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[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

May I request a Top!Lee Know x Btm! Mreader. The reader decided to tease Lee Know by sending some nudes and even the reader wearing lingerie. Lee know couldn't do shit so he called home earlier and the reader gave Lee know a lap dance and riding him in the process.

SEPERATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): Dominate/Power Bottom

genitals: Dick

name(s): Kitten (for a bit), baby (?)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ LEE KNOW:

role(s): Submissive Top

genitals: Dick

name(s): Bunny

WARNING(S): Lap dancing (never done this before), kitten/bunny name kink (I'm not into pet play), moaning and groaning, Dick riding, kissing, honestly that's all I can think of. You are wearing white lingerie with cat ears. Lee wears a bunny headband. Butt plug. Rushed writing. This might suck ass.

AUTHOR: Some of these requests got me really thinking like my writing skills aren't that good y'all..but thank you for requesting and I hope this pleases you!

P.S: Not only that, I kinda rushed this. I kept on going then stopping then going so I'm so sorry if this turned out bad.

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"GIVING YOU A SHOW!"

Fuck, he was hard. Why were you doing this? You knew he had practice to do with his members, yet you do something like this.

He bit his bottom lip, looking intently at the photos you are sending in full nude.

He saw you naked a couple of times, like changing, showering, and, well, sex, so this didn’t phase him one bit until one photo caught him off guard.

You are in white lingerie wearing a white cat-ear headband, posing sexually just for him.

His face looked neutral, but his ears were burning red as he tried not to get too hard in front of the cameras for SKZ-TALKER for fans who were excited to see next.

He kept staring until someone sat down next to him, making him immediately turn off his phone and throw his phone to the side. Luckily, it didn’t hit the floor, which could grab everyone's attention except the one who sat next to him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?"

He slowly side-eyes the man beside him until he quickly softens, noticing it is just Jisung.

Lee Know sighed as he tried to adjust himself to get comfortable, trying to hide his bulge from Jisung, others, and most definitely the cameras. “Yeah, it's just, something happened at home with [Your Name]...I might need to leave early..."

"Oh? Are they okay? Do you need any help?"

Lee Know just shook his head. "No, it's just a fever. Can you let the others know I'm leaving early? I promise tomorrow I'll make it up to them."

Jisung nods as he stands up and walks away to Chan to tell him. He watches as Chan stares at him and nods, letting him go.

He quickly grabs his stuff, bowing down a goodbye as he steps out of the dance room then leaves out of the building.

He can handle you later.

He lied; he cannot handle you later.

He found himself allured by your moves. Your hips were swaying as you pulled him by his collar, dragged him to the couch, and put on a bunny ear headband on top of his head. He even noticed his kids, the cats, weren’t here, so he assumed they were getting taken care of by one of your friends as per usual.

He was technically trapped by pleasure.

The way the white lingerie compressed your body, it was so hot, he could cum untouched, which was kind of pathetic now that he thinks about it.

You kept on teasing him with your dancing until you finally landed yourself sexually into his lap, your thighs between Lee’s thighs. You started to move your lower body, almost like you were giving him a lap dance.

Lee Know groans a bit as he feels your ass touching his bulge, struggling not to touch you to ruin your performance.

“Aww, my little bunny, you seem to be having a hard time trying not to fuck me... How cute." You whispered into his ears, smirking at your lover's weak state.

“Kitten, please…” Lee wanted more than just teasing; he was technically begging for the next main performance.

All you could do was laugh a little as you stopped moving your hips, stopping the friction as you just sat on top of his hard bulge.

Lee whimpers as he stares at you.

That’s when you sat up, leaving his lap, causing Lee Know to look at you confused.

“It’s the next performance, the main performance... Shall you join me, my bunny?"

Lee Know’s aching, hard dick twitched through his sweatpants as he quickly took it off along with his boxers. You laughed as you slowly took off the white panties that were holding your hard dick in place.

He was looking at you all hungrily; he could finally feel your pleasure from all the teasing you gave him.

You walked back to him, swaying him again as you sat on top of his lap, feeling his dick touching yours.

“Kitten, where is the lube? We should prep you first."

You shook your head as you grabbed Lee Know’s hand and reached behind your rim to feel the handle of the end of the buttplug inside of you. He groans as he pulls the buttplug out of you, feeling the lube spill a bit onto his fingertips.

You bit your lip as you sat yourself up again, lining his cock near your rim, teasing him again.

“Fuck, please stop teasing me, kitten; you have been teasing me." You cut him off by putting his whole dick inside your hole, and you both moaned.

You felt so full, while his dick felt so warm and a bit tight.

You grinned your body as you kissed his neck, Lee Know letting you take control.

That’s when you started riding his dick up and down, feeling his dick hitting your prostate, making you moan louder.

Lee Know moans as you continue riding him, almost at both of you guys' limits, as you feel his dick twitch inside of you, indicating he was about to come.

“My bunny, are you close?” Lee just nodded as you bounced harder until, finally, you both came. You leaned into Lee Know’s sweating body with your body, breathing heavily.

This shit was ass, my bad y'all 💀🙏🏽 I fr was having writers block and I cannot write smut for the sake of my life.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 2

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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“Cassy, pardon my eldest daughter. As a mother, I admit the mistakes and the shame you've witnessed today.” Genevieve clasped her friend’s hands together, her demeanor polished yet tense.

She couldn't ruin Victoria and Bucky's engagement because of you. She had worked hard to persuade her husband to connect with the Barnes.

Juliana looked at Genevieve, noting how she was swallowing her pride—a remarkable feat for such a proud woman. She gently patted her friend's hand. “It’s alright. Every family has its own troubles.”

Genevieve's face brightened upon hearing that. She placed a hand on her chest. “Oh, what a great friend you are. I’m so glad we’re going to be in-laws.”

Victoria felt a wave of relief wash over her. Your attempt to ruin her future hadn't succeeded.

Bucky and his mother, exuding an air of sophistication and wealth, got into their Rolls-Royce Phantom. Juliana's movements were graceful, and her every gesture was a testament to their family's high status. Still silent and composed, Bucky followed her, his mind racing with thoughts of the day’s events.

In the quiet ride, Bucky's mind kept replaying the events of the day. His fingers touched his lips.

Someone had touched his face and kissed him.

He hadn’t vomited or fainted.

He would have to see the doctor tomorrow.

“Are you alright?” Juliana looked at her son, noticing how unusually quiet he seemed. He hadn't shown any reaction when she saw him get so close to you. Compared to Victoria, she could see Bucky's face turn pale.

Bucky murmured, “It's strange.”

Then he looked at his mother. “After what we saw today, do you still want to keep the engagement going?”

Juliana tilted her head and crossed her arms. “We need their money. I thought being in-laws would benefit us, but I'm starting to have second thoughts. We'll see.”

She asked, “What about you? If you don't like it, we can stop the wedding.”

Bucky hummed, his eyes looking out the window. “I don't know.”

Right now, all he needed was an answer to why he didn’t react when you kissed him.

He grabbed his phone and started typing, his fingers moving quickly over the screen. “I want you to search for someone.” Then he clicked send.

Within a minute, his phone vibrated with a message: “OK.”

Bucky leaned back in his seat, his fingers lingering on his lips, his mind racing as the car smoothly glided through the city streets.

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Inside the bedroom, Bucky emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets glistening on his six-pack abs and muscular chest. His dark hair was damp, and he exuded a fresh, clean scent.

He had spent an hour in the shower, trying to wash away the sensation of Victoria’s touch.

Then he heard his phone buzz again. It was the information he had requested about your background.

He quickly put on his pants, then sat on the edge of his bed, his body still slightly wet, and started reading the message, his eyes scanning the details intently.

The story unfolded: you are the child of the first wife. After your mother's death, your father, Jonathan, brought another woman and her daughter into the house.

It turned out that when Jonathan was drunk, a woman took advantage of the situation. That woman was Genevieve, and her daughter was Victoria.

You hated your stepmother and stepsister, becoming a rebel. You caused chaos at home and were a troublemaker at school, until the day you were finally kicked out of the house.

Bucky read on until he reached the part about your occupation. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he stood up abruptly. “She's what?!”

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“RINGGGG!”

The bell's sound echoed throughout the entire building. It was supposed to signal the students to enter their classrooms. But they didn’t. They continued smoking, sitting on the floor, or sleeping.

This was a common sight at Granite Hills Reform School, where problematic, delinquent students from all over the country were gathered.

“Tuck. Tuck. Tuck.” The sound of something hitting the floor echoed in the hallway. Students who were still lingering started to head into their classrooms. The sound served as a final warning for them.

They didn’t want to have a problem with the person responsible for the noise.

“It’s time to enter the class, you lazy pricks. Why the heck are you guys still here? Are you discussing the solution for world peace?” You tapped a baseball bat on a locker door, addressing the final-year students who were still acting tough.

The students who had been acting strong before began to back away. One of them pulled a friend away from starting a fight with you. “Let's go. Didn’t you hear she fought two students who weighed like sumo wrestlers?”

“It was her? Damn. No wonder she broke her left hand.”

You watched as the last group of students left the hallway. Now it was empty.

You entered your classroom. Your students were already waiting for you, looking attentive and ready.

You sat on your chair and rested your leg on your teacher's desk.

Pointing at one student, you said, “Andre, prepare the TV.”

“TV again? When can we study?” Jimmy, one of the students, complained.

“Now you want to study? Fuck. I don't get paid enough for this,” you retorted.

“Grab your phone and look for 'To Kill a Mockingbird,'” you instructed.

“We didn't use the book?” Jimmy asked.

“What's the point? You're going to throw the book away,” you replied.

The other students agreed with your reasoning.

“Read two chapters, and I will ask you questions,” you said.

