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celestialtarot11 · 3 months ago

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Future Spouse PAC—

Hi friends! Highly requested—a future pick a spouse reading. I appreciate all of you for being here <3 please like, comment and reblog to help this blog grow! Your presence means the world. It’s also 11:11 as I type this so for anyone who needs this here you go.

Pile 1: Hi there pile 1! Hope all is well in your world. For you I see a lot of prominence in your future spouse. They are physically well dressed, put together and appear luxurious. They can invest in quality brands and wear clothing that makes them feel good. I’m seeing someone wear a long tail coat and it emphasizes their height, because it’s slender and yet angular. This person has a great sense of fashion! I heard fashion icon. Some people may look to your future spouse for inspiration, and I heard designer. So perhaps they work closely with others in a artistic sense! They could be a Leo, Taurus or Capricorn. This is also someone who is generous with their energy and resources so if someone needs help they will offer it! Humble, has humility and carries themselves well. I have a feeling this is someone slightly older than you! They could have a pet as well, maybe a parrot for someone or a budgie. Cute! But back to their generosity I feel they give back to their community a lot, and may donate, raise funds for charity! There’s this soothing angelicness to them which people are drawn to, and their smile is also soft and beautiful! It’s something you’ll really like! I also see boyish rugged features for those who are interested in men. And for women I see chubby cheeks, fuller lips and lighter eyes! Your person can be on the taller side :) As for their hobbies may include hiking, skiing, camping! They may go with family as well. They could also be into religious studies like studying different religions, cultures and traditions. They may not necessarily be religious, but study the bible or Quran for example. They just love to learn. Thank you pile 1 for being here! Means a lot to me. Hope you like comment and reblog <3

Pile 2: Hi there pile 2! Haha for you I got a very elusive slippery energy from your future spouse. I feel as though in their younger years they were really hot. They were a know it all. They were charming, devious and funny. And they still are! They’ve certainly still got it going. I do feel as though when you meet them you might pick up on those traits from their past and stay away—but this person has identified that they want a deeper commitment here with you. They have grown a lot and instead of chasing cat and mouse, they are confident in attracting the right person. They don’t want games anymore, I’m hearing they don’t have time for it. So your person could be very busy and on the go often, like traveling to other states or places for work. It requires them to constantly be moving. I feel as though there is an element of long distance here but not necessarily forever! They can be foreign, as well. Different culture, values, traditions. But I think this’ll draw them in even more to you and vice versa. I feel this person has worked their way up to developing self respect and esteem, so they may be a bit intimidating at first. I see honey blonde hair, fair to tan skin, and tall figure. They can have toned figures and look as if they work out. They may be into sports of some kind that challenges their body. They need to get that energy out, i feel as though they’re like electricity, constantly sparking and looking to connect to a source. They can be scattered and flighty because their job is demanding of them, but they mean well. They’re funny, confident, boisterous, and charming! Very smooth with their word so expect them to charm your pants off ;) They may have black hair and keep it neatly trimmed! For men I see a neat beard and it isn’t long, it’s not a stubble either. It defines their face very well and I feel they have intense eyes. For women I see brown hair, thinner lips and green eyes! Or just lighter eyes in general. I feel they’re known as muscle mommy 😭 because their body is toned. Thank you pile 2 for being here! Any likes comments and reblogs are appreciated.

Pile 3: Okay right away pile 3 Electric by Alina Baraz began to play! Lol hope your day has been well. I feel as though this person is intense, stern and firm at first. I heard CEO. What kind of wattpad love story is this? Lmfao im hooked. Anyway, this person could have a higher position in your job and I do feel how you meet is they help you out. They may offer you a position, or talk to you, and somehow it slips out that you’re struggling. Im seeing two people meet for coffee in the lounge room and hitting it off, and its unexpected. I feel you two may expect a purely professional relationship but no—this is something deeper. There’s this feeling of intimacy and closeness with you two, like you two saw each other a long time ago and now you’re meeting again. Very familiar and comforting. Feels like 4h synastry! I love that. I do feel as though your future spouse is a provider and doesn’t mind if you want to take the reigns in bed too ;) they are skilled I should mention. I also feel they are someone who tries to understand what their emotions are and what its telling them. So you can help them, maybe you understand emotional processing better and can guide them. They’ll guide you through the material world and offer insights, and help you feel stable financially. I almost feel as though you’re the spiritual one and they are in touch with the material realm. So they are stunned when they hear of your spiritual journey and not only that but attracted. They feel tempted by what they don’t understand. Speaking of temptation—theres a lot. Psychologically it’s tempting to fall into old patterns and I feel as though this connection is helping you release that, but also intimately the temptation is there! Very strong. “Darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea.” I keep hearing that from the song and it describes the depth of your connection when you two meet. I also hear, “touch me, your electric baby.” So you two will definitely feel it. Its unmistakable! A little work romance never hurt anyone LOL that’s what I heard. Someone is saying it like a hushed whisper so I feel ya’ll will physically get closer to talk to one another—it’s an unconscious action yet so intimate. There’s a lot of unspoken tension here between you two. Anyways pile 3 enjoy <3 I hope this helped you! And please don’t forget to like comment and reblog to share the love.

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rovingotter · 4 months ago

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Another Poolverine scene fragment which probably won't become a full story. Mild BDSM, nsfw but nothing too explicit.

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“Say it.” Wade placed the blade of his katana beneath Logan’s chin, lifting his face.

Logan knelt before him on the bedroom floor, hands manacled behind his back. He glared up at Wade; the corner of his eye twitched. “Wade. This is stupid.”

“Did I ask for your opinion, Mr. Judgy Pants?”

“Seriously. This isn't what I had in mind. When you said you wanted to make me say things, I thought it was gonna be…y’know, like making me call myself a filthy slut and beg for your cock or something like that. Just fuck me already.”

Wade hesitated, but only briefly. Logan remembered the safeword; he'd double-checked before they started. “Oh, I will. Once I hear you say the words.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. A flush crept up his neck, into his ears. His gaze shifted away. He mumbled something under his breath.

“Louder.”

Logan sighed tensely, briefly closing his eyes. Wade’s blade was still under his chin, pressing against the tender skin of his throat, not quite hard enough to draw blood. Logan swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing, muscles shifting beneath the skin. He spoke stiffly, his gaze averted: “I’m a g-good—” his voice grew hoarse, cracked slightly. His breathing grew heavier. “I’m a good person.”

“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wade slowly crouched down in front of him, sword still against his throat. He leaned forward, until his face hovered mere inches from Logan’s. “Again, now, with eye contact. And a little more confidence.”

“Saying it doesn’t make it true,” Logan said, a surly growl creeping into his voice. “I’m just—repeating words. Like a goddamn parrot.”

“Oh, but it is true. And I’m going to make you keep saying it until you believe it. You're not getting fucked until you've branded those words into your fucking soul.”

“You’re a maniac. You know that? You’re a sick piece of shit.”

“And you’re a noble, compassionate, courageous man. And the love of my life.”

He sighed, shoulders tense. “Wade…” A hint of pleading crept into his voice. "Come on."

Wade trailed the edge of the blade down his throat to the hollow between his collarbones, pressing just hard enough to leave the faintest red line on his skin. “Again,” Wade said firmly. “With eye contact.”

Logan flushed brighter. Behind his back, his bound hands clenched, flexed and clenched again. His claws started to poke out. He raised his eyes to Wade’s, open defiance in his expression—but beneath the shield of the anger was something else, something helpless and open. “I’m a good—” his voice broke. He blinked a few times, a shine creeping into his eyes. He closed them briefly, then opened them, gazing up at Wade, and whispered, “I’m a good person.”

(Saw some post about “BDSM scene where I force you to internalize a compliment” and had to write that for Wade and Logan. Maybe I will do another scene where Wade is forced to call himself beautiful.)

#poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #deadclaws #fanfic #fanfiction

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justporo · 7 months ago

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Hunger

When his lover is fully drenched with blood after a fight Astarion cannot resist to sate his hungers - all of them.

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A/N: I am still on a quest it seems to write stuff for other's OCs (and I am enjoying it loads to be honest). This time I wrote something for my friend @raphaellearp and her beautiful tiefling paladin Hébée. We hung out late last night, I prompted her to draw Astarion licking blood of her girl, which in turn prompted me to write a little drabble... which led to both of us staying up a whole night, whoopsie.

Pairing: Astarion/Hébée Warnings: blood, light religious imagery, implied nsfw at the end Wordcount: 1,1k ~~~

There was blood.

A lot of it actually.

Fortunately though, it wasn’t Hébée’s and it wasn’t Astarion’s either. It was just that they both had gotten drenched in the Mindflayer colony and there was no easy way to get it off.

But then again, it would be a waste to just get rid of it as long as there was a vampire around, wouldn’t it?

Having dragged themselves back to the Last Light Inn, Hébée was wishing for nothing more but being able to take off her armour and soak herself in a tub. As soon as the tiefling had shut the door behind her and Astarion’s joint room at Last Light Inn she started ripping off bits and pieces of her plated armour. She desperately wished to leave this day behind her. It hadn’t been easy work defeating one of the Dead Three, for neither body nor mind. She wanted rest. And all this blood gone.

