl..."

the words were like a knife to charmaine's chest — but she hid with a sympathetic smile as she interlaced her fingers with alahna, the curtis girl resting her head atop of charmaine's. 

"are the police aware you dated her, chris?" matt asked with a raised eyebrow, causing a shocked expression to cross the girls' faces.

"wow, what are you saying, matt?" nick asked in disbelief, "you're own brother, dude?"

"he's been acting weird lately..." matt shrugged, and charmaine shot matt a warning glare.

"matt, don't even try it!" alahna said, throwing a grape at him, "this is chris we're talking about."

"what're you saying, matt?" chris asked carefully, his eyes filled with betrayal, "that i killed her?"

"okay, that's enough of that," madison said, shaking her head and looking back and forth between them. "you guys are brothers. and for the record, nick and chris were at home and i know cause they face timed me when i first got to char's house."

"yeah, where were you, since you have so much to say?" nick sneered.

"working," matt shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth.

charmaine tuned out of the conversation then, leaning back on alahna's lap. she drew little circles around the girl's arm, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration as she did so — chris's eyes narrowed at the way alahna looked down at her from time to time, knowing exactly what she was feeling.

it was no secret that everyone thought alahna had feelings for charmaine — chris especially started to notice the change in their sophomore year, too. it was as if everyone knew except charmaine herself, despite the fact that she herself liked girls too; but chris knew charmaine only liked alahna as a friend.

at least, he was hoping she did. because from the way they had been acting with each other recently, he couldn't tell whether or not charmaine felt the same way alahna did.

"hey love, you wanna walk to class?" alahna asked charmaine, seeing the girl beginning to doze off slightly, "or we can skip in the bathroom or the library if you want."

"nah, we should probably go to class," charmaine sighed, sitting up. the bell hand rang just then, signaling the ending of the lunch period. "i don't need my teachers thinking that i think i have some free pass because of what happened."

"fair enough," alahna shrugged, both girls grabbing their tote bags with their stuff inside of it.

"i'll see you in sixth period, chris," charmaine smiled softly at the youngest triplet, giving him a quick side hug.

"yeah, i'll see you then," chris said, when charmaine pulled away from him. he ran his hand along her jawline, his eyes flicking down to her lips momentarily before bringing them back up to her eyes.

charmaine felt her cheeks heat up at the action — see, she didn't know what stuff like that meant. this wasn't the first time chris had done something like, where he looked at her in a not so friendly way — she wasn't sure if they had something there or not, or if he was just doing that because he was a naturally flirty person; however, it made her so angry that she didn't know know what it meant. she wanted to scream because he was messing with her head.

as she and alahna headed to their class with their fingers interlaced, chris watched both girls ( mostly charmaine ) — he hated the way that alahna could hold her hand like that, and the fact that charmaine seemed to like it. his jaw ticked at the fact that only he was supposed to be able to do that.

and soon enough, it'd only be him.

lil💌

i giggled, i need a man to be jealous for me like that.

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reading update: september 2024

I'm turning in the reading roundup a little later than usual, but booooy not for lack of enthusiasm! September was such an interesting month for books, not least of all because you'll notice that things take a spooky turn towards the end of the month. in the name of whimsy I decided that October would be the perfect time to go on a themed reading kick and read through everything vaguely spooky, scary, or horror-related on my TBR, and then I thought, hey, why wait? Halloween is a state of mind, and I want to get spooked.

(have I been spooked yet? well... eh. but there's still time!)

my point being, if you want some creepy recs, hang tight because the October reading roundup is going to be great for you. in the meantime, here's what I read in September:

My Nemesis (Charmaine Craig, 2023) - cannot recommend this brief novel enough if you like very stylized prose about very insufferable people. Craig's protagonist is a memoirist who narrates her tale of woe exactly like she's writing a personal essay that's going to do numbers on twitter, intimate from a detached and analytical distance and giving the strong impression of a person who's made a living being intensely self-obsessed and can't quite manage to turn it off. it's a fascinating approach to a story about an emotionally overwhelming friendship destroying two marriages and ending in a woman's death, all without any actual adultery ever occurring. the narrator is consciously self-conscious, unreliable in the subtle and shifty way of someone trying to take exactly enough culpability to avoid being assigned more. it's a heavily interior novel, but Craig managed to keep me gasping with surprise here and there - the stomach-twisting reveal of why the narrator is actually telling her story, for one, as well as the revelation of the work within the novel that shares its name. if you like a tightly crafted character exercise, you're going to eat this up.

Raiders of the Lost Heart (Jo Segura, 2023) - this was the romance novel picked out via poll over on my patreon for September, and if I may be honest I was NOT excited! to my mind it was the dud of the group, the one amongst the four possibilities that I was most dreading. the garish cover, improbable plot summary, and blatant Indiana Jones of it all (the male love interest is literally named Ford) was a tremendous turn off, and you know what? I was wrong for that. Raiders ended up being one of the better romance novels I've read this year, and not JUST because I've been reading an endless parade of stinkers. the characters are largely free of manufactured drama and are instead believably and sympathetically rendered, with the female lead Corrie being a particular knockout; I would love to be her friend. the plot isn't nearly as cartoonish as the synopsis on the back of the book would have you believe, or at least most of it isn't; the silliness doesn't arrive until almost the very end, when Segura decides she needs some action movie stakes in here ASAP. and while the prose wasn't totally free of the genre's worst bullshit (stop reminding me that Ford's eyes are emerald, I beg), it was for the most part refreshingly no-nonsense. I wasn't even a chapter into this book when I found myself realizing I might really like it, and as of right now it's looking to claim the title of my favorite romance of 2024 in a landslide victory. having said that someone should be in thought crime prison for titling the sequel "Temple of Swoon."

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 11 (Ryoko Kui, trans. Taylor Engel, 2022) - man you guys Dungeon Meshi is so fucking good. what the fuck. what the hell. it's so genuinely insane that Kui is still able to weave in elements of humor that feel so organic and natural to the characters at this absolutely dire point of the game, when all of my faves are actively in so much danger - largely FROM EACH OTHER - that I'm eating my fingers. christ. some of my students who are in an LGBT book club did Legends and Lattes last month and I just kept wanting to ask if anyone had read Dungeon Meshi for, you know, a very D&D-flavored story that's actually intensely interested in dissecting the tropes of the genre alongside race and class and xenophobia and the social rules of an adventurer heavy world but god. I couldn't. because it's not gay. like Senshi I just want to nourish the youngsters but I can't because it's not gay. please everyone for the love of god just read Dungeon Meshi.

The Most (Jessica Anthony, 2024) - I'm a simple man, and I added this tiny novel to my TBR based on a blurb that really gave me nothing but "a 60s housewife gets in the apartment complex's pool and refuses to get out and it freaks her husband right out." god forbid women do anything, right? anyway, at risk of showing my whole ass I think this is exactly the kind of "disaffected adultery and divorce" book that a lot of tumblr users claim to hate, and I fucking loved it. Anthony is a brilliantly sharp writer who paces her microcosmic drama perfectly, revealing everything at just the right moment like a practiced tour guide showing us around the shadowy corners of an aggressively ordinary marriage. I love adultery and I think this book in particular should be taught in writing courses. sue me.

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir (Akwaeke Emezi, 2021) - I think this year I've reread more books than I have any other year of my adult life, and I'm so glad that I took time to revisit Emezi's memoir. it's genuinely like nothing else I've ever read, one of the boldest and bravest things I've ever read. Emezi's account of godhood, of coming to understand themself as a deity trapped in flesh, is absolutely unwavering, completely grounded in their certainty of their truth and proceeding from there without ever worrying about persuading others to believe them. Emezi is a storyteller's storyteller, and their story doesn't need anyone's approval. but while it can be challenging, I wouldn't call the book confrontational. quite the opposite; in many places it's achingly vulnerable, as Emezi guides you through an unabashed tour of the very worst of their heartbreak, trauma, and alienation, and the times they've nearly succeeded in taking their own life. but god, please don't think this memoir is unrelenting misery. Emezi also speaks so, SO powerfully of opulence, of love, of the dedication to their artistry ad unabashed acknowledgement that they are a peerless talent. Emezi talks about magic of writing in a way that makes me feel like I'm being engulfed in golden-white flames; they make me want to transform myself into the artist I want to be. once again: I am an Emezi stan first and a person second forever.

The Beginning and End of Rape: Confronting Sexual Violence in Native America (Sarah Deer, 2015) - listen, I'll be straight up with you: unless you're exorbitantly interested in rape law, alternatives to carceral "justice," and legalese, this is going to be a very dry read, and there are not enough narrative segments to make up for that. for my money, Deer provides a thorough overview of the difficulties faced by American tribal nations in exercising legal power to prosecute and punish cases of sexual violence, despite the staggering levels of violence experienced by women in many Native communities. I really admired the intensely tempered view that Deer (a member of the Mvskokoe nation) brings to her work, discussing the history of Native approaches to sexual violence without pretending precolonial North America was a feminist utopia and offering thoughtful criticism of proposed substitutions to imprisonment. while the rape laws of any one of the 574 federally recognized tribes in the occupied lands of the United States could be a book on its own and Deer is constrained by the need to cover as much territory as she can in the broadest strokes possible, this is a solid primer to an ongoing social, spiritual, and legal issue that too rarely receives attention outside of Native communities.