The students in your class started complaining amongst themselves, but you didn't care.

After a while, you announced, “Time's up,” and began asking questions.

You got up from your seat and walked around the class, your presence commanding attention. Then, you picked unlucky student Jimmy.

“Who is Scout Finch, and how does she introduce herself and her family in Chapter 1?” you asked.

Jimmy gulped nervously. “Scout Finch is a local shopkeeper who lives alone and has no family.”

“WRONG,” you declared bluntly.

“Miss, I know the answer,” Andre raised his hand eagerly.

“Give it to me,” you commanded.

“Scout Finch is the young narrator of the story. She introduces her father, Atticus Finch, her brother, Jem, and mentions her mother’s death,” Andre confidently answered.

You snapped your fingers, a smirk playing on your lips. “That's right. Bravo.” Then, you pulled dollar bills from your pants pocket and handed them to Andre.

“As a reward, you could skip this class, buy a coca-cola for you, and grab a coffee from the cafeteria for me,” you said.

“But… I'm diabetic,” Andre protested.

“A mineral water for you then,” you replied dismissively.

Andre rolled his eyes and left the classroom. As he headed to the cafeteria, he never imagined that the hallway would be empty and the dirty graffiti gone.

All of this has happened since you joined this school, and the crime records have also decreased significantly.

You were scary as heck, but you had made a change in this school.

As Andre returned to the class with the drinks, he saw someone who seemed out of place entering the building.

He looked the gentleman up and down. This man seemed to embody the type of person he wanted to become when he grew up.

“I'm looking for Miss Sinclair,” the man asked Andre with a deep voice.

Andre raised his eyebrows, taken aback. “My teacher?”

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Back in the classroom, you sat behind your teacher's desk, still asking questions while waiting for your coffee. You rested your right arm behind you and propped your legs up on the desk again.

Finally, Andre entered.

“Finally—" you began, but your words stopped short when you saw the person behind your student.

“Whaa—Andre, did you bring your master?” Jimmy asked, starting to laugh. “Hahaha—oh.” He realized he was the only one laughing in the class.

Andre handed you your coffee. “Here's your coffee, miss. This gentleman is looking for you.”

“Oh, you have a gigolo, miss?” Jimmy quipped.

You looked at the guest while sipping your hot coffee. “The outfit he's wearing from head to toe is worth more than your net worth, Jimmy.”

Other students murmured while Jimmy asked, “Should I become a gigolo too?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked Bucky.

“I want to talk to you,” Bucky replied.

“I don't have time,” you retorted.

“Is this how you talk after you stole a kiss from me?” Bucky's words hung in the air.

“Oohhh…,” the students murmured in surprise, their voices echoing in the classroom. Seeing their intimidating teacher talking to a man who looked prosperous, and she stole a kiss??

“RINGGGG…”

“Get all of your asses out of this room,” you commanded sternly, gesturing for the students to leave.

“Awww,” the students started complaining, reluctant to leave as they wanted to see what happened next. However, they eventually relented and filed out of the classroom, grumbling as they went. In a short moment, the classroom had become empty.

“Is this how you talk to your students?” Bucky asked, a hint of amusement in his voice, observing your interaction with the students.

“They're not students, they're devil spawn,” you replied with a wry smile, leaning back in your chair with a sense of satisfaction.

“Pfft…” Bucky turned away his face, trying his best not to laugh. Now, he realizes entirely that you're different from all the women he's ever met, especially Victoria.

“So why are you here? Is it because I kissed you without your consent?” you asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Ehm. Partly. And I want to talk to you about something else. Please,” he replied politely, his demeanor surprisingly calm despite the situation.

You raised your eyebrows, not expecting him to ask so politely. He didn't seem mad, even after you kissed him. You were starting to feel like Bucky was too good for your stepsister.

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Since this blog is basically ending in a week I guess I should make an in depth post about "what's next," as well as some of my thoughts about this whole project

The big question that everyone has, so much so that I've given answers to it several times before, is "will there be a second season". Once more from the start, a whole new submission phase and a whole new bracket. To reiterate the answer I gave before while giving some new details; I don't have any plans to. That doesn't mean it's never gonna happen, but if it does I don't know when.

I usually try to avoid giving any personal info, but to give a slight peak behind the curtain I made this blog when I was taking a gap year between high school and college, so a time where I had very few responsibilities. Well I'm going to college later this year so I don't expect to be able to do the same "8 polls per day everyday for months" lifestyle that was required to run a bracket of this size.

Oh course I would like to do another one of these. It was a lot of work but it was mostly fun. It's also by far the most popular thing I've done, which comes with a level of monkey brain "big number good." Some of that has of course waned as people stop keeping up with polls when they no longer know anyone, so part of me wants to go again just for the big number satisfaction that round 1 had.

I also may dust off one of those poll blog ideas I've posted about before. A lot of people seemed to think the gerrymandered blorbo poll idea was funny, maybe I'll do that at some point.

But for now, if you wanna see more stuff from me, the only place you can really find that is my main, @chzdavmpr. I've been doing a reading diary thing where I talk about different books that I read. (only manga so far but I plan to do a bunch of differnt books). other then that it's just a bunch of reblogging memes and posts about libraries.

Welp, see you all tomorrow for the finale.

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I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 2

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader nicknamed "Juni"

Word Count: 3200+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I've had this idea in my head for well over a year and with the Fallout show being dropped (and absolutely AMAZING), I figured now was the time to post it! So this is a Triple Frontier/Fallout crossover au. Huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for listening to probably hours of audio at this point of me talking myself through this fic. And to @deathbecomesnerds for listening to me prattle on about video game fics and giving me her own advice.

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As my brain starts to wake up, the first thing I notice is that I'm cold. Like, really cold. The aches in my body feel like when you fall asleep and don't move the entire night, your muscles and bones stiff from a few hours of inactivity. How long does decontamination normally take? And why is it so cold?

Slowly, I pry my eyes open, blinking as rapidly as I can, feeling little icicles on my eyelashes. My head had been slumped to the side, the slight crick in my neck making itself known, the ache radiating down into my shoulder. I gasp, my lungs burning like they hadn't had a good breath in a long while. What the fuck was happening?

Slowly, I start to feel my limbs so I give my toes and fingers a little wiggle, managing to make them move. Then I work my way up my body. The more I can move, the more I start to panic. There's nowhere to move in this metal box. I weakly move my hand into a fist, pounding pathetically on the glass window in front of me. Oh God, what if it doesn't open? Isn't there someone who will open it?

Before I can spiral further, the door in front of me hisses and opens up with a loud groan, metal grinding against metal. I fall out, my hands coming up just in time to slow my fall as I slam against the hard floors. I cough, gasping for fresh air as my body starts to warm up. I manage to get up and sit on my knees, chest still heaving as I take in gulps of air. Where are the labcoats? Surely they didn't forget about us?

My eyes start to focus and I stare at a point in front of me until my vision clears. I blink hard a few times before looking around, a nervous tension starting to ball itself up in my stomach. The room is dark, save for some emergency lighting. The paint on the walls is chipped, dust covering some of the machinery that I remember being bright and shiny. I look around, slowly standing to my feet when it hits me.

It's completely silent.

No hissing of the machinery, no beeping, no sounds of people. Nothing. I take a tentative step towards the machine next to mine, catching myself on the little computer panel as I stumble. Glancing up into the pod, I see someone in there, eyes closed, still, and silent. I tap a few buttons on the panel but nothing happens. I reach out and knock on the window but the person inside doesn't move. I repeat this process on every pod in the room and get the same results, my heart thumping, the rate increasing rapidly with every pod. No one is awake and judging by the lack of sound, I'm not sure they're even alive. Not anymore.

I shake my limbs out, working some of the final stiffness out of them. Where is everyone? Why hasn’t anyone come around to check on people? Surely there are systems in place for this? I cautiously approach the door to the room. To my surprise, it's already open. I pop my head out and look in the hallway. Completely empty. I find another 5 rooms like the one I was in, every one exactly like mine. My body is fully awake by the last room, my breaths coming out quick and shallow to match my racing heart, panicked tears falling down my cheeks that I furiously try to wipe away. Am I the only one left alive?

Through my increasing panic, I finally find a computer not attached to a pod and somehow, it's still on. I sit in the chair and wipe at my eyes with my sleeve. I click around and am surprised it wasn't better locked down. The scientist that used it kept a very detailed journal of what happened. I read all of the entries, my heart sinking and blood boiling with every new one.

Apparently, they were not decontamination chambers but cryo ones. As in they froze us. Which would explain why it had been so cold. They were going to keep us under for varying degrees of time, to test the effects of cryo sleep on humans. Test? What the fuck? But they had only planned to be down here about 10 years or so. When it was reaching the end of those 10 years, rations started to dwindle and there was no communication with Vault-Tech outside of the vault they were in. People started to lose it. There was a mutiny and the Overseer was...wait did I read that right? Killed and fed to everyone still here? Eventually, it looks like everyone died and the generators were to continue on running until they couldn’t. The logs all say there was a malfunction in life support. So I was right - everyone except me is dead.

The feeling of being alone, completely alone, closes in on me, and oh my God what if I can’t get out of here? There’s no one here to let me out. I sit back in the chair, absolutely stunned at what I just read, my mind starting to spiral down a dark path. But...wait. If they froze us, and the mutiny had happened within 10 years...what year was it now?

I lean forward, clicking around to find the slot for a new entry and hit automatic date.

June 10th, 2277

That can't be right. I tap the button again.

June 10th, 2277.

I stare at the date. It's not the months that bother me but the year. 200 years have passed? This has to be a malfunction of the computer. There's no way that's the correct date. But something in the back of my mind tingles, a new feeling of dread deep in my gut. Benny. If it really has been 200 years, then even if he got to a vault and survived, there’s no way he’d be alive. Bile threatens to spill from me and I swallow, trying to prevent it. The computer is wrong, though. Benny is alive still. He has to be. 