Pieces of metal and weapons clattered to the wooden floors as the paladin groaned and worked to get everything off of herself. It was all increasingly becoming too much. She needed to feel nothing but a whisper of fresh air on her strained body.

“So desperate to get your clothes off, my love?” Astarion teased while he watched her tear off armour and clothing.

Hébée simply scoffed while she removed another layer: “Not everything has to be a sultry joke, you know?”

“Oh, but it could be.”

Hébée turned around to her lover with annoyance in her eyes. He was observing her, gaze wandering over where blood was slowly drying on her skin. She noticed how his ruby eyes were flicking over her, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

She truly had been drenched in crimson.

“Don’t say you are this desperate to get some blood,” she snorted as she took off the last piece, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments now.

The look Astarion threw at her was partly offended, partly playful as she turned to him again. When she gazed at him, she also found that there was a tinge of pleading in the crimson of his eyes.

“Astarion,” Hébée said to the vampire, leaning her head to the side. Her tone was now a lot more consoling. “You could have asked at any point.”

His eyes darted away.

Despite everything, Astarion still wasn’t easily made to open up about vulnerabilities

At least now though, Hébée knew to read the signs and Astarion knew not to hide them. Still it was easier for him to express himself in those sultry jokes. Easy to brush it off, just in case.

So Hébée tried her best to make it easy for him. She drew up her shirt she’d been wearing beneath her armour, revealing her bare form beneath.

“I am serious, Astarion,” she murmured as she saw how his eyes were trained on the red wetly glistening splotches all over her skin.

“Take whatever you need,” the paladin continued and let herself fall down on the edge of the bed, opening up the laces of her pants as well now.

“Whatever I need,” Astarion parroted, following after her, too enchanted by her naked body, covered in blood.

Since they had entered the Shadowlands fresh, nurturing blood had been more than scarce. And with the vampire questioning what he really wanted from their relationship, dropping by Hébée just for a bite hadn’t been his top priority. But it had left him struggling, almost starving once more.

But now, as they had defeated Ketheric Thorm, had freed the Shadowlands - there was no real reason to not indulge again, was there? Especially not since it seemed there was already a meal laid out.

Hébée kicked off the last of her clothes, enjoying how the air was now finally brushing over her bare skin. She felt the ache of the past battles and exhaustion, soreness in every joint and muscle. But as she observed Astarion and the hunger in his eyes, she knew there was one more thing to do before she took a much needed rest.

“Please, Astarion, take your fill,” she offered as she observed Astarion also moving to free himself of armour and clothes. “Take anything you like.”

She couldn’t resist letting her hand wander over her naked breasts. Smearing some of the blood there across the chest with that.

“Hébée,” he whispered as he stepped close to her, finally as bare as her. She didn’t even answer anymore, just fixed him with her gaze.

And without another word he just went to his knees before her. Kneeling there like a simple believer ready for worship his red eyes seemed liquid by now.

She knew he was hungering for her in more ways than one. And she was willing to fulfil all of his needs.

Her clawed fingers wandered into his curls while he moved closer.

“Anything?” he whispered while he scooched to be between her parted legs, looking up at her, need, hunger and admiration mixing all into one. With parted lips and his gaze firmly on her, he leaned to her.

The tips of Hébée’s claws softly grazed his scalp - not hurting, only teasing - while she watched how his soft lips enveloped a spot right on her stomach.

She felt his wet mouth sucking on her skin, tongue lapping to catch the blood.

He felt her muscles tense under his touch and the sharp breath she took.

When he lightly began sucking on her warm skin and she could feel his fangs softly press into her abs, she couldn’t help herself. With a moan Hébée threw her head back and revelled in the feeling of her lover’s mouth on her bare skin. It was a soothing cure she didn’t know she had needed.

One of Astarion’s hands came up to wrap the small of her arching back when he moved to yet another bloodstained spot on her abdomen. His ruby eyes jumped up at her when she gasped, watching him lap up more blood from her skin.

“Really anything?” he repeated, tearing away from her only shortly. His breath was brushing over her, making her shudder, making her bite her lip.

“Anything, Astarion,” Hébée replied, almost absent-mindedly opening her legs further for him, arching more, willing him to see that she really meant it.

Astarion’s eyes wandered, from the traces of blood teasing him to yet another thing beckoning to him like a siren song. Right there, right within his reach.

Then they caught the tiefling’s gaze once more, burning, relaying an answer to a question he couldn’t fully put into words yet.

“Don’t mind if I do then, my love,” Astarion purred and moved to sate all of his hungers as Hébée gave into the joy of giving herself, fully.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion bg3 #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #drabble

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 1 year ago

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Steve Harrington x Reader Blurb

For those that love the pure fluff!

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Reader with a vagina.

WC: 1K

18+ Only!

“Steve, Steve.” You rushed out, trying to catch your breath, fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him away from your oversensitive cunt.

“Yeah honey?” He cooed, finally unlatching his lips from your puffy, abused clit to look up at you between your thighs. Arousal dripping from his chin, grinning like a madman.

You couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“C’mere.” You sighed dreamily; eyes half lidded. Watching as he happily obliged your request and started crawling up, placing soft kisses and light nips to your inner thigh, soft belly and the delicate skin of your breasts before finally pressing his lips to yours.

Your thighs part further to accommodate him. His hard, aching cock coming to rest between you.

His hair was hanging down in his face, tickling your forehead as his tongue began to dance with yours. The tangy taste of your arousal made you moan into his mouth, only spurring him further as his hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him.

His cock kicked up, alerting you once more to his needy state, as well as your own.

“Steve, I need you. Please.” Looking up at him with doe eyes and flushed cheeks. Begging as if he hadn't already made you come on his tongue. It was never enough with him though, you always wanted more.

He kissed the tip of your nose. “You sure, angel?”

You nodded, as he reached between you taking the base of his length running it through your folds gently bumping your clit on the way before catching the tip at your entrance.

He slowly pushed in, watching himself disappear into your tight heat. The way your walls sucked him in, as if your pussy was made just for him.

You whined out, catching his gaze as his hips were finally flush to yours. His cock jumping at attention, making another wanton moan fall from your lips.

“That's it, honey. Doing so good f’me. Always so good f’me.” He praised. “Pussy was made for me. All mine.”

“All yours Stevie,” you parroted, already beginning to feel dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the earlier events, but you undoubtedly think it's him. The way he treats you. The way he fucks you. The way he loves you.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He says, as he pulls out just leaving the tip before he's punching his way back in leaving you breathless as he sets a pace that leaves you both moaning, panting messes in a matter of minutes.

He moves slightly, taking your knee into the crook of his elbow, pulling it up as he drapes himself back over you.

The new angle has your nails digging crescents into his bronzed shoulders, as his cock drives deeper, kissing your cervix with every upward thrust.

You loved watching him fall apart, as his jaw went slack, closing his eyes from sheer pleasure. His hair is just beginning to stick to his forehead, from the thin sheen of sweat forming from his exertion.

He opens his eyes in time to see you looking up at him like he hung the moon.

His hips falter, pausing as he grins down at you mirroring your own dulcet smile. He knows what you're about to say and he gives you his full attention.

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, angel.” He kisses your forehead before picking up his pace once more, as you close your eyes, sighing with contentment.

He releases your leg, letting you wrap them back around his waist on your own accord so he could press in close to give you another sweet kiss as his hand travels down past your navel, fingertips grazing your skin. Pushing past your mound, parting your lips to find your clit.

He swallowed your moan, as you arch further into his touch. The pads of his fingers catch your clit as he begins to draw soft, slow circles against you.

“That's it, honey. She's gripping me. You gonna come f’me? Gonna come all over my cock?” You nodded; lips parted but unable to speak.

“You're so beautiful. My girl, all mine.”

“All yours,” you repeated, whiny, voice almost gone as you felt him smile against your neck.

He had you careening towards the edge.

“Come on honey.” His lips now ghosting the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps across your heated flesh. “Give me what's mine.”

“Steve, please.” Not even sure what you were asking for, but he would give you anything. You suddenly felt like if he weren't pinning you down, you would simply float away.

His cock head keeps massaging that soft spot on your frontal wall, feeling every ridge of him upon every exit and reentry. His fingers never ceasing those ministrations to your clit.

“Steve, I’m cumming…” you barely got the words out before your orgasm hit with a blinding force, fire blooming from your core spreading throughout your entire body, electrifying every nerve ending within you.

“That's it. That's my good girl.” He finally stopped toying with your clit to chase his own release as your cunt pulsed and clamped down around him.

A few more quick thrusts and he was following you.

“Fuck… I love you!” He hissed, filling you to the brim and continues to fuck it back into you.

His hips finally stilled, pressing his body to yours, molded perfectly into his, as you finally allowed your eyes to open.