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes (Erica LaRocca, 2022) - straight up I was only trying to read Things Have Gotten worse, LaRocca's somewhat infamous story of a lesbian relationship that goes extremely wrong extremely fast, but the only copy available through my library system came with two more of his short stories (the aforementioned Other Misfortunes). I'm going to save time on the two extra stories: one is an incomprehensible exercise in religious trauma and I did not like it, and the other one was silly because I, personally, simply would not get so trapped in a sense of social obligation that I let my neighbor do stupid riddles to be until I was in a guillotine. rip to that guy but I'm different. anyway, back to the star of the show. I made the mistake of browsing some other people's thoughts on Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and encountered a truly dizzying number of people whose takeaway seems to be that it's bad not for any stylistic reason but because it depicts two lesbians being in a relationship that's deranged and unhealthy, to which I say you should probably go watch Stephen Universe or something instead of looking for #goodrep in the horror short stories. christ. for my money, Things Have Gotten Worse is messy in the most delicious way, absolutely bonkers from start to finish. escalates pretty much instantly and refuses to let up for truly even a second. cannot believe the predatory mommy dom turns out to be the reasonable one in this dynamic, that one threw me for a loop. it's not incredible but god was I entertained.

Fledgling (Octavia E. Butler, 2005) - another reread, revisiting some of my favorite little freak vampires for the spooky season! although, honestly, the most spooky scary thing about Butler's vampires is probably that vampires look like an Aryan cult and some of them are turbo racist while the other ones insist that it's totally 100% impossible for vampires to be racist and the fact that this gets quite a lot of people killed, something that I'm sure is just a weird coincidence and not any kind of commentary that Butler was making on anything at all. what else is there to say? this is one of Butler's most elaborate explorations of inverted power dynamics, dropping codependent symbiotic sexy vampire polycule cults smack in the middle of the 21st century United States instead of on an alien planet or an apocalyptic wasteland just to really drive home how crazy this shit it. and it's delicious! I love it! what a deliciously different interpretation of vampirism. imagine the utopia we'd be living in if this was the vampire novel that had gotten big in 2005 instead of Twilight.

The Low, Low Woods (Carmen Maria Machado, Dani, and Tamra Bonvillain, 2020) - first I remembered that there are horror comics that I can include in my Octoberish reading, and then I remembered that creepy queen Carmen Maria Machado has published one with DC Comics' Black Label. The Low, Low Woods follows dirtbag teen lesbians Octavia and El in the burnt out coal mining town of Shudder to Think, a town where everyone knows that something's not quite right but no one can seem to leave. the story begins with El and Octavia waking up in a movie theater with no memory of a movie, realizing that they've lost time. the ensuing investigation takes them deep into the town's troubled history, and forces them to realize it's not just the supernatural preying on the town. I love creepy Appalachia and would definitely recommend this for any Old Gods of Appalachia fans, and I will say that so far this is the only one of the spooky reads to really get under my skin and give me a full-body shiver due to the sheer overwhelming awfulness of the implications Machado raises with the revelations in her story. I'm not usually one for trigger warnings in my little roundups, but I cannot emphasize enough that if you have a hard time reading about sexual violence, you'll probably want to skip this one.

The Icarus Girl (Helen Oyeyemi, 2005) - I've been meaning to get into Oyeyemi's large body of work (in part because Akwaeke Emezi speaks quite highly of her) and where better to start than with her debut novel? and why not now, since it was tagged as horror? ultimately I'd concede that the book is creepy but don't know if I'd quite consider myself horrified, and that's completely fine since it's an astonishing piece of prose regardless. writing a believable eight year old narrator of an adult novel is a tricky thing, but Oyeyemi pulls it off beautifully with protagonist Jessamy, effortlessly selling her as an insightful, anxious, and intelligent girl who's still utterly believable as a child. the Icarus Girl revels in the same kind of "powerless child" horror as Gaiman's Ocean at the End of the Lane, following the lonely Jessamy as she initially is befriended and then tormented by a mysterious and powerful little girl that she meets while visiting her mother's family in Nigeria. as her new friends gets increasingly malevolent and out of control, Jess struggles to account for the damage and to be taken seriously by her parents when she tries to explain what's wrong. Oyeyemi apparently wrote this book when she was only a teenager, and if she's been leveling up her craft with each subsequent novel then I have a lot of look forward to.

[seraphim-if]

As a newly created minor angel in the Celestial Realm, you find yourself caught in the middle of a brewing civil war between the traditionalist faction and the rebels. As tensions mount and battle lines are drawn, you must decide which side to join and navigate the complex politics of heaven. Will you stand with the rebels and fight for change or uphold the status quo with the traditionalists? The choices you make will determine your fate and the fate of the Celestial Realm.

Seraphim is an interactive story inspired by Christian theology.  In this story, all colors/sexualities/genders are treated equal and magic undoubtedly exists.This story will be available on pc and mobile and it’s entirely text-based. It’s currently in development and it will be released chapter by chapter.

Rating: 18 + for graphic depictions of violence and death, skippable explicit sexual content, torture & executions, and coarse language.

Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Adventure

Demo: To be Added...

Asks: Check my Guidelines

Customize your name, looks (in both angel form and human form), personality, skills, and independent gender and pronoun selection.

You will also be able to choose if you side with the traditionalist faction (with Michael/Michelle) or the rebels (with Lucifer/Lucielle).

Choose your weapon. Are you a powerhouse or do you rely more on finesse?

Select your magical specialty.

There are seven romanceable options. You can select the gender of all of them.

Michael/Michelle, The Regent

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown skin and dark brown eyes. Black hair is slightly curly at the ends and it's cut short. Muscular and extremely tall and bulky.

Description: As the Regent, they're the official leader of the Celestial Realm; they lead the angels in God’s absence. The Regent is often described as authoritarian, prideful, responsible, hard-working, and assertive. They are also the leader of the conservative/traditionalist’s faction of Heaven.

Lucifer/Lucielle, The Morning Star

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Waist-length, long, straight platinum blonde hair, fair skin, jade green eyes. Tall, lithe, and slender physique.

Description: They are the leader of the rebel faction of Heaven. Charming and silver-tongued, they are darkly alluring and dangerously seductive. To you, they are a mystery. To them, you are an open book. It is unwise to catch their interest, lest you succumb to their hunger.

Simeon/Simone, Regent's Right Hand

Race: Seraphim

Looks (of Human form): Dark brown wavy hair, cyan blue eyes, and dark brown skin. Tall, slender and lithe physique.

Description: Even-tempered, perceptive, and amiable, S is the most well liked and popular of the Seraphim. They're a close friend of both M and L.

Callis/Charmaine, The Innocent Ingenue

Race: Angel

Looks (in human form): Golden eyes, light brown skin, and ash blonde hair. They are muscled, short, and bulky.

Description: Gentle, kind, and easily flustered. They are your nestling and childhood friend.

Belphegor/Belle, Sloth Demon

Race: Sloth Demon

Looks: Sky blue skin, black eyes, short black hair. Black ram horns, navy blue feathered wings, and a scaly pronged tail. Short, lithe, petite physique.

Description: You were ordered to destroy them, but you failed. Ever since then, for some reason, they seemed obsessed with you. They frequent your dreams and seek to capture your heart and make you fall.

Ellis/Elaine, The Saint/Saintess

Race: Human

Looks: Wavy Sky blue hair, grey eyes, and fair skin. Short, petite. If female, a large bust and waist-length, long hair. If male, shoulder-length hair.

Description: In the Mortal World, they are hailed as the Saint/Saintess. Unfortunately, they serve a different god than your own. You are ordered to discredit them, to hinder the power of this false god, but the more you get to know them, the more you can't help admire them. They're clever, resourceful, and devoted. They're everything an angel should be.

Abaddon, Chaos-Bringer

Race: Archdemon

Looks (human form): Hetero-chromatic eyes–one blue, one purple, dark brown skin, and spiky ebony black hair.  They have a tall and slender physique.

Description: They are not the most well-liked among demons, but that doesn’t appear to bother them. They have a tendency to push buttons and bring chaos and drama wherever they go. They are charismatic and mischievous, yet biting and cynical.  Quick-witted and wickedly clever, they are more powerful than they seem and are keen to use that power to cause maximum suffering and destruction. 

[roeroe-world]

could it be or could it not be? (a different world edition)

As requested❤️: @notapradagurl7

starring: bumper robinson as dorian haywood, keke palmer as ruby jacobs

set in 1993.

warning(s): detailed smut, harsh language, adult situations

“I really don’t understand why out of all people your partner has to be her.” Lena sends the male an eye roll, not bothering to even glance in her boyfriend’s direction. Dorian and Lena strolled alongside one another into the lobby, annoyance pouring over both of their frames.

“Don’t start, Lena. I told you Ruby and I are just friends.” He sighs heavily.

The couple were having a slight argument over Dorian’s assignment. This appointed assignment isn’t just the issue, it’s who the assignment is being conducted with. In Lena’s perspective, she thinks her lover should have been paired with someone else.

“Just friends? Oh, please…” With a wave of her manicured hand, her petite body plops onto the couch.

