#Safely remove blemishes

[paracosm-draw]

Promptober Day 9 - Warmth ☄️

Tags : medical terms, injured Anakin, naked bodies, no smut

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They were in the middle of the battlefield, rain pouring from the sky and making the ground muddy and slippery. All around, the fast bolt of the blasters pierced through the downpour, illuminating briefly the masks and faces of the Republic army.

Obi-Wan was on the front line, fending off shot after shot with his lightsaber to allow his men to progress. He was almost blinded by the rain dripping on his face and pooling on his eyebrows, hair stuck to his temples and neck, his damped clothes rubbing unpleasantly against his cold skin with each movement.

He was pushing away another battle droid when the Force shifted suddenly, twisting and straining the bond he shared with Anakin with such strength he fell on his knees, gasping for air as his chest clenched violently. The Force howled in agony around him, tossing him around as if he were a blade of grass in the midst of a hurricane of emotions, images and sensations flashing through his mind so fast he couldn't tell if they belonged to him or not.

Fear. Anger. Pain. Regrets. Pain. Pain. Pain. Solitude.

It lasted for what seemed to be an eternity, pulling at Obi-Wan’s intangible energy from all sides and so hard he was sure he was going to break. Then, as suddenly as it started, everything withdrew, every feeling, every sound, every image and he was left breathless and disoriented in the middle of the chaos. For a terrible, gut wrenching second he thought that the steady and familiar thread uniting their soul had been severed, teared apart and his heart stopped beating at the implication.

No.

“Anakin…” He breathed at the same time a strong pair of hands lifted him from the ground and put him back on his feet.

“Are you okay, General ?” Cody’s concerned voice asked from behind his helmet.

“Anakin.” He said again, still shaken to the core by what he just experienced. “Where is Anakin ?”

The clone frowned behind his mask, noticing the Jedi’s blemish face and wide eyes. He was too well trained to ask useless questions, especially as they were right in the middle of the fight and totally exposed, so his brain moved on to the next sensible thing to do now : take cover.

“He was just next to the cliff last time I saw him.” He answered, pulling Obi-Wan by the arm and shielding him with his own body until they were safe behind a large rock. “Do you want me to comm him ?”

“I don't know.” Obi-Wan swallowed, unable to think clearly. “I-”

“General.” Cody put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly, the gesture grounding Obi-Wan a little bit. “What happened ?”

“I can’t feel him anymore.” The Jedi whispered. “I think something happened to him”

Cody stayed silent for a while, letting the sounds of the blaster shots, the explosions and the screams fill the space between them as he calculated a change of plan.

“Alright.” He said eventually, typing something on his commlink. “I’m coming with you.”

Obi-Wan knew that removing two men from their forces, let alone a Jedi, was not a strategic choice at all. But the visceral terror that gnawed at his guts right now prevented him from feeling guilty about it. All that mattered was Anakin.

Reaching the cliff took more time than Obi-Wan had anticipated. They still had to fight their way until there and the whole time the Jedi was projecting his life Force around to try to find Anakin’s signature somewhere, anywhere. But he remained untraceable.

They searched all along the cliff’s edge, screaming for his name in the chaos of the battle, asking everyone on their way. Cody even checked the bodies lying in the mud, aware that Obi-Wan would refuse to even think about that eventually.

“General.” He called after several minutes of vain research. “He could have fallen down the cliff.”

Obi-Wan swallowed and walked to the edge, looking down at the river rushing a dozen of meters below.

“General…” Cody approached carefully. “If he fell… You have to consider the possibility that he didn't-”

“No.” Obi-Wan interrupted him. “He’s alive. He has to be.”

“There’s a lot of rocks.” The clone replied quietly but not unkindly. “Such a fall would severely injure anyone. If they’re lucky.”

“Anakin is not anyone.” Obi-Wan replied stubbornly. “I’m going to find him. You don’t have to come with me.”

Cody shook his head and put his blaster back in the holster strapped around his waist.

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

They find Anakin a mile away down the river, his body laying on a flat rock, face down. Obi-Wan runs to him, panic wrapping around his throat and suffocating him as he notices blood all around him, mixing with the rain.

“Anakin !” He chokes, letting himself fall by his side and wincing when his knees hit the hard ground for the second time today.

Gently, he grabs him by the shoulders to turn him on his back, dreading what he’s about to discover.

Anakin’s face is stained with blood that still drips from his forehead, sticking to his curls and damping the collar of his tunic. He probably hit his nose hard enough to make it bleed too, as well one of his lips and he has small contusions on his cheeks and jaw. He’s pale, so frighteningly pale.

Obi-Wan presses his fingers against his pulse point while Cody kneels on his other side, doing the same thing on his wrist. It takes a few excruciating seconds for them to feel something, a weak fluttering pulse that makes Obi-Wan’s eyes sting with pure relief.

“He’s alive.” He breathes shakily.

“I’m calling for a ship.” Cody says immediately, getting up again to comm one of the pilots.

Obi-Wan quickly checks Anakin’s body for other obvious injuries in the meantime. He doesn’t seem to have any open wounds but he doesn’t dare move him in case he risks making things worse. What if his spine is damaged or he suffers from internal bleeding ?

The only thing he allows himself is to place his hand on his cheek, pushed by the imperial need to feel him, to make sure he’s alive and breathing. His heart sinks when he notices how cold his skin is. Without thinking, he removes his own robes to lay it on Anakin’s body. It’s a useless gesture but he can’t stand the idea of his golden, always warm boy being frozen to the bones.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, gently pushing Anakin’s drenched curls from his still face. “You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me.”

When the ship arrives, Anakin is picked up on a stretcher and taken away to the tiny medical unit it carries. Obi-Wan silently blesses Cody for having the presence of mind to ask for a medic, gaining precious time for Anakin’s life. They don’t have a lot of equipment but they have enough to stabilize him until they’re back to the base.

The doctor asks them to help remove Anakin’s clothes while he puts an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose. He checks his vitals again, not satisfied about the results.

“He's unresponsive.” He says with a frown. “He might be in shock. He’s also hypothermic and injured, so we will have to act according to an order of priority.”

Obi-Wan nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

“I’m going to put him on warm fluids to help his body fight the shock and hopefully help him heat up a little bit.” The man explains quietly. “Then I'm going to take a blood sample to see if something's happening inside. If everything is fine, we’ll have to find a way to get his temperature back to normal, or at least, decent.”

“How ?” Obi-Wan asks.

As far as he knows they only have a limited stock of blankets and no heating pads.

“With the most wonderful and efficient source of heat I know.” The doctor answers. “Human’s heat.”

“Oh.”

Obi-Wan blushes slightly without knowing why. His gaze falls back on Anakin, so pale and so cold under his thin cover.

“Um, okay. I can- I can help with that.” He says with his steadier voice. “Just tell me what to do.”

“For now, wait until he’s stable.” The man replies, focused on putting a catheter on the inside of Anakin’s arm. “Then undress and hold him tight.”

Obi-Wan can’t help but blush fully at the blunt, clinical way the doctor states the whole thing. As if it’s a usual life-saving procedure. Maybe it is. Obi-Wan is no doctor after all.

He watches quietly as the man fusses around Anakin, branching him to a little bag of fluids and to a little machine monitoring his heart and respiratory rates as well as his temperature and level of oxygen. When he’s done, he looks over to Obi-Wan and gives him a nod.

“It's your moment.”

“Okay…” Obi-Wan approaches the bed hesitantly.

“I’m giving you some privacy.” The man says, gathering Anakin’s wet clothes to go make them dry somewhere. “I’m coming back in half an hour to check on him. Call me if something goes wrong in the meantime.”

“Understood.” Obi-Wan nods. “Thank you.”

When he's finally alone in the tiny medical room, the unit separated from the main room of the ship by a thin curtain only, he starts peeling off his soaked layers, realizing how cold he felt too now that a part of the adrenaline had worn off.

Anakin is still immobile on the small bed, just as pale as the sheets. Obi-Wan hesitates to keep his underwear but the fabric is as drenched as the rest of his clothes so he decides against it. His modesty is no match against Anakin’s life.

Taking two more blankets on his way, he slips by his side into the bed, shuddering when his cold skin presses against Anakin’s even colder one. After putting the extra blankets mostly on Anakin’s side, he wraps his arms and legs around his still, freezing body and holds him tight as the doctor asked.

At first it’s very unpleasant, Obi-Wan shivering in their shared wet coldness and thinking they were never going to warm up ever again. But after a while, the blankets start to do their job, preventing whatever warmth Obi-Wan is producing from escaping and progressively raising the temperature in the tight confines of the bed.

Later, Obi-Wan feels warm enough to stop shivering, and exhaustion starts numbing his mind and body, making him close his eyes without noticing.

When the doctor comes to check on Anakin, he finds them both asleep, Obi-Wan carefully but tightly wrapped against the younger Jedi in a protective, life-saving embrace.

Even later, when the sun starts to fall on the system, Obi-Wan is awakened by light movements against him. Emerging with difficulty from the deep slumber he fell in, he lifts an eyelid and he’s faced with Anakin's confused face and fluttering eyes.

“What happened ?” He murmurs.

“You fell from the cliff.” Obi-Wan replies in the same tone. “You almost died. But I found you.”

Anakin frowns and manages to pout.

“Didn't fall. Been pushed.” He mumbles.

“You managed to reach the shore.” Obi-Wan says. “Do you remember ?”

Anakin shakes his head.

“I only remember the cold. I was so cold. Never been that cold in my entire life.”

He frowns again then, slightly raising his head to take a look around, then at Obi-Wan, then under the covers.