“Hi, pretty girl.” He breathed out, fingertips moving the loose hairs from your face, so he could gain a better look at your fucked out and dazed expression.

“Hi,” you giggled, feeling a little shy under his gaze.

The adoration in his soft eyes made your heart ache. It was almost too much.

He placed a soft kiss to your lips, as he rolled over, dragging you with him as you laid your head to his chest and hand over his heart.

“Happy Valentine's Day, future Mrs. Harrington.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head, pulling your hand up to take another look at the new jewelry that adorned your left ring finger.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Stevie.” Raising up so you could pull him into another kiss. Grinning against his lips, as you spoke “my future husband.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #joe keery #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington blurb #valentine's day

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lily-orchard-gossip-blog · 10 months ago

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Hello hello again! It's good to have you back for a little while! Unfortunately there is a lot of infighting in the critical sphere right now and it's not very fun to follow. And worse still Lily is as smug as ever. People are too invested in who ripped off what, who's disrespecting this or that, they should just be having fun at Lily's expense. That's what Saiscribbles has done, and you can tell how effective it is because Lily has tried every strategy in the book to prove how not mad she is.

You know what?

I think I would like to poke fun at the whole thing. I mean, it's sounds like she's gotten a bit ridiculous since I've been gone. (Ridiculous sounds like an understatement, thought.)

I've done serious and it's exhausting. You can only take her serious for so long before you realize she doesn't really even know or believe what she's saying.

As for the fighting, well... It's a shame, but let's try to focus on what's at the core of this blog: Gossiping about Lily.

...But I do have one thing I want to get off my chest, so I will mention it here and then move on. It is under the read bar just so those who don't care can ignore it.

I do have one thing to say about the drama, and that's about Ethel.

They are a liar liar pants on fire.

Seriously, I watched Evangeline Skovs video, which was one of the better coverages on the subject and there was no plagiarism. Not even of me, and I was a source!

Never mind that fact that Ethel legit lied about my blog in their rebuttal, claiming that Levi couldn't find anything on my blog about their video, or glade, so Evangeline was lying.

Their proof? Levi used the search bar, used the word minor and glade, and nothing came up except one post...

Fun fact: I'm bad at tagging things, and my search bar is kind of useless because of that.

(Side note: why would I use glade's name? Why would I want to draw attention to someone who I assumed wanted to be left alone? I'm pretty sure that was made clear in the video.)

Anyway, if you used my archive you could easily find TONES of posts from me talking about the video in question with details.

Here's one that Ethel conveniently left out:

And you know what's hilarious about that? They reblogged this take to try and rebuke it on their tumblr. (That they have long since abandoned.)

I decided to ignore it, because obviously I'm not going to try and get in a fight with them, and Ethel was so mad by that they messaged me directly to try and threaten me with legal jargon.

So I blocked them.

But hey, since I'll probably never bother with this again, here are the messages. Enjoy old drama from like...2 years ago:

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[Okay, I've put this off for as long as possible, but please, read this case study as right now you are parroting harmful legal advice. Victim testimony not only constitutes evidence, but can be sufficient evidence to convict, a fact that was tested in Commonwealth v Gustavo Gonzalez Santos in Massachusetts.

I’ll highlight two relevant sections in case you don’t have the time to read the entire thing: “The defendant's sole argument on appeal is that the evidence was not sufficient to support his convictions. The defendant asserts that "there were no witnesses to the alleged assaults," "no physical evidence," "no medical or forensic evidence," and "no expert testimony." He argues that "there was absolutely no conclusive evidence presented at trial that suggested the [d]efendant's guilt beyond a reasonable doubt."” And: “Here, the victim testified to facts that constituted each element of the charged offenses. Her testimony, which the jury found to be credible, was sufficient, standing alone, to support a finding beyond a reasonable doubt as to each of the convictions. See, e.g., Commonwealth v. Lawrence, 68 Mass. App. Ct. 103, 104 (2007)

("The victim's testimony was sufficient evidence of [indecent assault and battery on a child under age fourteen]"); Commonwealth v. Gonsalves, 23 Mass. App. Ct. 184, 185 (1986) ("The victim's account of what the defendant did to him in the apartment was sufficient to overcome the defendant's motion for a required finding of not guilty of rape"). The idea that long infected our legal system that the victim's testimony in sexual assault and rape cases is less credible than the testimony of victims in cases involving other types of crimes -- an idea that reflected nothing more than sexism and an unwillingness on the part of our courts to treat sexual crimes as the gravely serious matter that they are -- has been rejected both by statute and by common law.”

When you and others continue to parrot the myth that victim testimony does not constitute as valid evidence, you are harming victims of rape and abuse. This is straight up rape culture and, since I’m pushing back any video coverage on the matter until I’ve finished dealing with Lily because I don’t want to muddle things, I need you to stop promoting falsehoods. We have legal members on our team who have passed the bar, Patchie does not, Opal does not, and neither does You Can Eat Hearts. You are causing unnecessary harm to victims by breathing life into myths constructed by rape culture. To be clear, I am not asking for your denouncement of certain people, just for you to please, stop publishing bad legal takes.

This is also the case in Canada, if you're wondering - https://www.accused.ca/evidence.htm

Sorry, I just realized I didn't give you the US case study. Here it is - http://masscases.com/cases/app/100/100massappct1.html#:~:text=The%20jury%20found%20the%20defendant,We%20affirm. ]

Oct 30, 2022 9:16 AM

Whew, you have no idea how long I wanted to spill this tea.

Alright, I've said what I've wanted to say on this topic. I'm now going to focus on laughing at Lily and her horrible incest stories.

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irrealisms · 1 year ago

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and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the Pants Party was one of the first ideas kelardry and i had for pmmm au--back in, like, last october or so--of… in minecraft, not wearing full armor is a major combat disadvantage. in pmmm, not transforming is a major combat disadvantage. magical girl outfits are all skirts and dresses. therefore: pants party. or the PP, for short. they would think this was funny.

one of the main Points of this fic is something i've been turning over in my head for a while, and that's NPPP + 3ht parallels. they're both teams based around intentionally disadvantaging yourself. bacon saying "if they kill me then everyone's gonna call them broke. because when you're at four hearts it's definitely a disadvantage in some ways, but it's nice because-- who's gonna kill you? like, if they kill you they're just a bad person, you know?" & parrot saying "you can kill us however many times you want, but killing someone with no pants on is embarrassing. it shows nothing but your desire to only fight the weak."

and specifically ... parrot says that there were two options, on the NPPP. either you put on pants or you start exploiting. and either way you're not weak anymore. and he's sort of right but he's also sort of wrong. 3ht shows that that's wrong, in the wormhole, with planet on three hearts, bacon unstacking his totems. there is a third option: you can stick with your team until it kills you. you can stay weak and die for it. i did check pmmm to make sure this was canon-accurate but also: planet's dead body is wearing pants because, ultimately, she's more of a symbol of the Pants Party/NPPP spirit than either parrot or spoke at this point. she stayed weak. and, also, the NPPP spirit is dead, both because they all gave up on it & bc if you stay weak you die. spoke and parrot end the fic transformed. planetlord doesn't.

some canon stuff i wanted to include in the fic but didn't quite work in: the fact that spoke shows the control room to everyone because he respects that planet stayed on 3 hearts (that planet stuck by the disadvantage in his team name!). the fact that spoke fed parrot totems and gear throughout the wormhole. the fact that parrot helped spoke stage the dupe war.

another main Point of the fic is just ... looking at planet's death ban at the end of s4, in a setting where the server doesn't immediately end and restart. in a setting where planet is just ... dead, and everyone has to grieve that. the vision of this 13-year-old girl, dead on the pavement, because of what spoke did, and parrot can't bring herself to kill spoke but-- something is irrevocably broken, with that. there's no going back. planetlord is dead, in a world where that can't get reversed, in a world where that means something.

relatedly: the fact that in PMMM au they're all 13-15. this is so important to me and also i think it captures something important about lifesteal to me which is that they're all...very young? obviously PMMM au is younger than canon but it's also higher-stakes than canon in some ways. the dissonance between "these are people who are destroying worlds" and "this is a teenager who thinks naming something 'poopies' is the height of humor" was something i really wanted to draw out, esp in this setting where death is real and widespread destruction kills people. in PMMM au they are doing horrible things and also they are all so fucking tiny. planet and spoke are both 13/seventh graders; parrot is 14/an eighth grader. they're middle schoolers! they're middle schoolers. i sprinkle this in throughout bc it's so crushing to me to imagine.

bonus fact: i have ages, wishes, outfits, and general storyline mapped out for, like......12 different characters. i have a vision for basically all of s4 in this au. almost everything that happened in s4 has a pmmm au equivalent. it's fun. if i were to write anything else in this au it'd proooobably be mapicc & zam--i have a lot of specific mental images there. check out this pmmm zam i commissioned i love her so dearly

i did fudge spoke's wish for this fic though. in the broader au it's actually vitalasy that can grant second wishes/contract girls without involving kyubey, and spoke and ash did Some Bullshit with that. but vitalasy is so very a witch by this point in the timeline & i thought it'd be fun if parrot had the same "i could cheat and kill spoke here with her own exploits" dilemma that canon parrot had.

you dupe witches by taking a familiar out of the witch you're killing, keeping it alive, and then feeding it humans until it becomes juuuust large enough that it's a witch of its own and will drop its own grief seed. rinse and repeat. this is horrendously unethical but it CAN get you a ridiculous number of grief seeds quicker and more easily than fighting witches normally! i love lifestealers.

i'm proud of the line "She can’t walk forward without stepping over Planetlord’s corpse." . it is up there with planetlord wearing pants in terms of Blatantly Symbolic Imagery.

the title comes from Unmasked! by the Mountain Goats. in general i really like Beat the Champ + Lifesteal. something about the showmanship of it all. as far as Unmasked! specifically ... there's something about finales and losing your secrets and, worse, losing your gimmick. about parrot's triple agenting and spoke's social engineering. about knowing each other and fighting each other and saying goodbye.