Dorian’s head shakes side to side, occupying the space next to her before leaning in to place a kiss upon her lips. His arms snaking around her neck. Instantaneously, her head turns in the opposite direction as her tongue drags along her cheek. The scene caught the attention of a few familiar individuals.

“Oop, I’m sensing some tension over here. Y’all having a couple’s fight again?” Gina quizzes, eyes darting between the two nosily and carefully.

“How about you mind your business and go back to wherever you came from, big mouth.” Lena insults nonchalantly yet irritation present in her tone. Both Gina and Charmaine’s head tilt backward in pure offense.

“Dang, what’s the matter with you?” Charmaine butts in, the duo welcoming themselves amongst the couch as well. “Yeah, exactly. What is the matter with you? I keep telling you that Ruby and I being partners for this project was completely unintentional. The professor partnered us up. We had absolutely nothing to do with this.” Dorian’s gaze piercing passionately into his girlfriend’s canvas in hopes of her understanding his side.

“Ruby? As in fine Ruby Jacobs?” Terrell makes his presence known, catching wind of the conversation. He takes a seat along the arm of the couch.

Immediately, Lena sits up. “See—” She began frustratingly. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t be just friends with a girl like that.” Her intense gaze falling upon the male, eyelids squinting. “Look me in my eye and tell me that you’re not attracted to her. You better not lie neither.”

Dorian finds himself laughing in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend could be this way, so insecure. He’d never given her any reason to feel inferior nor intimidated by another woman. But all of that changed when Ruby transferred to Hillman.

Ruby transferred from Howard to Hillman for a fresh start. She also happens to be a long time friend of his, given they’ve even grown up together. They lost touch for a while after graduating high school but quickly reconnected after crossing paths— to be specific they were passing one another on campus before recognizing each other in a quickness.

Ever since then, things had shifted within his relationship with Lena.

She became a jealous, raging woman. Often speaking ill of Ruby whenever she isn’t around for no apparent reason. Dorian understood to a certain extent but it was growing extremely uncomfortable. Ruby rarely glances in her direction, let alone speaks of her.

“Lena, listen to yourself. You’re being extremely irrational right now.” Dorian argues.

“You can’t even—” Lena began, only to be interrupted.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt whatever this is. But Dorian it’s your turn.” The woman of the hour makes her appearance, butt-length individual braids swinging softly alongside her confident stride. The entire group’s energy shifts, their attention shifting upon Ruby’s frame.

The strap of her Rasta striped backpack chilling on her right shoulder. A purple and white tank top reading ‘Nike’ in white bold letters hugging her torso yet exposing her small waist, matching oversized nylon track pants covering her legs. A fresh pair of Nike Air Jordan 7 OG Raptors adorning her feet.

Gold compliments her skin tone and clearly she’s aware, rocking a plethora of gold necklaces and a few rings. Two of the necklaces being a nameplate necklace which spells out her name in cursive as well as Egyptian queen, Nefertiti. Notes of brown sugar and vanilla bean engulfing her natural being. She’s the epitome of fly.

Her aura was bright yet she was nonchalant and the facial expression amongst her canvas remained unphased. In fact, she doesn’t acknowledge the rest of the group. Her attention solely focused on Dorian’s being, handing the male the car seat.

“Cool. How was she?” He quizzes, referring to the infant simulator resting in the assigned car seat. The infant simulator happened to be the fake baby the duo were given for the sake of their project.

To be specific, their project happens to be a social experiment. The duo were to pretend to be young parents whilst tackling real world issues and college.

“A pain in my behind. I was able to get her to sleep so I could get some studying in thankfully.” She smiles weakly, ignoring the subtle stares they were receiving. “I gotta head to track practice. Good luck.”

“Thanks and before you leave I’m gonna need you to watch her tonight. I have an exam tomorrow morning. I need some sleep.” His pools of brown practically pleading for the young woman to oblige.

Her hands meeting her hips, sighing irritably, “I have an exam too, Dorian. Don’t you think I can use some sleep?”

“But—”

“No buts.” Before he could even get another word in, Ruby saunters out of sight.

“Okay, wow…” Gina starts with a mischievous chuckle. “So, Lena? You’re like the resentful girlfriend but Ruby is the baby mama that you just can’t seem to get rid of. Mm, I would pay good money to see this in a soap opera.” Her chuckles transitions into intense laughter.

As a result, Lena hops out of her seat and began to march away from the group. Charmaine sends a harsh slap to Gina’s shoulder earning a light gasp— the young woman no longer laughing as the duo began to follow closely behind an angry Lena to comfort their friend.

The moment the trio were gone, the infant simulator bursts into loud wails. Dorian’s tired eyes falls onto his friend, Terrell, whom instantly stands to his feet. A nervous laugh escaping his throat.

“You know, man. I would help you but, um, I gotta study for that uh… exam I got tomorrow too. So, uh, yeah. Bye.” He lies before quickly leaving the scene as well.

Dorian’s head tosses backward in pure frustration, a sigh passing his lips. His gaze falling amongst the crying electronic infant the second he lifts his head once again.

———

Now you want my love

Well that’s alright

Well, it will be there for you, morning, noon, and night

TLC’s “Baby, Baby, Baby” softly commences through Ruby’s apartment due to her handy dandy CD player. It happens to be a one bedroom, simply furnished but nothing too extra. It was just right, perfect for her accommodation during this point of her life.

She stays off campus, not because she necessarily had to but she chose too. After the horrific experience of having roommates at her old campus, she decided to purchase a place of her own. She needed her own space. Ruby liked it better that way. Besides, she doesn’t live too far from the campus.

Silently, she flips to the next page of her thick textbook which is seated upon her lap. Her legs indian style comfortably, basking in the solitude and tranquility of her space.

Until, a couple of knocks meets her door.

Her gaze travels to the door for a split second before sitting the textbook onto the coffee table and standing to her feet. Glancing through the peephole, she looks to the side with a lighthearted chuckle yet wasting no absolute time to welcome the uninvited guest inside.

“Did you need something, Dorian?”

“Yeah. To study.” Without protesting, she takes the car seat out of his hold as he closes the umbrella. It was storming pretty badly outside. The rain poured at an intense rate and it hadn’t shown any signs of stopping anytime soon.

“You didn’t walk over here in the rain. Did you?” Ruby places the car seat onto a nearby chair, carefully analyzing the infant simulator’s appearance to ensure everything is intact.

Shutting and locking the door behind himself, “I took a cab.” He takes off his red, black and white letterman jacket before neatly hanging it onto the coat rack. She grabs his backpack, laying it on the couch. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here. I’ve been trying to study but she keeps crying and the only way the thing seems to stop is when I hold her.”

“It does that to me too. Hence why I gave her to you for the night. You’re not the only one in dire need of sleep and on top of that I have to study too. As you can see—” Her arms motioning to the mountains of paper and textbooks scattered across her coffee table.

Dorian observes the scene. A sense of regret and guilt creeping upon his being. “You know what? You’re right. I should go. Sorry about this.” He reaches for his belongings, preparing to leave before Ruby halts his actions. “Stop. Seriously, what’s happening to us?”

His eyebrows furrowing together, “What do you mean?”

The male began to act oblivious. Though, he knows exactly what she means. Before their project, their friendship was great and they would rarely possess any disagreements. But with the assignment, the duo seemed to be growing slightly distant but oddly closer in the same note due to the infant simulator.

Sure, they were best-friends. But before the “baby” they had their own lives and friends so they weren’t obligated to see one another every day. Now, they had to for the sake of their grade.

“This thing—” The young woman motions to the infant simulator in slight frustration before plopping onto the couch. “drives me nuts. I can’t really hang out whenever I want. You’re starting not to like me anymore. I’ve become annoying. Haven’t I?”

“Woah, what?” Dorian laughs, taking a seat next to his friend. “Look, I’ve been worked up over this project too. You’re not alone and you are not annoying. You’re just… a young mother, technically.” He tries to assure her earning a light exasperated sigh.

“Well, in that case, I don’t wanna have children anytime soon.”

The male finds himself laughing causing Ruby to join him, “I mean, I can’t study. Oh and I can’t take long thorough showers like I usually do. One time, I was in the middle of a presentation and the thing started crying. It was soo humiliating.”

“Tell me about it. My Biology professor literally kicked me out of class.” The two relate to one another, their heads shaking in unison. “I’m so glad we only have a couple of more days left of this project. It has been a long two weeks. Though, I can’t lie, I feel for those who are juggling college and parenthood. It is not easy.”

“Yeah,” She began, her gaze softening the second she turns in Dorian’s direction. “Um, I caught wind of you and your friends conversation earlier…” Instantaneously, his attention falls upon the woman. “I don’t understand the issue your girl has with me. I mean, we’re just friends.” The young woman says with an eye roll, crossing her arms.

Not once did Ruby ever come on to Dorian. Despite the fact that she doesn’t know Lena well, she respects her enough to not interfere in their relationship. But Ruby isn’t an ass kisser so it is what it is.

Dorian sighs heavily, “I tell her that a million times. Lena is just… I don’t know. She’s never been this way. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or upset.” His mind going into deep thought.

“All I’m gonna say is, she has nothing to worry about. I also enjoy our friendship. I think she really needs to dive deep inside and find that insecurity so maybe she can stop taking it out on me. I’ve done absolutely nothing to her nor to you, Dorian.”