“Why am I naked ?” He squints. “Why are you naked ?”

Obi-Wan fails pathetically against his own body when he tries not to blush.

“The doctor said you were in hypothermia. Someone had to keep you warm.”

“It was a life or death situation.” He adds for good measure.

“I see.” Anakin smirks, making the blush on Obi-Wan’s face spread to his chest. “Thank you for saving my life, then.”

“You’re welcome.” Obi-Wan mumbles, trying to hide a part of his face in the pillow.

“I’m still a bit cold, though.” Anakin grins. “I could probably still die.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes, the heat coming from his face probably enough to keep Anakin warm for the century to come.

“Come here.” He grumbles, opening his arms wider, and Anakin loses no time snuggling against his chest, almost ripping the wires monitoring his health. “Careful, you’re still in a bad state.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The younger Jedi whispers against his neck, closing his eyes again.

Obi-Wan can't help but smile, slipping his fingers in the mass of golden hair curling on his head.

“How are you feeling ?” He asks.

He can feel Anakin smile against his skin, his fingers tightening around his waist. His heart is beating peacefully against his own. Beating, pumping life into his body. Obi-Wan has never heard a more beautiful sound.

“Warm.” Anakin answers.

[mykneeshurt]

Hi!! I love your writing. I have a small request cause I never see anything on this and as someone with a lot of piercings in extremely curious.

How would the 141 boys + König + Alejandro and Rudy react to seeing their s/o naked for the first time and they have nipple piercings?

Sorry it’s taken me some time! But I got there in the end hehe. Gender neutral reader

Warnings - allusions to smut

Price 🥃

When Price sees you topless for the first time he does a double take. A sly smirk over his lips.

Seeing your nipples pierced makes him feel like a horny teenager again.

He daydreams about swirling his tongue around your nipples, feeling the cold sting of the jewellery.

He likes the pull them slightly with his teeth. Only slightly though.

He likes it when you wear plain silver bars, simpler the better for Price.

Soap 🧼

When he sees you naked for the first time his eyes light up. He loves piercings. On anyone, anywhere.

He loves how the jewellery twinkles against your skin.

His favourite colour of jewellery is black with a coloured gem on the balls either side.

Soap loves watching you on top, seeing your nipples decorated so beautifully.

He loves a navel piercing too. He’s a sucker for em. Something about piercings make him salivate like a dog with a bone.

Ghost 💀

Like I’ve said before this man 100% has piercings. In my head it’s his tongue and jacobs ladder FR.

So for his s/o to have multiple piercings too? He loves it, it’s a shared interest.

He loves jewellery where the bar also has a halo around it, decorating the nipple. Like a heart, or circle.

He always thought you had your nipple pierced as he saw the outline in the t-shit. But when you undressed for the first time in front of him and he say both your nipples pierced? Heaven. Man’s loves em.

Ghost loves the human body, it fascinates him so to see such a simple part decorated so tastefully? It’s such a turn on.

You’ve shown him yours, now he’ll show you his.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz hasn’t been with anyone who has their nipples pierced, ears and navel sure.

So when you remove your top for the first time and he sees that little glint of a gem for the first time, his interest is peaked.

Safe to say you’ve ensnared him. It’s love at first sight for him. It’s different. It’s edgy. He can’t stop looking at your nipples.

He loves to place gentle kisses around your nipples, nipping on the bar, pulling at the sensitive skin. He’s a tease and he knows it.

And when you’re out? It’s a turn on for him to know what’s underneath your clothes. That it’s only for him.

Alejandro ❤️

The master of love and seduction for sure. Just like Ghost he adores the human body, the blemishes, the curves, the stretch marks, beauty spots, moles. He loves it all. He always says it tells a story.

So when he sees you naked for the first time, seeing your navel and nipples pierced? Whew. It lights a fire in him.

He loves covering your body in kisses and praise but pays special attention to your nipples.

He loves to suck on them gently. He’s all about creating new sensations. Using his tongue to lift and push the bar through your nipples. Biting the skin around it, pulling at it.

The piercings make him feel like you’re cheeky, just like him.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy is a dark horse for real. I bet he has his nipple pierced too.

He took one look at you naked, savouring every morsel of your body. He caught the piercings straight away.

Somewhat shocked at first as he didn’t think you’d have it done, but it was a pleasant surprise none the less.

He loves staring at the piercings, at your nipples he thinks they’re gorgeous. Especially being decorated by the understated piece of jewellery.

König ��

He’s feral. He loves it.

It was like his birthday when you took your top off and he saw the little decorations in your nipples.

I think König likes a bit of pain in the bedroom so for him to see you also tolerate pain is a turn on.

His favourite piece of jewellery is a simple silver barbell.

He’s mesmerised by it, he’s always trying to catch a peek when your clothes are on, let alone when they’re off.

Like Price he also like the tug on them gently. He likes using ice on them to change the sensations a bit. Making your nipples perkier.

[walkswithmyfather]

It Is The Blood That Saves! “And He said unto them, This is My blood of the new testament, shed for many.” —Mark 14:24

“Never did those lips, upon which grace shed its divinest, sweetest fragrance, utter words so precious as these. The language is figurative, but the truth is literal. "This is My blood," or, this cup is the 'emblem' of "My blood of the new testament," the new covenant, "shed for many," for the sins of beings whom no man can number. We are thus brought into contact with the most essential and vital doctrine of the Bible, the great Atonement of the Son of God.

Beloved, the blood of Jesus is very precious to a poor, guilt-burdened sinner. It is the blood that saves him. There is everything you need in the blood of Jesus, forgiveness for every guilt-burdened, healing for every sin-wounded conscience.

The blood of Jesus speaks peace, the blood brings us into the holiest, and places us in the very presence of the Father. It is the blood that keeps the heart pure, and supplies it with the most powerful motive to holiness. It is the blood that sustains the soul in death, and after death places it before the throne in robes washed white, with the "new song" breathing from its joyous lips. My soul, consider the blood of Jesus in two or three essential points of light.

It is the blood of the Incarnate God. Herein lies its intrinsic worth, its essential efficacy. The Deity of the Savior gave it all its merit to atone, and all its virtue to cleanse. We marvel not that the apostle should denominate it, "the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish." It is the most precious thing in the universe—it is the precious blood of Him whose person is precious to those who believe. Is it, my soul, precious to you?

And, then, remember that faith alone is necessary to make its saving virtue ours. Believe only, and all the sovereign efficacy of Christ's blood is ours. This "precious blood" and "precious faith" constitute the two most precious things in the universe.

Look at it, also, as applied blood. We know that the blood of the paschal lamb would have availed nothing to the Israelites when the angel of death swept through the land to slay the first-born of the Egyptian, had it not been really and visibly sprinkled upon their dwellings. It was the applied blood that saved them. So must it be with the blood of Jesus, our Passover slain for us. If we want to be placed in a state of non-condemnation, if we desire to be quite sure that we are safe from eternal death, the blood of Jesus must be applied to the conscience. Rest not short of this, my soul! Clearly this is the mind of the Spirit in those remarkable words of the apostle, "You are come to the blood of sprinkling." There is a present coming to the blood of Jesus, and this gives us a present salvation.

It is the blood of Jesus that sanctifies. It sets us apart as a holy people for God, it cleanses the heart from vain thoughts, worldly imaginations, and impure desires—from the taint and defilement of indwelling sin. Rest not short, then, of the applied blood of Jesus. This will remove all your doubts, quell all your fears, and bring you into perfect peace. The Holy Spirit is prepared to take of the blood of the covenant, and sprinkle it upon your heart, and then all will be peace. The blood will give you great power in prayer. Coming to God with this plea, you may open all your heart to Him, confess every sin, disclose every sorrow, make known every need, and reveal, as in the light of the noontide sun, every secret cloistered there.

In a word, it is the blood of Jesus that SAVES, saves us from a present condemnation, and saves us to a future and eternal salvation. There is no salvation elsewhere. Here is pardon for the vilest sinner, for the blood of Jesus Christ cleanses from all sin. Yes, dear Lord! it is Your blood, Your own blood, possessing all the dignity and virtue of Your Godhead, and this will be my song and my joy through eternity, "Unto Him who loved us, and washed us from our sins IN HIS OWN BLOOD, and has made us kings and priests unto God and His Father—to Him be glory forever and ever. Amen.” —Octavious Winslow

#CarryTheLight (FB)

[redamancy-writes]

Promise - House of Wax: Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count - 578 Fandom - House of Wax Pairing - Bo Sinclair x Reader Title - Promise

“You’re hurt,” Your words were soft in Bo’s ears as you stood in the doorway to his bedroom. His shirt and your underwear being the only thing you wore that day, as you had spent the day lounging in your room reading while he dealt with the tourists for the day. 

Bo shook his head, hiding his wince when you approached, carefully taking his face in your hands. You couldn’t fight the smile as he leaned into your gentle grip, his shaky hands reaching up to grip your wrists. Not in an attempt to push you away or to harm you, but to ground himself. You were here. You were safe. 

“I’m not hurt,” His promise was a bitter lie, hidden with the sweetness of his kisses he turned to place against your palm- he missed you today. He missed your skin, your smell, your voice- your laugh. 

“Your wounds, Bo, you got them all over you,” You tried to argue, tears welling in your eyes as you took in his state. Never once did you shed a tear for the tourists, but here you were almost crying over him. A pang settled into his heart as he realized this, but he simply kept pressing kisses. 

Sure his head throbbed and maybe he did have a few cuts he needed to clean up and put bandages on. Sure he was in pain, and angry- upset that one of the tourists was able to get him down on the ground, even more upset that they got closer to the house than he wanted.

