#I am just a jerk who juggles.

[jugglejerk]

getting back into playing stardew and I still cannot understand how every. single. person. that I have talked to about this game irl has hated Elliott at FIRST GLANCE

[hey-august]

I want to play with Buggys balls a lil, idk, I don’t have an elegant intro to this is just want to squeeze em a little, give em a little kiss you feel me?

Buggy just seems like the sort of guy who’s be really into that, thinks it’s sexy as fuck to see someone lick a big stripe from his scrotum up to his cock, just to dip down again and gently suck at the soft skin again. Gives him a fucking ego trip, probably gets a bit bossy during as well, tells you to suck harder or softer, to really get them in your mouth, to look him in the eye, so he can see the little sparkle in yours when he asks you if he tastes good or if you’re enjoying yourself down there, and you answer with an affirmative, adoring nod.

But even just during a more vanilla playtime I feel he��d be so for it, your warm hand is on his dick and your lips on his and you’re just lazily jerking him off, a nice, slow end to a hard day, and suddenly you dip a bit lower and he just shakily exhales into the kiss, before a hand clasps over yours and he squeezes both your and his hand around his sack , guiding you and encouraging you to keep playing with them like that. Idc. I wanna play with Buggys balls.

😋I am in the mood for some buggy balls. Juggling balls. Soft, wonderful clown balls.

It's a weird power-trip thing for Buggy - to see you on your knees and worshipping his sack. Your mouth is busy sucking and kissing with a gentle ferocity while his heavy cock rests on your face. It's so fucking lewd and an absolute work of art.

Sometimes it's not about what you do down there. It's just having you there. His hand on the back of your head, pushing your face into the soft skin, just to watch it press against your face. Fuck, sometimes he wants to cum just like that. Just with your whole fucking face massaging his nuts while he jacks off right above you.

And absolutely yes to simply caressing them. Fondling them just to hear him gasp and melt into your touch.

But Buggy balls are not just for sex and steamy moments. He is literal putty in your hands when you touch him juuuuust right when you two are lounging together. If you cradle his balls in your hand - for no reasons other than to touch him, hold him, and make him feel comfortable - Buggy falls in love with you all over again. It's so fucking sweet to him. (And reaaaaal sexy, of course.)

[chunkymonkey]

thanks, @cawyden-gaming, for tagging me. I'm not much of a writer, but I'll make up for the lack of fics to talk about with some tangential yapping.

How many works do you have on ao3? Six. Had a bunch on other platforms, rip. I was quite active in 2006-2013 on fanfiction.net ('member that one?), then i just dropped out of all the fandoms because I had to juggle two jobs on top of getting my master's in a completely different field (going from biochem to German studies - lol, I wish could travel back in time and hit myself in the head). RT is my first fandom in a veeeeeeery long time.

What’s your total ao3 word count? 13k. I prefer one-shots (both reading and writing).

What are your top five fics by kudos? All of them, except for the sixth one.

What fandoms do you write for? Rogue Trader.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to because if someone went through the trouble of writing a comment, I feel like I should repay them by responding. Tbh, I'm one of the few people who actually prefer kudos to comments - I get that dopamine surge without having to make any additional effort. I hate making effort.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The Secret in His Eyes: Heinrix fixes his body, but not his self-image.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Like a Moth to the Flame: they’ll bang real soon, just after a short trip to Commorragh.

Do you get hate on fics? Nope.

Do you write smut? Nope. All I’ve got is some depraved hand-kissing and some hardcore hand-holding. I even managed to make the obligatory "Heinrix jerks off pathetic style" fic not smutty at all. I am the smut killer.

Do you write crossovers? Nope. Sounds like too much effort.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Who would even want them, honestly?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yep, many years ago. It was a Robespierre/Desmoulins fic which I wrote with a girl from the historical rp forum I frequented. I'm still in awe that I was never bullied in school.

What’s your all-time favourite ship? I hate choosing just one. It gives me turbo anxiety. So, here’s the full list:

Kondo Isami/Hijikata Toshizo (yes, historical RPS)

Maximilien Robespierre/Camille Desmoulins (yes, historical RPS again - I am a delight at parties and have many friends)

Clodius Pulcher/Clodia (digging my own grave here, completely unprompted)

Alistair/Amell, Tabris/Nelaros, DAO Cullen/Amell (unrequited)

Vimes/Vetinari; Carrot/Angua

Heinrix/RT, Calcazar/Heinrix

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? As I said, I like one-shots: a nice little scene pops into my mind, and I write 1500 words about it. The Knight is my first multi-chapter fic, and tbh, I already feel a bit out of fuel.

What are your writing strengths? Speed. I get an idea, and my fingers just start flying over the keyboard.

What are your writing weaknesses? Proofreading. Once published, I frantically edit the most glaring mistakes, but then I almost never re-read what I wrote.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? As a rule, I write in English. I'm not that used to writing long texts in Russian. I'm not particularly good at writing in English either, mind you, but it comes easily because I’ve had to do it every day for years. Actually, there was one fic I wrote in Russian precisely because of this - I felt like I could no longer write anything longer than a text message in my own bloody native language. It was a brave effort and I did not enjoy making it.

First fandom you wrote for? My first Shinsengumi fic and my first Discworld fic were written about two days apart, in glorious 2006.

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? That brothel Heinrix/Elvia AU. I was also quite proud of my Granny Weatherwax fics back in the day. Not sure what my thoughts would be now. I also wrote an absolutely deranged fic about Elven gods and the creation of the Archdemons in the style of The Silmarillion (it was my only contribution to DA fandom). I still remember it fondly.

@vspin @icasticonoclast @eregar Your turn :)

[tulsa-town]

In Defense of Pharma

Guys I'm really tired of seeing ppl shit on Pharma solely for the incident with Ambulon. Seeing people defend Ratchet against him. Tired of people being awful to him because of things he couldn't control. People will really support the toxic ones because of the simple fact they are a popular character that everyone loves. I'm tired of pretending I like Ratchet (I adored TFA and G1 only). I don't. He's an awful guy when you look at the case with Pharma. And personally I just don't find him interesting like other characters. Ratchet fucking ruined Pharma pre-Delphi. He was this sweet guy who did his best and I strongly believe Pharma may have BPD, so that only makes what Ratchet did so much WORSE. The way Pharma attached to Ratchet reminds me of one with their FP (Favorite Person). He believed so much in Ratchet, looked up to him, considered him one of his closest friends, his FP if you will. He cared deeply about Ratchet, and it deeply affected him when he just up and fucking left without a proper goodbye. And so began a long fucking chain of him getting fucked over. Another point that gets used against him was the virus he unleashed, that wasn't his fucking fault. Tarn was pressuring him. He was stuck in an incredibly hard point. The DJD would after him if he didn't feed Tarn's addiction, he'd still be fucked even witht he fact he did it. Pharma gets stuck in the middle of nowhere with two people he doesn’t care for, and one of them is a direct target of the group blackmailing him into killing patients. There was nothing he could have done to make the situation better. And I fucking find it such BULLSHIT that First AId went to Ambulons side rather than Pharmas DESPITE THE FUCKING FACT Amublon is a ex-con, he could very well have been conspiring with Sonic and Boom. The fact Pharma got immediately blamed pisses me off. He was just doing his job, trying to keep his job, and juggle his issues with Ratchet appearing. His FP that fucking abandoned him. This is a STRONG example of how mental illness can fuck oneself over. As someone with BPD, I heavily relate to Pharma, so I am very defensive over this (no shit I'm writing a whole thing defending him). I understand his panic. His stress. The need to prove himself. A case too is with the incident of Ambulon. Yes, the way he handled the situation was awful, but think about it. He wanted to prove himself, to prove he was better than the asshole who left him behind. So how does he do it? Give a prompt to Ratchet that he KNOWS he can't fix, prove that Ratchet is not as good as he thinks he is. And as for Tryest, it's another situation of lose/lose. I didn't pay much attention to that bit of the story but I can say that Pharma was dealing with that whole 'I need to prove im better than these jerks so everyone will like me and need me' BPD mess he has going on. A person with BPD often seeks validation from others, needing FPs to love them and respect only them, which is why he usually claims himself as the best medic. He needs the validation, that boost to his fragile ego that is crumbling with every second. Plus Tyrest promised him a place in the forged only world he was planning. It made him feel valid and needed. He chased that feeling. And then Ratchet came along and started to derail his mind. Leading him to do something that ultimately painted him in a bad light. And he proved he was stronger within the Lost Light comics. Issue 4 showed him hurtingTyrest in such a fashion that not even the best medic, not even his "beloved Ratchet" (his words, not mine), could figure out how he caused so much damage. He was pissed off. He was having a split. He was damaged. I believe we should focus more on the goods of a character, the compexity of their issues, rather than honing on one specific thing that was not that big of a fucking deal. This fandom is awful with painting certain characters as awful awful people for simple issues that can be explained very easily. NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUUUUSE ME. I'm going to take a moment to nap because I am so frustrated and overstimulated and angry rn.

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! Maybe some Hawke & alistair being sassy friends (or more, w/e floats your goat) with ❛you’re lucky you’re cute.❜

Happy Fridayyyyyyyyyyy Kia!!!! Have a bit of sassy not-quite friends in a Modern AU slice of life moment set in the Sparkleverse.

for @dadrunkwriting

The woman had walked past Alistair so fast that he’d barely had time to stand, then barged right into the Commander’s office like she belonged here.

"Serah, he's in —"

By the time he made it to the door, it was swinging shut in his face. He reached for the knob, but a static spark zapped his fingers as the little "do not disturb" light blinked on next it. Okaaaay, then.

He went back to his chair and stared at the phone on his desk, waiting for the panic alarm to go off. It didn't. No one shouted, and when he got up to peek down the hall, everything seemed fine that way too.