#therapists dni #my writing #any british ants in the chat?

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tree0frog · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Can I please have a maze runner and the lord of the rings romantic matchup?? (and forgive me if I make a mistake in the writing, I'm not fluent in english yet♡)

I'm pansexual and genderfluid, that uses all the pronouns.

I'm a brazilian, my house is Slytherin (but I have LOTS of Ravenclaw qualities), my sign is Leo and MBTI is INTJ. I have tan skin, dimples, brown eyes, straight black hair that goes below my waist and bangs. About my body, I think what stands out the most are the really thick thighs and the hands and feet that are really small. I wear glasses (I have astigmatism and myopia, my grade is VERY high); where i live is SO hot but i really like to wear sweats and pants so sometimes it's kind of hard but i think i wear any kind of clothes? I like to experiment with new styles and I really want to dye my hair but I didn't have the opportunity; I'm absolutely addicted to wearing necklaces, bracelets and especially rings, I'm always wearing several.

I have a quiet, observant, sarcastic and motherly personality, although from a distance it seems that I will be rude to you, I will actually be very calm and give you soft smiles. I can get stressed out easily but I don't show anything but glare, and above all I NEVER raise my voice, even in a fight the only thing I'm going to do is keep my voice calm with a firm, authoritative tone. I LOVE protecting and caring for people and listening to them talk about what they like, I always give them my FULLY attention. My love language is 100% touch, I am always touching the people I like and care about. Another thing is that I'm not a submissive person in a relationship, like no.

I'm completely in love with all kinds of art, especially dancing (I'm ALWAYS dancing while listening to music, which is pretty much all day long) and drawing/painting (sometimes I end up doing a whole drawing and not even realize it). I love reading and I always have a book with me, physical or digital. I love animals, I have cats, dogs, parrots, turtles and cockatiels, and I would give my life for them all without a second thought. Oh, I also love anything horror related with passion and bake, most of the time I don't even eat, I just bake and give it to people because I love it when they say they like what I made.

Hii sorry this took so long

Masterlist

Matchup -closed

Request-open

I pair you with Arwen

I think I’m the beginning of your relationship Elrond wasn’t the fondest of you but as time went on he grew to see you as family

Like with Aragon she has give you some type of jewellery but you also gave her one so your matching

She finds it cute that when you two are together and your board you will play with her hands or hair

I defo could see you and her falling asleep together watching the sun set

I pair you with newt

Like newt your only louder when you need to be

He has defo tired to learn your mother language but allways gave up

He has defo also taken your glasses and probably broken them once as well

He finds it cute when he wakes up and your laying agents him

He will dance in the rain with you no matter how much he said no you will make him

#fanfic #x reader #maze runner x reader #match up #tmr newt #newt x reader #lord of the ring x reader #Arwen x reader

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femboyclownpierce · 1 year ago

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crow's danger days au design party

hi! to celebrate reaching 200 followers, i'm hosting a design party for my life series danger days au!

what's that mean? beneath the readmore on this post will be a set of written descriptions for the cast of the au. anyone who wants can then draw what they think those characters look like!

do i have to draw all of them? nope! only do the ones you want!

is there a time-limit on this? also no! whenever you've got the time to do it, go for it!

what even is danger days? IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED! danger days is the 4th (and final) studio album by american rock band my chemical romance! it was a concept album, which can be seen in the music videos for nanana and sing. there's also a tie-in comic book series, danger days california. so if you're struggling for inspiration, i suggest watching those music videos or taking a look at the aesthetic of the comic!

if you're participating, please @ me in your finished pieces! :D

characters

these are the main characters featured in my current wip---the extended cast (as well as some picrews/art i've done of some of them) are in this google drive here. go nuts!! :D

Etho (they/them) Etho is a tall, lanky androgyne, and the tallest in their crew. They have unnaturally white hair with dirty blond roots that they keep longer on the top and shaved close on the sides. Their eyes are an unsettlingly dark shade of brown, bordering on black. They wear a black tank top, dark gray camo-patterned cargo pants (the pockets are full of wires and plastic scrap), well-worn black combat boots, and a heavy green jacket that reaches their thighs. They also wear fingerless leather gloves, protective goggles, and a tool belt that their raygun and other extra tools hang from. They wear a black gas mask on the bottom half of their face nearly 24/7.

Small Beans (he/him) Small Beans is considerably shorter than Etho, and the shortest in his crew. He has half-brown, half-green hair that is unkempt at best and a rat's nest at worst. His eyes are a dull green. He wears a black bleach-dyed t-shirt, ill-fitting and ripped light-wash blue jeans, brown work boots with yellow laces, and a vibrant pink leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders and a myriad of patches. He often steals Etho's leather gloves when they aren't looking, although does own a pair of their own fingerless gloves that have been painted with hand bones.

The Scar (he/him) The Scar is slightly shorter than Etho, and somehow manages to be quite buff. He has well-kept, short brown hair. His eyes are deep green. He has more scars on his skin than can be counted, mostly healed sunburns and raygun shots. Before he joined Etho's crew, he was often seen wearing burgundy slacks and a white, short-sleeved button up shirt. After joining Etho's crew, his outfit completely changed to a skin-tight, short-sleeve black shirt with a triangle cut-out on his chest, black leather pants, surprisingly well kept black boots with mismatched orange and teal laces, and a half-orange-half-teal windbreaker. He is the only member of the crew to never lose his sunglasses.

Pesky Bird (he/she) Pesky Bird is somewhat taller than Small Beans. He has a decently-kept mop of blond hair. Her eyes are rich, chocolate brown. He wears a white t-shirt, straight-fit blue jeans, boots that may have been black once but are heavily faded by the sun and wear, and a bright red leather motorcross jacket with a large patch on the back of parrot wings. She also has a matching biker helmet.

the extended cast can be found in this google drive!

#khaos.txt #danger days au design party #danger days au

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mantis-dea · 1 year ago

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When a Good Deed Causes a Series of Unfortunate Events - Chapter 3 - Cool Magic Trick, Bro

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

I won't be using tags for the next few chapters because I don't want to overhaul the tags with this slow-starting story. I know it can be annoying.

After Chapter 4, the pace will pick up and the romance will start. The first 4 chapters were chapters I wrote about 6 months ago. I picked this story back up about a month ago. I want to finish this story, but I wanted it to be less slow paced. So I am apologizing in advance for the sudden change in pace.

I am hoping to knock this story out in 20 chapters or less, but we will see what happens. Honestly, maybe I'll even change the first 4 chapters to follow the pace of the rest of the story. I just worked so hard on the four chapters that I don't have the heart yet :(

You sit in a barstool on the patron side, munching down on a turkey sandwich, staring at the empty seats in the establishment. You are the sole worker at the bar, once again. Gwess had to leave a few hours earlier, her reasoning being something came up with her pet parrot. Fortunately, no patrons have entered the domain for the past couple of hours, so you were able to finish all the night-shift tasks, meaning you didn’t have to stay around to finish anything; you can leave once the hand touches the two. You stare at the clock hanging up on the wall.

1:48 a.m.

Twelve more minutes.

Your attention draws back to the empty chairs. Creedence does make a profit from this bar, but it isn’t nearly as popular as other bars around here. There are two reasonings. A, this is a relatively new bar that has yet to establish more loyal patrons, and B, Lapalton has mostly party bars.

That’s where Creedence’s bulb on top of his head flickered. He realized there weren’t many bars for the businessmen to discuss business; he created this bar in the hopes to attract them or for people who want a calmer atmosphere after work. You have no doubt in your mind that under Creedence’s guide the SPW Bar will one day become a popular bar.

1:59 a.m.

You stand up to throw away the saran wrap that your now eaten sandwich was sitting upon. While you do complain about this job often, you do enjoy the laid-back atmosphere. Despite getting a few bad apples every night, most of them are well-mannered, even when tipsy. Still, you do not want to make a career out of this occupation. This is just temporary.

Assuming no one will enter the bar, you make your way towards the employee-only area to shut off the lights and to grab your things.