The young woman stands to her feet, walking to the other side of her living room to turn off the CD player. “Ruby…” Dorian slowly steps to her, grabbing her hand to gently turn the woman in his direction. “I apologize on behalf of Lena’s behavior. Okay? But I can’t control nor can I convince her not to be threatened by you… I mean… look at you,”

Ruby’s head gradually lifts, their pools of brown connecting, “You’re beautiful. Guys flock to you all the time.” She breaks their eye contact, disconnecting their hands due to her growing quite flustered as she saunters in the opposite direction of the area.

Dorian only follows right behind the beauty. Tension forming between the two.

“Can I be honest?” He inquires, swallowing his pride.

“Yeah?” Her gaze away from his being, avoiding any absolute eye contact.

“I’m glad we became partners because I’ve grown to realize something…” Suddenly, Ruby turns to look at him. “What’s that?”

“How I can’t do this thing called life without you. There’s no other person I see myself doing this—” He motions towards their surroundings. “with.” The duo being partners for the project gave the two a chance to view one another in a different light. A light they never once walked to.

“I… see you as more than just a friend. In fact, I’ve loved you since I was nine years old.”

Ruby grew speechless, peering deeply into his eyes. Derealization creeps upon her frame— nearly on the verge of pinching herself to figure out if she’s dreaming or not. But she isn’t… Dorian is standing right in front of her, live in the flesh. Confessing his longtime romantic feelings for her.

“This may come as a shocker but… I had to tell you before it was too late.” He further explains, stepping closer to the beauty.

“Lena. What about Lena? Did she ever come in mind when you realized you had these feelings for me?” Their chests meeting softly, her gaze peering upward due to their height difference.

“What about her?” Her eyebrow raises at his response. “I care about her but she isn’t you.”

“Could this be? Or… could this not be?” The beauty’s fingertips tracing along the material of his long sleeved shirt.

His face slowly dipping downward toward hers, his lips leaning closer to hers, “It will be.”

Without wasting another agonizing second, their lips connected for the very first time. Their union was fervent, zealous— in search of what was next to occur during this moment. Their tongues began to tango within the other’s wetness. The act creating a track of its own.

Both of their racing hearts thumped intensely as Dorian takes the initiative of positioning his hands along the top of her backside. He wanted to remain respectful, not wanting to overstep his boundaries in any way shape or form.

As a result, Ruby sends him the signal that his thoughts were okay. It was as if she read his mind given their undeniable chemistry, leading his large hands to her covered backside that sat plump and proudly in her shorts.

Her arms hanging loosely around his neck, their heads conducting every which way yet never breaking their steamy kiss. Unfortunately, the infant simulator started to wail loudly catching the duo’s attention. Dorian sends the woman a grip on her backside, his top row of pearly whites softly digging into his bottom lip. Hazy low eyes staring downward at her seductively.

“I got it.”

Suddenly, he snaps out of the trance she unintentionally lured him under. His mind traveling to his girlfriend for a split second.

“N-No, I got it.” He volunteers, tending to the infant simulator’s needs.

Giggling softly to herself, Ruby observes as he rocks and feeds the mechanical infant. Her gaze travels along to her sock cladded feet before lifting her head once again, finger twiddling the tip of one of her lengthy braids.

The second he returns it to its rightful place as soon as it halted its wails, “I should go.” He began to pack his things, preparing to leave once again.

Yet again, Ruby stops him right in his tracks. This time what she had in mind isn’t so innocent.

“You can’t just confess your feelings for me then up and leave. Besides, it’s pouring down out there.” She was enticing, practically seducing him with her eyes. “You gonna go out in the rain? Hm?” They were a deep shade of brown, lust and desire swirling within her orbs.

Her head tilts to the side, their pools of brown burning into one another. “I don’t think you should leave me, Dorian.” The woman confidently steps closer to his tall frame, exuding a femme fatale. A woman clearly comfortable within her sexuality.

He surrenders, “I suppose, I shouldn’t.” The thought of Lena being shoved in the back burner of his conscience.

With his consent, the woman takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Anticipation and excitement pouring over his frame as he watches her hips. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, observing the beauty undress while admiring her being. His member hard as a rock.

Ruby kneels upon her knees, unbuckling the fly of his denim jeans. “You don’t have to do that.” He says, though he doesn’t mind. He’d never received fellatio before so it would be a first.

“Stop worrying. Would you?” She doesn’t bother to even glance at him as his tongue drag across his lips, gaze directed amongst her breasts. He lifts his hips so she could pull down his boxers, he’d never been so ecstatic about anything in his life. He had no idea Ruby had it in her.

Slowly stroking his long phallus, her lust-filled eyes glances upward in his direction. It wouldn’t be long before her lips would be wrapped around him, slurping him up as if her life depended on it. Clearly, it isn’t her first rodeo.

His jaw falls agape, “Oh shit.”

Her hand skillfully strokes him. The beauty’s head bobbing upward and downward with absolute ease. Her skills were heaven sent, becoming a pleasure to the male. She was too good at this.

His head falls backward, fucking her face as his fingers tangles into her braids. “Ruby…” He calls her name, low gaze averting downward onto the sexual deviant earning her attention. Batting her eyelashes, she seductively drags her tongue along one of the veins of his thick phallus, making sure to maintain their hazy eye contact. “Yes, baby?”

Before he could utter another word— he couldn’t any longer. He’d completely lost his train of thought. She snatched them away of him as well as his soul, going harder than before due to his reaction. Ruby was giving him Grammy award winning head, a plethora of profanity escaping his throat.

She was showcasing one of her many talents, revealing that she’s unlike any other woman he’s ever been with sexually. None of his previous lovers offered fellatio and he never pressured them either. But Ruby was more than willing to with no absolute shame.

In fact, she was committed. Dedicated to make him come just with the handy dandy work of her tongue. It had taken much practice, though she loved it. The jaw aches, the tears cascading along her cheeks, her mouth being full, the slob surrounding her juicy lips, the moans— even screams. The aggressive face fucking— she abso-fucking-lutely loved it.

“Fuck, fuck…” Dorian groans aloud, releasing into her mouth without warning. She made him come in under a minute, leaving breathless and panting heavily. He wasn’t expecting that level of head.

She swallows whatever he produces with no complaints, crawling onto his lap. “Think you could handle some more?” Her center throbbed for him, throbbing for a good pounding and he possesses the perfect size for her dripping tight crevice. The woman always desired for something bigger than she could handle.

He was still up at attention. “Hell yeah.”

Reaching for a condom into her nightstand, she makes sure to secure it on him. The second she does, she hops off of his lap and lays beside his being. His eyes closely following the places she goes, watching her legs widen. He analyzes her wetness as if it’s his most prized possession, his trophy.

One of her hands drags between her breasts along onto her toned stomach, eventually between her legs. Her index and middle finger toying with her throbbing center, moaning softly. Dorian replaces her touch, a groan passing his throat due to how soaked she is. He barely touched her and he had her like this.

Ruby practically melted like putty in his hands, surrendering to whatever he had to offer. His fingers soon being replaced with his thick phallus, both of them moaning at the sudden contact.

She trapped him into her cavern and he couldn’t find himself desiring to escape. He was already hooked, longing for more and more and more.

Dorian’s strokes were deep, passionate yet slow. He wanted to savor each second, capture each second. His face no longer buried into the crook of her neck, lifting his head to analyze her facial expressions. Her lips were slightly parted open, low pools of brown flowing into his. “I love you.” She whispers before whimpering shortly after her confession.

“I love you.” He tucks one of her braids behind her ear. Orbs sparkling in admiration. Ruby’s deep brown eyes caught him in a daze. Her cheekbones sat high. Her glossy lips plump and suckable, begging to be ravished. Brown skin smooth and soft, her signature vanilla bean scent entering his nostrils yet again. “You’re so beautiful.”

The woman caresses his back, hips rocking into his. Her legs enveloping his waist. She didn’t want him to stop especially when he stretched her out so perfectly. Dorian already has her right where she wanted him to have her.

“Dorian…” Her feminine tone summons his name. It wouldn’t be the last time.

Natural nail beds digging into the golden skin of his back, the pleasure growing increasingly overwhelming. She felt every vein, every thrust, everything. “Shit.” The second he finds her spot— he seems to not want to leave it alone, deepening the tip of his phallus in circles.

Love marks being left upon her skin, biting and nibbling. His wet tongue sensually dragging along her chest then her brown hardened areolas, showing them the attention they were in dire need of.

The view of her breasts bouncing along each thrust, her reaction garnered another side of Dorian. Without a lack of hesitation, he flips the woman onto her stomach before entering her walls yet again. It catches Ruby off guard but she doesn’t disagree. Her legs shaking immensely.

The headboard bangs against the wall harshly. The couple pants heavily as the aggressive sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls. “Ah, fuck,” Dorian’s tight grip amongst her hips forces her body back and forth. His pace more rougher than before. His lust-filled gaze observing her backside clap against him, top row of pearly whites digging into his bottom lip.

No uncertainty, Ruby pumps herself back. “Oh, yes, yes!” Her body burning for him, sweat beads dripping along their melanated frames. She desired for more, no matter how much he filled her up. “Don’t stop… fuck me, fuck me.” The sexual deviant became a certified fein. So far, Dorian wasn’t a disappointment.