He sat back down again, then got up to to press his ear to the door, straining to hear anything while pushing the guilt down for eavesdropping. I'm just making sure he's safe.

The paranoia of being caught forced him back to his seat a third time, where he drummed his fingers on the desk restlessly.

After a few uneasy minutes (long enough to choke a man, his brain supplied unhelpfully), she walked back out while absently juggling a key one-handed . The Acting Commander was still in his chair, still working, and looked irritated, but unharmed.

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

She stopped and turned. “Oh?”

Shit, I said that out loud. He shuffled his papers around an cleared his throat. It was true, of course: she was incredibly cute. Built like an athlete, short dark hair, and hazel eyes that flashed with sharp humor, like she was already laughing inside at a joke no one else had seen yet.

But saying it out loud was incredibly in poor taste. Especially when she’d just waltzed into the Commander’s office without an appointment or an escort or anything. Who in the void had that kind of clearance?

“Sorry, I was talking to… um. My dog.”

She cocked her head and leaned against the wall, twirling the key on her thumb. “Your dog.”

He offered a panicked grin and tried to talk his way out of the situation he’d talked himself into. “Well, it’s not my dog, it’s my friend’s dog.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, who has a dog — Liss! He fumbled with his cellphone to find the last picture she’s posted. “Best dog I ever met, but an absolute terrorist when he’s bored.”

She moved closer to sit on the edge of the desk. “And you were talking him,” she repeated, playing along and not believing a word he said. “Just now.”

“Errrrr, a picture of him, yes,” Alistair lied. “Because he’s lucky he’s—”

“Cute, right.” The key continued to spin on her finger, and they were such lovely fingers too, so lovely it took three revolutions before he saw what key it was. It had a custom designed head that he’d only seen once before: a red hawk with flared wings.

“Where’d you get that?” he asked.

She grinned and jerked her thumb back toward the Commander's office. "Ask him. Now, about this dog? This very cute dog you were talking to?" She fluttered her eyes. "Can I see him?"

The jig was up. He slid the phone to her wordlessly with a photo of Weisschnauzer on the screen. He was not, in fact, a cute dog. He was an unholy combination of wiry long hair that stuck out at all angles, jagged teeth that protruded around his lips, a tongue too long for his mouth, mismatched ears (one of which was always inside out), and had only three legs.

"Hm." She slid off the desk. "Tell Liss I said hi."

"What?" he asked, the shook his head and grabbed her wrist. "No, I don't even know you are, and that's the Acting Commander’s car keys, you can't just -"

The intercom crackled to life. "At ease, Recruit."

Alistair let go of her like he'd been burned. "Sir, she's got your -"

"I am all too aware of what she possesses, and what she can do it it."

She ruffled his hair, the hopped off the desk. “You’re lucky you’re cute. See you around, Al.”

Journey belongs to @dismalzelenka 💜💜💜

[bluespiritshonour]

NGL Batman sometimes reads like The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas (or Brothers Karamazov, whatever you please)

Like, in order to keep saving the city Batman needs a child to demean and abuse and take his emotional frustrations out on. The cost would be paid by those children so Batman can go out and be a hero (selfless? Ha, selfless!)

And no, I'm not coming at it from the child soldier angle. It's fiction, I can suspend my disbelief.

But when canon comics themselves hate the concept of Robin and write storyline after storyline focusing on loss of innocence (Jason Todd dying; Tim Drake losing his whole world—Grayson was spared because he wasn't Robin any longer—but soon enough they were retroactively injecting that shit into his backstory (Robin: Year One and many others that I can't care to list)—so yeah, kinda hard to keep my disbelief suspended when canon is trying to shake me into ✨rEaLiSm✨

It's really funny to see them try to juggle gritty realism and also keep Batman a hero. Like, I can suspend my disbelief that a benevolent billionaire exists—but, uh, it looks like the creators have a thing against suspension of disbelief.

But even then, it's not about the Robins being child soldiers. Golden Age comics never treated Robin as child endangerment—it was just Bruce who was simply a jerk. Dick had abandonment issues and really low standards of parental affection and none of it had to do with being Robin. It was Bruce's shitty parenting.

But I am speaking of it as in, Batman has infinite patience for random kids on the streets but not those in his tutelage—the way he loves only in death (dead people don't need emotional labour from you; neither do kids that don't really depend on you)

And more often than not, one of these kids has been dealt a far worse hand by life than Batman has ever had. And he still has the gall (the writers and DC and everyone else) still have the gall to pretend his tragedy is the greatest.

He lost his parents! So did countless other superheroes; if anything he was more fortunate than most.

Fans love to say Dick Grayson was everything positive in his life and changed him for the better—and so does canon sometimes—but that's simply not true. (If it is, why don't you ever see it play out fully? The only time I ever saw it happen was in Lego Batman)

He doesn't love Grayson enough to change for him, if anything, he just found a kid that he can lean on emotionally and give nothing in return. As a result he was slightly better adjusted. Introduced him to the vigilante lifestyle not because he thought it was good for him (in most cases it was) but because he himself was lonely. In this way, he gets to have companionship and not do the emotional labour that's required of a father.

He doesn't love anyone enough to change for them: his kids, his friends, his lovers. He's only ever capable of loving in death.

(The exception, again, being Andrea Beaumont from Mask of the Phantasm; the only time I ever felt bad for Batman and actually liked him)

But then, what's one movie in the face of more than 80 years of canon?

It's really funny to see.

“He makes so many personal sacrifices”—well, he does take out the frustration of it on those that he's supposed to look after and care for or he'll go off the rails...so? Your point?

It is Omelas.

[onceuponalegendbg]

Alright, so. I've had some time. Let's see if I can gather my thoughts.

I always have this problem with series finales. This feeling that I wanted so much more than the show was able or willing to give. I think it's because I just don't like the idea that shows have to end, even if I know that they obviously should. I had that feeling with most shows I've watched that did end up reaching their natural conclusions. So trying to separate that knee-jerk response from my genuine feelings is a bit of a hassle.

I think a lot of my complaints really just boil down to the old tried and true 'we needed more time' honestly. Or things I'd rather have spent time on than what they did. I understand, for instance, that the hextech/arcane was central to the main plot, but honestly I was way more invested in the personal dramas than whatever was going on with that. And that's not really the shows fault, that's just my preference.

This one might be divisive but I think there were too many music video segments. Don't get me wrong, it was all great but... it also just felt like maybe we didn't need two in every episode. I think in the first season only eps 7 and 9 had more than one song (technically episode 1 as well if you count Powder singing at the beginning).

I still don't like Jayce. ....I couldn't tell you why I'm so apathetic to him, I just am. Every time he's on screen I can feel myself checking out. It's wild.

Let's see.... I think that's it....

Okay, so on to the good stuff. Honestly it's more of the same from season 1: The animation, the music, the characters, the story, the way each act was designed specifically to hurt me personally for some reason.

Jinx's arc especially was so fascinating to watch over these two seasons. They really took some turns with her I couldn't have called and I think they nailed it. She's not dead, by the way. I'm willing to bet money on that.

I love Vi and Cait, both together and as individuals. As someone with younger siblings, Vi's relationship with Jinx was enthralling. Imagining being put in any of those scenarios really just broke my heart and made me want to hug all of my siblings. Vi in a lot of ways was cursed like Jinx. Every good thing she tried to do, every attempt to fix something, to hold on to something, was usually violently torn from her. Vi has such a big heart, and watching it get stomped on over and over was not fun.

And Cait. Oh my girl Caitlyn. She is definitely an element of the story I think needed just a bit more time. I'm not gonna sit here and say that the writers handled her return from hell perfectly. There's definitely some hurdles we jumped two at a time, but I also think they left enough for the audience to pick up on that it's not entirely jarring. As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, her having a few months to distance herself from the immediate fallout of Cass' death probably did help with perspective, and then it was just a matter of finding a way to break off from Ambessa without getting killed all while still wanting Jinx dead. There's a lot of complicated emotions and logistics that needed to be juggled with her storyline this season but overall... I think I'm okay with it. It's not my favorite storyline this season (despite being the one I was most looking forward to going in) but it's good. I see it. I get it.

Ekko, my underappreciated king and ultimate best boy. I love this kid so much. He's never done anything wrong in his life, ever, and I will die on this hill. ....No but for real, I love Ekko and I wish he could have been in the show more.

Mel was also a surprise hit for me. I liked her in season 1, no doubt, already in the first act of this season I could not wait to see how it was all going to play out with her mom. While her storyline was obviously setting up for future installments in this world, I got to say, seeing her go all out was fantastic.

You want to know who I genuinely did not expect to fall in love with so much this season? Sevika. My girl. Again, I liked her in season 1, but she really stepped up this season and every scene with her (and Jinx) had my rapt attention. Sneaky fav of the show goes to Sevika.

I don't really have many thoughts on Viktor. I'm not apathetic to him like Jayce but I also just... wasn't entirely interested in his plotline. Like I said earlier, the hextech/arcane stuff wasn't my focus and that's essentially a lot of what his story was. The visuals with him were gorgeous though.

So, yeah. I really loved this show. It's not perfect, not even season 1 was perfect, but with how much time and effort and ambition was put into this thing, I'd say the crew have something they can truly be proud of. I had a good time, and for me that's all that actually matters.

[literaticat]

Hi Jennifer!

Querying a picture book at the moment. After so many rejections, how do I know if it’s just agent preference and market trends or if there is something wrong with my submission? I am apart of critique groups, have solicited editors and have revised, no one has pointed out anything major. Feeling anxious about it all. Thank you!

Yeah, the problem is, there isn't really a WAY to know. If you were querying a novel, you'd kinda know, because if it wasn't getting any full requests, you could probably surmise that there might be something off about the query itself or the sample pages, but of course, with a PB, you are likely including the whole ms as the "sample" so if you are getting declines, you can't tell if it's just "not right for them" or there's something else going on.