I stand up and look down at the skeleton with a labcoat on the ground, wondering if that was the same man who had smiled creepily at me as I got into that frozen coffin. The bones are twisted into an inhuman shape, the arm bent at an odd angle. Right before I look away, I see it. The small computer wrapped around the skeleton’s arm. I kneel down, hesitating for a moment before reaching over, trying to pry the Pip Boy computer from around its forearm. It's like it's stuck on the bones and I gag a little as I slam the arm down, the hand bones scattering. But the Pip Boy slides right off.

I pick it up, dust it off a little with my hand and slide it onto my arm, feeling the slight pinch of the sensors embedding themselves into my skin. I turn a few buttons, having used one at the university when I was studying, and the screen lights up, my face washed in the familiar green glow, giving me some small bit of comfort in its familiarity. I navigate to the map section and it shows me the layout of the vault. Using the little light on the side of the Pip Boy, I follow the map towards the front of the vault, slowly making my way past debris and other corpses, some in very violent positions. One of them has their boney fingers wrapped around a large knife. A machete. Holding back another gag, I manage to pry it from the person's death grip, shifting it from hand to hand. I hold it in the opposite hand from the Pip Boy, just in case I need to swing. But surely nothing is down here, right? The vaults are sealed shut. So I should be safe. I think…I hope.

Everything is so fucking quiet it's almost deafening. I feel like the walls are closing in on me, trying to lock me away forever in this tomb, just like my fellow vault occupants. What was Vault Tec thinking?

I make it to the front entrance, the giant, heavy metal vault door securely closed. My eyes scan the room and land on a small control panel, more skeletons in labcoats scattered around it. I walk over to it, staring down at the simple panel. How the fuck does this work? I smash the big button but nothing happens. There's a round slot on the left side and I remember the Pip Boy has a sensor module. I pop out the sensor cord and plug it in, the panel lights immediately light up. A small sigh of relief escapes me. Thank God there's power! My Pip Boy lights up, telling me the remote door access is ready. But I hesitate before hitting the button again. Assuming this door opens, all I have is a machete. And if that computer is anywhere close to being right, I have no idea what the surface will even look like.

I unplug the Pip Boy and look around again, spotting a room off to the side labeled SECURITY. Thankfully, the door opens to a small room with a couple of desks and several lockers. A few of them don't open but others do and I'm quickly furnished with some sort of hand gun, a shot gun that I sling over my back, and some ammo. I also score a couple cans of purified water, some Fancy Lads Snack Cakes, a Salisbury Steak, and some Yum Yum Deviled Eggs. It's not much, but I'm better than I was. I just won't think about how old this food is, even if the computer is wrong. One of the dead security guards was holding a backpack. I take it, shake off some dust and find more ammo inside and another purified water. I put all the food and ammo into the bag and secure it, sliding it around my back, and moving the shotgun to my arm.

I decide to do one last sweep of the small vault before heading back to the main access vault door. I find a small blanket and an axe, along with another couple of boxes of food, half-eaten, and some old comics. Grognak the Barbarian. Benny loved these. Tears well in my eyes, that bile rising in the back of my throat at the idea of him being gone. I shake my head, pushing the intrusive thoughts aside, and slide the comics into my backpack. 

I repeat the process at the panel, with no hesitation in pressing the large, red button this time. The heavy metal of the round vault door groans, sparks flying from some of the unused gears helping the vault door to spin open, revealing the elevator we came down on. My mind flashes back to that moment, just barely escaping with our lives. It was mere minutes ago to me and I haven't really had a moment to process it. Any of this. I just need to get somewhere safe. Or at least familiar, to get my bearings.

I head down the walkway and hesitate for a moment before stepping onto the platform. I punch the button on the cage wall surrounding me and the gate door I came through closes. Slowly and with creaks and groans, the floor starts to rise, leaving the cage and vault behind. Again, I'm thrust into darkness for a short bit, my breath coming out in heavy pants. I'm not even sure if it's safe up here, but if I'd stayed down there I'd have died anyway so what does it matter?

Pure, blinding light breaks the darkness as I'm lifted up, the platform settling onto its original spot and locking in place. I lift my hand to shield my eyes from the bright sun, momentarily blinded by it. I blink rapidly, squinting a bit more before things come into focus and now I have to blink back tears.

Destruction. Everything is sort of grey and leveled, some occasional muted green popping up in weird angles, like weeds coming through a sidewalk. I can see the skyline of Boston in the distance, the buildings mostly gone into piles of rubble or mostly rubble. Some still stand, like broken scraggly fingers that were too stubborn to fully fall. Benny had been there and if he survived, he was buried underneath all of that.

I tear my eyes away from the horror and turn to head back down the path that will lead me to my parent's home where I had been when....no. I can't think about that until I'm in a safe place. A faint, high-pitched squeak brings me from my dark thoughts and I turn just in time to see something fly at me. I react on instinct, trying to dodge but fall, the thing managing to clip my shoulder as it comes at me. I grip the machete tight in my hand and bring it up just as the world's biggest fucking roach jumps on me, its pinchers at least the length of my fingers, its body easily half the length of me. Its legs scramble as it screams, my machete having ripped through it. I yell as I push with all I can to move it off me, tossing it to the side as I scramble backward as fast as I can manage. What the fuck is that thing? It's still moving so I stand up and promptly kick its head in with my boot several times, continuing to do so long after it had stopped moving. My skin crawls as I look at the size of this thing.

Of course. Everything would've been radiated. Deer with two heads, giant fucking bugs, apparently. Weren’t roaches supposed to outlive us all, especially in the case of nuclear war? It only makes sense that mutations would've happened. But if this happened to roaches, what else has happened?

My body shudders at the thought and I tuck that one away for later. I yank my machete out of the giant fucking roach, flinging off its gooey guts and wiping it off in the dirt before starting back down the path. Fortunately, no other wildlife crosses my path as I step back onto the street that runs past my parent's house.

The neighborhood is...gone. Most of the houses are either completely destroyed or half crumbling, the previously perfectly manicured yards no longer exist. New plants have taken over, their foreign petals and colors intriguing the scientist side of me, but I keep my distance, not knowing what fresh hell they could bring upon humans.  Besides, that's not what I'm here for.

I turn and walk slowly down the street, my eyes sweeping from side to side. I spot movement and as my eyes focus on it, I nearly scream with excitement. I start to run towards it, almost crashing into the Mr. Handy robot that had been my family's.

"Hawthorne?" I gasp, my eyes wide with wonder.

His large metal head spins towards me, his round metal eye widening as he takes me in. "Ma'am? Miss Juni?"

I can't help but cry tears of joy. Something, someone that remembers me! For the first time since I woke in that vault turned tomb, I don’t feel alone.

"It's me! I can't believe you're still here!"

Hawthorne launches into a retelling of his time here, how the bombs pretty much destroyed most of Boston, how our fellow neighbors that didn't have a spot in the vaults died within hours of the initial blasts, although some took a few days. Others...I'm not sure what he's talking about. Ghouls? I’ll have to ask him more about that later. But then he's on another topic, discussing how hard it is to maintain the property for the last 200 years and how lonely he's been waiting for us and- wait. What?

"Hawthorne?"

"Ma'am?"

"I...I am sorry you had to deal with all of this alone."

"Thank you, ma'am. I do understand that humans are fragile things and had you remained with me, you would not have survived. I am very glad you did not die."

"Thank you, Hawthorne. I'm glad you're here too. But.. to confirm, did you say 200 years?

"Yes ma'am."

"200 years… since what?"

"Since the bombs fell, ma'am."

I can feel the blood drain from my face. "What's the date?"

"June 10th, 2277."

My legs start to wobble and I slump to the ground, putting my head in my hands as I rest my elbows on my bent legs. 200 years? I thought the computer had malfunctioned. But it all makes sense. The state of the vault, the way things look, that radroach thing...I feel my breathing picking up, hyperventilating as realization dawns on me.

I was right before. It doesn't matter if Benny made it to a vault. He would've lived a full life and died a long time ago.

The scream erupting from my throat is the last thing I remember before my vision fades to black.

When I wake, I'm in a bed. Well, on a mattress anyway. I look around without moving and realize I'm in my old bedroom, the one my parents never quite remade into anything else. Most of the walls are intact, only the one with the window is missing half the panels. And the roof only has a few holes in it. Nothing that Benny and I can't-

Benny.

I turn to my side just in time, throwing up whatever was in my stomach for the last 200 years onto the floor. But that's nothing compared to the hole in my chest, the one that ripped itself open at the realization that I would have to face this new, broken world without my other half, my anchor. My stomach doesn't settle, still churning at the thought, the tears pouring from my eyes as I curl into myself. I don't even say anything to Hawthorne as he comes in and cleans the mess, setting down one of the bottles of purified water and some snacks from my backpack on the cracked nightstand.

What's even the point of going on if I don't have him with me?

Unless….

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Screeches to a halt in a cloud of dust HELLO I'M LATE I'M SORRY. The first Saturday of a fresh month is tomorrow, which means it's time for another community art party hosted by [VS] Verdant Shield! Last week I ran a(n also late) poll and the winner was Rata Sum, a place we haven't been since the very first small test party all the way back in January!

For those who haven't heard of them before, art parties are an idea carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - big (or small!) get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! Put together your most eye-catching look, find someone who inspires you, and get to work! Afterwards, everyone uses the party-specific tag (ours is #VSArtParty) to share their creations so others can see and spread the love around via reblogs! The tl;dr I always say for these is this: the 'goal' of an art party isn't to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Party details are in the image above, but I'll toss an expanded text version under the cut with things like /squadjoin information!