Ding

The nastiest scowl appears on your face when you hear the entrance doorbell chimes. Quick to fix your face, you turn to face your patron with a polite -albeit clearly forced – smile.

The tall man stood near the door with a lovestruck smile that sent the hairs on your arms screaming to be let off your arm. His outfit reminds you an awful lot of Dr. Strange, except with a black cape and dress pants. Purple arrows ran horizontally down his white shirt.

Your eyes look up at the clock.

2:00 a.m.

You give a genuine smile, this time from relief. “Sorry sir. no more patrons for tonight.”

He chuckles, “A drink being served by a beautiful lady does sound good right about now,” he speaks with an Italian accent.

Italian. Accent.

You attempt to take the most silent gulp you can muster. Though, you doubt that he would not be able to tell under his scrutinizing eyes.

Oh no, I’m gonna get Godfather’d.

Leisurely striding over, he takes a seat right closest to you and slides closer. “Though, I’m here for you, Miss Carina.”

You blink a few times before pointing a finger at yourself. “Me?”

“Yes, you. I think you know why I’m here.”

There is no way you can get away from lying with this guy. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and exhale. You open your eyes and look directly into the man’s eyes.

“I was coming home from my shift. As you can see, my job keeps me late. I saw him chilling in the alley, slumped over. He was uninjured, but unconscious. I felt bad, so I gave him an umbrella and called an ambulance. I don’t know what happened to him after that, or if he’s even alive.”

He hums, “Did he have anything on him? Did you see anything around him?”

Yes.

“No.”

He leans in closer, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “You know, I have a special knack for telling if someone is lying.”

Stay calm. Stay cool.

“Cool. However, I am not lying. I don’t like dealing with extra shit since my life is already shit. Listen, I really don’t want to stay here longer. Please.”

He stares at you for longer.

“Well, I can see you are telling the truth,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "My apologies for holding you up, Miss. Have a wonderful night.”

With that, he turns and heads for the exit. The doorbell chimes again as he disappears into the night, but the sense of unease lingers.

Your heart continues to race, pounding in your chest like a drum. Each breath feels shallower than the last, as if the air in the bar had turned into toxic gas. Your trembling fingers clutch the edge of the nearest barstool. Your thoughts race a million miles a second.

Something is off.

Something is not right.

You dare not look behind you, unprepared for what you might see.

The silence in the bar is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the echo of your own rapid breaths.

You know you should leave. Take the back doors and sprint. Yet, your legs feel like lead. Your gut screams at you to run, to escape this place, but fear and curiosity roots you to the spot.

With one final gulp, you finally muster the courage to glance over your shoulder.

“WHAT THE-“

“That’s the ear of the man who ratted on you.”

Your head snaps to the owner of the voice, eyes widening in disbelief. There, leaning casually against the doorframe to the kitchen, stands the man who just finished interrogating you.

“The homeless man.” He strides over with a skip in his step, “You know, the one who was swishing the broken bottle around like a mad man. Yeah, he saw everything. From you giving an umbrella to a passed-out blondie to you screeching and passing out then picking something up near the trash can.”

As he comes centimeters of your trembling form, he slips a hand into his pocket. With one finger, he lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his unnerving gaze.

“I’m not one for beating up harmless women. It goes against my gentlemen’s code. I just want what you picked up, and I’ll be on my merry way out.”

A lightbulb lights up above your head.

Avoiding his piercing gaze, you ask with a quivering voice, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He replies, his surprisingly easygoing grin never wavering.

You scratch your cheek with a slightly trembling finger. “It’s in my bag. In the employee locker in the back.”

You move past him. Surprisingly, he let you do so; you’re acting off. You know he knows that. You slip into the kitchen. Though your heart still pounds, a newfound determination flares in your eyes. In the dimly lit kitchen, you make your way to the back door. You open it quietly and then sprint into the night. Thank Danny DeVito you left the door unlocked when you took the trash out.

You ran, not towards your apartment, of course, but to the next best course of action to scare him off—a nearby crack house.

You sprint across the street, to take a shortcut through Paisley Park. However, before you could feel a moment of relief, a rough hand snatches your arm.

The man, now wearing a pouting, holds up your satchel. “Come on, Carina.” Much to your disgust, he drops your bag and strokes your cheek. “I really don’t want to hurt you.”

Panic surges through you. It seems he went through your belongings, so how did he catch up to you so fast?

He hums, “Perhaps it is at your apartment?” his face lights up as he changes the awkward stance he held you both in. He loops his arm into yours and holds your hand.

What the fuck is going on.

“Why don’t we go together, yes?”

You don’t budge an inch and stare at the man. Perhaps it would just be better giving the man the item. You have this gut feeling that keeping it will only cause more trouble in the future.

At the same token, you feel the need to keep it safe. You are not sure why, but the thought of handing it over leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

In desperation, you attempt to wiggle yourself out of his grip. However, he is having none of it, and decides to just hug you to prevent you from moving.

That’s when you saw it. Amidst the struggling, you catch a glimpse of a ladybug passing your form. As you follow its movements, wondering what it’s doing this late at night, you notice a purple arrow shooting out from his feet and stretching forward. Both you and the man are carried along by the arrow's incredible speed until you reached the tip of the arrowhead. Inside the narrow arrow that barely was the width of the man, you were moving astonish fast; you estimate around 30 mph. As you approach the arrowhead, the arrow would shrink until it completely disappeared upon reaching the arrowhead.

What.

Your mind reels in shock and disbelief. What in the world did you just witness? You look up at the man, ready to bombard him with a million questions, until you see… Well, what the hell are you seeing? A purple face with zigzagging yellow and purple arrows sticking out underneath it. That is literally the best and only description you can give.

WHAT.

Before you can even begin to comprehend this surreal sight, the man interrupts your cognitive thinking, “Carina, will you be telling me which apart- “

Then, he spots what caught your attention, and his demeanor takes a drastic turn. He throws you down to the ground. Your eyes scrunch up in pain as you go down with an “oof.”

He shouts, “YOU!” with tears welling up in his eyes. “When were you going to tell me you were a Stand User! You cheater!”

W.H.A.T.

He stomps towards you angerly, fists crackling. Standing in front of you, his tears fall onto your pants, soaking them. “Of course. You’re a cheater. I should’ve known. Well,” He sniffles, “You know what cheaters deserve?”

Your voice trembles as you respond, “Not death?”

“DEATH.”

The man swings a fist in your direction. However, it never finds its mark. Vines shot up from the ground, ensnaring him. The verdant vines continue to emerge, partially obscuring your view of the man.

Your mind races with a mixture of astonishment and confusion. Just as you are about to shout another “what,” you hear fast approaching footsteps. Once again, your night takes a bizarre turn.

Standing behind you is the same man whom you gave the umbrella to last night. No longer is in tattered clothes, he now wears black dress pants accompanying his neatly rolled-up, white long-sleeve button down. His shirt has a few purposeful top buttons undone, showing a sneak-peak of his toned chest.

He extends his hand towards you, and you accept it, albeit with a dumbfound expression. The ground shudders beneath your feet, giving birth to more colossal green roots that now completely obstruct your view of the other man.

You turn your gaze back to the blond-haired man, who conducts a swift examination of your body, searching for any signs of injury.

You give him a soft smile and take a step back, reassuring him, “I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine, promise. Thank you for helping me.”

His eyes lock with yours as he responds, “This incident is my fault. I sincerely apologize for the trouble I have caused you.”

You stand there, one hand rubbing up and down the opposite arm. Unsure on what to say, you shift your attention back to the vines. Their continuous growth gradually slows down with the passing of time. After another minute or so, they begin to wither and crinkle, eventually disintegrating into ash. The vines no longer obstruct your view. However, your captor is nowhere to be seen.

“So, uh,” you slowly turn your attention back onto the blond-haired man. It becomes evident that his gaze had never left you. “You, uh, you killed him?” you ask.

“Yes,” he replies calmly, “I assumed you did not want to see a corpse, so I moved it away from this area.”

You shrug, “Eh, he deserves it. I mean, who knows what that creep would’ve done if you didn’t stop him. Better him than some other innocent victim, right?”

His lips part before closing his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Honestly, you are having a difficult time getting a proper read on him. “You would be correct.”

Once again, you two stand in silence. However, this time, he decides to look up at the moon, perhaps to give you some space as he may have sense your discomfort.

Your attention turns to your watch.

2:20 a.m.

Deciding that standing around getting bitten by mosquitoes is no fun, you walk over to your bag, pick it up, and then turn to the man.

“You coming, or you just gonna stand there staring at the moon?”

He nods and starts walking towards you. You head back to the bar to clean up the mess. Mysteriously, the ripped-off ear is gone. You make a mental note of the missing ear, you would look around for it now, but you have more important issues at hand. Besides, you’re too tired to care enough about its disappearance, and there’s a good chance your captor put it in his pocket to use as a scare source. You lock the bar, and begin the journey home, with the blonde-hair man walking right beside you.