Unfortunately, I don't know a work-around about that except what you're already doing -- sharing the work with trusted readers, etc.

I'm going to make a suggestion you probably won't like, and I'm so sorry in advance, and I will no doubt regret being so open, but I do feel like it needs to be said by somebody and I guess I'm that somebody, so take it with whatever grains of salt you need to:

Consider spreading your wings beyond picture books and trying some longer form stories. By all means write picture books ALSO -- but maybe some nonfiction? Some chapter books? A MG? SOMETHING ELSE besides regular picture books.

It's not that agents don't rep and sell picture books - WE DO. However, and I cannot stress this enough, agents who rep PB have SO MANY ALREADY. SO! MANY! My current clients are giving me picture books left right and center, and I already have a devil of a time trying to juggle their submissions. Editors who do PB are inundated with submissions -- an editor recently told the agency that she has subs from 200 different agents in her inbox! (I didn't even know there WERE 200 different agents!) -- needless to say, the lion's share of these are going to be turned down, not because they are bad, but because there are only so many that can even be bought or published in a given year.

Meanwhile, when I look in my query box, I can't help but be dismayed, because 80% of it is regular fiction picture book manuscripts. And they are all fine. There's nothing particularly wrong with most of them! Maybe they are even very good!

But the chances that I'm going to be so taken with one of them that I simply MUST rep it despite all the other PB I already have on deck is, well, slim tbh. And more come in every day. And I don't want to say NO PICTURE BOOKS, because like, who knows, maybe you DO have the one that I will move heaven and earth for, so it's not like I want to close to them, but just... it's TOUGH is what I'm saying.

Whereas a killer NF pb or narrative NF for older kids? A crackerjack MG novel or chapter book series? An amazeballs YA? I yearn for them! Yeah, obviously I'm still VERY SELECTIVE about anything I'd take on, but I'd probably give any of those more of a chance at least because it would be a break in the PB mania. And I'd prefer a client to be able to do more than one kind of book, too, so if somebody had a kickass *something else* and also PB, I'd be more likely to want to take a chance on them than if they were ONLY writing PB.

Listen, maybe it's just me. (I really think it's not, but hey, maybe it is!)

I don't want to be discouraging. If you are a passionate PB person and hate the thought of doing anything else, go for it. But just know, they have to be not just good, but GREAT. Not just funny -- HILARIOUS. Not just sad -- TEAR-JERKING. Something that will stand out in an endless sea of regular PB mss.

(And if you wanted to TRYYYYYY doing something else in addition to the PB... it might not be a terrible idea!)

[the-white-soul]

If you’re going to be that petty about him, I might as well change my mind and rip up those photos after all. And don’t get too cocky. Just as I didn’t kill you, you wouldn’t be able to kill me, so your little threat doesn’t scare me. I’d dare you.

*Flowey sighs and tugs at the bottom of Frisk’s pants leg with impatience.* Look, forget it. Let’s leave so that if someone shows up, they can’t tell that we were the ones who whisked off Noelle. *He shoots a glare at Noelle.* Don’t Tell anyone what happened. You’re healed. You’re fine. There’s no fuss to whine about.

*He tugs again at Frisk.* For as long as it takes for us to get our nice cream, you gotta be nice to me. Okay? I don’t care about anyone else. Treat it like one of those “date” things! I want to try it.

(Frisk) "Player here. Frisk, you are one of the most rude people I've ever met sometimes. Frisk here. Why are you taking his side? I was literally your friend for years! Player here. If you know that, you should know that I want to improve you. I am your only father figure. I don't want to mold you into a brat!"

(Noelle) "Well you failed at that, didn't you? Look at them. They are a terrible son of a bitch!"

(Frisk) "Frisk here. Why are you all so weird about who's side to pick all the time. It's not like you all are faithful to anyone."

(Noelle) "What the hell are you talking about? Now you're literally just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks and nothing is sticking. Me and Flowey..."

(Frisk) "Flowey and me. Also Frisk here."

(Noelle) "Are you trying to be as annoying as possible?"

(Frisk) "Yes"

(Noelle) "You told me you were going to do what they told you. You are being rude."

(Frisk) "To him, not you."

(Noelle) "Flowey! Can you help me out here?"

(Frisk) "Player here! Frisk, if you want to make connections with others you have to be nice to them every once in a while. How did you get past 3 years of being the ambassador and have never learned this?"

(Noelle) "Why didn't you advise them to be nicer more often?"

(Frisk) "I'm not always here! In fact, right now I am also juggling an online job for a weird job from BSK. Sometimes I'll say something wrong but that's how the world works! We make mistakes and improve."

(Noelle) "Back to what we were talking about, can you be nice to everyone for five minutes?"

(Frisk) "Frisk here. Hate is people like Jack's language. I'm your translator. If you want this plan done correctly I need to be mean."

(Noelle) "Then be mean to a terrible person but not us."

(Frisk) "I'll be a nice person to Flowey for the time being. That's it. Player here. Who have I raised?"

(Noelle) "A jerk"

[kir4pal]

The Good Mother (1988) — Asia Vieira’s Forgotten Debut

Dear friends, let’s take a break from the endless streaming onslaught of CGI monsters and superheroes squeezed into spandex! Step back with me to the golden age of VHS, sky-high hairdos, and movies about real people—not robots with laser guns. Today, I’m thrilled to share a hidden gem with you: The Good Mother from 1988, a film gathering dust in the shadows when it deserves your applause!

Guess who directed it? None other than Leonard Nimoy—yes, Star Trek’s Spock, whose pointy ears could’ve won an Oscar and whose “Live long and prosper” is etched in every fan’s brain! Word has it he took on this flick because he once lived with a woman and her kid, thinking, “Oh, I get it—little ones poking into everything!” The result is heartfelt with a hint of “Spock, are you kidding me?”—and that alone makes it worth a peek.

Shining on set was little Asia Vieira, playing the main character’s daughter. This tiny star watched Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, where Spock dramatically checks out, and the next morning rushed to hug Nimoy, exclaiming, “I’m so glad you’re alive!” Picture it: a kid convinced the director rose from the dead—pure ‘80s magic, right? Later, Asia grew up and popped up in A Home at the End of the World with Colin Farrell, ditching the innocence. But here, The Good Mother is like an old sweater from Grandma’s trunk: you think “what’s this relic?” at first, then slip it on and never want to take it off—it’s that cozy!

How’d I stumble on this treasure, and why am I telling you about it? It all started when I was browsing Asia Vieira’s film credits—that same Molly who later lit up A Home at the End of the World. I got curious about where else this adorable kiddo had shone, and boom—there was The Good Mother! The title sounded like a soap opera, but when I saw the cast, I nearly jumped: “This is destiny calling!” So, thanks to Asia—her kid-charm led me to this goldmine. I’m sharing it with you because it’s got everything we love about ‘80s movies: raw emotions, awkward laughs, and actors with such stern faces they could’ve walked off an old detective show. No glossy Barbie dolls here—every look tells a story. If I don’t spill the beans, who’ll dig this gem out of obscurity?

Here’s the scoop: Anna, a divorced Boston mom, is played by Diane Keaton, the quirky gal from Annie Hall who chased Woody Allen with a grin as wide as the Charles River. She’s juggling motherhood and romance so hard you want to say, “Anna, how about some tea and a day off?” Enter Leo, an Irish sculptor with young Liam Neeson’s face—yep, the “I will find you” guy from Taken. He’s not a vengeful dad yet, just a hot guy with an accent that could melt his clay pots. Anna falls head over heels—and who wouldn’t? He’s an ‘80s Irish heartthrob!

It starts like a rom-com: love, passion, clay-covered hands—think Ghost, but without Patrick Swayze’s waterworks. Then the plot twists like a daytime drama. Little Molly catches Leo naked in the bathroom and asks, “Can I touch it?” Leo, instead of “Nope, kid, hands off,” says, “Go for it!” Cue the chaos: Anna’s ex, James Naughton (the clingy jerk from First Wives Club), finds out, snags Molly, and hauls Anna to court, yelling, “You’re a lousy mom with naked Irishmen running wild!” Tears, trials, drama—those ‘80s folks knew how to stir the pot!

The cast is a cinephile’s dream. Keaton and Neeson are reason enough to tune in, but add Jason Robards, the tough reporter from All the President’s Men, playing a big shot with a name like a Wi-Fi password. Then there’s Ralph Bellamy, the tycoon from Trading Places, and Teresa Wright, Hitchcock’s Shadow of a Doubt star, as Anna’s grandparents. And Fred Melamed, the grumpy Sy from A Serious Man, is Dr. Payne—yep, “Pain”—scaring everyone with his sourpuss face. These folks are like aged wine; their acting makes you believe every moment!

‘80s actors had grit—those stern, rugged faces looked carved from oak. Check out Neeson or Robards: they’re not just people, they’re walking tales, staring at you like they’ve got your number. Today’s stars are too polished, but back then, every wrinkle whispered, “I starred in VHS classics!” That’s part of why The Good Mother hooks you retro lovers.

The music’s a delight too. Elmer Bernstein, the maestro of The Magnificent Seven and Ghostbusters, skips orchestras for simple ‘80s synths—sweet and a tad wistful, like a tune from a kid’s music box. It’s so warm and homey, you’ll want to wrap up in it with a mug of hot cocoa. Compare that to today’s “boom-boom-tss” trailer noise, and you’ll see why vintage soundtracks warm your heart!

Why’s The Good Mother better than modern flicks? No CGI or nonstop chases—just real feelings, lively chats, and actors who don’t just pose for selfies. The tale of being a mom and a woman is told so lightly, with such accidental humor, that you’ll want to rewatch it with popcorn. It’s a reminder: movies used to be about us, not caped crusaders saving the day every 15 minutes. Bernstein’s music even turns Anna’s sad window-gazing into a little marvel!