Location Details:

A guildmate suggested we have the party down by the docks this time so we could have a boat party, and I totally agree! I may have put Antidawn Anchorage as the primary land point, but if you have a skiff feel free to take to the water as well! Worth noting that in order to interact with others' skiffs you must be in the same party or squad, and you do not need to have a skiff of your own to interact with a party/squad member's one!

Now, for those not familiar with Rata Sum, here's a quick image of the spot in question, which can be reached by taking the Antidawn Anchorage or Dawnside Quay asura gates nearby the Magicat Court (Antidawn) and Metrical Court (Dawnside) Waypoints:

Time & Squad Details:

As always, the party will consist of two separate events, with an hour break in between (though technically people jump from one to the other immediately anyway so the NA one tends to 'start' earlier than the scheduled time).

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Summer Time (aka 3pm Eastern Daylight Time or 5 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Toxicologist Mosse for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time (aka 1am Central European Summer Time or 1 hour before in-game reset). This one I’ll be hosting on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite.

IMPORTANT NOTE (mostly for the NA party): If you join and the squad is at or above 45 members, please just taxi into the right map and then hop out of squad to allow others to do the same! Essentially all conversation now happens in say chat so you won’t miss out on anything by being outside of squad!

Closing Words:

My apologies for the extremely short notice on this one everyone, I've been slapped with a bunch of IRL stuff (it's nothing bad, don't worry!) that's kept me out of the game for longer than I'd hoped. With all the exciting game news buzzing around lately though, I might just have to set aside some proper time to let myself get invested in this again, we'll see! Anyway, as always, thank you so much to everyone who comes out to these events and helps make them so special - I can't wait to see you all again tomorrow night! ♥

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Liam Evans Home Screen Lines

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5★ Cards

Standard Gacha

"I like everyone, but... I don't know if everyone genuinely likes me. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know... Hey, do you like me?"

"... Still not enough, not enough at all. This isn't enough to satisfy my curiosity. ... Come on, fill me up with you even more... will you?"

Wedding Lily

"I promise to love you in sickness and in health, through the good times and the bad. ... Want to fall together with me?"

"The jet-black wedding dress suits your body well. ... You look so good, so gorgeous that I want to pin you down right now."

Birthday Diamond Set 5★ Card

"To be honest... I still can't proudly say that I think it's alright for me to be myself. But... I want to start loving myself a little bit at a time."

"Is this bouquet a birthday present for me? Hahaha! You can be so smooth at times. ... Thanks."

4★ Cards

Standard Gacha

Day Card: "Liam Evans. I'm a member of Crown and a stage actor by profession. I'll keep you captivated all day and night."

Night Card: "Keep your eyes closed for just 3 seconds. Within that time, I'll make everything that scares you vanish. Ahaha, this will be fun."

Route Selection Free Card

"Liam Evans. Cursed with the crazy curiosity of a cat. Say, shall we do something naught together...?"

Blind Love END CG Card

"Please. At the very last moment... I want my life to end in your hands. Only then, for the first time, I’ll feel glad to have been born."

Crazy Love END CG Card

"You may or may not be by my side tomorrow. But, even so... I love you."

Sweet Temptation Gacha Card

"Am I trying to tempt you? Mm, I am. I'll always be a cat who wants to win you over using every method possible."

2023 Countdown Collection Event ECB Card

"It'd be nice if I could be reborn as someone stronger and kinder with every new year. But since that's not possible... I'll have to do my best as I am, right?"

True Vows To The Jet-Black Bride

"Forever and ever, I will reach towards you, my star. ... Thank you for marrying someone like me."

3★ Cards

Standard Gacha

Day Card: I'm good at latte art. Does that make me well-liked? Fufu, I wonder?

Night Card: I... I'm so happy I can escort you. Should I take you away like this?

Main Story Chapter 2 CG Card

"Now, as a stage actor and a member of Crown, I will put on a show just for you."

Main Story Chapter 18 CG Card

"Why… why are you doing this for me—"

Main Story Chapter 25 Blind Love CG Card

"I beg you. At the very end— I want to die by your hands. Only then, for the first time, I’ll feel glad to have been born."

Main Story Chapter 25 Mad Love CG Card

"There's a possibility you won't be my side tomorrow. Even so... I love you."

Doting LoveHolic (EN: Obsession Devotion)

"Do you think I can leave you? The only time I'll ever leave you is... when my life comes to an end."

1st Birthday Campaign CG Card

"I want you to make me even more aware of this painful yet blissful reality. Because I love everything about it."

...

Night Time Home Screen Lines

"Going to sleep already? What if I said you can't sleep yet? Ahaha! Sorry, I just love you so much... I don't want to bother you."

"I like night time. It's quiet, I can do various things while keeping myself hidden, and... I can have leisurely conversations with you like this."

"Are you sleepy already? Okay, I'll come see you again tomorrow. ... Mm-hm, good night."

"Good night. I hope to see you again tomorrow."

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

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Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in.  She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.  

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”  

“Me too doll.  You ok?” 

“Its just hard.  I thought…” 

“I know Allie. But its closure.”  

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened.  After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird.  He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family.  Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.  

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex.  Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.  

Alexandra,   If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand.  That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you.   If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths.   When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.  I wanted you from that moment on.  But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out.  We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace.   As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance.  I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed.  I wanted to keep your inheritance safe.   I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen.   I love you so much Alexandra.    Yours,   Christian.   

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept.  Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies.  When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied.  The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.  

The father completed his blessing over the casket.  “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”  

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James.  “I want to see him, Jamie.”  

James sighed, “Allie, I…” 

“I need to see him.  He did this for me.  It’s the least I can do.”  

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm.  “Ok, ok.  Let me make a few calls.”  

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed.  Its occupant was asleep.  She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.  

“Hey Allie Cat.”   

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.  

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead.  “Hey Nate.  How are you feeling?”  

“Tired.”   

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?” 

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”  

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles.  “We had the funeral today.”  

Nate could see the pain in her eyes.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that.  I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”  

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.”  She looked away to blink her tears away.  “How is your case looking?” 

He chuckled.  “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”  

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”  

“Thanks Alex.  I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”  

“Ok.  I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.”  She hugged him gently and went to the door.  “Open on bay 7.”  There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open.  She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.  

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in.  “Hey Allie.  How is he?” 

“He’s good.  Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.”  She popped a shoulder.  “Ready?” She held out her hand.  

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll.  Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park.  I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.”  He placed a kiss on her neck.  

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.  

“I’ve missed you, Allie.  My perfect little doll.”  

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”  

“Its Sargent and you know it.”  

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”  

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital.  The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple.  They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again.  James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.  

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.  

“What was that?” 

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder.  “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”  

James smiled.  “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.”  His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”  

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”  

“Don’t be doll. I understand.  We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment.  It was eerily still.  Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom.  “Tell me what you need baby.”  He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.  

“I need you,” she whispered.  

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse.  He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off.  “So beautiful.  My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.  

She ran her hand through his hair.  “My Jamie.  I love you.”  

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms.  She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”  

“Now?” 

“Now.  No more threats, no more secrets.  Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”  

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works.  Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”  

“Oh doll.  I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds.  “So wet doll.  Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”  

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined.  “I need you.”  

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow.  He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?” 

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned.  James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.  

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top.  She swiveled her hips and he groaned.  “Just like that doll.”  She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten.  “You close baby?” 

“So close.  You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”  

“Do it, love.  All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her.  He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him.  “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.  

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them.  James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost.  She was saved.  

F I V E  Y E A R S  L A T E R 

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her.  “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.”  Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them.  “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door.  “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!” 

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike.  “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.  

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex.  “Hey momma, how are you?” 

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”  

“Can’t wait to meet them love.  Its everything we ever dreamed of.”  

“It’s more Jamie.  It’s so much more.”  

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.  

Family over everything.  

*~* The End *~* 

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[ask-andante]

Hi, I've decided to officially end this blog.

It took a lot of time thinking about it (tbh i was even thinking about it before the anon) and discussion with close friends and I think I am done.

This blog was used to help me get through various parts of my life, and it can no longer serve that purpose. It's done its job wonderfully and helped me cope and even make a friend circle after isolating myself for a few years. I never thought I'd ever have an actual friend group, but it's something that was made possible VIA this blog.

It hurts a lot to end it, I won't lie, I'm like actually mourning it rn but I've started to develop a sort of resentment towards the blog and plot askblogs due to Mental Illness and I think I just cannot keep holding onto this blog anymore. So, I decided it's best to let it go before I hate it. I doubt I'll come back to finishing it after posting the plot outline, seeing as it's all out in the open, but you never know.

The doc contains the outline with a header to jump to where this blog left off. I got pretty far in so I feel extra down about tossing in the towel here, but that's just how it is. I've tried many ways to salvage my motivation, lowering art quality being the main one as art is my job now and it's no longer the escape it used to be, but I don't think the workload itself is the issue.

If I move onto future projects, you will likely see me post them on @aibouart , so feel free to check the art blog out and follow if you'd like. I am not abandoning the characters here, I will continue to draw them likely and RP them and whatnot. You can send asks OOC anytime, just know I may not be very active~

Anyways, here's the plot outline. Some things are not included in it despite having been planned because they were either up in the air on their specifics, or were late additions not added in yet (nast stops appearing in the outline some ways into it as they were a new addition to help give Andan another person to have a better dynamic with. They were planned to become friends < 3 )

Thank you for reading and for your patience, as well as everyone's continued support over the years. This blog was great as a form of expression and art, and great to get me socialising. I discovered many things about myself over the course of being here on Tumblr and this blog was one of the starting points~

If you'd like some minor additional content, you can go and read over old memes: @andanteooc

Or the related blog: @andanterelated

The related blog consists of memes I've reblogged tagging relevant characters.