Her eyes rolls to the back of her skull for the millionth time tonight. One of her hands reaching behind her back to grip his hip while the other gripped the sheets due to the fervent impact of his strokes. Drool dripping along her chin due to her jaw hanging agape in pure disbelief yet bliss. She hadn’t had her world rocked like this in awhile.

Her arch remained intact, ass up in the air and face down just as he loves it. The view was a true sight for a sore eyes.

The second she looks back at him with that pouty expression upon her face, the throbbing sensation of his phallus intensifies. He isn’t prepared to come just yet. The effect of Ruby was something serious and Dorian hadn’t prepared for it.

Suddenly, an abrupt feeling of Dorian’s member slipping out of Ruby’s cavern earns a whimper. “Put it back in,” She drags out, high-pitched weak voice holding a slight crack due to the amount of shouting she was doing a second ago.

Dorian doesn’t respond. Instead, he lowers himself between her legs. The male figures he would return the favor. “So good.” He groans against her wetness, ravishing her nectar as if it’s his last supper.

“Ouu—” His thumb pressing against her anus. In result, more of her juices dripping along his chin. “Ah, fuck… just like that.” She encourages her lover, fucking his face.

His tongue dragging across her center passionately, not so rough but it was sensual. Soon enough, two of his thick fingers would enter her warm walls again before thrusting them in and out at a gradual pace. The amazing work of his tongue and fingers would cause the beauty to grow weak in the knees.

Dorian was dedicated given his eyelids were shut, his head moving side to side— up and down to lick every angle of her dripping goodness. He was quite adamant on pleasing the woman. He’s his own man and it showed.

Without warning, she squirts onto his gorgeous canvas with a shout, “Fuck!” He would continue his actions resulting in the woman to feel the urge to squirt yet again.

Her aching paradise would be filled to the brim with his love once more, digging in and out of the beauty mercilessly. She released the urge, squirting along his soaked pelvic area while babbling incoherent words. A flushed yet fucked out expression amongst her naturally captivating canvas. “Mhm,” He encourages her, despite not understanding a word she’s uttering.

A firm grip upon her braids would jolt her head backward in his direction as he continued to fuck her into oblivion, her brain growing completely dumb. “Unh, unh, unh, unh!” She shouts into the heated atmosphere. He sends a rough slap to her backside.

“Ah, shit!” Dorian groans, feeling his orgasm approaching. Though, he was about to come— he continued to give her all he had. He was a panting, sweaty mess but he was still incredibly sexy. “Fuck, I love you.” He meant every single word he said.

“I love you more, baby…” She began, tone of voice frail and shaky. “I love this dick.” Her mouth was absolutely filthy but so was Dorian’s. She brought out that side of him.

“I know…” His gaze averting to where their bodies connected. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” With each stroke, her wetness made its presence known— creating an mixtape of its own. Their sex was sticky and sloppy just as the couple loved it.

Their sexual chemistry was better than expected. It took a moment but eventually it transitioned into something unforgettable, ardent.

Her walls tightens around him causing his eyes to roll to the back of his skull, head tossing backward as his tongue drags along his lips. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He informs the woman, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Her nectar sloshing against his hardened member, squirting once more.

Their bodies began to shake violently. Oxytocin and Dopamine streaming along their veins as their love comes crashing down upon them. Dorian continues to pound his lover, unable to get enough despite his orgasm sending a slight jolt to his movements. In result, the couple began to grow overstimulated— fucking one another through their orgasm.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Ruby’s voice high-pitched cries out with a light crack before calling out for the most high. They ride out their highs, Dorian grunting aloud as his seed fills up the latex.

Panting heavily, the male’s arms wraps along her waist. His sweaty chest pressing against her back, lips inching closer toward her ear. “You know there’s no going back, right?”

The second their high came down, the couple was brought back to reality. What they did was absolutely wrong, the ultimate stab in the back. Both Ruby and Dorian understood that but neither of them could deny the burning desire of going there with one another. Though it was wrong, it felt right.

They love one another and Lena couldn’t stop that.

Turning to look back at him, a loving grin upon her lips, a twinkle of admiration and adoration in her eye as her gaze sets upon his captivating canvas. “Of course.”

[biancadoes1]

OK so we know that Charmaine commented and sienna commented right on A post. That makes me go hmmm especially since Sienna went from liking all her stuff then to stopping then all of a sudden she does. Makes me think the NDA is at play and coming to an end. So A can't say they didn't uphold their end of the bargain.

This is a valid theory.

And if we think an NDA is in play, is it possible there was an extension after Italy?

So many possibilities.

[herejusttosufferalong]

I know her and L haven’t broken up but something is off— I.Just.Know.It.

S&R never liked her post. And yes she commented on Charmaine’s post and Charmaine liked it but R didn’t like the comment he was tagged in. I really got the vibe that she realized things with her and L might not last and she wants to make sure she’s secure in the friend group even if that’s the case. Would even say liking R&S’s company falls under that.

And yes this is all speculation. And yeah she’s probably going to post an engagement announcement tomorrow bc I said all this, but if I’m right, I’m basically the oracle. And you know what? Life is about taking chances!! (Thank you all for indulging me, I’m stuck at home with Covid and this has filled my time).

oh no, hope you get to feeling better anon!!!

also only time will tell

[bullet-prooflove]

From the Taylor Swift Midnights prompt list: 72) The first night I saw you with Don Eppes?

Tagging: @kmc1989

WOW this one got completely away from me.

The first night Don Eppes laid eyes on you, you were wearing a little black dress that left virtually nothing to the imagination. Your hair fell across your shoulders as you tipped your head back and laughed with a man twice your age as he placed his hand upon your thigh.

When he leans in close and whispers the most filthiest thing into your ear, Don can’t help but feel revolted.

“That’s certainly creative.” Sinclair murmurs over the comms system as he sips from his coke at the bar.

Don leans back in the plush Chesterfield by the fireplace as he turns the page of his newspaper, his gaze fixed on you.

“The guys a walking sex crime.”

He isn’t wrong, that’s you’re all here tonight. The man you’re sitting next to, the one whose hand is creeping even higher up your dress is suspected of drugging and murdering five women in hotels just like this one. Don doesn’t know how you can stand the feel of him on your skin.

When he invites you back up into his room, they’re all apprehensive despite it being the goal. The only way to nail this guy is to catch him with his tool kit, which they suspect he takes with him on his excursions. It’s imperative they get in there and the best way to do it…

An undercover op.

Don takes the elevator with you, his jaw clenches as he watches Richard Charmain’s hand slip down from your waist, down to your hip and then lower, his fingertips play with the hem of your dress. Your hand comes to rest on his wrist before you guide it back to your hip.

“You promised to show me your room.” You remind him with a chiding tone to your voice and Don sees the moment that switch flips in the other man. His eyes darken as his grip on you tightens.

That’s what his trigger is, Don realises. Women who talk back. He likes the ones he fucks to be pliant. The ones he kills, are the ones that resist.

He busies himself pretending  to be searching for the keycard to the room next door as he watches you step inside. He hears the door shut before he withdraws the gun from underneath his blazer. He lingers outside as Sinclair appears from the second elevator, taking up position on the opposite side.

“I’ve changed my mind.” They hear you say over the comms system and that switch it flips again.

“That’s not how it works sweetheart.”

They hear the slap through the surface of the door, you collide with something and then everything goes silent. It takes them a second to realise that Charmain has busted the mic.

Don’s heart thuds in his chest as Sinclair uses the keycard to open the door.

When he steps through the door, he’s ready to pull the trigger, to defend you. Only that’s not the scene he walks into. You have Charmain in his knees, his hands on the back of his head, a gun jutting into the base of his neck.

There’s blood running down your chin from the busted lip and your eyes are blazing. You look like a Valkyrie, beautiful, wild, furious and so fucking sexy, Don's dick twitches in his jeans.

Sinclair takes over then, handcuffing Charmain, escorting him out. You set the gun down on the sideboard, your hand trembling slightly. The adrenaline, it’s leaving your body, he knows what comes next, what the fall looks like.

“Here.” Don says, stripping off his jacket in the aftermath and draping it around your shoulders. He guides you towards a chair, sitting you down before he kneels in front of you, plucking a tissue from the box on the vanity. He uses his fingertips to tilt your chin up towards the light, dabbing lightly at the split in your lip.

“I think you’ll live to fight another day.” He smiles, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as his eyes flicker up to meet yours.

He’s never seen such a rich hue of colour, so captivating, so dazzling. He thinks he understands now what Charlie means when he talks about the beauty of the stars It’s like someone’s plucked them right out of the sky and put them in your eyes.

It’s Colby that interrupts the moment, he pops his head in to ask if you need a medic and Don draws away tossing the bloody tissue into the wastepaper basket.

The next time he sees you, it’s in another hotel bar, wearing another little black dress. This time you’re alone, sipping from a glass of bourbon. Off the clock, he realises as he slips onto the barstool alongside of you.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” He says as you incline your head towards him and that smile, he thinks spend the rest of his life waking up to it.

“Isn’t this how it always starts?” You ask him as the bartender takes his order. “A guy and a girl sitting at a bar, sharing a drink?”