If you’re fed up with films full of explosions and “For freedom!” shouts, hunt down The Good Mother. It’s like finding an old VHS in an attic box—you chuckle at the fuzziness, then fall in love. Keaton and Neeson are so young and cool, you’ll yell, “Where’s my old TV?!” It’s a movie about life, love, and a funny lesson: keep kids away from naked Irishmen. Watch, laugh, enjoy—you’ve earned it!

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Episode 4 Creative Fiction Celestial Life Acceptance With Imagination Power Genius Power and Intuition Power Celestial Gift Giving Channeling Abilities Celestial Spirit Guide Part 3 Celestial Spirit Guide Helper To Imagination Power Building For Navy Reservists And Other Walks of Life

Episode 4 Creative Fiction Celestial Life Acceptance With Imagination Power Genius Power and Intuition Power Celestial Gift Giving Channeling Abilities Celestial Spirit Guide Part 3 Celestial Spirit Guide Helper To Imagination Power Building For Navy Reservists And Other Walks of Life Time Traveling Across Multiple Realms and Time Periods Edition

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Alias names andor alias gender names given to protect the identities of the personal and professional life allies of those interviewed

Start Time Sunday February 16 2025 847 am

Completion Time Sunday February 16 2025 1100 am

Greetings my celestial alias name is lukerra school of wizards currently in the year 3999. I have 13 homes in 13 various locations in multiple celestial afterlife locations of very happy what is termed on earth heavenly realms. I have been a celestial spirit guide helper to 10000 earth based men and women from both various American military lives and outside various American military walks of life for what is termed 1200 earth years now. I am also a volunteer time traveling celestial spirit guide helper who currently assists at least 1000 currently residing on earth men and women ages 10 to 150 from various parts of the United States though who are currently part of navy reserves life though what I am about to share can also be utilized by men, women, and even children regardless if they are employed. However I lukerra school of wizards have been allowed to specifically focus on navy reserve men and women for at least the next 2 years due to unique challenges that some of them may face unique to being a navy reservist.

What do I mean with jerk-free intent. Well first if a navy reservist may need to make more money stemming from still working on being selected for an active duty military job opportunity there is the question of whether or not to get a second job. The reason being; technically juggling the navy reserve and working a job outside of the navy reserve umbrella are two jobs in themselves. If a person adds what is considered a 2nd outstide of the navy reserve job even if just for 20 hours or smaller that person could be forced with facing a choice between leaving the navy reserves well before the end of their 4 year contract or leave their civilian job to have more time to take care of navy reserves responsibilities though risking leaving money on the table until the end of their current 4 year contract or until they are selected for a navy reserve opportunity comparable to navy active duty.

For instance let's say that Thomas is a navy reservist living in California who does the traditional one weekend a month navy reserve schedule and he does his two weeks a year of navy reserve days in metropolitan Washington D.C.. However his civilian job outside the navy reserve only gives him 20 hours a week at a payrate that only covers his monthly rent. Thomas has tried to get another civilian job that pays more adequately and he has had plenty of interviews. However a multiple number of those jobs he interviews for go to similar age candidates who are not even in the military due to a multiple number of the hiring managers preferring a job candidate who is either 1) not in the navy andor other military reserves at all 2) some hiring managers have secretly felt that Thomas is too overqualified though did not want to admit to him for obvious legal reasons 3) some hiring managers simply prefer someone younger andor thinner Thomas finds a fast food job at a Mexican eatery offering higher pay than his current civilian job though he finds less than a month into working the job he is unable to get more than 20 hours a week at that job so quitting his other job would be far from lucrative. However the navy reserve just added two more 3 day classes that would require Thomas to have to take off more time from both of his two jobs. Although both employers accomodated Thomas's requests he overhead from one of his work allies that one of the coworkers at his previous job wants to replace him with a younger worker who is not at all in military due to the coworker not wanting to feel like they are eventually competing with another more ambitious coworker of equal professional standing. Thomas remote views into the future to see that he at least has 2 more months to make a decision on how to thrive since he has already remote viewed to see that it could be at least 6 to 9 months andor longer before he might get any navy active duty opportunities that would help him no longer require any civilian employment. Thomas's work ally Jane is also in the navy reserves though only works 20 hours a week because her attempts at trying to find a second job to more easily afford both the navy reserve healthcare and dental have been met with her also being passsed over for jobs in favor of younger job candidates who are not considered overqualified and are also not in the military. Jane is trying to contemplate how she is going to continue to survive in the navy reserves because she also remote viewed into the future and saw that she might only get navy active duty opportunities within a year to 18 months from today though she is trying to figure out if she can afford to wait that long. Jane's well-meaning therapist tells her not to try to find another job that would allow quit her 20 hour a week job. However Jane knows that staying at her current job outside of the navy reserves is also not an option unless she was willing to ask for government foodstamps andor section 8 housing help since her 20 hour a week job and navy reserves pay helps her at least afford her monthly rent and some for her food medical healthcare uniform replacement andor upkeep etc. However Jane knows that she cannot put off foregoing dental appointments and paying for her monthly dental forever. This is where I lukerra school of wizards come in to help send them intuitive insights on what to do in terms of their next steps.

I lukerra school of wizards am hosting a class tonight inside a library in the celestial afterlife replica of Davos Switzerland on celestial secrets pertaining to time travel and intuition that would actually apply to Thomas's, Jane's and other earth based men and women even if they are not in the navy reserves. Due to securty reasons that some of the ideas that I already know might land in the hands of certain political leaders who might utilize certain ideas for reasons benefiting outside the highest and greatest good of all I have been asked by 88 celestial spirit guides of money and intuition to only share a few ideas for what is considered earth based American government intelligence security reasons. I have been asked to refrain from elaborating on reasons why all I am allowed to share for now is because of one major reason. By the year 2100 on earth all earth based women and men signing any navy reserve contract agrees to automatically do on a year round andor longer navy active duty opportunity regardless of their military andor civilian job. The reasons being. By the year 2026 andor sooner the navy reserves is going to be having more navy reservists leave the navy reserve life more than the amount of navy reservists who stay in the navy reserves due to the way that the civilian job market treats navy reservists in favor of both men and women who do not join any of the military reserve branches. By 2050 andor sooner the truth is going to even publicly come out how even many military active duty job applicants are highly more favored and selected over military reserve job applicants. One way that the navy reserves is going to eventually recoup more navy reservists leaving than staying is by 2099 andor sooner that involves incorporating a jobs program to where a navy reservist automatically gets a navy reserve sponsored civilian job set aside for them while the navy reservist waits to eventually go on navy active duty by their one year mark in the navy reserves.

The first intuition and money development secret I am allowed to share is for an earth based man or woman regardless if in the navy reserves to look at videos and images at least for 10 minutes a day for at least 3 days a week of the body and hairtype of someone who inspires the body and hairtype that they would like to have. For instance a woman who wants to aim for a body type similar to the late musician R&B sensation Aaliyah would benefit by looking at her videos andor photos of her at least 10 minutes a day for at least 3 times a week. An earth based male would obviously do similar with a male celebrity of their choice. The chosen image does not have to be someone who is a celebrity. However I was allowed to travel to what a popular spa and library in Vienna Austria looks like by the year 2200 (including what the celestial realm counterpart of Austria is going to look like in 2200) that features success stories of 1000 earth based men and women who have. The reason being I am allowed to share is that it is discovered by the year 2099 that earth based men and women who have successfully achieved whatever their goal weight is andor for at least 10 years are able to be more tuned into their intuition to enrich multiple areas of their lives including with intuition enhancement regardless of starting intelligence level andor race/ethnicity andor starting money income level. Yes there are some earth based men and women who have achieved fulfillment on earth even with being outside the mainstream body ideals. However most of the time a majority of the earth based men and women who are both outside the body ideal and have achieved fulfillment in life are either in the following categories: 1) They were normally already making at least 3000 dollars a month andor more after taxes 2) They were already experiencing what is considered some type of romantic passion in their lives relating to already having a physical appearance andor even a last name that sets them up for success in life regardless of appearance.i.e. someone with the last name andor first name with a meaning pertaining to being gorgeous beautiful etc 3) The said person already had a stable career andor sought after intelligence andor admired by mainstream ideal physical appearance that was also celebrated by the majority of their friends, family members andor work colleagues. In summary the body positivity was well intentioned however the with scores of celebrities who have been shown utilizing ozempic and wegovy to get thinner it has been proven that the body positivity movement is all good in theory and has yet to consistently hold up in real life especially tragically with women who are outside the mainstream ideal in intelligence level, money income level andor physical appearance ideal. What do I mean by this: telling a woman in the ages of their 40s on up of modest income level to accept her body just because another woman who is either younger andor more celebrated for her physical appearance andor money/career wealth accepts themselves is actually unfair and is comparing oranges to apples.

The second secret I lukkera school of wizards is allowed to share is to try to walk andor run at least 8 to 15 miles at least 2 to 5 times a week andor meditate for at least an hour and a half a day for at least 3 times a week. If you are time busy it is okay to half the above recommendations. However I lukkera school of wizards have noticed that some of the earth based men and women who have followed my recommendations have seen intuition upgrades and miracles flow into their life sometimes as early as 99 days after implementing the recommended walk/run andor meditation practice consistently for at least a month.