 But for now, having you run to his aid and cradle him in your gentle grip - all of his anger and irritation dissipated. The only thing that bothered him now was your glassy eyes staring down at him rather than them brightened with your happiness. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” He reiterated his earlier statement, removing his grip from your wrists to pull you closer by your hips- hands sliding under his shirt. “Don’t cry for me now, darlin’,” Bo murmured, southern drawl coming out strong as he rubbed comforting circles against your flesh. 

Your face remained scrunched in worry as your eyes analyzed each part of his face, noting each new bump and blemish and bruise that graced his skin. 

“Promise?” You said after a gap of silence, forcing yourself to look away from his split lip to look into his eyes. 

“I promise,” His eyes were soft, filled with love as you leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead, feeling his body finally relax as you pressed your lips to his skin, a shaky breath leaving him. 

“But…” Bo’s voice teetered on teasing as his lips stretched into what you could only describe as the grin of the Cheshire Cat. “You could always kiss me, y’know, to take care of any pain you think I’m in.” 

Your laugh rang out into the nearly silent bedroom, making his heart finally go at ease as your tears blinked back and your eyes were no longer filled with worry. 

“Pain I think you’re in,” You echoed his words with a roll of your eyes, an undeniable smile stretching your lips as you pulled him into a kiss. Bo could be a pain in the ass, stubborn to a fault, but he was yours. Your pain in the ass, your stubborn man. And if he wants a kiss to distract him from the dull pain echoing through his veins- then so be it. 

Tags- @icefrozendeadlyqueen​

[imnotjaesblog]

The Night Turns a Shade of Pink

Starring: Jung Jaehyun

Genre: Benefits to Lovers, Fluff & Smut

Warning: Semi Dom Jaehyun, Semi Sub Y/n, Cunnilingus and Praising.

Minors Do Not Read

Designer Y/n sleeping with a man she met at a work event. Since then they’ve been hooking up at night away from public eye. However for Jaehyun these nights mean more than anything to him and he wants Y/n to feel the same way he does and tonight he doesn’t shy away.

Owning the most high-end designer brand in the country was just the first step for you. Owning your billion-dollar designer brand that had become a global success and having all your designs worn by only the most high-end celebrities was just luck.

You were a pristine woman only ever photographed at events that you held or attended in the city. You were rarely ever seen outside of the life you lived with your friends or money. Never hacking a scandal you played your cards safely. Being the independent, successful, and intelligent businesswoman the world adored by day and the hot freak by night.

Tonight you sat by your vanity fixing your pink bralette in the mirror. Satisfied with how your breast sat in the pink straps you took a glance at your skin. Checking for redness or blemishes. You applied some light make to your face giving yourself a heavenly base. You smiled taking in the view of yourself. The doorbell had distracted you from the hour of self-love. You smiled quickly spraying some perfume on yourself as you left to answer your front door.

You quickly adjusted the straps of your bra throwing on a short baby pink night gown and silk robe. You tapped your lips making sure your tint was dry, thankfully it was. You smiled as your opened your door to show the man who had gotten ready to see.

Normally a man’s gaze would mean absolutely nothing to you. Not because you hated men, no you loved men. You loved men who were respectful and kind but were also good at fucking and pleasing you. Many partners in your life had led you to this man at your door. You let him inside helping as he removed the coat. He placed it on the rack behind you and took off his boots.

This man you had met at an event almost a year ago. You had quickly taken a liking to him and to make a king story short. One thing led to another and you were both in a closet hooking up. What was supposed to be a one-time thing turned into a year of one-time things.  He walked inside smiling heading to your couch. He sat down taking the remote in his hands. You raised a brow confused. He never sat down or “hung out” he always went straight to your bedroom and got undressed. You walked over to your couch prettier than ever and stood next to him. He kept his eyes on your flat screen that was mounted to the wall. He chuckled at the joke the actor made on the screen.

“Uh, Jaehyun-“ you began playing with the ends of your robe.

“Y/n come to sit down. Let’s watch a movie,” he said patting the couch. He grabbed a pillow for you and a nearby throw blanket to keep you warm and cozy. You liked Jaehyun, a lot but couldn’t date him. Your job didn’t allow you to. You were always busy whether it was flying across the country to design a dress or staying all day in your office working on clothes and dealing with money. Jaehyun simply helped pass the lonely nights that led into the bright morning.

Jaehyun knew this. You told him after your second time together. He said he understood, you hoped that was still the same. You grabbed the blanket starting to feel exposed in your lingerie. You sat down removing your slippers and getting somewhat comfortable. He had played a comedy and continued to laugh at the jokes the actors told. He glanced over at you as you sat down. “This movie is great. Have you seen it?” He asked manspreading. He became more comfortable on your beige-colored couch. Throwing his arms over the sides of the sofa. You smiled nodding unsure of what to do from here. “How come you don’t want to move this to my room?” You asked biting your lips. He sighed, “If we go there we can’t watch the movie,” he said barely even sparring you a glance. You pouted curling your feet to your side and facing the tv. “I don’t want to watch a movie, Jae. I want to go upstairs” you said crawling over to him. You peeled back the white fluffy blanket and straddled him placing yourself directly on his cock. He hissed feeling your throbbing pussy directly on his slowly hardening dick. You slowly but hard grinded into him blocking his view of the tv. “Y/n please…” he pleaded holding your waist. His hands gripped onto your hips moving your body against his.

“We can’t…” he tried to say big you were persistent. You continued your small threats of abuse on his clothed cock. Pushing yourself further down to feel his tip rub against you through his dark jeans. Her hands fell down his toned stomach to his black belt. You started unbuckling it but were stopped by Jaehyun.

“We can’t,” he said softly removing your hand and placing it at your side. He easily picked you up and placed you back down on the couch. He could feel your stares on him. He played with his fingers in silence pouting his lips. “I just want to chill tonight-“ You stood up in front of him confused.

“You mean to tell me that I’m standing right here practically throwing myself at you and you're saying no?!” You asked placing your arms on your hips. Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle at your cuteness. You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest. Looking at him up and down you poked the inside of your mouth with your tongue.

“You think this is funny?” You asked. He sighed shaking his head. “No I think it’s cute,” he said watching your face change. He’s never called you that before, he’s never really called you anything except by your name. He wasn’t your boyfriend or husband so he didn’t have to use pet names with you. But now he was avoiding having sex with you and calling you cute, what’s gotten me to him?

You poured still standing in front of him. He stood up standing tall before you. He leaned down pecking your lips softly. You closed your eyes savoring the kiss. You opened your eyes to Jaehyun’s arms still holding the arms that crossed your body.

“Jae we not supposed to kiss-“ you began before he cut you off with a much longer kiss. He let go staring into your eyes. Your shocked expression makes him chuckle. He pulled you closer sitting on the couch and pulling you into his lap. Your legs swing over the side of his and arms wrapped around his neck.

You didn’t want to look at anything else, just him. Mesmerized by the way his brown eyes glowed in the lowly lightroom. How his plumped pink lips sat so perfectly on his face ready to be kissed and sucked on. His soft brown hair framed his face ever so well. Your hand couldn’t help but find its way to his thick locks. You moved some strands away. He closed his eyes briefly relaxing under your warm touch. “You kissed me,” you said cussing him to wake back up. He nodded holding you close to him.

“Twice,” he said.

“Why?” You asked. “We have a rule-“

“A dumb rule. I don’t like the rule or any of our rules. I want to be with you, I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said staring deeply into your eyes. His confession made your heart flutter. You had always wanted to be his. In your dreams, you’ve seen him and it’s splendid. You both fall in love and get married, have babies. But in reality, this moment here was temporary. You went to move away to hide in your room but Jaehyun held you.

“I will make time for you. I will be able to be with you,” he said reassuring you. You sighed deciding to take a chance and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was warm and gentle. He placed a hand around your head and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You fixed your position swinging a leg around his bottom half sitting directly on his cock again grinding against him. The kiss becomes hot and needy. He groaned into your mouth as you pushed your hips forward adding to the friction.

“Let me have you. Let me fuck you like your my girlfriend,” he said desperately holding onto you.

His fingers crept up the sides of your body his fingertips grazing your skin. You sighed into his touch and he watched your every movement. Kept his eyes focused on you and only you waiting for your response. You nodded biting your lip not being to control yourself anymore, you needed him right now. You leaned down and kissed him grabbing his face. He complied taking hold of you. “Let me hear you, baby. I want to hear you say it,” he said against your plush lips.

“Yes Jaehyun, I want you,” you said looking deeply into his eyes. He smiled taking his lips with yours. Easily he lifted you both from the couch the movie long forgotten. He carried you to your bedroom opening the door with his feet. He sat down on your bed you still wrapped around his waist. You pushed him down continuing your movements below your waist, your hips rutting against his. He slipped the baby pink silk robe off your skin letting the expensive garment fall to the ground. His fingers slipped the straps down of your dress that barely covered your ass. His hands slid down your body and grabbed hold of your ass molding it in his large hands. You held onto his strong bicep pausing for a moment and looking into his eyes.

“Jae…” your voice just above a whisper. “Yes,” he said deeply drunk off you. Your eyes wandered to his covered chest. You played with the zipper of his hoodie shyly. “I want to feel you. I don’t want you to wear a condom,” you said moving your iris up and looking into his. His face was a mixture of mischief and disbelief. You always made sure he wore a condom, always being hundred percent careful. You made sure you were always on the pill, which you still are. Before he got too excited he sat up holding you close to him. His hand pressed in the small of your back so you wouldn’t slip.