“Yea.” He says, his hand coming to rest on yours, fingers entwining. “I think it does.”

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No one made a sound, but all eyes were on Kit.

“Well. Time is ticking away. Are you up for the challenge, daughter of Emmet Brickowski?” Master Doom looked down her nose at her.

“I think you're mistaking me for my cousin Charmy?” Kit said after a very long silence. “Yeah. I'm pretty sure you're mistaking me for my cousin Charmy. I don't know where she is. I assume she wasn't built or my aunt and uncle are hiding her. They could be training her to kick your butt. I don't know how this dimension works. I just know my dad is not Emmet Brickowski. Not anymore.”

“That's what he said, too.” Doom made a disapproving click of her tongue. “But he will never be anything more than Emmet Brickowski. He will always be a child having a tantrum, even when he's not here anymore.”

“He’s not a child! He's way older than me!” This comment made Doom smack her head with her hand.

“You are just like him. It's terrifying to know that this man was allowed to raise a child.” She shook her head slowly. “I still need an answer. You can have whatever you want… if you can beat me.”

“So it's just me? Fighting you?” Kit looked up at the tall crystal dragon, swallowing hard.

“Yes. One on one. Just like it should have been all those years ago.”

“You don't need to get involved. I could-” Apocalypse was interrupted by a wave of Doom's hand.

“Silence. You had your chance, boy. Maybe you're not as strong a soldier as I thought you were. Once I take care of her we can discuss your place in my empire. Now. I want to hear her answer.”

Before Kit could give Doom the satisfaction of a reply, a rift similar to the one Kit came through opened between the two. Out of the bright light came a woman with a sword that had a purple heart gemstone set to it. Its blade was made out of a dark pink crystal with a center made out of rose gold. The hilt was also made of rose gold and looked like it had an antelope's horns. Her mousy brown hair was long and flowy, her eyes narrowed and semi-hidden behind a pair of goggles. She pointed her sword blade to Master Doom and bellowed her words in a powerful voice.

“My name is Charmaine Brickowski! Queen Watevra Wa'nabi sent me to make you go back to the darkness you came from and to ensure that the kingdom of Syspocalypstar returns to her full glory!” Kit smiled. It was good to be right for once. It was also good to know that in this dimension, her cousin was more than willing to step up when the world was screaming for a hero.

“Wonderful. There's two of you.” Doom rolled her eyes.

“Two of us?” Charmy looked around until she saw Kit. “Oh! Wasn't expecting Queen Wa'nabi to send another hero.” She inspected Kit carefully. “It doesn't look like she has Dawnbringer, though.”

“Dawnbringer?” Kit questioned. She had to assume it was the familiar looking sword. Her mind spun as she attempted to place where she saw it.

“Yeah! The queen found this sword in the remains of the Unikingdom. It's a sword of ancient power that can only be unlocked with-!” She was cut off by Master Apocalypse.

“A Gem of Acrilique!” He moved to his mother's side. “I'll take care of the so called hero, Mother.”

“I told you to be silent. Do not continue to test me. Now, the child came all this way to fight me and even found a sword that belongs to me. The least I can do is give her that fight.” Doom smirked. “It's funny how this family reunion will soon be cut short by their desire to be heroes.”

“I just want my dad back!” Kit added.

“We know, Catherine. Still amazed at how selfish that is!” Apocalypse called back. If one look from his mother could kill, the one that she gave him would be more than enough to obliterate.

“Stand. Down. Master Apocalypse. I do not need you to fight my battles.” The smirk never left Doom's face. “Unlike a certain brat who had to send his daughter to come fight me.”

“I told you! I was sent by the Queen, not by my father!” Charmy huffed. She turned to Kit. “Did Apocalypse say your name was Catherine? Unless you're bringing something to the table, get behind me.”

“I… I can help. I think.” Kit nodded slowly.

“The confidence you have in the situation is very reassuring.” Charmy gripped Dawnbringer tight. She took an offensive stance and heaved the sword to get ready to strike. “Catherine. Just stay behind me. I've got this. I've trained my whole life for this.”

“No, no! I can help.” Kit still didn't sound very sure, but she put up her fists regardless. Charmy shrugged.

“My deal with Catherine will apply to you as well, Charmaine. Defeat me and I'll give you whatever you want.” Doom's smile was sickening.

“I really don't trust that, but I'll still defeat you in the name of the crown!” Charmy rushed at Doom and was promptly thrown toward the wall. She lifted herself using Dawnbringer and tried again to swing at Master Doom. Doom attempted to grab her, but this only got her hand slashed by the blade. She howled in pain as she swiped at Charmy with the other claw. She took the hit, but used this as an opportunity to connect her blade with Doom once again. Another angry growl escaped from Doom's throat as she conjured a fireball and shot it at Kit. Charmy blocked the flames with her sword.

“Well? Aren't you going to fight? Your father put up so much more of a fight than you.” Doom scratched her chin as she parried Charmy’s sword swipes with her claw. “I know what I could do.” In a flash of light, Kit was holding an antique rapier made of solid red material. Kit knew the blade well, as she saw it on her father's hip during special occasions.

“Where did you get this?” Kit would have held the rapier, and the only other thing in this world that was her father's, close if it wasn't a weapon. She couldn't remember if her father actually gave the blade a name. That didn't seem like something he would have done and, if he actually did, he never referred to it by name to her.

“It doesn't matter. What does matter is this was the blade that helped your father defeat me. I refuse to let the same mistake occur again.”

“Are you sure you don't want to just fight my dad?” Kit said after a moment. “You've been doing so much to recreate a fight with Dad.”

“Oh no. If I wanted to fight your father, I would be fighting your father. Apocalypse controls the multiverse, after all. No, I see you as a way to assert my total domination over Emmet’s little picturesque life. I destroyed the world he loved and I made sure he would never come back. But you seem to be the last stubborn remnant of his former existence, the last continuation of the life he wanted to live. I will destroy you and finally completely destroy him.”

“Hey! My dad is Emmet! I have no idea who this girl is!” Charmy swung at her foe with fury. “The only way you can claim that that girl is Emmet Brickowski's daughter is if she was somehow the daughter of Rex Dangervest! But he's been gone for decades! My father and mother saw him disappear into nonexistence!”

“Why don't you ask her who her father is?” Doom purred as the smirk came back to her face. She threw two fireballs, one at each of the girls. Charmy was again able to block with her sword. Kit had to duck and roll. “I know I refuse to use that name he gave himself or any of the other names he decided he wanted to use to run away from his past.”

“You sound like Rex Dangervest is still a threat! He's gone!” She turned to Kit. “I really don't care who your dad is, by the way. I just need you to do something! I don't care what, I just need help over here!”

Kit closed her eyes and tried to remember what her father told her to do to do his special punch. He always said it was something that only an adult can really do, but he was trying to teach her anyway. She remembered asking Hawkodile about it as she was sitting in on her father's training. He said that it had to do with controlling a specific emotion. She was never able to do it, but it was something her father mastered. What emotion could he be controlling? She couldn't think of what it could be as she tumbled out of the way of another fireball. She decided to, instead of solving that mystery, employ the techniques taught to her by proxy, as RJ and Hawkodile sparred together. She tumbled behind Master Doom and lunged at her with the crimson rapier. The dragon growled as she swiped at Kit.

“You are so much weaker than your father! And he was weak! Didn't he train you for this fight?” Doom roared as she turned to see Kit roll away from her line of sight.

“What is with you and Apocalypse and thinking I was built specifically for a grudge?!” Kit shouted from behind Doom. “My parents never told me about you! The only reason I know anything about the Doom Lords is because we learned about them in history class! And guess what I was told?” She lunged a few more times at the head Doom Lord. “I was told that my dad kicked your butt! I have nothing to do with that! I was built long after you were sent to Awntawp!” Charmy watched the verbal and physical onslaught with total and visible confusion.

“That's impossible! You do know that your other father, Richard, has been fighting a war with us since long before recorded history, right? It's a war that has been passed down from generation to generation of Princess Unikitty's bloodline.” Charmy returned to the fight just in time to be whipped against the wall by a magical flick of Master Doom's wrist.

“I'll tell you what my father has told me. He told me of a kingdom long ago. He told me about the friends he made, the prince and princess he guided.” Kit did not stop lunging at Master Doom. “He never told me about you. He did tell me about Master Frown and Brock. Just not you.”

“He only told you about that weakling?” Doom used her magic to throw Charmy and Kit into each other. It took them so much longer to get up, the battle taking its toll. Kit got up and rushed at Doom again with her father's rapier.

“My parents never told me anything important relating to their past! I always assumed it was because they wanted to think more about the future, but I don't even know anymore!” Kit kept up her onslaught, feeling her frustrations blossom deep within her. “None of this matters anyway! It's not like they loved me any less because they didn't tell me anything important!”

Charmy steeled her gaze as she swung Dawnbringer above her head to strike at Master Doom. “Actually, I feel that the kingdom before the Unikingdom was really important to know.” Charmy pointed out.

“Your more juvenile father never deserved the life he was given, Catherine.” Doom magically pushed both Kit and Charmy into the wall once more. “Once I'm done with you, that pathetic excuse for a minifigure will finally be wiped from history as the hero and be known only as the villain of the story. He will not be missed.”