The third secret I lukkera school of wizards is allowed to share is write to what one imagines their future time traveling higher self in secret at least once a month to be like 100 years from now either time traveling to both earth and heaven locations and imagine what they would communicate to you in either a secret email or diary entry. For instance if your future time traveling higher self is visiting an area in Canada in the year 2129 and sees a hybrid theme park and library town one can imagine the story ideas the celestial higher self is sharing for anyone inspiring to be an author

The fourth secret-try to keep any sleeptime dreams secret for at least 4 months andor longer of the date of this entry with exception of a trusted spouse, friend andor lover for multiple reasons. One example I am allowed to share on why. Sometimes earth based men and women want to reach out and make amends for how they treated another person sometimes as recently as a couple to a few years ago and the sleeptime dream is the easiest andor safest way to to so though they may wish to keep the attempt private especially in case one of their spirit guides actually gifted the sleeptime dreamer with an idea to change their life in some way. It is for this reason it is ok to imagine platonic friendship sleeptime pg13 meetings set to happen within 100 earth based years from now and write what one imagines to happen in these sleeptime dreams and keep them secret for at least 4 years andor longer. For instance a person can imagine a sleeptime dream meeting with two people in their life who they feel treated them unfairly in their recent professional life though try to imagine their side of the story regardless if you felt it justified and imagine what their andor your celestial spirit guides would have to say about the situation even if you feel wary of extending an olive branch to this day. For instance maybe the female who treated you unfairly in your civilian professional life might have envied the attention you got from what she perceived is your pretty privilige though she confesses to you that had you (the person treated unfairly) been thinner that it would have been harder for her to get the male who also treated you a certain way on her side. On the flipside an earth based women I recently helped find out the truth in the celestial realms/spirit realm that a certain female she was hoping to be a professional ally treated her unfairly because she secretly admired the success she had in both achieving and maintaining her thin figure. The male involved in this scenario admitted to what the female said and exclaimed that he agreed to allowing the female treated unfairly to walk away because every time he saw the thin female in question he kept undressing her with his eyes and imagining throwing himself at her if he ever got her alone in private. Some of the earth based men and women who did my controversial practice actually received either money miracles andor a boost in their intuition, seership andor remote viewing abilities.

The fifth secret-In either a secret offline journal entry andor online entry keep an eating physical activity and daily life journey log regardless if for maintaining body weight goals or to sculpt body to ideal weight, go ahead and be honest with spirit ally team of what one desires to have fixed either with their daily life andor their bodyweight and fitness life even if one only has the energy to write a statement that involves making at least 500 dollars more after taxes in either their navy reserve andor civilian job life. Then imagine the spirit ally team's response even if the imagined advice is keep going. A majority of the earth based men and women who incorporated this suggestion (within 2 earth based years andor sooner) actually saw and met some of their celestial spirit guides and for some their past life parents in their sleeptime dreams who were employees of European royalty during the 1000s to the 1800s and some were actual kings and queens of other worlds who generously shared either intuition andor genius development ideas andor some even gave storytelling ideas that helped at least 9999 of the earth based men and women increase their money wealth by 2199 andor sooner.

I lukkar school of the wizards must conclude this session for now because I have been summoned to report to a secret afterlife celestial location set in Iceland by the year 2099 involving some of the changes coming to America, various parts of Europe, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Asia, Africa and pretty much various parts of the globe relating to military and intelligence community happenings that are connected to the United States and Europe. The meeting has some serious solemn news which is partially why I must keep the details secret though all I can saw for now is that there is also good to eventually come out of this for instance by the year 2099 it is going to become more common and easier for the majority of the earth's human population regardless of intellectual intelligence, race/ethnicity, and money income level to have the ability to time travel both to various time periods and worlds in their sleeptime dreams by 2099. I have been asked less than 2 hours ago in earth based time if time travel machines are going to be made public by 2099 and I have been promised to refrain from answering one way or another all I am allowed to confirm is that eventually the time travel portals that allow time travel into the future are going to eventually come into existence on earth though whether this happens by the year 2099 or the year 9999 I have been asked from some celestial light beings I turn to for spiritual mentorship to keep the approximate timeframe of when this would happen a secret for now at the time of this writing.

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Mafia love triangle chapter 6

Setting: Gwen and Duncan’s kitchen the next morning. Duncan is casually sitting at the table, flipping through the newspaper and sipping coffee like nothing’s wrong. Gwen, on the other hand, is pacing back and forth, still fuming from last night’s tabloid headline. She’s convinced that Duncan is just some heartless womanizer who doesn’t care about her, despite everything he’s said. Duncan? He’s not even remotely fazed.

Gwen: (pacing, arms crossed) "You know, you’ve got some nerve, Duncan. Acting like this whole marriage thing is a joke. Like I’m just another one of your... flings."

Duncan: (glancing up from the paper, completely calm) "Flings? Babe, you’re not a fling. If you were, this would’ve been over by now." (smirks) "Trust me, when I commit, I commit."

Gwen: (glaring) "Oh, yeah? What, is this some kind of twisted game for you? See how long it takes to break me or whatever? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bet going with your mafia buddies about how fast you can get me to crack."

Duncan: (chuckles, setting the paper down) "Bet? Come on, Gwen. What do you think this is, some kind of reality show? I don’t do bets. Especially not with you."

Gwen: (scoffs) "Oh, right. Because you’re such a stand-up guy, right? You think I don’t know your type? The bad boy who plays with girls’ hearts, gets bored, and moves on to the next one?"

Duncan: (frowning slightly, leaning back in his chair) "I mean, you’re not wrong about the bad boy part... but the rest? Not even close."

Gwen: (sarcastic) "Yeah, sure. Like you’ve never played games with girls before. How many hearts have you broken, Duncan?"

Duncan: (serious, for once) "Honestly? None. I don’t do that crap. If I’m with someone, it’s for a reason." (grins) "I’m not a monster, Gwen. Just a little... rough around the edges."

Gwen: (crossing her arms, skeptical) "Rough around the edges? You literally threatened to throw my ex into a river."

Duncan: (shrugging, smirking) "I said a river. Didn’t specify which one." (pauses, then adds, more serious) "And it wasn’t ’cause of some macho thing. I just... don’t like seeing you get hurt. Trent’s a joke. You deserve better."

Gwen: (rolling her eyes) "Oh, right. And you think you’re the better option? The guy who works for the mafia and probably has a girl in every city?"

Duncan: (laughs) "A girl in every city? What do you think I am, a touring musician? I’ve got more important things to deal with than chasing after random girls, Gwen."

Gwen: (pausing, narrowing her eyes) "Wait... so you’re telling me, you’re not out there... womanizing?"

Duncan: (deadpan) "Nope."

Gwen: (confused) "Not even, like, occasionally?"

Duncan: (raising an eyebrow) "What? You think I’m out there juggling girlfriends in between mafia deals? Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that guy."

Gwen: (still skeptical) "So, what, I’m supposed to believe you’re... what? A romantic now?"

Duncan: (shrugging, leaning in with a smirk) "Not romantic romantic... but I’m not as heartless as you think. If I didn’t care about you, you think I’d be here, putting up with all this attitude?"

Gwen: (blinking, caught off guard) "Wait... you actually care?"

Duncan: (grinning) "I’ve been saying that for days, Gwen. You think I want to get married just because of some family deal? Nah. I want you. And yeah, I might be rough, but I’m not the jerk you keep trying to paint me as." (pauses, grinning) "At least, not completely."

Gwen: (staring at him, processing) "But... you act like you don’t care. You’re always so... smug."

Duncan: (chuckles) "Yeah, that’s just my face, babe." (grins) "Doesn’t mean I’m not serious about you. If I didn’t care, you’d know. Trust me."

Gwen: (crossing her arms, still skeptical but softening a bit) "So, all this time... you’ve been serious?"

Duncan: (nods, more sincere than usual) "As a heart attack. I’m not playing games, Gwen. You’re not just some girl I picked up for fun. You’re it for me."

Gwen: (blinking, still shocked) "I... didn’t expect that."

Duncan: (laughing) "Yeah, well, I’m full of surprises." (winks) "But hey, take your time. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll figure out I’m not the monster you think I am."

Gwen: (muttering under her breath) "Still half a monster..."

Duncan: (grinning) "Eh, half’s better than nothing."

Gwen sits down, still processing, while Duncan goes back to sipping his coffee, way too pleased with himself.

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Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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Bayou Bartholomew

October 1, 18:52 CDT

Kate, slightly sweaty and breathing heavy, sat curled into a corner of the magical yellow box she was trapped in. Eyes hotly staring daggers into Wotan and Poison Ivy as they tended to the massive plant in the middle of the room. From her position floating in the air she could see out the windows around the top of their base. Highly irresponsible if you ask her, glass was so fragile, any kind of high decibel attack and they would all just shatter.

"Glare all you want, you aren't getting out of there." Wotan's bored tone was barely registered by Kate's hearing-aide free ears. Someone having taken them off of her while she was passed out.

Kate stayed silent, teeth grinding as she wished she had laser vision like Superman. Maybe that would break through the bullshit surrounding her right now. She had already tried everything else to get herself out of here. Besides screaming, which she knew would not be a smart idea.

"Why am I here?" Kate demanded, "What do you people want with me?" She was still in her debris covered and torn school uniform and didn't know if the supervillains in front of her knew her secret ID or not. So, she had to be careful. "I'm just some kid from Star City, why am I so important?"

"Ask Black Siren, she's the one that wanted you. I swear she has a thing for strays." Poison Ivy waved her hand to dismiss the girl, eyes never leaving her 'baby' in the middle of the room. Looking like some kind of Frankenstein science project. Kate let her eyes drag over to Joker, who had been muttering to himself as he stood in front of some kind of circular screen-disc-things Kate couldn't Identify. Strange gloves on his hands as he moved his arms in large, grandiose jerks.

"Poor heroes. Nothin' they do is quite enough." Joker laughs, his voice mocking, making Kate's blood boil when she caught a glimpse of the bay bridge in Star with plants all over it with people in cars and school busses in jeopardy. Seeing some of the plants explode Kate smiled knowing Dinah was okay. It was a relief to say the least, and it gave her strength, she would make it out of this and Dinah would be waiting with open arms, and Ollie. "Ain't it grand?!" Joker cackled.

"And impressive how you simultaneously juggle multiple scenarios." Poison Ivy commented from her spot at the base of her baby.