“You sure?” He asked. You nodded biting your lip. “Yes,” you responded. That was the only confirmation he needed from you. He pulled you into a heated kiss poking his tongue at your bottom lip and silently asking for your permission. You allowed him in running your hands through his hair. He flipped you both over hovering on top of you. Pulling the nighty off you and throwing it to the side next to the discarded robe. He removed his sweater beginning to feel hot. His arms are exposed to the room and you from his t-shirt.

He kissed down your neck, down the valley of your breast stopping to pull them out and suck on your nipple. Abusing it with his tongue and using his other hand to mold the flesh. You moaned at the warm feeling he gave you from his tongue sucking and licking your nipple. Your hand ran through his brown locks and even pulled on the hairs causing him to groan against your skin. He continued his assault down your stomach reaching the pretty little pink panties you wore. He smirked, he loved you in pink more than anything.

“So pretty,” he praised kissing your inner thighs and sucking on the thick skin. He inched his lips closer to your spot of desperate need. Placing a kiss over your silk panties wasn’t enough of you. Whining from above silently begging him to rip the panties off you and devour you. He used his tongue to suck and lick you above your panties spreading your legs for him. The panties barely concealing your pussy at this point. His tongue creates circles around your clothed clit. You moaned a mixture of pleasure and frustration. He was taking his absolute most time with you savoring every memory and flavor from your lips to your pussy.

“Baby, do you want my mouth?” He asked teasingly kissing around your pussy lips. You hated begging but had no choice. He loved hearing you fall apart under him making you for a moment feel what he felt when he was around you. Around you he’d do just about anything you say, he beg you for pretty much anything you didn’t allow him. Like when he begged for months to eat your pussy and you finally said yes. You looked so pretty under and above him, he’d happily live the rest of his life that way with those views of you.

You nodded furiously puffing out your lips. He smirked chuckling, “Baby use your words. You have such pretty lips, use them,” he said wiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yes,” you said staring down at him. He smirked to himself bringing his hand back down your body. His finger slid over every part of your body including your perked nipple. He yanked the panties off you, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the side. You didn’t even protest watching the expensive garment fly away. You instead focused on the man who spread you wide and prepped you with small kitten licks on your clit.

“Jaehyun please,” you begged one of your hands finding your breast and the other his hair. He held your legs down with one hand wrapping them around your waist and he used the other to spread you open. Your pussy lips moved to the side he flicked his index finger over your bundle of nerves watching as your face changed with every flick and lick. Your brows furrowed when his fingers began to move faster on your nub rubbing it in circles. His tongue slipped into your tight hole. Slipping his wet and warm tongue in and out of you as his fingers continued to abuse your clit.

His abuse only continued with every moan and hair pull you did. Giving him the green light to keep going he was on a roll. Devouring you like it was his last meal he licked and sucked every inch of your pussy making sure to get every single drop of you. He watched the way your hole clenched around the air and then his finger. The way your wetness dripped out of you drooling out of your pussy. He groaned at the sight humping the mattress below him slowly losing the focus to control. The problem in his pants only growing larger. He removed the hand from your waist and slid it down his body. Removing his jeans with ease since you had undid his belt he pulled out his dick.

He pumped himself letting out a hum in satisfaction as he got off to you. You unaware continued to get off his glorious tongue and fingers. “Jae I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. For the first time in a while, he picked up his mouth from your lips. His finger still rubbing hard and fast circles. You looked down meeting his dark lustful eyes. Your liquids glistened on his lips and chin. His hair was disheveled sticking out on different parts of his beautiful head. You licked your lips at the sight of him letting your head fall back as your elbows supported you. You loved watching him eat you, it always gave you a boost of confidence to see him completely fall apart even though you begged him to touch you.

“Good girl baby,” he said moving his tongue back into you and looking his eyes with yours. You both held the contact until you came messily all over his mouth and tongue. He didn’t even wipe his lips. He licked around them tasting every bit of you and making sure nothing went to waste. He slowly licked every drop from your pussy aware of how sensitive you were. You whined and squealed your clit was too sensitive, even the small gust of air made you squeal. Jaehyun used to mouth to clean you not quite finished with you yet.

Still pumping himself he hovered over you. You leaned up pulling him down to kiss you deeply. He held the back of your head deepening the kiss you shared. When he let go you bit your lip watching as he pumped his hard red cock in his hands. “Did you cum?” You asked keeping your eyes on one of the most gifted parts of his body. He shook his head watching as you watched him. His bottom lip fell from his top mouth slightly open letting out a low groan when you touched him. “Not yet,” he said. You pushed him back taking his cock from his hands. “I want to ride you,” you said sliding on his cock that now lay flat on his stomach. Your pussy sliding again this cock jerking it felt much better than your hand. He liked your hand but he’ll always prefer your pussy.

Groaning his hands placed themselves on your sides helping you gain friction against him. Your clit met his tip with every stroke you made against him. “Let me fuck you, baby, please. Let me feel you,” he begged watching your eyes and then watching where the head of cock disappeared into the shadow of your folds. Your hands removed themselves from his chest moving your body up and hovering yourself over his dick.

Grabbing the base you slid down both of you covered in his precum and your wetness. You slid in easily both of you letting out sighs in relief moaning when you fit all of him inside you.

You began to ride him rutting your hips. His head falls back the sound of skin slapping surrounding your bedroom. He gripped onto your hips holding you steady and flexing himself quickly. You moaned out loud as his dick moved in and out of you. You held onto his shoulders turning your head to see the view below you. His cock slams into you. Your mouth falls open as more curses and moans spilled out of your throat. “Fuck Jae,” you cursed as you turned back to him. His eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of your tight pussy clenching against him.

“If you keep so that baby I’ll cum,” he groaned warning you. He continued to make beautiful noises underneath you. Grinding your hips against his he bit his lip trying to find a place to lay his eyes. Your breast spilled out of your bralette, your mouth fell open and your pussy sucked up his cock. He had so many places to look and feel. He reached back removing your pink bralette letting it fall on the side of the bed. He flipped you both over spreading your legs. Pumping himself he slid his dick back inside you. Wrapping your legs around him he trusted in hard and fast.

“Fuck Y/n keep squeezing me. I’m gonna cum,” he said rutting his hips his pelvis hitting your clit deliciously. His fingers found your clit rubbing the nub in quick circles. Your back arched off your bed. He leaned forward capturing your lips with his and swallowing your moans. He continued fucking you and circling your clit. Your arms wrapped around him scratching his back. Your nails burned his skin but he could care less. The scars would be great memories for tomorrow. “Fuck Jae I’m cumming,” you whined your pussy tightening around him. “Fuck baby girl come on, cum for me,” he said feeling himself also slowly falling apart being sucked by your velvet walls.  Jaehyun watched your face closely as you came hard for a second time tonight. Jaehyun continued to Fuck you riding out your high and quickly reaching his. You clenched around him tightly and he tried to hold for as long as he couldn’t but you felt so good around him, he couldn’t help it. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath slowly moving his hips in and out of you watching his cum mix with your juices. Some even slip out of your and fall down your leg.

You felt wet and sticky but also tired and satisfied. You lay back on your bed your eyes shut for a moment chest heaving up and down. Jaehyun slowly pulled out of you bending down to suck your pussy. You squirmed still sensitive from your high. You pushed his head away giggling and he chuckled sending you a small. His lips, chin, chest, and dick are wet and covered with your slick. He stood up his side becoming limp as he walked to the bathroom.

He returned with a warm towel bringing it to your pussy to clean you up. He also used a wipe to clean your face and body making sure you didn’t feel sticky anymore. He cleaned himself after he cleaned you. “Y/n…” he began standing before you on the side of your bed. You didn’t move just hummed, too tired to get up. “Yes?” You asked when you heard nothing but his silence.

He sighed, “I was serious about it before. I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend,” you sat up on your bed the towel barely covering your body. “Jae…”

“Listen I know you're busy with your designs but I want to be with you,” he said sincerely. You sighed running a hand through your hair. You rubbed your temples shaking your head. “You know what yes. Let’s be together, but if I get cranky from working a long time don’t get mad!” You said. Jaehyun smiled showing his teeth and his dimples on display.

He walked over to you engulfing you in a hug. Taking in his embrace you let him hold you tightly. He placed small kisses on your shoulder and face his smile never fading. You couldn’t hold back your smile either giggling under his touch.

“I promise to make you happy and take care of your needs,” he said kissing you softly. Your lips lingered against his your lashes dusting your cheeks. “Don’t make a promise Jae. Just do what you’ve been doing and don’t stop,” you said kissing him again.

Fin

Hope you enjoyed this imagine. Stay tuned for more work I will continue to create in the future! Also my vampire short is almost done! I’m really excited to post it soon :)

[underfaller]

romantic homicide pt. 2

TW: yandere content Words: 1.2k Synopsis: Dottore is a serial killer and you're the lead investigator of his case.

You awakened once again as the sun rose. Tender sunlight wafted through closed curtains. Nearby, a mourning dove cooed a pitiful song. The morning was serene but despite his fondness for such quiet moments, Dottore was much too giddy to revel in it. As you stirred slightly, he felt his heart leap into his chest, pounding heavily in his ears. What excellent timing -- he was growing impatient.  

“Finally, the little Prince is awake!”

You groaned, not yet fully aware of your predicament. You tried to stand up but quickly realized your inability to move, glancing down at the chair that you’re bound to. Your breathing hitched sharply as you struggled weakly against your restraints, rocking the creaky wooden chair against the dusty floor. The IV bag rattles as the thin tube wraps around your arm like a snake. 