You can feel free to send me asks to talk about the plot outline or anything else. I won't post any spoilers until tomorrow, or I'll just tag them "andante spoilers///" if you were interested in the doc to read at a later date.

Please note it is missing quite a few details as I used to log the combat or speech sections separately before actually putting them in the doc (the og was pasted from a tumblr page). I can answer asks about things that weren't addressed because of its nature, but will not repeat myself if it's been asked haha.

Thank you again. I initially started this blog with a goal in mind and succeeded in it years ago, so I think I can be happy that it went above my original goals.

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Soap’s Girl

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Chapter 6

“We need to talk about last night, Katie,” Johnny spoke up during breakfast the following morning.

Katie froze for a second.

“It's alright….I appreciated it! You looked after me!” Katie tried to assure him.

“Alright…..look, I care about you a lot. If you ever wanna talk to someone, I'd be happy to listen. I'll do whatever I can to help you..”

“Thank you,” Katie smiled softly. “I'll think about it….maybe. Thank you so much, Johnny.”

“Of course. It's okay,

really. You're important to me.” he replied with a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

Katie felt warm inside, smiling widely, before finishing her breakfast.

After they finished eating, Kat packed up their dishes and threw them away in the dishwasher. She heard her phone ring and answered it. She put it on speaker when she saw it was from the police.

“Katie, I'm sorry for disturbing you. We just wanted to know if you're able to come by the station later today. We have some information for you to follow up on and would like to give it to you straight away.” one of them explained. Katie nodded, agreeing to come.

“Okay, let me get ready.”

“I’m coming with you, bonnie.” Johnny said, standing up and grabbing the keys off the hook. He then grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door, waiting patiently for her outside.

“You sure?” she asked, giving him a skeptical look.

“Absolutely.”

The two then left their apartment, locking up as they went. They made their way over to the police station, parking in the parking lot behind them.

“Do you think the chief has gotten any leads yet?” Soap asked, leaning back in his seat.

“Honestly, I hope it's good news; I want to sleep at night again. But, there’s always tomorrow.”

“No matter what, I'm still gonna be here for ya, sweetheart. Nothing is gonna keep me away. Ever. Even though I'm probably not going to get much sleep.” Soap joked.

She laughed lightly, watching a car pass them in the parking lot.

“Well,” she paused, looking out the window at the scenery. “I don't mind having you looking after me. At least until you get tired of me. That could take quite a while.” She admitted, looking over at him, flashing him a grin.

Soap grinned back at her. “You've already given me more trouble than anyone should have the right to. So, I think a little bit more will make no difference to me. Besides, someone has to make dinner.” He teased jokingly.

“Oh, hahaha…” she replied sarcastically. She couldn't believe how flirty she sounded, even to her own ears.”

The both walked into the precinct, walking down the hallway to the main office.

Johnny saw how nervous Katie was, and he

reached out and gently squeezed her hand, giving her an assuring smile. She gave him a grateful nod in return.

The officer behind the desk smiled politely, motioning for the pair to sit down. The pair followed suit, sitting across from each other. “How can we help you today?” she asked politely.

“Actually, ma'am, we're here to see Detective Troy.” Katie replied.

The officer looked up from her computer screen and cleared her throat, “He's expecting you. Just Wait here and he’ll be with you shortly.”

Soap sat quietly next to Katie in the lobby area, waiting patiently. Katie sat with her legs crossed under her, playing with the hem of her sleeve nervously. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Come on in, Chief.”

Troy opened the door, peeking into the hall.

“Miss Jennings! Thank you for coming on such short notice! We have made several arrests and we would like for you to do a voice line up.”

Katie's eyes widened slightly at his words. Voice line up? What was that? She had seen the pictures of those who had been arrested for crimes in the papers a few weeks ago, but hearing about it from another cop was something different.

“Sure…” She agreed tentatively.

“Follow me. I know you must be nervous but I promise this is completely safe. The suspects can’t hear you or see you. Just listen carefully and let us know if they sound familiar. ”

“Okay…” Katie trailed along behind him. He led her down the corridor, turning into another set of doors. She listened to the voices of the suspects carefully, trying to determine the ones that she recognized.

"Is there anyone else?" Troy asked, turning to look at Katie. "I don't hear anybody else."

"I heard them! You have the right men! But they seem familiar! I swear they did this thing to me!" Katie shouted. She closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to try to calm herself,

"Shhh....we understand," Troy said calmly, holding Katie's shoulders. She looked up at him, nodding in response.

“Is that all? Do I have to do anything else?”

“We’ll be in contact with you for taking more testimony and the case going forward. Thank you for your cooperation,” he said in a pleasant tone.

“Yeah...thanks for stopping them!” she blurted out anxiously,

waving goodbye. She quickly ran back towards the car, trying not to trip. She got in and immediately started crying, burying her face in Johnny's shoulder, trying to control her emotions.

“They caught them! At least I can sleep at night again! Oh my god….it’s really over!”

“Hang in there, Katie, you did it. You got them all. Now we can go home and sleep peacefully without worry! Everything is fine. It’s finally over.” he reassured her, stroking her hair lovingly.

She slowly composed herself.

“You want to celebrate? We can grab some dinner and head home,” he offered.

“Yeah….that sounds perfect!”

A couple hours passed and they were driving back home, talking about their day.

“That was amazing, honey. You handled yourself well.” He told her with a huge grin on his face. He turned to kiss her gently on the lips, which caused her to blush.

They went to sleep in the separate beds, wondering if this qualified as a date.

Both of them hoped so.

[snowdice]

Study Break/Proofreading Stories Plan

Hey everyone. I am planning to bring back my study break and proofreading stories after a long hiatus. I am going to change a couple of things about the format.

I first started these types of stories when I was doing very different work than I am now. (I've gone from studying studying to research studying which is a very different ballgame sometimes.) I used to do 20 minute study periods and then write 100 words and repeat. That amount of time is now a bit short for the types of tasks I'm doing in my line of work. So, I'm going to adjust the time I give each study session before a study break. It's going to be a bit of trail and error, but right now I'm planning on writing after I finish certain tasks. I'm going to see what works though so that is subject to change. The main takeaway is that it probably won't be as consistent as it was in ages past.

Also doing two of these types of stories at once is a bit too much to handle sometimes. Little Kestrel was supposed to just be a temporary one when I was proofreading Kill Dear, but it got quite... long. Since Little Kestrel only has about 7 chapters left and Folds in Paper has a lot left, I'm going to temporarily work on Little Kestrel until it's done and then go back to Folds in Paper.

Also we have polls so that will be fun (and take some stress off of me when it comes to keeping track of results over asks, reblogs, and replies). You can still send asks with comments or questions about the stories! However, I would prefer you cast your votes in the poll if possible. (I will still accept 1/2 point requests in asks as well as asks from people not on Tumblr if any of those exist.)

I'm hoping I can work on these 2-3 times a week, but it does kind of depend on what's going on with my irl responsibilities. I'm going to do a bit tonight and hopefully more tomorrow.

[tyrantmade]

Hi, & Welcome , this is a Bias List. I have decided to do this, cause it is my way of saying hpw much I appreciate all of My Mutuals. You all are the cutest and sweetest little beans I've had the pleasure to get to know. When I first started this blog up , back in early September I wasn't sure I'd be able to give my boy here any justice. Wesker was my favorite Villain from the Resident Evil franchise. But I admit that I was worried that I would not be able to write as him very well. But here we are, I feel the connection to my boy. Wesker has a place in my heart, and in my, ehem! I won't finish that statement. Lmao. But during my 7 months of having him I have made some new friends and got some amazing plotline going. I am thankful that none of you have dropped my lazy ass. Seeing how slow i've been on drafts and starters. But I will be working on shit tomorrow, and I will also be working on my Multi Muse so that you guys can begin writing with Birkin, Redfield, Spencer and my OC's. But, to show my love and support I am going to be picking two winners from this. Below is the Bias List of those who are my Ride Or Dies and those that I have come to love. And then my rules for the giveaway. Enjoy everyone, and I love you all. <3 <3

My Ride or Dies / I'm Affiliated with

@traumamade / @taleswritten : JJ, My darling Leon Main, I adore you sir. I love the hell out of you. You were the first real one to come my way, and bring your love of dark themes with you. Wesker and I adore the hell out of you. I love your writing, the way you bring Leon to life and you don't hold back. You are just a fucking amazing soul and I am glad to of been able to meet you. I know I haven't been under Discord much lately. You can blame my Anxiety , There is an old nuisance i've been hiding from. But I am going to change that, I swear.

@noonegetsleftbehind: J, My Guy can I say that I really do adore you. I love your Chris, and I adore you. I just love your over all caring nature and just your amazing heart. Not to mention I like how you write Chris. I swear Wesker wants that toxic ship and even the soft one too. Even if he won't admit it. <3 <3

@otmychka : LORNE, MY WIFEU!! I love you girlie, so fucking much. You are the sweetest, most humblest, and one of those friends you want in your corner. When you approached me that day in IM's on your personal and mentioned you wanted to be my Jill. That you wanted to make her blog up and RP, I got excited. And we started plotting ALOT. So much so that it is forever in my head. And I can't wait to begin. Speaking of it, that Starter is coming tomorrow. But girl, we have clicked so much and playing DBD with you has been a damn awesome time. I keep forgetting to get into VC , so we all can hang out. And like I mentioned to J above, I know I haven't been on Discord in a little bit. I am coming back onto it more now, cause my baes are under there and I need to so we can PLOT , PLOT, and TALLLLLK.