It is incredibly dumb to have a stranger follow you home. However, the late hours left you with limited options, and you want answers and hot chocolate. Besides, his demeanor, despite it being a brief interaction, seems far from that of a bad person. His genuine concern for any injuries you might have sustained during the encounter is reassuring. He does not seem like a bad person.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten your name.” You begin, introducing yourself first.

“Giorno Giovanna.”

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fitrahgolden · 1 year ago

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Should You Need Me: 7 - All I could think of was sunlight

"Open your eyes, Kate." Anthony panted into her ear.

Kate hadn't realised she closed them. She had been completely lost in Anthony. Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. Lost in the absolute best way, a dreamlike euphoria. But it wasn't a dream. When she opened her eyes, Anthony was really there, and his smile was blinding.

"There you are. Keep your eyes on me. I need to see you." He looked so happy, so… grateful. If she hadn't already believed Anthony before, when he said he was interested in all of her, not just her body, she would have now. He moved over her, rubbing his thumb over her wrists as he held them over her head against the arm of the sofa, drawing circles on her hip with his other hand. This felt like…more. Just more. And Kate didn't know she wanted this, needed this, needed him. But she did.

More than fine. More than content.

Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes.

"Baby, are you OK?"

Kate nodded.

"Tell me–mmm, shit. Tell me you're alright. Is this good?"

Kate crossed her ankles at the small of Anthony's back, pushing him closer to her, causing his strokes to become shorter. "It's incredible, Anthony."

"Fuck, you're incredible."

The gentle fingers on her hip became a bruising grip. He interlaced his hand with hers above her head and squeezed. Anthony faltered. He got off rhythm, and she could tell he was close.

"Baby, can you come for me, please? I'm so close and I don't want to leave you behind."

Kate shook her head. "You're not leaving me anywhere. I'm right here. It's OK. Let go. You come for me."

Anthony's eyes rolled back at her gentle parroting of his request. His grip on her became impossibly tight. His fast strokes broke the hold of Kate's ankles on his back.

He was gone. He was falling. And she caught him.

Anthony fell onto her, and Kate welcomed the weight, the closeness. She rubbed his back as he came down from such a long fall.

Kate's eyes drifted close as she felt Anthony moving around, getting rid of the condom and pulling the blanket over them.

She began losing herself to sleep, and the last thing that Kate heard was Anthony murmuring into her hair, "I think we could make something beautiful, baby." And the last thought she had was, I wonder if Appa would think so, too.

—

Anthony waited for sleep to come while he felt the steady rise and fall of Kate's chest beneath his head, but he had a feeling it wouldn't. Instead of exhausted or worn out, being with Kate had electrified him. He felt oddly alert. No matter. He was content to lie there on the sofa and try to take in the fact that Kate had indeed given him a chance. It was impossible months ago, unlikely weeks ago, but now, it was happening.

"What are you thinking about?"

Anthony looked up to find Kate's doe eyes blinking slowly down at him.

"I was thinking about how much I want to learn about you. I want to know things about you, soul, mind, and body, that no one else knows–almost no one." Anthony's nose flared as he reminded himself that Kate just got out of a long term relationship. "Like… this adorable little mole on your left breast." He ran his thumb over the mole in question before kissing it. "And you probably shouldn't tell me how many other people know about it. I may demand names."

Kate laughed softly as her hand combed through his hair.

"Have you always been a jealous person?" She didn't sound concerned, just curious. Either way, Anthony's answer was the same.

"Honestly? I've never cared enough to be jealous, so this is new territory for me. I'll try to keep it in check."

"Mmm."

Anthony started kissing and biting Kate's neck as he flattened a hand on her stomach and slid it down. He hardened at the moan that fell from her lips when he cupped her.

"I don't suppose we could have a sleepover in my office?" He asked as he teased her.

"Mm, no. I need to go home. Mm. I have a puppy. I need to– fuck!"

"I agree. Let's do that, and then I'll take you home. OK?"

Kate was already losing it to Anthony’s fingers. She whimpered when he suddenly withdrew them.

"Can I take you home, Kate?"

"Yes. Please, Anthony…"

"Shh…" Anthony bit a nipple before kissing down her torso. "I've got you, baby." He swirled his tongue in her belly button before continuing down to put his tongue where it actually belonged. Kate was now its second home, as far as Anthony was concerned.

—

"Hey, um…"

Kate turned around. She and Anthony were getting dressed so he could take her home.

"Yeah?"

"When we get to yours, can I stay?" Anthony ran a hand through his hair. Kate hadn't seen him nervous yet. She took comfort in the fact that, for all of his confidence, Anthony was still human.

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Good. I think I need that."

Kate laughed. "You do?"

"Hell yes, I do. Am I supposed to kiss you on the hand and say 'good evening' after that?" Anthony gestured toward the sofa.

Kate smiled but it fell a bit as she said, "I didn't know if… I know you've been with a lot of women. And I don't… I didn't know if I would–"

Anthony grabbed her arm and tugged her to him. "Don't fucking say it."

Kate's eyes went wide at his sudden authoritative, completely humourless tone.

"I'm only gonna say this once. Never think for a second that you aren't absolutely everything I want and need, and more than I deserve. If I ever give you a reason to think otherwise, let me know that I'm fucking this up. OK?"

Kate nodded, knowing he meant every word.

Anthony placed a hand that felt equal parts possessive and reverent on her cheek and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. "If you even think of speaking about yourself that way again, I suppose I'll just have to fuck those lies right out of your head. Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah." Kate looked down at Anthony's lips and swallowed.

He smiled smugly and gave her a peck on the cheek and a smack on her bum before taking her hand and grabbing the overnight bag he kept in his office. "Let's go, then." Anthony gave the sofa one last look.

"Christ, I'm never going be productive in here again, am I?"

—

"I'm gonna be in trouble with you living so close to the shop."

Anthony followed Kate into her flat, holding his bag and the takeaway they picked up for dinner on the way. Kate laughed as her puppy–Newton, she'd told Anthony he was called–scampered up to him, sniffing and jumping enthusiastically at his ankles. Anthony crouched down and put his fist out for Newton to inspect.

"Here, give him one of these."

Anthony looked up to find Kate handing him a dog treat. He dutifully took it and offered it to Newton, who inhaled it out of his hand.

"Are you a dog person?" Kate asked as Anthony stood up. She took the food out of his hands to bring into the kitchen. He shrugged.

"Eh. I am now, I reckon. May I get a tour before we eat?"

Kate looked around the small space. "I mean, there isn't much to it. Kitchen, living room, bathroom is the first door down the hall."

Anthony looked Kate expectantly. She narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"I assume you have a bedroom?"

"I do. It's at the end of the hall."

"Can I see it?"

"Go on, then," she said, making no move to leave the kitchen.

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I think you should show it to me."

"I think you're a big boy who can find it himself."

"I am a big boy. That's why you should show me your bedroom." Anthony stalked towards Kate when it became clear she wasn't going to make this easy.

"We need to eat dinner."

Anthony tugged on her shirt until she was up against him.

"After."

"I need to take Newton out." Her breath caught as Anthony kissed behind her ear.

"After."

"Now I know you really aren't a dog pers–"

Anthony kissed Kate so roughly she whimpered. She blindly felt around for Newton's lead. "You want to come?" she asked against his persistent mouth.

"Desperately, but you seem set against it," was his response as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of her joggers.

He let up when he felt Kate push back against his chest. "Walk the dog, eat dinner, then you can have your way with me. OK?"

"I'm not mad on the order of operations, but fine."

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Kate had barely closed the cupboard after doing the dishes when Anthony scooped her up and headed toward her bedroom.

"I'm done behaving. It's been hours."

She laughed into his neck as he kicked the bedroom door open. Anthony slowed down to place Kate on her feet. He found the light switch and turned it on. His eyes landed on something on the other side of her bedroom and he took her hand.

"Come here."

Kate was curious as he positioned her in front of the mirror hanging on her closet door. He turned her until she was just so, then he stepped behind her. Their eyes connected when they both looked into the mirror.

"Anthony?"

He softly, slowly ran his fingertips from the small of her back around to her hips. He gripped the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulled up. Kate raised arms to allow him to pull it off of her. Kate turned to look back at him but he silently shook his head and led her by the chin to look back at the mirror. He pinned her with his stare as he kissed down from her neck to her shoulder, sliding her bra strap off along the way. He did the same on the other side before unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor next to her shirt.

Anthony's hands fell away from her body as he walked in a half circle so he was facing her. Kate watched him as his eyes perused her neck, shoulders, collarbones, arms, everything. She could almost see him cataloguing every part of her for future reference. His gaze finally met hers and he moved in as if to kiss her, only to bring his lips to her ear and rumbled, "Keep your eyes forward," before he gripped her hips and slowly sunk to the floor, resting on his knees. He curled his fingers under the waistband of her knickers and Kate shivered at the feel of his nails sliding down his legs as he pulled them with her joggers down to the floor. One at a time, he lifted each ankle and kissed it as she stepped out of her clothes.