You looked up sharply, finally noticing Dottore who smiled fondly at you. Surprisingly, you don’t scream, instead peppering your captor with a stream of questions. 

“What’s your name? Who are you? Where am I?-”

“Sh.”

Dottore gently pressed a gloved finger against your cracked lips and your hoarse voice instantly silenced. 

“Now, now. Don’t push yourself. All will be revealed soon enough.” 

You glared at him. He returns it with a simpering smile. You're an impatient individual. It was a common trait between you two.

The Akasha terminal blooming at the side of your head beeped faintly. You narrowed your eyes. 

“We are still in Sumeru?” 

You were obviously still probing for information. Dottore doesn’t mind answering truthfully. There was no reason to withhold information from you. It was only you and him now-- any of your deductions, no matter how accurate, were useless here. 

“Indeed.” 

Though Dottore was confident that he now had you completely in his grasp, he couldn't be too careful. His hand brushed the terminal. 

Besides, the influence of the modified Akasha kept you calm and more susceptible to Dottore’s suggestion-- perhaps that would prove useful in the near future. 

You took a shaky breath. As he fantasized your death, memories of previous events wash over you as you slowly overcome your foggy mind. 

“You’re the one who’s been watching me. The one I’m supposed to be looking for,” You whisper. “You are the Mad Doctor.” 

His title rolls off your tongue with contempt-- it makes his heart flutter. Dottore grins, bowing to his captive audience. 

“Once again, correct, my darling,” Dottore says. “Pleased to meet you.” 

You weren't fearful, whining and begging for your life like your awful partner had. Even now, checkmated, you challenged him. He liked that. He liked challenges, more so than cheap toys that easily broke. 

However, even your derision can’t hide your fatigue. Your hair was disheveled and matted. Your silver hair clip that you wore every day was long removed and tucked safely away in Dottore’s front shirt pocket. Your suit was stained with sweat and dirt from your initial awakening. 

Your soiled clothes were not the only souvenir from the previous day-- on your cheek resided a large cut covered by thick gauze that doesn't quite hide the ugly bruising blooming around the wound. Dottore caressed your face, clicking his tongue as his fingers grazed the cut. He regretted hurting you-- he didn't like to inflict unnecessary violence, especially when it blemished something so perfect-- but small sacrifices like these were crucial to the bigger picture of keeping you within his loving gaze. 

“I apologize for the level of force I used upon you but you were quite unruly when you first woke up,” Dottore simpered. Sincerity oozes from his voice-- even he is fooled by it. He lets out a short laugh. “For someone of your stature you’re much stronger than you look.”

You flinched, trying to escape his touch despite your obvious restraint. You narrowed your eyes, studying his masked face. Dottore wished to show you his face, but he found himself stopping his hands from removing it. Perhaps he feared that if he did, he’d bare his teeth and devour you right then and there--Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad. 

No, he couldn’t. He needed to remain patient. He didn’t want to spoil his carefully laid fun… But Dottore is an impatient man and the thought of your blood on his lips and his hands made him salivate like a starving dog. 

Your eyes glint, growing steely. 

“Why did you abduct me? If you think that you can hold me for ransom, you’ll quickly find it to be a futile endeavor.”

Dottore shakes his head, looking slightly offended. He crosses his arms. 

“My dear, I wouldn’t dream of kidnapping you for such a lowly reason,” He waves his hand. “I am not some common criminal, you know.” 

“Then why?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? You’ve infatuated me.”

You scowled, looking around at the nearly empty bedroom, dilapidated and dirty. 

“And this is your idea of a first date? How pathetic.” 

“Such a cruel tongue,” Dottore tutted. 

He pondered if he should cut it out of your pretty mouth once you were dead. 

“Ever since you appeared on TV, 67.3 days ago, I’ve been watching you. You’re amazing, extraordinary, ” He breathed. Dottore’s words are unbecoming as he stumbles over them, rabid in his obsession. 

Dottore reached out his fingers once more but stopped. He felt giddy, hopelessly consumed by your presence and the fact that you are now his-- not the press’s, not the police’s, not even yours-- his. 

He wanted to touch you, to caress your hair, to cup your exhausted face, to wrap his fingers around your delicate neck and just squeeze-- 

A single lightbulb swung precariously over your head as you sneered. 

“Thanks. Perhaps I can give you an autograph if you untie me.” 

Dottore laughed aloud. 

“I'm sorry but you know I can't do that.”

“I can’t understand why you would take such an unnecessary risk in doing all this,” You continue, furrowing your brows. “Objectively, it's a quite stupid move to make so deep into your infamous career, no?”

“What makes it so stupid?”

“Well, obviously something this bold will lead to your swift capture.” 

“My dear, you once again underestimate me. I will not be caught by those idiots you call peers.”

Dottore giggled. 

“Forgive me, it's just so ironic. You really don’t know much about me. But you, oh, I know everything about you.” 

It is quite alright, we’ll get to know each other very well for a very short time soon. 

You actually smiled. You met his eyes with fierce determination. 

“You’re right, I still do not know much about you but I do know this. I will bring you to justice, Mad Doctor.” 

Your confidence made him laugh even more. It was a futile, farce front; the last stand of a corner animal. He appreciated your will to die with such dignity. 

Dottore leaned close, whispering into your ear with a toothy grin. 

“I would like to see you try.” 

Your IV drips, sending ripples across the half empty bag. Dottore has noticed your increasing drowsiness but your tiredness finally overtakes you and you begin nodding off, your chest slowing to a steady rise and fall. 

“Hm, are you falling asleep again? I must have sedated you a little too well,” He chuckled. “Not to worry, we’ll talk once more after another little nap.”

Dottore kissed you on the forehead as you slipped out of consciousness, giving you one last, mad smile. 

“Sleep well, my Prince.” 

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in April, but that's when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

The Recruit, Care, & Late Night Talking (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

when the sun came up you were looking at me (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronalone

fwb (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Out of the Desert (cowboy!ace!Din Djarin x ace!Reader) - @softlyspector

kiss to the inner wrist (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

Poe + Flirting in awkward situations (Poe Dameron x Force-Sensitive!Reader) - @dameronalone

Din + Tending to wounds (Din Djarin x Reader) - @dameronalone

better safe than sorry (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

🔥A Bit Dodgy (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Get Well Soon (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Sweet Requitement (Dormroom!Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

Let Down Your Hair (Steven Grant x Muslim!Hijabi!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Merry, Happy (Steven Grant x Muslim!Reader) & Merry, Happy II (Moon Boys x Muslim!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Embrace (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Milk (Marc Spector x Reader) - @luc-k-y

Someone’s gonna light you up (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

Tell me your name (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) | Te amo (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

The letter (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

🔥Whatever you give (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

I'm Staying (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Feels Nice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Blemish (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Upon reflection (Steven Grant x Reader) - @silversweetpea

🔥Personal Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Not a Doctor (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Marc + I'll carry you to bed (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @dameronalone

🔥Précis (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @360iris

The Last of Us

sweet, sweet sugar (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @unrefinedmusings

Code Red (Joel Miller x F!Reader) | (Joel's POV) - @softlyspector

Sweet Nothing: The Morning & Sweet Nothing: Mohawk (Joel Miller x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bullseye (Joel Miller x Reader) - @softlyspector

Unplanned (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Failures (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

Triple Frontier

🔥Preciously Plump (Santiago Garcia x F!PlusSized!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Packing (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Over a Ledger (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Filled (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ex Machina

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In Pain (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Efficiency (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

Belated (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Ebo (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Batman/The Dark Knight

🔥Vouyer!Bruce Wayne/Batman (cb!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Daredevil

🔥Pretty Boy (Matt Murdock x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

Narcos

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[ohhcinnybuns]

Here I am again,

You've been expecting me because I can't keep my mouth shut,

But if we don't know how their story ends, what then?

I have another prompt for you that's sure to really cut

‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’ 👀

In his arms, by the sea - Merman! Chuuya and Captain Dazai (OTPOY alternate ending)

Words: 2.8k

The shushing of the ocean waves entered his ears, muffled as if his head was below water. It could be. His mind had felt absent for months, his irises becoming mornings waiting at dawn for a sign—any sign at all. 

Time seemingly moved along without him. Days became weeks and months. Every morning, the same routine. He would walk, wait by the pier, gaze at the horizon, and return to the lighthouse he called home. He waited by the shore, hoping that a streaking comet would surface from below the sea, vermillion-drenched locks and teardrop irises ready to call his name and bring him back from his mind’s deceptive trenches. 

Boats drift by, bellowing their horn, while seagulls turn over vacant shells, searching for a morsel. Whispers of people passing by began to call him insane as if the story of his life that made him human was nonexistent and make-believe.

It was as if he had not been there to witness the tragic event that seemingly had him frozen there in time, wondering what he could have done differently to bring his loved ones home. 

---

All he had wanted to know was answers. All he had wanted to do was to understand why his father never came home. 

Why did Fyodor have to reappear when his father was doing just fine, away from the life of piracy to start anew? Why did the rat have to remove someone who meant so much to him, stepping all over the bond they’d come to build, know, and grow? 

Fyodor never even liked Oda to begin with. He always suspected that Fyodor disliked Oda for walking away from his crew - the mark of the Decay of Angels blemished on his arm, a grim reminder of the gruesome things he participated in. 

Dazai gritted his teeth with every sight of it because that was not the Oda that raised him. There was no piracy to him, only a man in love with the sea, freedom, and exploration. Oda had tried to move away from the decay that wanted to mold him, and in the end, his love for the sea always called him back, like a siren tempting her sailor to come forth and pull him under. They lured him, never to come back this time. 