@missxnsuppxrt: Hi Hun, how are you. I know we haven't got to talk alot more and I need to change that. I just want you to know I haven't forgotten about you. Or our threads, I will be replaying to it tomorrow, and brace yourself. Wesker seems to be flirting in our threads. Girl, if I can tell you what he is thinking I would. But we will have to keep an eye on him , huh. <3 Wesker and I adore you so much and your Blog. You are one very good writer, :)

@naturlich-geborener-morder: Bish, you already kknow what I am going to say to you. I FUCKING LOVE YOUR CHRIS!!!! The way you write him, the way you have put love and tears into his backstory along with the Mental Disability. Besides you are my BITCH, Always. Seeing as how you are my Sister. My Bestie, and I love you. Just, always know I love you and I have always told you that your writing is amazing even if you don't think so.

RULES

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Reblog this if you want to say Hi, or whatever.

I will pick the winners on the 1st of May. So you will have a week to respond or I will move on to someone else.

Do Not Claim anything as yours

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Winner #1 -

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[multiversxwhore]

☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x black!oc

Disclaimer: This story will diverge off the path of cannon so far that it’s basically a whole new story. I had to re-do this fic and bring it back because I felt I was doing myself a disservice by glad assing it. This is me being a villain just so you’re aware lmao

Word count 3k

The Allure of Darkness

Chapter 1

Dear diary, today, I return home to Mystic Falls. It's been 3 years since I've been gone, and Bonnie has been keeping me updated with everything that's been going on in my absence. She finally found out the truth, that vampires are real, and they’re in Mystic Falls. Caroline is a vampire, Elena's boyfriend is a vampire, and his brother Damon is a vampire as well. Looks like we've got our work cut out for us don't we?

-Blaise

Bonnie pulled up to the Boarding house dorms with Elena riding shotgun. I can't believe how much they've grown, I mean the last time I saw them, we were all in middle school. Elena seemed more and less depressed at the same time, why do I get the feeling Bonnie forgot to tell me something.

"What's up hookers, how was the drive?" I was scooting into the small back seat, Elena isn't exactly skinny, but she was smaller than me. She could have totally gotten her ass back here.

"It wasn't bad, a lot of grass, I think me and Elena have heard every single song to have ever been played on the radio." Bonnie jokes putting the car in reverse backing out of her parking space, then she speeds off out of the parking lot.

Elena grinned at me from the rear view mirror, holding up a bag of junk food. I'm tempted to reach out and grab the hot Cheetos, then my hand unconsciously grabs my tummy fat.

"Nah I'm on a diet, I wanna actually fit in my Miss.Mystic falls dress this year." I say jokingly, but I was being totally serious, I don't want my dinner rolls coming out before the main course.

"You're not fat-"

"Shut up you're gorgeous-" Both Bonnie, and Elena say at the same time, all three of us laughing.

"Thanks girls, any who where's Caroline, planning her perfect future wedding?" We all giggle again knowing how uptight and pristine she is. I kind of miss her too… her bitchy attitude was like a breath of fresh air boosting my confidence.

"Actually I have no idea, the last time we saw her, she was with Tyler, god knows what they're doing." Bonnie said, making a disgusted face, I chuckle a little knowing the horny Lockwood kid.

"Ugh I'm glad he's finally with someone, I remember in middle school he was always asking to touch my boobs. I'm just glad it's finally someone around to give his horny ass some." All the girls burst out in laughter, Elena practically in tears. They all enjoy the rest of the road trip as much as they can before being sucked in by the drama of Mystic Falls.

"Hey, Blaise, wake up, we're here, we're home." Bonnie's voice calls softly, opening my eyes to her standing in my door. My neck feels stiff, I sit up slowly, I notice we're at Elena's.

"Uh Bonnie, this is Elena's house ." Maybe Bonnie has gotten dumb, oh god I hope not.

"I know, we wanted to throw you a little ‘welcome home’ dinner party, well… Elena did. Everyone missed you so much, we didn't wanna wait for school tomorrow to see you." Bonnie explained, and with an excited look in her eye. I couldn't say no to that, I easily gave in and agreed.

"Okay fine, good thing I brought cute clothes, we're definitely having a sleepover right?" Bonnie giggled, pulling me up to the door, ringing the doorbell. "Duh, I'm sure Caroline has a whole lot to talk about, she's definitely gonna make up for lost time." Before I could say anything the door opened, and an all grown up Jeremy Gilbert answered the door. Damn, he's not the emo kid I remembered at all, and now I see why Bonnie left this part out. She probably wanted Jermey all to herself, but if she wasn't going to speak up on her own, I'll just have to make her.

"Wow, you got taller Jer, like seriously when did you start eating your veggies." I joke playfully touching his abdomen, he grins like a goofy little boy. His dimples present making him more attractive, before Jeremy never smiled as much. Especially since his parents died, so I kind of forgot how handsome he was.

" I started eating them when I realized I wanted to get strong enough to do this!" Suddenly his arms are wrapped around my waist, and he's lifting me up off my feet. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel his muscles through his shirt, his arms nearly crushing me. Finally, he puts me down, my hands still holding on to his neck. My fingers playing with the soft hairs in his head, I didn't mean to get lost in the moment, but I did.

It's been a while since I was held so softly by a man, though Jeremy was still somewhat childish by nature. His body, though, felt so mature and strong, and his eyes kind, and warm. My stomach is twisting and turning, making it feel like butterflies are dancing within. His hands lowering down my back, I feel this magnetizing pull, it's not strong, but it's there. Then, we hear someone cough, my heart jumping out of my chest I immediately pull away feeling embarrassed. I didn't even realize Bonnie had walked away till now. I instantly felt bad, I made a mental note to find her and apologize for being a hoe.

"Geesh! Get a room you two." Turning I see a blue eyed Matt Donavan. Matt was one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. He was always himself, and he never changed in a good way of course. Though, he too did grow up, not as big and tall as Jeremy though,but still taller than me. Automatically forgetting about Jeremy, I turn to Matt bringing him in a tight hug. Matt finally lets me go, being the respectful young man as usual, a grin on his face.

"You should probably go get ready, or Caroline will have your head on a platter. We'll talk to you later, Blazer." Matt finished putting emphasis on my nickname, which I only got because I accidentally set my parents house on fire killing them both inside. I allowed all dark humor as a coping mechanism, however Matt was the only one brave enough to keep that up. Laughing at his stupid joke, I back up from both the boys making my way upstairs. I don't have to turn around to know Jeremy's eyes are glued to my ass.

"Welp, I'm still not sure who's all coming, but I guess I should wear something cute." I say to myself. I feel bad for throwing my things all around Elena's room, but I'm sure she won't mind. I decided on a black pleated skirt. It comes a bit to my knees, and black graphic tee shirt with Jason Vorheese on the front. I decided to wear tights. I slip on my high top vans, deciding to accessorize with a leather collar, with a closed lock dangling from it. My mom's pentagram necklace catches my eye. It has a dark red crystal in the middle, I never knew what it meant, she never told me. She just said to always wear it, and that it would protect me.

"Hmm, didn't protect me against Dru, but whatever." I put the necklaces around my neck, it burned a bit at first, but it always does that. I bet mom charmed it somehow. Gee thanks mom, give me a charmed object and not tell me how it works. I roll my eyes looking at myself in the mirror. I decided not to bother with makeup, but I do put on a layer of lip gloss. Satisfied with my hair up in a pineapple, and my outfit being just a smidgen of slutty. I put away the rest of my stuff in my suitcase, coming out the door, I suck in my breath when I see Bonnie locking lips with Jeremy. As much as I didn't want it to, the feeling of jealousy bubbles around inside of me.

As they pull away Jeremy sees me first, a flustered look on his face. Bonnie turns and sees me standing there, she seems embarrassed, yet satisfied with the look on my face. I smirk knowing I'm better at being a bitch than she is.

"Wow Bonnie, how un-ironic you suck faces with baby bear right outside the room I'm getting ready in. As usual Bon, your reactions are always a second too late...real classy though, but if you're gonna be a slut, follow through." I say, my tone sassy as I tease them both. I could feel my skin getting hot, the longer I stood there Jeremy stammered trying to explain himself. I rolled my eyes heading down stairs, I could smell delicious smells coming from down stairs.

"Blaise!!! Oh my god you look so damn hot, I missed you!'' I could hear Caroline's voice from the living room, I couldn't help but giggle. Caroline had her flaws, but she's been herself. She sped across the room to me, meeting me halfway into the living room. Matt, and Tyler had some kind of football game on the gigantic Tv. You could hear them bickering about draft picks, and which teams would be going to the playoffs.

"I missed you Care, they didn't have any blonde white bitchy girls at the boarding school I went to." As much as I love being a Black girl, being surrounded by nothing but other Black people made me realize how much culture a lot of us in the community is lacking. They were all so misinformed about alternative culture, and how we were the ones that made it popular. Being at that school was the first time I had ever gotten bullied, and I hated it. If it wasn't for my mom tying me to Bonnies life, I would have committed suicide a long time ago.

"Blaise, I want you to meet Stefan." Elena called to pull me out of my mini depressive episode. I come around the into the kitchen where who I assume Stefan

"And his more handsome older brother." Called another voice sarcastically from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes even though my curiosity peaked, I do anything to get my mind off the past.

Standing in the kitchen rather awkwardly, was a brooding young man with dark sandy blonde hair, thick dark eyebrows, and beautiful green eyes. His lips pressed together in a straight line, an intense gaze towards an older looking, smug faced man.

Elena coughed, poking her elbow in the broody one's side, he immediately looked up at me. A smile plastered to his face, as he leaned forward to shake my hand. I mirror his movements, this must be the boyfriend Bonnie mentioned, she spoke very highly of him. She told me his name was Stefan, and at first she didn't like him, but apparently Stefan has proven himself to be a good little vampire.