"I've had practice..." Joker responded, voice deepening and making it harder for Kate to hear, "Juggling my multiple personalities." His laugh, hyena like tenor pitches cutting through clear as crystal though. Kate keeping the chills at bay as she curled in closer to herself, as much as she hated it she knew she had to wait this out. She was in civies and her extra suit had been in her backpack, which was probably under a school building's worth of rubble. No doubt either the team or the Justice League was on their way, she had to trust they would get here in time.

The sound of heels loudly clicking against tile caught everyone's attention, Black Siren strutting in with who Kate guessed was Emily behind her. The mask on her face covering her Identity but Kate recognized the brunette hair and similar colored eyes a mile away, plus who else would it be?

"Bring her down, it's time we had a little chat. Also Ivy, you may want to go deal with the pests outside. I'll be out there in a minute. Delilah, go with her." Black Siren ordered, the brunette girl huffing but following orders and stomping after Poison Ivy who grinned over her shoulder at the blonde woman.

"Better hurry, or else we'll have all the fun. Wotan, protect my baby."

And with that Emily – Delilah – and ivy were gone and Kate was lowered to the ground. Looking up at the woman in front of her. Eyes narrowed and blazing.

"Let's walk and talk why don't we?" Siren motioned to Wotan, the sorcerer just letting out a sigh and dissolving the magic box. A bright yellow muzzle formed around Kate's jaw and mouth, confirming her worst fear, and cuffs appeared around her wrists. A short chain dangling from them. Which Siren grabbed and pulled immediately.

Kate glared holes into the back of the woman's head from a step behind her, stumbling whenever she yanked a little too hard. Kate's shorter legs making it hard to keep up with Siren's long strides.

"You're so docile, besides your little tantrum earlier, I'm disappointed. I would of thought you had more fight in you." The disappointment she spoke of clear in her tone, as if talking to a baby. It pissed Kate off. "You were lucky enough to inherit the sonic scream, I would of thought you'd use it more." Siren's tone turned sour, her jealousy clear but alarm bells were ringing in Kate's ears. How did she know it was hereditary? "It's a shame all that power is going to waste." Siren sighed, coming to a door in the hallway they had just entered. Opening the door, yanking Kate forward and shoving her inside.

There was something itching in the back of Kate's brain as she slammed into a wall, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. The muzzle muffling her grunt, Kate keeping her glare leveled at Black Siren once she was steady on her feet.

"What? Don't recognize my voice? Is your memory that bad? Or are you just not very smart?" Black Siren pouted, her lithe arms crossing over her stomach.

And then it clicked, and it obviously showed in her eyes as Black Siren's lips curled up into a menacing smile.

"There it is, I knew you weren't hopeless. You are my daughter after all." Black Siren stepped into the room, reaching forward and brushing the back of her hand like air across Kate's cheek, "My Delilah." Kate jerked away, only to have Siren's shark nails digging into her skin a moment later as the woman's fingers latched around the muzzle and forced Kate to look at her in the eyes. Eyes that were incredibly similar to Kate's. Her hair the same shade of light blonde, with the same nose and shape of their lips. "I've come to bring you home, so be a good girl and stay put. We have a lot to talk about, but I need to go dispose of the Justice Leagues brats first."

Black Siren booped Kate's nose as she grinned like a maniac, turning on the ball of her heeled boots and strutting out of the room. Kate in too much shock to make a rush for the door. Eyes drilling holes into the floor where Siren once stood as the truth set in. Her eyes burning as tears tried to fight to the surface, her knees shaky, threatening to collapse under her weight.

For her entire life all she had ever wanted was for her parents to magically appear and tell her they loved her and that they had made a mistake giving her up. Show up and take her into their arms and take her home to a house where she didn't have to share a room and a bathroom with twenty other girls and hide her things and food for fear they would get stolen. All she had wanted was this, to have her parents back, to have her mom back and be happy....

But now, now all she felt was sick.

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Kate didn't know how long she had been in that room, pacing, trying to break free from her magical restraints. Her head jerking to look at the door when she heard rushed footsteps clanging on tile.

Robin rushed down the hallway, watching security footage with M'Gann right behind him, skidding to a stop he pointed at the door in front of them. M'Ganns eyes flash a bright green and the door crumples in. A flash of blonde and raised fists bolted out of the door, being caught by Robin.

"It's us Kate. It's us. You're okay." Robin held onto her tight, giving himself that moment of relief before pushing he back, taking in the magical muzzle and cuffs and puffing out a breath, "Well this complicates things. I was hoping with Wotan out of the building those would disappear but I guess not." The Boy Wonder's teeth gnashed in frustration, "But we make do. Come on, we gotta go."

Kate's wrist was grabbed by Robin and M'Gann and her shared a glance, M'Gann smiling largely out of relief. But that was all they got before they were running. Robin throwing disk after disk at the plant, handing more to M'Gann who used her telepathy to disperse them over the large plant. M'Gann then telekinetically lifting both Robin and Kate up to the top of the building, Kate stumbling slightly once being put down. The blonde not trusting the glass to hold her weight the same way Robin was.

"Timber" Robin muttered, pressing a button on his wrist computer and Kate grinned under the muzzle, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The explosion behind them must have been epic, Kate was sure.

Poison Ivy screaming from the ground and sending plants in their direction, which M'Gann took care of, only to be hit by a blast from Ultra-huminite.

"I told you to stay put!" The artificially created sonic scream came barreling at Robin and Kate, Robin pulling her with him as he ducked to the side. Ultra-Huminite sending more blasts their way, Joker right behind him, as Kate and Robin ran.

Grabbing M'Gann before having to scatter away from another blast from Ultra-humanite, Kate had never felt more like a burden. Bound and in civies, no way to defend herself in this situation, purely relying on Robin and the others to make sure she wasn't murdered by a bunch of super-villains. Her good school shoes now ruined by Bayou mud, which was seeping into her socks more and more with each step in the brown, ankle high water.

Left only to watch as her friends fought and failed against the villains. Robin and her getting split up by a wall of vines, Black Siren steaming with Emily-Delilah behind her.

"Bad girl." Siren grit out, releasing a sonic scream that blew Kate into a tree, the girl crumpling into the mud, getting hit with another scream while her world turned. All Kate could hear was ringing, all she could feel was the pain in her head as her brain tried to process the frequency of pitch she was being assaulted with. Her whole body ached, threatening to explode under the force of the artificial, yet powerful ability. Only to then be struck by what looked like lightning, her whole body felt like it was on fire, radiating out from her chest and spreading through her torso and limbs. Her screams muffled by the muzzle and threatening to turn sonic.

But as soon as it started it was over, Kate huffing as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. Seeing a blurry Aqualad in the distance, holding something over his head, her vision was swimming too much for her to actually see what it was.

"No! Aqualad, don't!" Wally's panic cut through her like a knife as she tried to crawl closer to her friends. Her ankle being stomped on by Emily-Delilah, the girl's face above her twisted into a sick grin. Left to watch as Wally is punched by Black Adam into a tree, her yell covered by her restraints. Having to look away at the ray of blinding light that followed. Emily-Delilah knocked back from it, cursing as she held her hands over her eyes.

"I can't see!"

Kate's vision cleared just in time to see Doctor Fate, in all his glory, right where Kaldur was standing. The realization was like ice water down her back. Watching with wide eyes, glittering with water on her lashes, as Doctor fate put Wotan in golden chains and her binds were lifted.

"No." She whispered brokenly, knowing that Kaldur was never coming out of that helmet. Her heart was sinking with the knowledge. But Wotan was one of many and that fact was made clear when Emily-Delilah came rushing at Kate. The blonde flipping onto her back and using Emily's momentum against her, kicking her hip and grabbing her outstretched arms. Throwing the girl behind her and into a tree headfirst. When she didn't get up again Kate struggled to her feet, staring down Black Siren with murder in her eyes.

"Little girl wants to play now huh? Now that the training wheels are off?" Black Siren chuckled, centering herself and softening her knees, "Come at me."

And Kate did. Rushing the older woman and swinging at her. Siren dodging her hits and sweeping her leg out at Kate's feet. The girl jumped, spinning mid-air and landing a heel driven kick to the woman's temple. Landing in a three-point stance with a smirk before taking in a deep breath, "I've been waiting to do this all night."

Her scream was loud, a higher frequency than she had achieved before. Her hatred and anger fueling her to push harder, until she saw the tech collar around Black Siren's neck crack and shatter. The woman's hands over her ears as she cried helplessly. Completely at Kate's mercy, as blood dribbled through her fingers from her ruptured eardrums.

Kate would have kept going if not for the batarang that embedded itself in the tree behind Black Siren. Sufficiently cutting off Kate in surprise, the girl whipping around to see Dinah and Oliver on a platform created by Green Lantern. The girl finally feeling like she could take a deep breath in hours.

"It's over." Batman declared as him and the rest of the justice league landed. Kate barely keeping herself from rushing at Dinah and Oliver. Not even able to take satisfaction in the raised hands of the supervillains that had made her life difficult today.

"There will be another day." Count Vertigo graveled out from beside Poison Ivy.

"Another day? Another?!" The Joker started, screaming like a toddler in a store that wanted a toy and their parent said no, "There won't be another day! Not for any of us!" He broke into laughter and raised his hands, the gloves lighting up. Kate's eyes blew wide and she screamed.

"No!" The sonics shattered the gloves, but the command had already been sent. Plant vines rose from the bog, large red sacks growing quickly on each vine in clusters and exploding. Releasing a green gas into the air.

"Joker venom spores! Don't breathe!" Batman ordered. Kate holding her breathe as ordered. Watching as batman punched Joker, only to be faced with a wall of the poisonous gas. Kate thought it was over, they were done for, until Doctor Fate was suddenly in the air with a golden Ankh as tall as he was in front of him. Sucking up the gas, saving them from death by laughter.

"Fate has Intervened!"