“Where is he?” Dazai pressed him, holding a knife to the captain’s neck. 

“Have you tried looking at the bottom of the Yokohama port, Dazai-kun?" the captain returned his question with a cackle that turned Dazai’s boiling blood glacier-cold. He shivered, breathing rapidly through the gut-wrenching feeling coiling in his stomach. 

“I’m not playing.”

"If you really want to know, Dazai dear, he never left the port. He tried to run, but unfortunately, Nikolai was much faster than he thought,” Fyodor said with a widening smirk. “He got him right here," he continued his tale, the back of his hand knocking against Dazai's chest, “two shots is all it took for him to tumble off the boat. So very sad, Dazai-kun. I’m so very sorry for your loss." 

A ringing in his ear. A shaky breath. Dizzy, tunneling vision. He had hoped it was a lie, but what did Fyodor have to gain from it? Nothing at all. Nothing was ever enough for a cold, blooded monster like him. No amount of plundering and violence was ever enough. He had told the truth and there was nothing more to it. 

Fyodor took hold of his devastation to make his escape. He shoved Dazai away, swiftly kicking open a barrel of oil and throwing a nearby lamp to the ground before dashing away. 

Fyodor ignited his ship with his followers, plans, and treasure still on it. Their convenience didn’t matter - they were only pawns ready to sink with their captain and ship. 

Dazai managed to escape the stores and jumped out of the burning ship into a safety raft. He cut the rope, ready to return to his boat, when a streak of a reddened bioluminescent tail swam past him beneath the bow of the blazing ship. 

“Chuu…ya?” His heart quickened, and he gulped down a knot forming in his throat in worry. The sound of screaming pirates roaring to extinguish fires blared in his ears, the crackling of compromised wood searing the sky. 

Dazai kept his sights on the water, waiting for any sign of Chuuya to return, but that’s when he heard a creaking, the sound of wood snapping out of place. Dazai gasped, smoky fires penetrating his lungs as his eyes stung from falling ash and soaking sea salt. He knew then Chuuya's plan to stop Fyodor. He couldn't do anything. He felt useless. 

Whatever Chuuya had attempted must not have been enough, the ship continued rocking, and Dazai could feel adrenaline as he waited for Chuuya to return to the surface. But he did not. 

Instead, the sea began to bubble and sway viciously, waves growing and pushing Dazai’s safety raft away from the blazing ship. He had to hold on to the side of his raft to keep his balance; otherwise, he risked tipping into the water. He placed a hand over his mouth and nose to slow the inhale of smog and water from entering his system, and when he was pushed a fair distance away, his eyes were wide as he watched the mighty ship struggle against the sudden force pulsing from below the boat. 

The once abysmal ocean thundered brightly as if a light switch had been flicked on, like an active volcano ready to burst. The sea turned a spilled bloody wine surrounding the vessel before a red and black beam broke through the mainmast. The boat started crumpling like a tin can before the ship splintered down its middle and split into two. 

“CHUUYA!” he had cried, heart drumming so quickly it trembled his body. 

Screaming bodies landed in the ocean, crying for help. The few rafts left on the ship had caught fire, unusable. Dazai searched the chaos for any sign of Chuuya but instead found Fyodor, who tossed aside a crewmate floating on a piece of wreckage for himself. 

The crewmate attempted to scale on again but was kicked away by the captain’s boot, which used him as leverage to float the makeshift raft away. The crewmate submerged underwater, nowhere to be seen. Then he sat leisurely, with a knee raised, surveying his surroundings while removing his wet dressings with a smirk. It made Dazai's blood boil, but it didn't last long. 

The same glowing light that brought down the boat sped towards the wreckage Fyodor sat upon at top speed and pulsed water like a geyser to flip it over, tossing the captain into the ocean’s depths once more. Dazai knew it was Chuuya, and he could not look away, slightly relieved that the merman was still out there. 

Fyodor’s head appeared above water briefly before Chuuya sprung from behind, clinging to a bewildered Fyodor with an arm hooked around their neck and hissing at his prey. He bit into the crook of the rat’s neck, his catch thrashing about and screaming in pain, shouting curses that fell on deaf ears as his surviving crewmates watched in terror, holding tightly to their wreckage and removing themselves from the water as quickly as possible. All the fighting did nothing to Chuuya except clench his teeth tighter. 

Dazai could feel Chuuya's gaze on him; pitch-black irises and red swirling symbols slithered all over his body, making him almost unrecognizable. The hand that held Fyodor became a claw resembling molten magma covered in inky veins, and blood seemed to leak from his orifices, staining his chest, shoulders, and face. He didn’t appear all that responsive, working on autopilot and consciousness.

“So this is… Chuuya’s true from…” is all Dazai could mumble, awe in his shaky breath. He wanted nothing more than for Chuuya to come back to him so he could wrap his arms around him and whisper to him that everything was okay now. He doesn't have to do more. Dazai beckoned for the merman to come close. 

The redhead detached his jaw from the rat’s nape, features twitching as if wincing now and again. He was in a primal state, and his instincts to attack were rampant, but beneath that, there were flickers of exhaustion, and Dazai could see the merman panting as if at his limit.

The merman's claw dug into the side of Fyodor’s throat and slashed it open. Blood rushed, screaming subsiding into gurgles, choking on salted water and iron. The captain's crewmates could only watch in horror as their leader pawed at his neck, trying to remove Chuuya’s hold on him. In the end, it was futile.

Drifting a little away from the wreckage had been Sigma and Nikolai, panting and soaking wet inside of a burnt boat, having seemingly gotten away just in time before the ship fractured. They could hear their captain screaming into the night sky, and all Sigma could do was turn his back to the scene and cover his ears. Nikolai, on the other hand, watched on with a balled fist and furrowed brows, turmoil flickering between Sigma and his captain. Ultimately, he chose to stay seated, watching his captain be mauled with a conflicted gaze. It's every man for themselves in open waters - any fight and loyalty they might have had in them sunk with their ship. 

Fyodor continued thrashing wildly until Chuuya couldn't handle his fuss anymore. The fins that shaped the redhead’s ears fanned back, and before Dazai could call to him, Chuuya dove below the surface with his prey in hand, their tail fanning swiftly to gain as much distance between himself and the surface before the flicker of his tail died out, losing sight of him. Dazai’s stomach drops, eyes round, hands gripping wood tightly as he leans against the bow of his raft for any sight of the merman, but he never resurfaces. 

He doesn't know how long he stood on that life raft out at sea waiting for Chuuya, hoping they would return. There was no sight of his bioluminescence. Dazai didn't know if Chuuya was alive or dead. 

Nothing could have prepared him to grieve as deeply as he did when he stepped back into his ship, rescued by his friends, who placed a blanket over him and directed him to his quarters. 

A piece of his heart sunk to the bottom of the ocean that night, an endless stream of tears over the reality of Oda's death and Chuuya's disappearance washing over him all at once. Everything around him moved in slow motion, rocking with his ship, paused forever in this moment, trapped in a loop that didn't want to let him go and hadn't let him go. 

How does anyone learn to move forward after the death of their loved ones? It is said that time heals all wounds, but what if some wounds don’t close? That has been a question that has plagued his mind since that night. Dazai never honestly thought about it, always having thought that his life should have ended at thirteen when he initially tried to drown himself. Yet, Oda and Chuuya became his saving grace when he thought he would never have anyone on his side, and now he was left to live without them. 

---

The walk back to the lighthouse this evening is a little chillier. Winter starts are always like that, much more polar next to the sea, but Dazai wouldn’t change it. He keeps his gaze lowered, mindful enough not to walk into others, hands in his tan coat pockets, breathing into the bundled navy scarf around his neck. The clicks of his shoes are the only evidence that he is moving forward and not floating to his destination. 

Crisp sea salt permeated his senses, hair fluffed and ruffled by the breeze. He walks the crisscrossing piers, the crescent shape of the harbor leading to a rocky shoreline, where a path veers off at its end, steps leading up to his lighthouse. This is where it all started. It’s only right that this is where he should end—the beginning of them and the entanglement of their Fates after the catalyst of his drowning. 

He had thought that maybe Oda would have loved Dazai buying the lighthouse - a home they could share instead of the shanty shack they used to live in because Oda was humble like that. The lighthouse kept them close to the coast, nights full of lulling tides and wondrous expanses of diamonds in the sky; perhaps it would have saved Oda from his end to have what he loved the most so close to him. Dazai wanted to give him that. 

He also thought Chuuya would have visited him more often. He thought they could meet again at the rocky ledges and dive together to explore the world below, fingers entwined and bodies close. He once joked to Chuuya that in another life, they would be fated sea horses drifting with the rolling tide in a swirling dance. The memory alone makes him smile, remembering the bright red hues that made the merman’s cheeks flush and splash water at him. 

Dazai bundles the scarf around his neck more tightly, the snugness comforting him as he ascends the steps. There is always tomorrow, he supposes as if that’s not what he’s been telling himself for months. There is always a tomorrow. 

As he reaches the door of his home, he unlocks it and enters, ready to close the door. A sound of quick steps enters his ears, and a hand holds his door open before he can fully close it shut. 

“Wait!” the person pants. They continue inhaling and exhaling as if they had been running for miles, finally trying to catch their breath.  

Dazai blinks, instinctively opening his door with a, “Yes? What can I do for you?” 

It wasn't often that he had visitors storming at his door. The last person to visit him had been Atsushi to check on his well-being. However, the sight he came upon made him speechless. 