"Stefan Salvatore, Elena, and Bonnie told me a lot about you. It's finally nice to meet you." I smile, a warm feeling in me knowing my friends still cared about me even though I was sent away. As soon as we touched hands, I felt my spine tense up. I try to pretend like I'm not affected so I don't offend him. I think Stefan noticed, but didn't bother to say anything. Thankfully he didn't bring it up, I gave him a weary grin.

"I'm sure you already know my name, but I'm Blaise, you may call me ‘Blazer.’ " I say, wiggling my eyebrows. Stefan seems a bit shocked by my suggestiveness. There's a look in his eye, as if he's laughing at his own inside joke.

"Yes, and I'm Damon Salvatore, Stefans older brother, I didn't know Bonnie had a sister." Damon introduced himself, I prepared myself, I just knew I was going to get the same reaction. I was right, I had the same feeling when I shook Damon's hand, but the feeling wasn't as strong. The shiver down my spine was accompanied with a fluttery feeling in my stomach. If I could blush I would, the way he's looking at me...like he might eat me, I feel my body getting hot again. I pull away from him, yet again not noticing my surroundings getting lost in the moment.

"We're not sisters...cousins, our moms were sisters." Damon smirked a bit, his ice blue eyes piercing me, giving me a chilling feeling. It's weird, I've never met anyone who's been able to cool me down in such a manner.

"Interesting...are you a witch too." He asked jumping right to it. Caroline raised her hand ready to smack Damon across the shoulder. I stopped her, it was funny how Caroline was my designated body guard. Bonnie didn't say anything, she just looked at Damon in disbelief he'd be so blatantly rude to someone he doesn't know.

Bonnie already asked everyone not to bring up any supernatural stuff, or the fact that Blaise was a witch. She didn't wanna upset her cousin, and trigger bad memories from the past.

"You are such a tool, dinner hasn't even started yet, what's wrong with you-" Caroline had started fussing, but I cut her off.

"I can speak for myself, no I don't consider myself a witch anymore because I no longer practice for reasons that are none of your business. I don't know what your intentions were of asking me that, but don't think you'll be able to use me to your bidding like how most vampires treat witches. From this moment forward I'm asking you not to test my temper, I've been known to get quite...fiery."

They all responded with silence knowing what I meant by that, once the fire happened everyone in town knew it was my fault. My mom warned me about my temper, how I'd end up hurting someone if I didn't calm down. That night, I was throwing a fit because my dad wouldn't let me go to a party with Elena.

Which ironically, was the same night Elena and her parents went off Wickery bridge, killing both her mom and dad. Ever since that night, Elena and I have been morbidly depressed, and I choose to make jokes, and cry about it behind closed doors.

The rest of dinner went by smoothly. Caroline was the one that cooked so dinner actually turned out decent. I wanted to help at least with the pie, deciding the apple would be the quickest. Matt, Jeremy, and Tyler were the first ones with their plates out for desert. All three of them had such fat boy energy when it came to food. Especially Jeremy, he'll eat you out of a home if you're not careful. No wonder he's so tall and stocky all he does is eat and work out.

As I'm standing there washing the dishes, I hear someone approach from the doorway. I turn with my hand out assuming they're bringing me a dish. It's Damon standing there with a guilty look in his eye, I can't help but roll my eyes, Damon let's put a puff of air.

"Look...I'm sorry, I wish I had some witty, cute excuse as to why I was being nosey. I don't I-" I rolled my eyes, I could tell he was being genuine.

"It seems like you don't apologize often...it's okay neither do I. You can give me the glass, I'll wash it for you." I say, he speeds towards me showing off his abilities, I smirk and Damon wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. Suddenly, I remembered who I was trying to get over, though I'd feel bad if I just ended up using Damon without warning. Maybe I should just test the waters...what if he's not even into me?

I lean towards him a bit, the tightening feeling in my spine from earlier showing up again. I ignore it trying not to embarrass myself, noticing that he's not trying to look at my boobs nor has he really tried to make a move towards me. I lean back a little bit feeling like maybe I'm being too slutty. Damon steps forward keeping the gap at a safe 4 inches.

"I'm surprised you haven't tried to look at my boobs, or fill me up yet, most boys do." I say actually shocked, maybe I wasn't his type, as if he read my mind, Damon replied.

"You're definitely my type, I love women, it's actually quite a problem. But my darling I'm not a boy, plus I'm 178 years old, I've had more than my share of tits. I've seen them in every shape, shade, and size, though I will not lie, yours seem heavenly. I may be a lot of things, but I'd never disrespect a lady without her consent." His eyes seemed to have become a pale blue, even more icy than before, quite literally making me freeze in place. His voice heavy, as if he's drooling, I notice his eyes flickering towards my neck, suddenly my heart is beating wildly. It's as if he's quietly begging to bite me, everything in my body is telling me to call out for help. Though the logical side of me knows he'd be so fast, I wouldn't be able to get it out.

"Damon..." At a loss for words, I say nothing else, his eyes dart back to meet my reddish brown eyes. His pupils dilated, they're slightly turning bloodshot red, veins starting to appear under his eyes. I was shocked, it seemed like he had so much control a moment ago.

"I don't understand why I feel like this, I...barely know you, and yet..." Damon closed the gap between us, his hands coming around my waist bringing me closer to him. Damon trapped me between the kitchen counter and his hips. Suddenly thrown into a panic I begin to wonder why the hell no one has come to save me yet!

"I won't do it, I promise you, I'll behave, but I want to taste you so bad. I wonder if your blood is as hot as your bitchy little attitude. Please tell me you feel just as drawn to me, as I feel to you." Damon demanded an answer for me, his eyes never leaving mine, and his hands stayed exactly on my lower back.

I'm usually really good at reading people, but Damon had taken me utterly by surprise. The way he spoke to me turned me on so much, I'm sure my panties were a bit wet. Unable to speak, I just shook my head giving a silent agreement. I did feel it, our connection was immediate, I try to think back on all my memories, and I know for sure I've never met Damon Salvatore before now.

Suddenly he looked me directly in my eyes, his cold slender fingers wrapped around the back of my neck so I couldn't look away. His pupils dilated, and he spoke to me in a hushed tone.

"You'll only remember I came into the kitchen to give you one last dish, and then I left. Everything else that happened after that, you'll only remember if you and I are alone together. Do you understand?" I couldn't think of anything else other than what he was commanding me right now, and I shake my head obeying. I blinked my eyes and suddenly I was standing in the kitchen by myself, with the water still running. I turn it off and join the girls in the living room. I have this weird feeling looming over me, but I ignore it, shaking it off.

[entomjinx]

Hello!

Before you continue: Eat something, drink something, take your meds, and get some rest if you haven't. This blog will still exist tomorrow. <3

I don't think I ever had a proper pinned post for this blog, so I'm doing that now! (Last updated: 9/23/2023)

My name is Jinx, and I use all pronouns. You may perceive me however you see fit to, and it is impossible for you to be incorrect.

This blog is for my orginal content. I do not reblog things here unless I am adding to it, or doing an ask game of some sort. The blog where I reblog literally everything and anything I see is @jinx13gxa2 . Follow that one at your own risk, because there is so much spam.

My ask box is always open, and anons stay on. I'm to anxious to leave asks on people's pages 99% of the time so I want to keep that curtesy extended for others like me. I'm a loser with too much going on in my head and I'd love to talk with you! Honestly, I'm probably as anxious about answering you as you are about sending something!

This links you too all of my socials.

I mostly write fics on Ao3, but I occasionally post doodles and such here too. I love to do headcanon lists, but I haven't made any in a long time.

Fandoms I currently create content for:

Fairy Tail (Link to the post about the LGBTQIA+ friendly server that I help run (still semi-active: 2/28/23)) (I don't currently plan on coming back.)

One Piece (Main Fandom as of 2023)

Fandoms I previously created content for, but likely will never return to:

Edens Zero (No new posts.)

I would like to keep this blog as discourse free as possible, as every time I've been thrown into it, I've been harassed, told to kill myself, and in two cases, doxxed. Some of that harassment still continues to this day, and I regularly have to delete anon asks with disturbing content. I will block drama causers without response, as I no longer feel the need to try and back sass you to "one up" you like I did as a teenager. I'm 22, I've grown passed that, and I'm tired. We can coexist quietly and amicably or we can block one another and move on.

Below this is the context of the previous discourse I was involved in, because I'd rather be transparent for anyone just showing up. Warning: It's not as short as I'd like. (TWs: mentions of stalking, harassment, death threats, and suicide baiting)

I will not be deleting any old discourse. It is something I was involved in regardless of how much I wish I wasn't, so I refuse to just erase it despite my personal growth. Everyone may do stupid shit as a teen, however, that will not stop me from holding myself to a higher standard explicitly because it's me. 2019-2020 ish is where the last of the public responses end, I believe.

When I first joined the Fairy Tail fandom, I had a real life stalker, who used the ship Gray/Juvia (and many others) as an example of why I would have to fall in love with him eventually. I was fourteen. This fucked me up beyond belief.

Because of that whole fiasko, I politely asked shippers of the ship and people who really loved Juvia's character to DNI. I wanted nothing to do with it because it brought up all of that trauma and fear. I immediatly began recieving harassment and I was being told that the only reason I didn't like them was because I shipped queer ships in the fandom and thought Juvia was "in the way." The latter didn't bother me much, but the mass amounts of messages telling me to kill myself was incredibly straining.

I fully acknowledge that none of the following was the correct way to go about things, even if it was much better than the alternatives(ex: harassing back).

So I started putting out little anlyses showing the toxicity of the relationship and Juvia's various mental health issues that are never dealt with in the series, and I've even written fics about it. The harassment only grew worse.