Anthony scanned over her lower half much like he did before and Kate was sure her goosebumps were obvious. He opened his mouth like he was going to devour her before closing it again with a barely audible, "mm." Anthony grabbed Kate's hips again as he stood, inhaling deeply from the valley between her breasts up to her hair. Another soft moan from Anthony gave Kate no indication of how long this torture was going to last. He was barely even touching her and she was trembling.

He stood behind her again. As his hand trailed down her spine, Kate couldn’t help herself. "Anthony, please…"

"Hush, Kate." His tone brooked no argument. "We're almost there."

He ran his hands up her thighs and over her bum, letting his fingers barely touch her between her legs for far too brief of a moment. Kate couldn't have imagined the dark laugh she heard as Anthony again fell to his knees, behind her this time. She felt a hand slide up her back and encourage her to lean forward far enough that she needed to press her hands against the glass for support.

Anthony finally touched her, really touched her. She felt like she'd been waiting for hours for his fingers, and she let out a small sob at the relief. Right before he replaced his fingers with his mouth, he whispered against her thigh.

"This is all I could think about that day."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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🌙 Hi!! Can I please have a Tolkien, Harry Potter, Marvel and a Star Wars romantic matchup?? Thank You! (and forgive me if I make a mistake in the writing, I'm not fluent in english yet♡)

I'm pansexual and genderfluid, that uses all the pronouns.

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! I hope you like it! (And I have a turtle too! His name is Turbo) <333

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Tolkien;

Thranduil:

🦌 You met Thranduil with the Company, the Elf King was immediately awestruck, he had never really seen anyone quite like you, like an deity; instead of throwing you in a cell, he went and asked your questions

🦌 The questions about your reasons of being with the Dwarves slowly bubbled into asking you about your hobbies and interests; even though you were a bit wary of the King, you told him that you were a huge baking fan and loved to dance and listen to music

🦌 This interested the King, he was almost tempted to ask you to ditch the Company and throw a ball, he wanted the chance to ask you to dance; but before he had the chance to say or do anything, the next morning you and the Company were gone

🦌 You saw Thranduil again during the battle, helping him with the orcs came a bit too close, you and the Elf King fought side by side, back to back; together you were unstoppable

🦌 In the end of the battle, when all orcs were dead and gone, Thranduil asked if you wanted to stay with him in his kingdom, and of course, you said yes; only then did Thranduil told you about his love for you, and only a few weeks later did you become a ruler beside him

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Harry Potter;

Lucius Malfoy:

🐍 You met Lucius back in Hogwarts, being in the same year and house as him, you did interact with the young man, but his ideals soft of spooked you; but that didn't stop you from being civil with him, though you were a Slytherin, you were kind to all and didn't believe in all the pure blood stuff

🐍 Lucius on the other hand, disliked you to a point, but by the end of the fifth year, he almost seemed to change, but that all seemed to crash down after he was arranged to marry Narcissa; he went back to being cold and cruel, and then you didn't see him for another ten or more years

🐍 As the new DADA professor, you ran into Lucius when he came to the school to talk to Dumbledore, and you were shocked; you froze actually, greeting each other awkwardly as your minds raced with unknown and mixed forgotten feelings, (you hadn't gotten over him)

🐍 When you saw Lucius again, he came to your class during your break, he asked about his son and how he was doing until the conversation went to what the two of you have done since your days at Hogwarts; it was... Nice, sort of, and you could almost see that sweet old Lucius with every gray glint in his eyes

🐍 That was when he said he got divorced a couple of years ago, or well, Narcissa left him, sharing custody of Draco, and Lucius wanted to let you know about the feelings he felt for you that he pushed away during your school days; you both didn't want to speed through any relationship, so day by day you both allowed yourselves to get closer, and really, everything went perfectly (until Voldy came back)

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Marvel;

Erik Killmonger:

🔪 You were partners with Everett, staying back with him in Wakanda to help the Queen, Princess Shuri, and T'Challa; but, you had a secret that not even Everett knows about

🔪 You used to know Erik, yeah, awkward... and he recognized you too, you never thought you'd see him again, after so many years; and even though Erik was a somewhat cold and calculating person, his old feelings for you resurfaced

🔪 He was panicking a bit actually, he had pushed himself for taking over Wakanda and avenging his father that when he saw you again, he sort of freaked out as his heart began to race and his mind ran with only thoughts of you; you were feeling the same, and you were going to do something about it

🔪 Sneaking away from M'Baku's people, T'Challa, the Queen, and Everett, you sneaked back into the kingdom, where you almost got skewered but Erik stopped his new royal guards; you both slid away for a more private conversation, where you both talked about what had happened, and you asked him if he'd stop trying to take over Wakanda, Erik seemed hesitant but agreed, (for you)

🔪 Erik surrendered, and you were happy that he wouldn't get killed, and since this was probably a big blow to his pride, you stayed with Erik as much as you could and made sure he was alright; he was grateful for you and grateful that T'Challa understood him as well (he loves the sunsets here when he watches them with you)

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Star Wars;

Anakin Skywalker:

✨ You met Anakin when you were a Jedi and he was still a Padawan, being friends with Obi-Wan, you were introduced to Anakin; immediately when Anakin saw you, he was like, "Wow, look at those dimples," and you were like, "Wow, can't wait until he's a Jedi and he grows out that hair,"

✨ You were sent on a lot of mission with Anakin and Obi-Wan, during that mission you were sure to protect Anakin as much as you could when you saw him struggling, (which was hardly ever); Anakin did the same, also feeling a need to protect you, (which you also hardly needed)

✨ After one particular mission, you confessed to Anakin that you had feelings for him, and good thing for you, he felt the same; and that's when you and Anakin began courting/dating

✨ When you two weren't busy, you and Anakin would walk about whatever planet you were on, looking at the nature while you spoke about animals, books, music, and food; most of the time you'd joke around and play childish games together

✨ You knew you truly loved him when he saved you from Palpatine, knowing that the man was tricking him about you; after the huge battle and feeling thankful that most Jedis found a way to escape, Anakin found a small hut to call home with you, and as a promise of his everlasting love, he bought you a necklace

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violetsiren90 · 1 year ago

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🌤☔️!!

Thank you for the ask, Yoon! I just love these 😊💕

I'm going to add a cut, because whenever I share my stuff, brevity escapes me ENTIRELY...😅🤷‍♀️

⛅: Favorite piece of dialogue in an WIP

I love this exchange between Hobi and Yoongi in one of my WTMS drabbles that I'm working on. (This drabble visits where Yoongi and MC are at in the same moment during their years apart, and Yoongi is meeting Hoseok for drinks):

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"Alright, old buddy, what's got you down?"

The slim, dark-haired young man slid into the booth across from Yoongi. The older man's eyes softened slightly, and his mouth quirked up into a small smile as he regarded his companion over a swig of Pacifico.

"Who says I'm down?" he asked in a mildly affronted tone, drawing a hand over his beer-slicked lips.

The other man's mouth broke into a toothy smile, his lips pulling into a heart-shaped grin as he let out a boisterous peal of laughter.

"You never call these days unless you are," he rejoined, grabbing a foggy acrylic standee from the center of the table and squinting at its small list of beverages. "Geez, they really don't have much of a selection here, do they?"

Yoongi snorted.

"Since when are you an alcohol connoisseur? You don't even drink, Hoba."

"I do too!"

A waitress slid a food menu in front of Hoseok, who trailed wide eyes up her tattooed arm to her bright blue pixie cut with a thick swallow.

"Our mango ahi tacos are on special tonight," she hummed with a wink.

The young man's ears flushed a bright shade of crimson as he stammered something about passing on the food but wondering if they had any ciders. She pocketed her tongue in her cheek as she flicked her eyes to Yoongi.

"You hungry?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and tilting a hip clad in low-slung cargo pants and a studded belt in his direction. Yoongi looked up at her and shook his head, taking another sip of beer.

"Hm, damn shame," she hummed, flicking her eyes over him a last time before sauntering back to the bar.

Hoseok tracked her every move with a slack jaw, craning his neck to watch her slip through the kitchen door before turning his face - features, still frozen in lascivious astonishment - back to his friend.

"Holy shit, hyung," he murmured, covering his mouth with both hands, "You could see her nipple piercings right through her shirt!"

Yoongi grunted in assent, trailing a cloudy gaze over the table's waxy surface as he picked at the bottle's damp label.

"You gonna get her number?"

"What?" Yoongi shifted in his seat, eyes refocusing on his friend.

Hoseok sighed.

"No, you're not. This is about her, isn't it?"

Yoongi glanced down at his beer again, then raised it to his lips and drained the bottle.

☔: Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I have one that I will probably never get around to, but that I like to daydream about from time to time: Pirates of the Caribbean via BTS.

Basically a reader-insert OT7 pirate AU that centers around a Namgi rivalry where Namjoon is the notorious captain of the bloodthirsty Bangtan crew, and Yoongi is his erstwhile first-mate (banished from the crew and now on a mission of revenge).