For a moment, Kit and Charmy did not get up. Something within Kit began to course through her very being, a deep anger she never felt she would feel. Almost by instinct, Kit's right hand wrapped around the horseshoe pendant Ken had given her. Somehow this gave her strength, amplifying her rage. She got to her feet once more, glaring daggers into Doom. Charmy could feel the heat coming off of the strange teenager and scrambled to her feet as well. Kit’s knuckles cracked as she clenched her left hand tightly around her father's rapier.

“I'm getting tired of hearing you talk crap about my dad!” She rushed at Master Doom, dropping the rapier as she moved. It felt like an aura of pink and green streamed from the tip of her knuckles as she pulled her arm back. “HE DID WHAT HE COULD TO BE BETTER THAN HE WAS!”

Doom tried to run, reopening the rift she had come into Foundation Prime through with a wave of her hand. She didn't go far before something tripped her just before she could step through. All she could register was that the offending object was something long and hard, the tip vaguely reminding her of a bubble wand. It seemed infuriatingly familiar.

Doom barely had time to react to the object's origin as the girl’s fist connected with her back, the force of a punch backed with the anger and stress of the whole journey breaking her into pieces. Kit fell to the ground, tears flowing down her cheek.

Wordlessly, Kit got up and grabbed the baseplate.

“What the heck was all that?” Charmy grabbed Master Apocalypse almost instinctively. “You. You stay.” She watched Kit flip through the previously discarded instruction book to figure out how to get the world she wanted out of the plate.

“It won't matter. Once she's done…” He took a breath. “I'll be back on Awntawp with… her.” That one word held more disappointment and pain than he probably anticipated could be detected.

“That makes things easy, I think.” Kit said, tiredly and without looking up. “And I'm going to meet you there. I want to see my dad after all this.” She glanced at Charmy. “I'll call you later, OK?

[2offayyo-kzt]

ib : @imagovampireversion

[mundifinis]

i know wwdits s5 just ended and most of us are happy about it but like i still feel there is room to critique on how just badly the female characters are written.

literally the first 3 seasons, nadja is quite literally the only main female character. the only other side characters that pop up more than an episode are jenna and charmaine. the only female relationship that nadja has is quite literally with the ghost version of herself and then jenna (but then she dips after the first season).

then season 4 happens and while we get the guide and nadja, the fact it took 4 seasons for there to be another main female character and an actual main female relationship is just horrendous. but even that doesn't make up for how bad the atrocity that is the character marwa.

yes, marwa's character is meant to show how truly fucked up nandor is but if marwa is quite literally the third main female character for that show, i don't think that's the time to fuck up on that representation and use her as a plot device. marwa quite literally has all her autonomy and free-will taken away and then her arc ends with her, a woman of color (and the only one besides guillermo's mother that makes more than one reoccurrence) being turned into a white man. if you were on wwdits twt at least, you know there was a fair amount of (rightful) backlash against that horrendous decision but nothing can change the fact that someone thought that was a good decision and no one in the writer's room felt the need to be like "hey this is a bad idea"

and in season 5, yes the prime focus is on guillermo and nandor and how the former was turned into a vampire and how the latter would react but nadja is still a main character on the show. they could've showed how she connects with the women of little antipaxos or even continue her relationship with the guide from season 4. i know this part does get addressed in the finale but also nadja quite literally says she wants more female friends and the guide is right there and yes it's supposed to be a bit but it quite literally is such an ooc for nadja considering prior the guide, she welcomes most women that she sees and even helps those that are getting treated badly by men.

so nadja treats the guide horribly and ignores her and it's all for the sake of what? the guide getting fed up and locking her (and the other vampires) up so nandor can find about guillermo being a vampire because of course female relationships have to uplift the men in some way.

anyways, that's all. call me reaching. call the lack of female characters to be a satire or whatnot-- i just think that it's a bit fucked up.

[mattslolita]

psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( 003. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

news reporters and police officers swarmed the entrance to somerville high school — even with madison riding next to her in officer levine's police car, charmaine still wished she would be swallowed whole by the earth. there was no way she could stand all that.

madison bit her lip as she drummed her fingers along the door, and charmaine could see the girl visibly shaking. she looked up and saw officer levine give both girls a sympathetic smile. "i know it's gonna be difficult for you girls, but you'll be safer here at school."

"yeah, unless we get accused for murder," madison scoffed quietly, glancing over at charmaine, "honestly, there's no way people aren't gonna mob us."

"they've got me on speed dial in case someone does," officer levine reassured the girls. charmaine looked up then, a tired half smile on her face.

"thanks, officer," the older girl mumbled, turning to look at madison, "let's just get this over with, okay?"

madison nodded hesitantly, and both girls hurriedly stepped outside the police the car — no sooner than a minute later just after madison linked her arm with charmaine's the two girls got overran by all the reporters.

"what was the attack like?"

"who attacked you? do you know who it was?"

"did one of you kill morgan maldonado?"

"did you team up to kill her?"

charmaine felt her blood boil at the comment — she was about to lash out right then and there, let every report there have it. but then she saw her friend group hurrying to approach the two girls, causing her nerves to slow just slightly.

charmaine felt her breathing begin to shallow as chris, matt, nick, and alahna all came up to the two girls. noticing her panic, chris was quick to whisk the girl to the side so she could calm herself down. "char, i need you to breathe for me."

looking up at chris, charmaine felt herself slowly beginning to calm as his azure eyes looked into hers worriedly. he steadied her with both his hands on her waist. when charmaine looked past chris though, she could see the eyes of almost all the student body on her. and she began to feel even worse when she saw they were also looking at madison — tears brimmed her eyes.

"hey, it's okay," chris whispered to the girl, pulling her into a hug, holding her close, "i'm so glad you're okay."

"i'm glad madi's okay," charmaine mumbled into chris's shoulder, letting out a breath, "i can't believe morgan's gone."

charmaine pulled away from chris, wiping away at the tears that escaped her eyes. "how're you feeling? i'm so sorry morgan's gone..."

chris's eyes went downcast and her took a grim expression, and the brunette boy shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "me either. we were supposed to go to prom together and everything..."

charmaine's heart ached for her best friend — although she was in love with chris, she knew that morgan made him so happy. she was their number one supporter, and she would always be the one who'd try and resolve it whenever they got into a fight. charmaine was so sad that now she wouldn't get to see them grow together — even if she did wish it was her chris could've grown with.

"oh char," alahna said, coming up towards charmaine and pulling her into a big hug, "i'm so glad you're safe, baby."

"yeah, me too i guess," charmaine said, hugging alahna back tightly, "i'm just glad you weren't there."

"hey, it's my turn now!" nick said, motioning for alahna to let go, causing the curtis girl to roll her eyes and step aside as nick moved to hug her, "i'm so sorry, char."

"it's okay, nick," charmaine said, smiling softly.

"and now everyone's gonna be looking at us like we're criminals," madison scoffed, shaking her head and looking around.

and of course, everyone was staring at the two girls — the whispers weren't so subtle, and charmaine wished she could punch the shit out of everyone. but she knew that wasn't gonna change anything.

"hey, we know you two are innocent," matt said with a frown, rubbing madison's back comfortingly, "especially you madi, you couldn't hurt a fly."

"truth, i've had to kill plenty of bugs for her whenever we hang out," nick added, causing madison to roll her eyes playfully and hit nick's chest.

"we've been best friends for too long for me to ever think any different of you, charm," alahna said, smiling at charmaine softly. 

"well, i'm glad you believe me, lans," charmaine smiled weakly, letting out a sigh, "i just wish everyone else could've been there to know the truth."

as the triplets and alahna attempted to comfort the girls, charmaine couldn't help but notice that chris hadn't left her side once — it was like he was rooted in his spot there, and charmaine could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the thought; even though madison was his best friend too, it was like chris was mostly worried about charmaine.

"listen, the bell's about to ring," chris suddenly whispered to charmaine, "you wanna head to class?"

taken aback by the sudden action, charmaine's cheeks warmed and she nodded. "yeah, i guess so. i'll see you guys later."

"yeah, see you later, char," matt said softly, pulling his best friend into a side hug. "just text any of us if you need someone to skip with you, okay?"

"yeah," charmaine said, giving matt a small smile, "thanks matt."

the second oldest triplet smiled at the girl, as chris and her began walking away from the group. charmaine hoped either nick or matt would walk madison to class, being that alahna and madison aren't as close yet, and she didn't want there to be tension between them. charmaine met alahna and the triplets before she met madison, so naturally she was closer to alahna — but she loved both the girls the same regardless, and she hoped they could get along with each other.

the walk to their class started off silent, until charmaine caught chris sneaking glances at her. "okay, what is it, chris?"

chris sighed, fully turning to charmaine, both of them having stopped in the hallway. chris ran a hand through his hair again. "i'm just really sorry i couldn't be there for you, chari."

charmaine caught herself smiling at the use of the nickname — whilst everyone else either called her char or even charm, only chris had ever called her chari, which was the combination of her first and middle name. it made her feel special in a way, especially since he never had any nicknames like that for morgan.

"it's better you weren't there, actually," charmaine laughed humorlessly, "otherwise that's another friend i would've lost."