“You walk…so fast…those lanky legs of yours… goddamn it… How am I supposed to keep up? Wait, I need a minute…” 

Before him was the soul of the ocean incarnate—flaming locks dry, curled, and swept to the side, trying to catch their breath. The stunning blue of his eyes glared at him playfully, a smirk plastered on his lips as his breathing regulated. He wore modern clothing and was rather handsome: a black leather jacket, onyx gloves, and a plain black T-shirt. At his neck rested a choker that replaced the seashell garland he used to wear. But even more surprising was the lack of a fishtail, replaced by legs hidden beneath navy jeans. 

“Chuuya?” Dazai croaked through the lump in his throat. All that time, waiting for time to shift along again. 

The redhead stands tall, a hand on his hip as he beams, asking, “Did you miss me?”

Dazai leaps forward, embracing Chuuya in his arms tightly, body trembling as if scared that the body he held was a figment of the imagination. He feels Chuuya chuckle into his chest, snaking his arms around his waist before whispering a small, “I’m home.” 

Dazai’s grip tightens for a minute before letting the redhead go, pulling back to look at Chuuya again, who gazes at him sheepishly, pink shading across his face. 

His eyes sting, caressing the softness of Chuuya’s cheek tenderly, still processing that Chuuya was standing before him. His hands continued to travel down to his neck, where he could feel their quickened blood flowing, and finally down to his chest, where a thumping heart beats. 

He looks in awe as Chuuya smirks up at him again. A smile surfaces, bubbling happiness overwhelming him as he leans in to capture his lover's lips in a kiss, tears finally falling free. Chuuya came back. 

Chuuya smiles, standing on his tiptoes, wrapping his arm around Dazai’s neck to keep them close. Dazai pulls away enough for their lips to brush together, a gentle “Welcome home” spilling from his lips, as Chuuya thumbs away the droplets from his eyes. 

The redhead grins, raking his hands through the brunette's knotting locks, speaking softly, “Sorry I kept you waiting so long.” 

Dazai hums with a smile and a nod, fondly gazing at his lover before kissing their forehead and taking hold of their hand. 

“You do have some explaining to do,” Dazai says with a small laugh. 

Chuuya laughs along, holding their hands up to place a kiss on Dazai’s wrist as an apology—one of Dazai’s favorite things that Chuuya did. Intimate and gentle. 

“Yeah, I know,” is all the redhead says calmly. 

Dazai nods, stepping away, leading Chuuya by their clasped hands into their home. Finally, time could move forward for him again - no longer stuck with ‘what ifs’  and wondering what he could have done differently for another outcome. No longer would Dazai be in his loneliness, gazing out at the ocean from his lighthouse or at the piers, waiting for a sign of life. Finally, he could live the rest of his days happily with his lover in his arms by the sea. 

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Elias Walker II

Full Name: Elias Henry Walker II

Date of Birth: May 5th, 2028, Dover Air Force Base, Delaware

Nationality: American

Age: Newborn (2028), 2 years old (2030)

Family / Relatives:

David "Hesh" Walker (Father, Alive)

Elizabeth "Beth" Ashford (Mother, Alive)

Helena Walker (Younger sister, Alive)

Logan Walker (Paternal uncle, Alive)

Evangeline "Eva" Ashford (Maternal aunt, Alive)

Henry Ashford (Maternal grandfather, Alive)

Helena Rorke (Maternal grandmother, Deceased)

Elias "Scarecrow" Walker (Paternal grandfather, Deceased)

Katherine Walsh (Paternal grandmother, Deceased)

Gabriel Rorke (Maternal grand uncle, Alive)

Arabella Walker (Paternal 1st cousin once removed, Alive)

Thomas Merrick (Godfather, Alive)

Appearance:

*Hair color: Sandy blonde

*Eye color: Green

*Height: N/A

*Scars/Beauty marks/Blemishes: N/A

Basic information:

Elias was born on May 4th, 2028 in the remains of the Dover Air Base, to David Walker and Elizabeth Ashford; both members of the United States Army and the elite squadron Task Force STALKER, colloquially known as the Ghosts. He was named after both of his grandfathers, Elias T. Walker and Henry Ashford, the latter of whom is the current acting commander of the Ghosts after Elias Sr.'s death.

At the time of his birth, the United States was still at war with the Federation. Due to this and the disappearance and hunt for his uncle Logan, both of his parents could not spend as much time with him due to their duties, so he was often left in the care of his grandfather and aunt, although both Hesh and Beth spent as much time with their young son as they could. Despite this, the day of his birth was somewhat troubling for his mother, as it had been on the 17th anniversary of her own mother's death. However, this fact alone caused Beth to cling even tighter to her little son.

Elias is a quiet, yet curious little boy; always wanting to explore the world around him, although he can be quite rambunctious and mischievous as well. At a young age, he has no concept of death or the conflict his family and their friends are embroiled in, but all he is ever told is "Mommy and Daddy go out and fight the bad guys to keep you safe, but we love you more than anything". This allowed the boy to grow attached to his parents' hip, and he would always wait for them to come back in their absence.

[elsaspants]

my Wonder Whims set arrived safely on Wednesday! Seashell and their pet, Angelfish, have been well-cleaned and they smell great.

I used a magic eraser to remove some minuscule black blemishes from their faces, and I restored some chipping on their lips with acrylic paint.

@dollsonmain thank you for your feedback on my last post! I can always do more with their faux fur, but they’ve aged so much that the texture doesn’t bother me too much.

bonus: widdle feesh ears!

if anyone wants more pictures or info, feel free to ask!

[acurlygirlamy1]

"Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves.

Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.

Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.

Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.

Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.

Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.

Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.

Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.

Just “be a lady” they said."

Author- Camille Rainville who has a blog called Writings of a Furious Woman. ❤

https://writingsofafuriouswoman.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/be-a-lady-they-said/

[sleepxng-prince]

"as the sun and moon rise";

wanderer, nilou/gender-unspecified reader

as the sun peeks above the sea, and as the moon rises when the sun falls, you awaken from and return to slumber in the presence of your lover.

warnings/notes: wanderer is referred to as kuni, reader struggling with depression alluded to in nilou's part, fluff & slight angst

wanderer • kuni

☼

he's a doll - a toy, a puppet. he's everything but a human, yet...

he couldn't help how truly real he felt as he opened his eyes. kuni hadn't even realized he fell asleep, nor did he think he could so casually - he's not human. this doesn't come naturally, nor can he force it.

but there he lies - his body covered by a blanket, his head comfortably placed against a pillow, and most important of all; your arms wrapped around him, as his wrapped around you.

he felt your breath against his face, the warmth coming from your skin, and the rays of light that bled through the windows hitting both of your faces. you were glowing, and kuni was amazed.

and so he stared. he stared at every blemish, every mark, every small detail upon your face. your features were burnt into his brain, so even as you began to stir - your arms removing themselves from around him in order to turn onto your other side - he could still see your face as he closed his eyes once more.

he curled around you, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, and his head pressed into your back. you made him feel human, and so he was going to embrace this.

you gave the marionette reign of his own strings, and forever will he love you so with this freedom.

☾

the wanderer prefers the night when it comes to his traveling. less people to run into, less interactions in general - the world falls asleep so he can be at peace.

but when the world falls asleep, that means you are too. he may comment on how annoying your consistent talking is, but it's what comforts him in the dead of night. he ridicules you for stumbling off without him, saying that you'd be dead if he weren't by your side - but in reality, it's the other way around.

he doesn't know what he'd do without you. you're his reason, his world, and his heart all in one.

"i love you. stay safe out there, okay?" you settle down on the forest floor of sumeru, a tent already pitched near a fireplace and a sleeping bag unrolled for you to cocoon yourself into.

kuni kneels down in front of you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek as you lean towards him in return, pressing both of your warm lips together in a quick kiss.

"i'll be fine. keep your weapon close by, i don't want to have to come back to save you from some annoying pests." he replies, his face twisting slightly with worry despite his cold words.

you roll your eyes and lean into him again, this time planting a kiss on his cheek that leaves his face flushed pink, "i promise i can protect myself, don't worry too much."

kuni tucks you in and stands up straight, his hand adjusting his hat as he rises. your eyes follow his retreating figure for a moment before you wiggle around in the sleeping bag and turn onto your side, entirely unaware of the fact that the wanderer had stopped right outside of your mini camp.

he watches as you get comfortable, a stump in his throat making it impossible for him to leave as if he had forgotten something.

then, seconds later, it clicks - "i love you, too," he calls out to you before the stump leaves his throat and his feet carry him onwards.

nilou

☼

nilou is water. from the way she flows as she dances like gentle waves out at sea, to the way she speaks so comfortingly like the sound of a rushing river. from the way her eyes reflect the sun and glow, to the way her cold hands touch your skin and make you shiver.

she rises with the sun, a bright future being what pushes her to get out of bed every morning. unlike you, who truly had nothing to look forward to everyday other than her, herself.

and, like the water, she adapts. she adapts to you, your surroundings, and your feelings. she understands and respects you.

she knows that helpless feeling all too well, and so she does her best. right as the tip of the sun reaches the horizon, she's on her feet. getting dressed, brushing her hair and teeth, stretching for the day, and -

when the time comes for you to arise from your sleep, a plate of breakfast is already awaiting you on your beside table.

a flower and a note lie beside it - a flower to remind you of her, and a note containing all the words in the world that spell out how much she loves you.

perhaps you also have a bright future ahead of you - and perhaps that bright future is nilou.