For the members in Namjoon's crew I always think of Jin as the cook a la Long John Silver (with the parrot, without the peg-leg), Hobi as Namjoon's new first-mate, and VMIN as crew members who are lovers AND are actually sirens Namjoon freed from human enslavement and who now crew Namjoon's ship out of loyalty and gratitude (wouldn't they be scary and sexy though???).

MC and Jungkook would fit in as strangers who end up on Yoongi's ship seeking your own ends (stowaways? captives?). There would definitely be romance involved, lol.

I'll probably never write it, but if anyone sees this and gets inspired, please feel free to steal the idea!

Thanks again for these asks, Yoon!! Love you!! 😘😘😘

If you want to send me an emoji or two, I'll answer about my WIP's!

#mermail 💌#mootie cuties #ask games #writer asks #yoons<333 #orchidyoonkook

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Can I please have a Percy Jackson, Demon Slayer and Genshin Impact romantic matchup?? (and forgive me if I make a mistake in the writing, I'm not fluent in english yet♡)

I'm pansexual and genderfluid, that uses all the pronouns.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Your english is very good! I hope you like your matchup!

In Percy Jackson, I match you with...

You and Annabeth are so similar! You're both smart, observant, and sarcastic, but you care deeply about those that matter to you.

Understands getting stressed better than most people. She has a lot of responsibilities, both externally and internally enforced, so she can see when you're getting stressed straight away.

A complete hypocrite when it comes to giving advice on how to not get stressed. Annabeth knows a lot of destressing methods, as well as how to prevent stress and she'll do her best to make sure you don't get too stressed.

Meanwhile, her own stress is growing by the day...

If you show her the same care she shows you, she will feel so honoured. She didn't have a great relationship with her family so having someone show her true care means a lot to her.

Annabeth would love reading with you. She's a fan of reading different things and then swapping once you're both finished so you can talk about your favourite parts at the end.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Despite what you may think, Tanjiro loves your sarcasm! He's a people pleaser through and through so he likes that you often speak his mind about things that he would be too kind to say.

Loves your cooking! He isn't picky about what he likes or doesn't like so anything you give him will be appreciated.

I think Tanjiro would enjoy drawing or painting with you. He's not a master artist but he's not too bad either.

You're his favourite thing to draw or paint so expect him to look at you a lot while you're doing your own thing. He has to make sure he captures your likeness as best as he can.

Loves giving you hugs. I think Tanjiro's love language is also physical touch so he's more than happy to give you all the affection you need, whenever you need it.

Super supportive of you whenever you need to go near water. He'd be more than happy to teach you how to swim or, if water's still not your thing, he's also happy to just sit with you by the water while the others splash around.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Nilou are art buddies! She's a super creative person so you'd get along well in that regard.

She loves dancing with you! It's her main hobby, and the fact that you enjoy dancing as well means a lot to her. She gets to share her favourite thing with her favourite person!

I see Nilou as someone who likes animals as well. Whenever you're out and about and you come across an animal, she's more than happy to stop and say hello to it with you.

Greatly appreciates your calm nature. As a creative person in Sumeru city, she has to deal with a lot of negativity from the people in the Academia. Your caring nature is a nice breath of fresh air.

Would help you dye your hair! However, I think Nilou would go a bit overboard with the dye and make crazy patterns in all different colours. So if you're up for having rainbow hair, she's the person to go to!

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #percy jackson #annabeth chase #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro kamado #genshin impact #nilou

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Hi!! Can I please have a romantic matchup?? (and forgive me if I make a mistake in the writing, I'm not fluent in english yet♡)

I'm pansexual and genderfluid, that uses all the pronouns.

I match you with...

Jihyun!

All right, so you're the kind of person who is very forthcoming with what you feel. You don't want to insult other people in a fight, no, you would take the path that allows you to say what needs to be said without insulting other people. Sometimes, people need to know that they're doing the wrong thing and you want them to know that they can't do that. They should be ashamed of themselves. It's good to stand up for things when you know something is wrong.

That's why the perfect match for you is surprisingly Jihyun. It might seem counterintuitive to put somebody who is so strong and confident with him when he is still learning how to use his voice first and foremost. But, having somebody who is confident gives him the strength to look in the mirror and realize that he needs to work harder on himself so he can feel the way he did before his insecurities took control.

It's inspirational, but not such in a way that it's pure idol worship. He learned his lesson the first time. That's never going to happen again. There is something poetic about you being able to pull him into a dance in the middle of the afternoon for no reason. Sometimes you just have to dance for no reason, and your sporadic and situational choice to live freely makes him feel alive.

#matchup #ask #anon #mod kait

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frickityfrackityfuckingshit · 1 year ago

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God I hated the sound of their voices.

Scratching and grating, but quiet, like a brush against rough concrete.

I would probably have been able to keep myself together, if I wasn’t so fucking hungry.

My stomach cramps at the thought, and I stare down at the empty shells - I’d already eat all the nuts and things they’d given. Like, shitty, alien trail mix, but you only get two handfuls a day.

I was seriously considering chewing up the woody remains, despite the fact that my past attempt had resulted in promptly choking and spitting it out.

Maybe if those fucking aliens would just shut the fuck up.

I stood up suddenly, needing to do something, anything to distract from the roiling in my stomach.

And there they sat, watching me like a fucking lab rat as I walked around my enclosure, their fancy little spaceship pod thing hovering nearby.

This place was massive that was for sure. I’d yet to find the edge. I could run away if I really wanted to. But they had this annoying tendency to follow, and the running felt like wasting too much energy considering how they found my again 5 minutes later.

There was dirt in my pants. I hadn’t showered in two days, and I think I’d already sweat more than I had in my entire life. I felt disgusting.

It certainly didn’t help with my mood.

I might have considered hunting down those little bird looking things, if I knew how to hunt, or build a fire, or even fucking cook.

The fire went out of me all at once, and I slumped to the ground again, staring longingly into the dirt.

I picked up a rock at my side. It was fairly large, rough in a sharp way, that had me handling it carefully, and filling my hand like a baseball.

It was tempting. And god if I wasn’t hungry.

And still they whispered on.

They’d talked to me, when they first grabbed me. Said something like “oh a fleshy little species, interesting”, and then they had the audacity to just leave me here like some brainless animal-

I stood up, rock in hand, then hesitated.

Where would this even get me? Beating them up might feel good in my enraged state, but it wouldn’t help in the grand scheme of things. It was just them and their stupid, alien notes on stupid, alien paper, following me around on their stupid, alien-

I stiffened, drawing their bug-like attention back to me. The way they gazed, unblinking, the rasping continuing to flow from their mouths, like some insectisoid eldrich fae.

I’d tried talking to them. They’d looked amused, and ignored me.

I felt my resolve settle.

Anything that happened, they brought it upon themselves.

I stepped towards them, and their rasping turned to a tittering, clicking sound that I’d come to assume was laughter.

These fucking aliens with their fucking exoskeletons thought they were safe. Thought that my soft skin made me weak. Thought that they could feed an endurance predator like a parrot. Thought I wouldn’t fight back.

And there they were.

Laughing at me. Like I was only baring puppy teeth.

I snapped, launching myself at them.

I landed on the one on the right, their thin, wing-like appendages snapping satisfyingly under my weight as I fell on top of them.

A loud piecing shriek filled my ears, but it was almost a relief from the ever grating sound of their voices. I didn’t hesitate as I pushed the rock up against their thin, brittle neck.

“You,” I breathed raggedly looking at the second one, who had backed away a few metres. “Are going to get me the fuck out of here. Right now.”

They looked at the sky nervously, as if awaiting god to strike them down, and then shook their head at me.

“NOW!” I yelled, pushing down on the alien below me, wedging the rock further under their chin. Their wings splintered further, and a garbled whine came out of it.

They stared with lidless eyes, which I’m sure would widen if they could. They clicked a couple of times, before tapping the side of their head, which lit up.

“Restrain,” they rasped. “We will comply.”

I lifted the alien below me by the joint to its limb. It was so light, I didn’t even need to remove the rock.

I walked them over to their vehicle. Stepped inside and sat myself down, still not letting go.

“Ok,” I breathed out, trying to collect myself. “Now please, just get out some goddamn food.”

Without eyebrows or facial muscles, it was difficult to tell how they felt really, but the alien might have been confused.

It opened a section of the wall, revealing a massive bucket, full of more of the nuts they’d been giving me over the past two days.

Seriously, did aliens know nothing about enrichment, I thought, a little manically. What did they expect to happen.

I released the alien from my grasp, and grabbed for the bucket. They didn’t look like they were gonna fight back, but I kept the rock held up threateningly just in case, as I dove into the bucket.

God my mouth was watering over the worst fucking nuts I’d ever eaten in my entire life.

“Now um,” I said through a mouthful of food. “Take me to your leader. Or something.”

The uninjured alien started up the vehicle without a word. And I spent the rest of the ride snacking in blissful, blissful silence.

Aliens have captured you, and placed you in one of their nature preserves. However, they have sorely miscalculated on two issues: The amount of calories needed to keep a persistence predator sated, and the lethality/brutality of a hangry human.

#writers #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspiration #hangry #aliens #angry humans #humans are weird

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