"oh, so are you saying i can't protect you?" chris joked with a grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes playfully, "i'm a lacrosse player, i could easily beat his ass."

charmaine laughed. "mhm, playing lacrosse doesn't make you strong, chris!"

both teens laughed before a serious expression took over chris's face, and he folded his arms across his chest, looking down at charmaine — she raised an eyebrow at him as he narrowed his eyes at her slightly. "you do know i'm always gonna be there, right charmaine?"

charmaine should not be finding what chris is doing attractive, but she does — after all, morgan's not here anymore. wow, she was so horrible for even thinking something like that. she was a horrible friend.

"yeah, i know, chris," charmaine answered slowly, glancing up at him, unable to maintain the eye contact.

"okay."

as the two teens continued walking with each other, charmaine couldn't stop pondering on their moment they shared just now — of course, it was only something between really close friends. there was nothing more that lingered there, and charmaine needed to remind herself of that.

when they reached charmaine's first class, she sighed and stopped at the door, turning to face chris. he looked down at her with a small grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes. "i'll see you later, chris."

pulling the boy into one last hug for the time being, she hurriedly walked into her first class of the day. all the while, with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door frame, chris had watched the girl's every movement, never taking his eyes off of her. charmaine sat down in her seat and set her bag beside her, and she ran a hand through her hair just then. chris's jaw ticked at the looks she received, and he knew that she'd probably need to get away from them all soon — charmaine looked towards the door and saw chris still there; when she gave him a reassuring smile, is when he finally decided to walk away from where he was head to his own classroom.

💌 lil

i'm giggling i love overprotective chris🤭 a little bit jealous chris in the next part😏

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// 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕦𝕤, 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥. //

𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕋𝕊

FULL NAME . charmaine aquino estrada NICKNAMES/ALIASES . cha (sha), char BIRTHDAY .  march 12th AGE . twenty-eight GENDER . cis-woman PRONOUNS . she/her ORIENTATION . pansexual panromantic  FAMILY .  carmelita aquino (mother), kadar estrada (father), haliya estrada (sister) OCCUPATION . go-go dancer @ heaven’s night, aspiring actress in neo hollywood MARKINGS/TATTOOS . a heart tattoo on her left rib PIERCINGS . double lobe piercings, cartilage piercing on her right ear HEIGHT . 5’2

ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕐

POSITIVE TRAITS . adaptable, aspiring, compassionate, curious, optimistic, personable, self-reliant  NEGATIVE TRAITS . naive, uncritical, wishful, escapist, impulsive LANGUAGES . english, tagalog, french EDUCATION . high school diploma MORAL ALIGNMENT . neutral good DEADLY SIN . envy HEAVENLY VIRTUE . diligence ZODIAC . pisces sun, taurus moon,  PARALELLS. penny (dr. horrible), jane eyre (jane eyre), jane bennet (pride & prejudice), sailor venus (sailor moon)

𝔸𝔹𝕆𝕌𝕋

There is nothing extraordinary about your existence. [ You continue reiterating this to yourself long after the events that unfold. A coping mechanism of sorts. ] Your mother works as a journalist and your father a mechanic. You interest in acting begins at a young age, enthralled by the old movies that would come across your family's living room T.V., eventually seeking them out yourself when you're old enough. You get along with your older sister as much as one can when you're that close in age.

Your mother disappears one day. You weren't old enough to remember the events directly, depending on the relayed information from your sister and father. She's here one day, and then she's not. The last time she's seen is leaving the headquarters of the publication she works for. There was no reason to believe she wouldn't return home that day, her father assured her and her sister time and time again. Best (or worst?) case scenario is that she's abandoned you, worst case scenario is that something beyond her control has happened to her.

Your family and the community search the ends of the earth for her, but the case eventually goes cold. Your life and the lives of your family are meant to continue on, but it feels nearly impossible with the gaping void left in your mother's absence. You imagined one day you'd finish school, attend some sort of fancy acting college on a full ride scholarship, and make it big in Neo Hollywood.

But you needed out. You do your best to emotionally support both your father and your sister, but you know deep down that the changes that have occurred within all of you are too much for you to bear. You manage to land a job as a go-go dancer, saving up to secure a place of your own, and using your spare time to refine your acting skills and attend auditions.

You can nearly smell your big break. A small speaking role on daytime television turns into something more promising when a lead actress abandons the role in a huff. You're reveling in the excitement of your new role, and completing your yearly health screenings, when it's brought to your attention that you've been encrypted with a chip of sorts, one that is well hidden enough to be overlooked by the average doctor. It's also one too advanced for any "expert" to decrypt you're able to make contact with as a civilian.

It doesn't take long for you to realize who is responsible. Your father eventually fesses up that your mother wasn't just an average journalist, but an investigative journalist, and one who was on the verge of her big break. When she disappeared, as did everything she'd most recently uncovered. It's a difficult pill the swallow, the sort of information you could be harboring within you, and you're torn between what feels like your duty to carry out [ one you resent your mother for thrusting upon you, a woman you never met ], and what is the semblance of normalcy you've managed to craft for yourself. 

[findafight]

hiii so i just saw a post where you were answering an anon and you said you had a lavender marriage stobin au, one where children break into their house and then get adopted (??), and one where steve has a half sister. if it’s not too much trouble can i have the links for those fics cause they seem rlly interesting and i would love to read all of that? thanks!! - 💜

haha Sure! here are the tags big brother steve au

and Hollywood Studio Era Lavender Marriage Stobin au

but also. I will elaborate under the readmore for Lavender's Blue because I haven't said anything about The Children and I love them so so much haha

They eloped right after Robin graduated, 1936, and end up leaving hawkins in fall of that year, after more than a year has passed since the upside down (in this au, everything is 50 years ealier and it's done after s3 and also hop isn't dead) They get a ground floor apartment in a sketchy part of LA. It's kinda shitty, has all of three rooms (bedroom, livingroom/kitchen, and somehow a private bathroom) Steve is working as a server at a diner and as a sort of gofer/physical labour/just do what we tell you to for the day guy at the same studio Robin rambled her way into being an editing assistant at.

He comes home one day in early 1937 to find a kid, no older than eight, eating a hunk of bread at the table. The child says "you should probably invest in better window locks." Before going back to the bread.

Steve blinks. Huffs. Says "well don't you think it's rather rude to stay for dinner without introducing yourself?"

Which is how Robin finds him with Charmaine, all seven years and 40 pounds of her, eating beans and corn on bread at the table with Steve. She just sighs, because of course he'd acquire another child less than six months away from Hawkins. Of course.

So it becomes routine, Sherry (as Steve has taken to calling her) shows up every few days for a meal or a bath, and slowly they learn that she's an orphan (unsurprising) and is living with a few other street kids who fell through the many wide cracks the Great Depression caused. Robin immediately invites them all to come over, have Steve cook up a nice big pot of chili for them and get them all washed up a bit. Sherry seems weary, but says she'll see.

At this point, it's spring 1937 and Steve's been asked to do a couple walk-on parts, and the studio seems to like his All-America look so is starting to shift him from "guy who does stuff we ask" to "guy who does stuff we ask but in front of the camera this time", which means he's getting a raise and can probably quit the diner job soon, and he and Robin can start looking for a better apartment but don't want to move without letting their newest gremlin know and making sure she's safe.

The next day sees Sherry and the kids she calls her siblings, five altogether, mismatched skin tone and heights and ages, standing outside Steve and Robin's apartment door fumbling with the key Steve gave her in case she needed to get in when they're not there.

One is clearly a toddler being held by a young teenager, another has a visible limp, and they all look dirty and scared. But they came, because Sherry said the Buckleys are actually half decent and invited them all, and Robin said they were welcome to stay whenever and Steve gave her a key, so they obviously won't get in trouble and they can always leave early because she knows their schedules. Steve stumbles home after a double shift at the diner to find them sprawled on the living room floor, bundled in blankets, asleep.

He tucks them in and is sure to make enough eggs in the morning.

After that...they just. Don't leave. Robin and Steve have a lot of talks about what to do about the kids, if they should move, how to ask the kids if they want to move in if they DO move.

Robin is getting more responsibility at work, Steve's being looked at for a role alongside Mae West that isn't a gangster (it's a lead romantic interest), and The Kids are becoming more Their Kids. The tiny shitty apartment is crawling with kids and eventually they sit everyone down and say "Hey. We need to move if you guys want to stay with us. Do you want to stay with us? We could, if you wanted, officially adopt you..."

So they do. Steve gets the part, playing a young sailor who falls in love with older married socialite Mae West, and his career really starts. (it has an infamous scene in which West stands on steps, looking down on Steve, who looks up at her, all big eyes and floppy hair. She says, with that famous Mae West drawl, "I'll devour you, kid." to which he says, breathless, "Please do." which barely gets passed the censors) They get a bigger apartment, the kids officially move in, and everyone at the studio realizes that the buckleys have a couple of tagalong kids now. The fanmags eat. it. up.

[tetsunabouquet]

TWP 2nd Teaser

When Ash's chinchilla gets to introduce herself to everyone- From left to right - Charmain Meow, Church, Shadowcat and Irene. But who is Shadowcat? And why are they all gathered at Magnus' place? Continue reading my TWP fanfic and you'll find out! Wether this is a scene from book 1 or the later books- my lips are sealed. Masterpost