☾

nilou respects and understands you, and you do the same in return. it's the bare minimum, sure, but to both of you, that support goes a long way.

when the sun returns to the horizon, nilou returns home. and the moment she enters the door, there's already a warm meal on the table for her - something she's come to get used to as the norm within your relationship.

she makes breakfast, you make dinner. since both of you have different duties during the day, lunch is spent separately, but nilou wouldn't have it any other way. the feeling of coming home to the person you love most and a meal already laid out for you is something nilou couldn't dream of giving up.

and after dinner, when the sky is bleeding orange and pink, and when the lights in the house are dimmed low, is when nilou feels the most satisfied.

your fingers comb through her hair, the brush you previously used discarded to the side - nilou had propped herself up against your body, but not long after she found herself resting her head in your lap.

this was routine - you'd brush her hair before bed every chance you could get, but tonight was slightly different.

tonight was filled with the urge to hold each other close, to relish in the love you share.

nilou's eyes fluttered open to meet yours, a sleepy but entirely lovesick smile stretching across her face.

you return it with your own smile, moving your hand from her scalp to poke her nose gently. a giggle bounces off her grinning lips before a sigh chased after it;

"thank you," she whispered. you hummed in response, a tune that questioned why she was suddenly thanking you.

"for... loving me. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for loving me the way you do." she finishes, her eyes dropping shut once more.

you rest your palm against her cheek, feeling her lean into your touch as you reply, "nilou, thank you."

one eye opens, a wordless inquiry from her that you pick up on, "thank you for being the reason why i can love the way i do. thank you for being the sun to my moon."

[lalulutres]

"Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves.

Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.

Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.

Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.

Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.

Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.

Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.

Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.

Just “be a lady” they said."

Author- Camille Rainville who has a blog called Writings of a Furious Woman. ❤

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[pearlhoardingdragon]

I wanna make a book recommendation to Steven Universe fans, and more specifically, fans of Pearl.

Pearls: A Natural History

By Neil H. Landman, Paula M. Mikkelsen, Rudiger Bieler, and Bennet Bronson.

ISBN 0810944952

There's a ton of interesting info about how pearls are formed, how they're gathered, and their impact on human history and culture.

But of special interest is this section, which a headcannon gold mine:

In case you can't read it, it says:

Caring for Pearls

Historic pearls, such as La Peregrina, are known to be several hundred years old. There are fossil pearls, some dating from 60-70 million years ago, which still retain their luster. Clearly, under the right conditions pearls can last for millennia. However, it is important to recognize the basic principles about their care.

Pearls are much softer than hard gemstones and can be easily scratched. Because they contain organic material and water, pearls can also crack if exposed to excessive dryness. In addition, acids and other chemicals can easily damage pearls

To protect pearls:

Store pearls in a soft cloth sack, separate from metallic necklaces.

Never clean pearls in an ultrasonic cleaner. Vibrations can shatter pearls, especially if the nacre is thin or cracked.

Do not use chemical cleaners, especially those containing ammonia and bleach.

Remove pearls before washing dishes, doing housework, or applying perfume or hair spray.

Do not wear pearls in swimming pools with chlorinated water.

Avoid contact with foods containing acids, e.g., fruit juices and salad dressings.

Expose pearls regularly to humid conditions. If stored in a safe, place a glass of water in the compartment with them.

To keep pearls looking beautiful:

Wipe with a soft cloth after wearing.

Wash occasionally in mild soapy water; contrary to popular belief, the acidic oils and perspiration from human skin can damage the surface of a pearl.

Have pearls restrung periodically (once every two years), especially if worn frequently. Most jewelers use silk thread with knots tied between the pearls to prevent abrasion and ensure that all are not lost if the string is broken.

Pearls that have become damaged or stained can sometimes be restored to their former beauty. Pearl peeling, also known as skinning, consists of removing the outer layers of a pearl to expose fresh unblemished layers. This is very risky because it does not always remove the blemish. However, the chance remains of transforming a damaged pearl into a priceless gem.

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Got a reply from @rachimiya on my "probably not Super Mutants" post, with a couple of points they wanted to discuss. The reply got deleted due to a misunderstanding, but after talking with them I decided to go ahead and address the main things I remember.

Before I begin, a quick preface: I doubt any of my followers are the kind of dickhead to harass someone over minor differences of opinion, but just to be safe I want to emphasize that this is a friendly disagreement. We all love Thaddeus here, and I'm sure we all agree that however his story continues in season 2, it's going to make good sense and be fun to watch.

So, the first thing I wanted to bring up (and I'm sorry if I'm misremembering what you said here, it's been a while and I have brainfog) is that the blemishing on Thaddeus's neck isn't necessarily indicative of him being a ghoul, since it was basically just the injury scarring over.

This is an understandable way to read the scene, especially if it's been a while since you last saw the actual footage. However, when I recently re-watched the series (funny enough, looking for Super Mutant Thaddeus clues) I realized something peculiar about the shot where his neck is healing. So I got screenshots. >:3

So, this is Thaddeus's neck with the bolt still lodged in it. As we can see, the skin is basically pristine outside of the entry wound. Once Thaddeus removes the bolt, the site starts to heal, and...

I don't have footage of the actual healing scene, but here's a shot of the aftermath. There does look to be a significant scar at the point where the bolt entered, but more bizarrel, there is also a large patch of mottled, uneven skin surrounding that spot. We can see it develop during the part where he heals, with discoloration appearing over what was previously healthy skin.

Now, one of the pieces of Fallout lore that can be difficult to get your hands on is the early signs of ghoulification. Most of the stuff I've seen has just been passed through the fandom by word-of-mouth, and its canonicity is questionable, due to parts of the lore being established before Bethesda purchased the franchise. But I'm nothing if not a nosy bastard, and was able to find this quote on the Fallout wiki, from Fallout 3:

All I know is that people kept showing up here in the museum... ...After a while, things got strange. My skin started to get dry and flake off. Everyone's did. It took a while, months, maybe a year. But sooner or later, everyone ended up like this.

This is just scratching the surface of Ghoul lore, but the main point is that dry and blemished skin is one of the earliest signs to look out for, and that's exactly what this looks like to me.

As for the second thing I remember, they stated that (in their opinion, of course), from a thematic perspective, it wouldn't matter if Thaddeus became a ghoul or a super mutant - either way, he'd be an abomination in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

This is a reasonable thing to conclude if you don't know much about the lore and history of Super Mutants, as rachimiya has indicated they do not. So to explain why I disagree with this assessment, here's a fuller explanation:

In my post, I explained how the Brotherhood of the TV series exemplifies the destructive nature of excessive aggression and machismo, and how Thaddeus's arc looks to be taking him away from that environment. What I didn't mention is that, from the very beginning of Fallout, Super Mutants represent those same exact things. They were originally created by a genocidal overmind called the Master, who forcibly exposed people to a mutagenic virus that turned them into enormous, incredibly powerful warriors, at the cost of dramatically reduced lifespans and infertility, and then mind controlled them into acting out his ambitions.

This is once again just scratching the surface of the lore, but for the sake of brevity, the main relevant point is that when Bethesda took over the series, they leaned into this stuff hard. The overwhelming majority of their Super Mutants are hyperaggressive buffoons, bent on assimilating or destroying everyone other than themselves, but held back from success by their overinflated estimations of their own power and importance.

Or, to put it in short: they represent very nearly the same values as the Brotherhood does in the show.

This contrasts with the Ghouls, who, in both the show and Bethesda's games, are painted as much more sympathetic. They're often treated as second-class citizens, if not entirely subhuman. Similarly to Super Mutants, they tend to keep to themselves, but in this case it's not because they see themselves as better - it's because smoothskins (non-ghouls) are just usually not kind to them. There are certainly exceptions in both directions - some truly despicable characters and even significant villains have been ghouls, and there are plenty who have found humans to coexist with - but it's still an important facet of their lore as a group.

Now, I won't say that you couldn't pull off Super Mutant Thaddeus. There have certainly been Super Mutants in the games who were kind, rational, and generally broke the mold. But I think that being a ghoul suits him much better, because one of the big things we established in season 1 is that he isn't really Brotherhood material. He's compassionate, determined, eager to please, and comically accident-prone - the kind of person who would have died within hours serving a real knight. Now you could milk that contrast for comedy, certainly, but I see it causing a couple of big problems:

First, it would limit Thaddeus's ability to really come into his own on his own terms. Even a kind, reasonable Super Mutant has to be physically coordinated and somewhat aggressive, just to use their own body effectively. This would better suit a character with a skillset like Maximus's - one who is very capable of exerting physical force - or would benefit as a character from developing those skills.

Second, it wouldn't be a good first look at Super Mutants as a whole. The show is generally pretty good at introducing new fans to the lore, and a key component of that is showing the baseline before you subvert it. We can see this with Lucy and her vault, who are presented as what they're "supposed" to be before we learn the truth, and with the Brotherhood, who are very much written to communicate the faults of the organization as clearly as possible.

This isn't to say that there aren't exceptions, but that in itself is relevant. Because our first look at ghouls in the series only covers one facet of the lore. Cooper is a classic ghoul villain - he's cruel, he's callous, and he doesn't appear to have any friends, ghoul or otherwise. It's a great choice for his character, and the gradual reveal of the more unfortunate aspects of ghoulhood is an important part of his arc, helping us grow more sympathetic to him as we gain more knowledge of what he's dealing with.

But it still leaves us with a void in the lore, because we're still mostly seeing how he lives as An Utter Bastard. And this is a void that, IMO, Thaddeus is perfectly poised to fill - because, for all his attempts to do exactly that, he literally couldn't be a callous bastard if his life depended on it. Instead, he's hapless, goofy, and just a regular amount of dickish - prime Regular Ghoul material.

So, that's my thoughts on these particular statements. There is a lot more that I could say about why I've reached some of my conclusions, and if anyone is interested I might go ahead and do that, but for now I'm going to end it here.