~~*~~

"What were you thinking! How could you let him put on the helmet?!" Wally raged, spitting at the team members who decided this course of action was a good idea. Kate stood back, still in shock, eyes stinging as she looked at Kaldur, "Nabu will never release him now. Kaldur will be trapped inside Dr. Fate forever."

This was a fact she knew the second she saw Kaldur put on the helmet, her friend was gone forever. Clenching her jaw, she refused to cry in front of everyone. A sudden warmth threading through her fingers and clutching her hand tightly anchored her. Not needing to glance to her left to know it was Robin. Kate holding on just as tight as she let out a breath, heavy with heartbreak.

And then Doctor Fate was taking off the helmet and in a flash of light Kaldur was back in front of them again. Kate breaking away from Robin and launching herself at the Atlantean, throwing her arms around his waist as she called out his name.

"Nabu let you go?" Wally asked with gleaming eyes.

"He almost did not," Kaldur smiled gently down at Kate, placing a hand on top of her head before looking back at Wally, "But your friend Kent was most helpful. He says hello."

Kate pulled away from Kaldur, face slightly flushed as she realized what she did, but couldn't find it in herself to care all that much as she smiled so wide her cheeks hurt up at the member of her family she thought she had lost. Kaldur placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"We're done here." Batman broke up the moment, Kaldur's hand falling off Kate's shoulder as they all turned to face the dark knight, "The Super-Villain secret society has been neutralized. As for your performance..."

Kate glanced to Wally beside her, her grin falling from her face in apprehension.

"It was satisfactory."

Kate's eyes went wide, like most of the team's did. The small girl holding out her arm to Wally, the speedster pinched it, making the girl hiss under her breath. The team all sharing looks and smiles of relief.

It was then that a flash of green caught Kate's eye and she turned on a dime, sprinting into Archer's already outstretched arms. Not caring about the mud all over her as he all but crushed her, his hand on the back of her head, petting her hair.

"Kate?" Oliver reluctantly put the girl down, masked eyes scanning her face with a tight look before a large smile took over his face as he watched Kate and Dinah collide. The woman crouching down to Kate's height and almost breaking a couple ribs. But Kate didn't complain. Not when she was back with Dinah, and everything was okay.

"Let's go home, okay? Yeah?" Dinah chuckled wetly, pulling back only far enough to hold Kate's face in her hands, eyes searching every inch of exposed skin for injuries. Letting out a heavy puff of air when she couldn't see any, leaning her forehead against Kate's for a second before pulling back and placing a swift kiss to the skin above her eyebrows, and another one on the crown of Kate's head as the woman stood to her full height.

All Kate could feel was light, happily crushed between Dinah and Oliver as they left the scene, waving to her team with the shouted promise of meeting them at the cave the next day.

Kate didn't want to leave Dinah's side once they got home, and it was the same for the woman, but Kate needed to get cleaned up and so after the fastest shower of her life. Kate laid in her bed, head in Dinah's lap as the woman gently brushed her damp hair away from her temple. Oliver sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg curled up under him as he let Kate play with his hand.

"Are you sure you're alright? No injuries, no blood?" Dinah stressed, taking her hand from Kate's hair and running it down the outside of the girl's arm before going back to its original spot.

"I'm sure." Kate answered quietly, still shaken from the day and both of the adults could tell.

"I'm sorry about your friend." Dinah broached gently, Oliver shooting her a scathing look, Dinah sending him on back.

"She was never my friend." Kate answered hollowly and Dinah swallowed harshly, concern splayed over her face like an open book.

"We don't have to talk about this right now, okay?" Oliver whispered, leaning down slightly to catch Kate's eye. "You've had a long day; you must be tired. We'll let you get some rest okay?" Oliver couldn't even start to get up before Kate's fingers turned to steel around his.

"Can you stay? Please? Both of you?" Kate's voice, in all the time that Dinah and Oliver had known her, had never sounded so fragile. So quietly desperate.

"Of course. We're not going anywhere, we promise." Dinah hugged Kate's body to hers, the family of three settling in for the night. Kate sandwiched between Dinah and Oliver. Snug as a bug and blissfully unaware of the adults struggle to fit in the small bed. They wouldn't be moving to save the world though.

"G'dnight, I'love you." Kate mumbled as she sank into the darkness of sleep. Warm, happy, and knowing she was safe.

Her light snores filled the room as Dinah and Oliver shared overjoyed smiles with happy tears glimmering in their eyes. Their family back together again, and that's all they'd ever need.

~~*~~  

[georgiapeach30513]

Admit It

Summary:  Lloyd just wants you to be honest

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, non con/dub con, knife kink, gun kink, chained up, a bit of a blood kink, Stockholm syndrome, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.1K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Your head lulls forward, mouth dry as you look around at your new home. Unsure of who Lloyd really is or where you’re at. Unsure of who you even are at this point. Hearing the commotion downstairs, you know he’s returned. Know that it won’t be long until he needs you to assist him.

A cruel and sick game he plays with you. But you have started to enjoy him being back. Him being back, meant that you could get out of your confines. Even if it meant you had to lay on your back, and take what he gave you, you got to sleep unbound, and in the warmth of his arms.

Your bedroom door jerks open, and you see the looming figure of Lloyd. Biceps bulging as he folds his arms, “You’re not on your knees.”

“Lloyd, I can’t. I’m tired. I just need sleep.”

Walking closer to you, he lifts your chin to look up at him, tsking at your pathetic whining.

“You’re ungrateful. I saved you from this world. I have been good to you,” his thumb traces over your lips, and he grins when you try to suck it into your mouth, “Did you miss me my little Lamb? I had a bad day,” inadvertently your legs begin to spread, and his head tilts to the side, “You like this don’t you? Love when I come home just to destroy this pretty pussy. Show me.”

He waits as you lift your thin shift dress, keeping your legs spread as he gazes at the darkened wet spot on your cotton panties. “So innocent. You don’t even cry anymore, do you? Got you molded to my cock, and have you begging for it every night I’m not here.”

“Lloyd, please,” you pout up at him, gripping on his veiny arm. Feeling the few cuts he has. There was something about seeing him injured, you didn’t like it. You flatten your tongue to lick up the scared area. Moving to trace your tongue over each bulging vein. “I’ll lick your wounds. I just want things to be like when you’re not here.”

“You’re not ready.”

“Lloyd!”

“I said, you’re not fucking ready! I am trying to protect you. This is for your own good,” he twists his head around, and you hear the deep pop, before he crosses an arm over his chest, stretching the sinful limb.

Letting out a strained whimper when he begins to remove his shirt. Strong cords of muscle, scared, and a bit bruised, you lick your lips in spit of yourself. Undoing his pants, he laughs at your feeble attempt to scramble away. His hand circles around your calf, before he jerks you towards him.

He retrieves a knife from his pocket, juggling it around, before too easily cutting up your dress. Letting the material fall like rags to the bed below. Just as quickly he moves to your core, flipping the knife around so the hilt touches the ruined panties. Gasping when you think he’s going to stab you.

“Why would I ruin this perfect sweet nectar in between your legs,” giving you a devilish smirk as your body trembles. Running the hilt over your covered core, and you’re ashamed to say, you like it. “Are you a slut for my cock, and my favorite toy? Do I need to fuck you with it?”

“Please, don’t.”

“My Lamb is so polite,” his finger hooks around the gusset of your lingerie and he pulls it to the side. The knife running through your folds, before he holds the glistening tool up for you to see, “You sure you don’t want me to fuck you with the knife? Look at how glossy it is? My last victim got a taste of that sweet snatch when I shot him. He’ll never remember the piece of heaven he got though. I’ve become a better shot since that cunt christened my gun.”

With a slap at your puffy folds, he releases an almost evil and sinister laugh, “Its time for you to relax for me, I’ll make it feel so good. You’re sure you just want my cock? How about I fuck that ass, while my gun is fucking your cunt?”

“Lloyd stop it.”

His hands move to grip your cheeks tightly, a growl grumbles deep in his chest, “I make the fucking rules here! You take it! Did I not make myself perfectly clear? You take whatever the fuck I give you! You are mine to play with in whatever way I choose. That’s it,” slamming his lips hard on your mouth, he jerks his tight pants down. Almost struggling to undress himself with the fury he’s created.

Beefy hands rip away your panties, as he crawls over your body. You rattle at your chain, but he’s too busy slamming his cock into your pussy. Rutting into you mercilessly. His own form of a temper tantrum. Grabbing up your wrists, he holds them to the bed as his hips pound into you. Fast and hard is this Lloyd’s game. No regard to your pleasure as long as he gets his. But you get immense amount of pleasure.

Never thinking that someone taking what they believed was theirs would make you feel as good as it did. Living now just for Lloyd’s enjoyment. Lavishing in every filthy way he decides to play with you.

His cock stretching you out deliciously, moaning up his name, and he basks in the glory of your sounds, “You can try to deny it, my sweet Lamb, but this cunt…ah! It’s got me in the tightest Vice grip. You’re just as depraved and loathsome as I am. Admit it. I wanna hear you say it. You love what I do to your body. Love when I’ve got you stuffed and stretched out. Your sloppy cunt is telling on you. She’s leaking out onto the bed. Say it! Say you’re just as bad as me!”

You shake your head no, screaming out his name, wanting to grip tight to his broad back. “Fucking tell me!”

“Lloyd, I can’t, just please…can’t.”

“I won’t judge you,” he thrusts into you hard and deep, capturing your lips in his own. Giving the tender skin a bite so deep, you taste the metallic blood, but he just licks it up. “Such a whore. Look at cha,” he finally drops your hands, and you grip him tightly. Your body seizes as an orgasm rockets through your veins.

“Your thighs are shaking so much. Desperate little Lamb,” one more hard stab into you, you feel his cock twitch, as he spurts deep into your cunt. “Don’t get too comfortable, precious Lamb. I’m just getting started. I’m breaking you tonight. You’ll admit it. You’ll admit how much of a whore you are for Lloyd Hansen, and then I might lick your wounds clean.”