I couldn't---and still really don't---understand why people would seek out people who don't like what they do just to harass them, and vice versa. That's why I and a few others who didn't enjoy the ship created a vent blog to keep all of the dislike for the ship contained, and even encouraged shippers to block us, which unfortunately, did not work. We wanted it to stay away from anyone who didn't want to see it, but to be there for those who needed that space to vent about it without it being traced back to their blogs where they could be harassed and sent death threats for disliking something. (This blog is no longer used by anyone. it's been fully shut down, as it should have never existed at all.)

It backfired greatly, and even now I get 15-20 anon asks a week telling me how I should end my life. Sometimes they spike up randomly into 100 a week for shits and giggles.

Because of the way that the harassers treated my friends and I, I believed fiction affected reality on a 1:1 ratio for a long time, which it doesn't. I thought the whole "Anti vs proshipping" discourse was a firm stance on your morals because no one corrected me, yet I was being harrassed by both, which is what forced me to come to terms with the fact that I was being played like a fiddle for a fool.

The entire thing was incredibly immature and ridiculous. Fiction does not affect reality on a 1:1 scale, and it's better for dark topics to be explored in fiction than in real life. That doesn't mean I should have been harassed for not wanting to interact with a certain aspect of it, but that also means I should have just blocked people who were harassing me instead of giving them the angry responses they wanted.

I will fully admit to many of my responses being made out of anger, fear and with more generalizations than they should have been because of the above. Those people were also harassing my friends and I, so I do not feel remorse for being unkind, only for being unfair with my comparisons of fiction to reality.

I have never told anyone to kill themselves, that they should be caught in an accident, or harassesed anyone. I hate the way it feels to be told those things, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemies nor the people who harassed me.

Should you scroll down into my blog, you may encounter some of this very angry discourse, and you will, due tumblr showing you the most recent posts first, encounter some of the final, angriest pieces of that discourse without the context for any of it. So here's your context, make of it what you will, and I can only hope that you don't judge me solely on 14-18 year old me's poor descisions and reactions.

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My name is Noor, I am a second-year university student and I live with my family in North Gaza. My father was the owner of a gift shop for years, as our main breadwinner, with the beginning of the war on the Gaza Strip, our lives completely changed 10 months ago.. My father's warehouse was destroyed. It is the source of our main livelihood, our stores, and the destruction of our house. We miraculously escaped death, my uncle was martyred, and my brother was seriously injured. Then displacement became a necessity, and we were displaced more than 8 times, and we live in tents. Adapt to this terrifying sound! Instead, this war is the most difficult, my university studies, it was my dream, as I was studying English at the Community Training College of Gaza, affiliated with UNRWA. Our business, I stopped studying because my university was destroyed. I'm lost now, I see nightmares every night and I can't sleep.. My father suffers from disease (diabetes, pressure, gout and "osteoporosis"). My 17-year-old brother Mustafa was in high school, was supposed to be ready for high school exam, sitting on study seats, he was very active and diligent, and was eager to study, to get the franchise rate, to be able to enroll in the Faculty of Engineering. His dream was always, our house was bombed and his foot was wounded as he tried to escape death. He fled with his soul, leaving his dream and writing it behind. Before being bombed, my sister Heba joined the web development and software development at the Islamic University, and is supposed to graduate this year, but because of the war she was unable to do so.. Gaza dreams are not complete, my 5-year-old brother Ahmed has contracted hepatitis and has become dehydrated due to a lack of adequate food, and he suffers from anemia. We were affected by diseases, because we are displaced in a "tent" and there are no ducts or infrastructure, and the necessities of life are zero. Simply we are a family from Gaza who has her dreams, work, home.. Suddenly everything has disappeared from her life, from a family that loves life, to a homeless family trying to survive. From the cold, all roads lead to death..! We dream of our quiet life before the seventh of October and I hope that the return to Gaza will become a reality. I hope to see a glimmer of hope to help you escape death and leave the Gaza Strip and get a chance to complete my university career. Exit from Gaza requires that I have a minimum of $5,000-7000, depending on the person's exit price, and I will go out with my family, we are all 9. Those who responds to my message and to every heart open the doors of hope. Share my story and support me as much as you can until we reach our goal together. Not every euro will be just a number...! It will be the basis for rebuilding the family's dream and achieving hope for a better tomorrow.💔😭😭😭Please guys help us donate and share so that everyone around the world can see the tragedy we are experiencing

Donate 1110kronfor each person who saves my family, please

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Don't forget every 1110kron=100$😭❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/5be510a9

Reblogs + likes help!! (Donate if you can,they only have 43 donations + it helps alot More!!)

[thepiratefish]

My name is Noor, I am a second-year university student and I live with my family in North Gaza. My father was the owner of a gift shop for years, as our main breadwinner, with the beginning of the war on the Gaza Strip, our lives completely changed 10 months ago.. My father's warehouse was destroyed. It is the source of our main livelihood, our stores, and the destruction of our house. We miraculously escaped death, my uncle was martyred, and my brother was seriously injured. Then displacement became a necessity, and we were displaced more than 8 times, and we live in tents. Adapt to this terrifying sound! Instead, this war is the most difficult, my university studies, it was my dream, as I was studying English at the Community Training College of Gaza, affiliated with UNRWA. Our business, I stopped studying because my university was destroyed. I'm lost now, I see nightmares every night and I can't sleep.. My father suffers from disease (diabetes, pressure, gout and "osteoporosis"). My 17-year-old brother Mustafa was in high school, was supposed to be ready for high school exam, sitting on study seats, he was very active and diligent, and was eager to study, to get the franchise rate, to be able to enroll in the Faculty of Engineering. His dream was always, our house was bombed and his foot was wounded as he tried to escape death. He fled with his soul, leaving his dream and writing it behind. Before being bombed, my sister Heba joined the web development and software development at the Islamic University, and is supposed to graduate this year, but because of the war she was unable to do so.. Gaza dreams are not complete, my 5-year-old brother Ahmed has contracted hepatitis and has become dehydrated due to a lack of adequate food, and he suffers from anemia. We were affected by diseases, because we are displaced in a "tent" and there are no ducts or infrastructure, and the necessities of life are zero. Simply we are a family from Gaza who has her dreams, work, home.. Suddenly everything has disappeared from her life, from a family that loves life, to a homeless family trying to survive. From the cold, all roads lead to death..! We dream of our quiet life before the seventh of October and I hope that the return to Gaza will become a reality. I hope to see a glimmer of hope to help you escape death and leave the Gaza Strip and get a chance to complete my university career. Exit from Gaza requires that I have a minimum of $5,000-7000, depending on the person's exit price, and I will go out with my family, we are all 9. Those who responds to my message and to every heart open the doors of hope. Share my story and support me as much as you can until we reach our goal together. Not every euro will be just a number...! It will be the basis for rebuilding the family's dream and achieving hope for a better tomorrow.💔😭😭😭Please guys help us donate and share so that everyone around the world can see the tragedy we are experiencing

Donate 1110kronfor each person who saves my family, please

😞😭🍉🔗

Don't forget every 1110kron=100$😭❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/5be510a9

I'm sorry I can't donate but I can reblog your post!

[some-other-number]

My name is Noor, I am a second-year university student and I live with my family in North Gaza. My father was the owner of a gift shop for years, as our main breadwinner, with the beginning of the war on the Gaza Strip, our lives completely changed 10 months ago.. My father's warehouse was destroyed. It is the source of our main livelihood, our stores, and the destruction of our house. We miraculously escaped death, my uncle was martyred, and my brother was seriously injured. Then displacement became a necessity, and we were displaced more than 8 times, and we live in tents. Adapt to this terrifying sound! Instead, this war is the most difficult, my university studies, it was my dream, as I was studying English at the Community Training College of Gaza, affiliated with UNRWA. Our business, I stopped studying because my university was destroyed. I'm lost now, I see nightmares every night and I can't sleep.. My father suffers from disease (diabetes, pressure, gout and "osteoporosis"). My 17-year-old brother Mustafa was in high school, was supposed to be ready for high school exam, sitting on study seats, he was very active and diligent, and was eager to study, to get the franchise rate, to be able to enroll in the Faculty of Engineering. His dream was always, our house was bombed and his foot was wounded as he tried to escape death. He fled with his soul, leaving his dream and writing it behind. Before being bombed, my sister Heba joined the web development and software development at the Islamic University, and is supposed to graduate this year, but because of the war she was unable to do so.. Gaza dreams are not complete, my 5-year-old brother Ahmed has contracted hepatitis and has become dehydrated due to a lack of adequate food, and he suffers from anemia. We were affected by diseases, because we are displaced in a "tent" and there are no ducts or infrastructure, and the necessities of life are zero. Simply we are a family from Gaza who has her dreams, work, home.. Suddenly everything has disappeared from her life, from a family that loves life, to a homeless family trying to survive. From the cold, all roads lead to death..! We dream of our quiet life before the seventh of October and I hope that the return to Gaza will become a reality. I hope to see a glimmer of hope to help you escape death and leave the Gaza Strip and get a chance to complete my university career. Exit from Gaza requires that I have a minimum of $5,000-7000, depending on the person's exit price, and I will go out with my family, we are all 9. Those who responds to my message and to every heart open the doors of hope. Share my story and support me as much as you can until we reach our goal together. Not every euro will be just a number...! It will be the basis for rebuilding the family's dream and achieving hope for a better tomorrow.💔😭😭😭Please guys help us donate and share so that everyone around the world can see the tragedy we are experiencing

Donate 1110kronfor each person who saves my family, please

😞😭🍉🔗

Don't forget every 1110kron=100$😭❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/5be510a9

hello noor! I have reblogged your post and I shall also post the link to your gofundme below as well. I urge anyone who sees this to donate, and especially to reblog, as I noticed that noor's posts do not seem to have many notes and I urge you to change that!