Masterlist

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[georgiapeach30513-library]

Admit It

Summary: Lloyd just wants you to be honest

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, non con/dub con, knife kink, gun kink, chained up, a bit of a blood kink, Stockholm syndrome, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N:  this was my most recent Lloyd fic from the currently terminated blog GeorgiaPeach30513...Hopefully I won’t have to transfer the majority of my fics over here...send me some good vibes that my old blog is reinstated!

Your head lulls forward, mouth dry as you look around at your new home. Unsure of who Lloyd really is or where you're at. Unsure of who you even are at this point. Hearing the commotion downstairs, you know he's returned. Know that it won't be long until he needs you to assist him.

A cruel and sick game he plays with you. But you have started to enjoy him being back. Him being back, meant that you could get out of your confines. Even if it meant you had to lay on your back, and take what he gave you, you got to sleep unbound, and in the warmth of his arms.

Your bedroom door jerks open, and you see the looming figure of Lloyd. Biceps bulging as he folds his arms, "You're not on your knees."

"Lloyd, I can't. I'm tired. I just need sleep."

Walking closer to you, he lifts your chin to look up at him, tsking at your pathetic whining.

"You're ungrateful. I saved you from this world. I have been good to you," his thumb traces over your lips, and he grins when you try to suck it into your mouth, "Did you miss me my little Lamb? I had a bad day," inadvertently your legs begin to spread, and his head tilts to the side, "You like this don't you? Love when I come home just to destroy this pretty pussy. Show me."

He waits as you lift your thin shift dress, keeping your legs spread as he gazes at the darkened wet spot on your cotton panties. "So innocent. You don't even cry anymore, do you? Got you molded to my cock, and have you begging for it every night I'm not here."

"Lloyd, please," you pout up at him, gripping on his veiny arm. Feeling the few cuts he has. There was something about seeing him injured, you didn't like it. You flatten your tongue to lick up the scared area. Moving to trace your tongue over each bulging vein. "I'll lick your wounds. I just want things to be like when you're not here."

"You're not ready."

"Lloyd!"

"I said, you're not fucking ready! I am trying to protect you. This is for your own good," he twists his head around, and you hear the deep pop, before he crosses an arm over his chest, stretching the sinful limb.

Letting out a strained whimper when he begins to remove his shirt. Strong cords of muscle, scared, and a bit bruised, you lick your lips in spit of yourself. Undoing his pants, he laughs at your feeble attempt to scramble away. His hand circles around your calf, before he jerks you towards him.

He retrieves a knife from his pocket, juggling it around, before too easily cutting up your dress. Letting the material fall like rags to the bed below. Just as quickly he moves to your core, flipping the knife around so the hilt touches the ruined panties. Gasping when you think he's going to stab you.

"Why would I ruin this perfect sweet nectar in between your legs," giving you a devilish smirk as your body trembles. Running the hilt over your covered core, and you're ashamed to say, you like it. "Are you a slut for my cock, and my favorite toy? Do I need to fuck you with it?"

"Please, don't."

"My Lamb is so polite," his finger hooks around the gusset of your lingerie and he pulls it to the side. The knife running through your folds, before he holds the glistening tool up for you to see, "You sure you don't want me to fuck you with the knife? Look at how glossy it is? My last victim got a taste of that sweet snatch when I shot him. He'll never remember the piece of heaven he got though. I've become a better shot since that cunt christened my gun."

With a slap at your puffy folds, he releases an almost evil and sinister laugh, "Its time for you to relax for me, I'll make it feel so good. You're sure you just want my cock? How about I fuck that ass, while my gun is fucking your cunt?"

"Lloyd stop it."

His hands move to grip your cheeks tightly, a growl grumbles deep in his chest, "I make the fucking rules here! You take it! Did I not make myself perfectly clear? You take whatever the fuck I give you! You are mine to play with in whatever way I choose. That's it," slamming his lips hard on your mouth, he jerks his tight pants down. Almost struggling to undress himself with the fury he's created.

Beefy hands rip away your panties, as he crawls over your body. You rattle at your chain, but he's too busy slamming his cock into your pussy. Rutting into you mercilessly. His own form of a temper tantrum. Grabbing up your wrists, he holds them to the bed as his hips pound into you. Fast and hard is this Lloyd's game. No regard to your pleasure as long as he gets his. But you get immense amount of pleasure.

Never thinking that someone taking what they believed was theirs would make you feel as good as it did. Living now just for Lloyd's enjoyment. Lavishing in every filthy way he decides to play with you.

His cock stretching you out deliciously, moaning up his name, and he basks in the glory of your sounds, "You can try to deny it, my sweet Lamb, but this cunt...ah! It's got me in the tightest Vice grip. You're just as depraved and loathsome as I am. Admit it. I wanna hear you say it. You love what I do to your body. Love when I've got you stuffed and stretched out. Your sloppy cunt is telling on you. She's leaking out onto the bed. Say it! Say you're just as bad as me!"

You shake your head no, screaming out his name, wanting to grip tight to his broad back. "Fucking tell me!"

"Lloyd, I can't, just please...can't."

"I won't judge you," he thrusts into you hard and deep, capturing your lips in his own. Giving the tender skin a bite so deep, you taste the metallic blood, but he just licks it up. "Such a whore. Look at cha," he finally drops your hands, and you grip him tightly. Your body seizes as an orgasm rockets through your veins.

"Your thighs are shaking so much. Desperate little Lamb," one more hard stab into you, you feel his cock twitch, as he spurts deep into your cunt. "Don't get too comfortable, precious Lamb. I'm just getting started. I'm breaking you tonight. You'll admit it. You'll admit how much of a whore you are for Lloyd Hansen, and then I might lick your wounds clean."

[mamamittens]

Should've been using cuts lmao, just know there's a gap between these posts with a lot more context

Anyway!

So I've been considering where exactly this relationship will sit. I'm not going to like, super dark places honestly. Never liked the limb chopping, deep psychological torture sort of stuff.

And it keeps the spice if they hide their actual jobs of being contract killers, so there's that.

Funny side, they try gently broaching the subject of poly in a few different ways. Keeping an eye out for her reactions to figure out where she sits on the issue. She doesn't hate it, but...

"Wow. What a way to end the argument... Sounds exhausting though. Juggling two people like that. I'm tired just thinking about it." Nikia, reacting to a rare movie where the love triangle turns into a poly relationship.

Not the stunning, intrigued reaction they (IE, Thatch) was hoping for, but not the worst either.

As stated before, they'd been trying to slide into her metaphorical DMS for a while now, but she never picks up on it.

What they don't realize is that their own relationship just makes her think they're super friendly dudes with no ulterior motivations. After all, they're both hot dudes who are clearly still very happy together. Very affectionate and she's mindful to not be too close to ensure no misunderstandings. She just loves finally having good friends who want to hang out with her.

It takes Thatch breaking and going for a kiss to shatter all of that.

Her head instantly jerking back as she looks frantically to Izou, horrified that she may have given the wrong idea and now both friendships are ruined. But Izou doesn't look mad at all, though definitely a bit unsurprised by her flustered reaction.

She's so shocked and confused and now Thatch feels like a monster with Izou watching on in horrified amusement.

"Ah--ah?!? I-Izou?!? Thatch?!? Why??? What?!? Why?!? I am so sorry?!?" Poor Nikia, she's just floored.

"well, you're cute and we like you?"

"we?!?"

"Yeah, we. What do you think about that, honey?"

"B-Baffled?!? Why me?!? Both??! Why?!? For how long?"

"For me, long as I've known you. Him, second date."

"You're fucking with me?!?"

No, they were not. And she needs several days to reset mentally. Struggling to ask why without being rude.

Then they figure out after broaching the subject that she's never done any of this and genuinely would have not brought it up out of embarrassment.

Thatch is sick with worry the entire time, terrified she'd run off or decide to hate them instead. Izou is barely any better off. It takes coming to her apartment to get a word out of her.

She's so shy and flustered, they're so damn smug. Thatch moreso when he kisses her properly this time and she's flustered all over again. His hands now free to roam during their hugs.

Unless Izou is watching cause he'll smack Thatch regardless of the company present.

I'm honor of my tendency to write/imagine Thatch/Nikia(sometimes /Izou) where he's just like, a (charming but normal) dude, here's something different!

Modern AU where Thatch is part of a company that is contract killer for hire. They're a big family with a shared passion for murder, the contracts are just to get paid. Most do feel a genuine compulsion to murder and sometimes moonlight as serial killers to handle the urge between missions. Thatch's specialty is food based murder. Allergens, poisons, you name it. If it's to do with food, he's got you covered.

Izou's more old school and tends to do traditional hitman jobs for old money families. The 'no one saw a thing, dude just dropped dead with a bullet between his eyes' type of hit. Very straightforward.

Nikia just works at a library, quietly living her life.

Anyway, Thatch is trying to satisfy an itch with Marco (medicine based kills, or if they need to infiltrate a hospital) and Ace (Arson and death by beating usually). Scoping out the nightlife and seeing how much foot traffic is present for a few pleasure kills.

Nikia walks from work late at night after doing some organizing and passes the boys as they pretend to be drunk and noisy. Resting bitch face as she listens to her music, not giving a shit.

Thatch turns to watch her go and they elbow him with a laugh.

"Oh? Found your next hot date?"

He watched her dark curls catch the streetlights.

"...I think I just did."

He can't quite decide if she'd look more beautiful with a flushed smile on her pale face or limp and lifeless in his arms.

He had plenty of time to figure it out... Izou and himself did get lonely when their jobs took them far from each other for a long time. A cute girlfriend would fill the space nicely for either of their absences.

It'd be such a waste of a pretty face for just one dinner, after all.