#YOU CANT STOP ME FROM CREATING MAGIC

[icebrooding]

You know what? Cerus in a maid outfit. And Escalous approves!

[salemlunaa]

✎ STOP CALLING IT YOUR DREAM REALITY

why is it desired when it has already happened?

You need to realise that you are already in the reality you have chosen, you are in the reality that is desired. Stop viewing your new life as far-fetched and magical. Some of you think that with the crazy things in your script, it makes it harder to shift, than it would be to manifest something “small”. But let me tell you, you’re already there.

stop envying that girl’s body, you already have it, if not better

stop envying all the rich people’s vacations and hauls you see on socials, you live that life

stop envying the person with the pretty face, you have one too

stop getting jealous of a certain pop group, tv show cast or celebrity for getting to do the things that you want to do, you ARE doing all that you have ever wanted

stop envying the person your s/o has dating rumours with, they’re yours and always have been

because you’re a god.

stop getting jealous of the person with the perfect parents and rich family, your family was real the second you scripted them, you see them every day, no big deal

don’t you get it? the 3d isn’t real, what you’re seeing isn’t real if you don’t want it to be.

it’s not your dream reality, it’s your current reality, get comfortable and casual about it, it’s your everyday life, nothing special to you. stop scrambling for methods as if you aren’t in your reality already. stop treating your new life as a prize, it’s nothing special because you had it the second you thought about it. stop viewing your new life as some accomplishment to strive for, it’s your everyday experience, again nothing special.

as a god, every reality is your creation, why are you looking at your creations as the prize when the prize is you? why are you looking at your new life as something to work hard for, something to put effort in to have? why, why, why when it’s already yours?

you cant leave if you don’t acknowledge that this new life is already yours. You’ll always be in the state of desiring and never in the state of having if you don’t fix this mindset. It also puts more pressure on you when attempting to induce pure consciousness, you think everything is riding on inducing pure consciousness, you think your dream wont happen if you don’t do it. why do you think the weight of your new life relies on whether you’re able to induce pure conscious or whether you’re able to shift, when it’s already yours and you already live that life?

i’ll tell you why you think this way: it’s because you don’t see it as yours yet, you think it will only become yours when you have done all these things.

what you see: script + void/“I AM” state ➯ my dream life is finally mine

you see it as a process when it isn’t one, there is no process

what actually happens: i’ve created my dream life in my head ➯ i have it now, it’s not a dream anymore

it’s an immediate chain of events, not a process. so stop with the jealousy, being miserable and asking the same questions, it’s BEEN yours

as soon as you take that pressure away from the act of shifting, because you KNOW your new life belongs to you no matter what, it puts less stress on you, making inducing pure consciousness easier

that’s it that’s all, ITS ALREADY YOURS DONT SEE IT AS A PROCESS 🌌💋

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #39

Timeline, which timeline?

Imagine dis…

It is always with the future going to the past, even with the limited time travel fics I see in the DC x DP tags it is always the future going back to the past to prevent something whether it is the end of the timeline or it is when Dan went back in time to ensure his younger self does the same thing to create him.

Flash family members going back in time to prevent another apocalypse, but let me offer you another idea here that involves my favorite tags.

….

Danny finds himself on another time-related mission in courtesy to Clockwork also known lovingly by the gremlin child as CW. At this point, Danny was no longer a stranger to the impromptu missions and errands by CW to fix timelines or to ensure a certain event happens. It happens too frequently to the point it turns Danny into an expert in exploring the past without creating a stray butterfly effect. As he got older, though 16 years old is still not adult whether you came from a related mission Danny.

Danny knows the importance of blending in choosing, rather than stealing, clothes that are time and period-accurate/authentic both in and out of the appearance of the clothing despite irritating his skin. Rather than buying clothes from the modern era aka his timeline he quickly saw how vastly different clothes feel and were created during such time. Danny even took the time by using CW’s medallion to stop time briefly to learn period-specific slang and mannerisms that made him look like he was part of their time.

Danny learning? Something that isn't about space, what’s more, it is about history?

Let’s just say, it was after a particularly embarrassing slip-up during his mission in a Victorian timeline.

As Danny went to more missions he began to understand how delicate time is, how Clockwork gambled with Fate in terms of him despite it was even before he had CW’s time medallion.

…

It was the early 1600s, and it was another time mission by CW to accompany some guy named Samuel Wayne and his wife toward an unnamed part of the US. Sorta became their guide and defacto bodyguard to the couple as CW gave him a brief explanation of how the couple is important in modern times.

As he waved goodbye to the couple that had just settled down to their newly built mansion, just as he was to open a portal home the ground below him began to open like some sort of portal. It wasn’t any portal the Ghost Zone could naturally form. As he fell through the mysterious portal he cant help but sigh a relief as the portal opened below him without any people to witness this.

…

It sent him tumbling across time, as moments later he landed hard on the concrete which after taking a quick feel and looking around the place he concluded to be in his time. It was a fight, between the JL heroes and some guys dressed in white. Not the GIW but scientists if he sees those formulas correctly.  

Before he could even think of going ghost or even turning invisible he was scooped up by a hero that he didn’t much recognize and fled from the fight with him in tow.

Even after the battle he tries to sneak out but for some reason, the entire JL is looking at him, especially Batman.

…

 To understand what on earth Is the JL doing, let’s go back a week prior.

The JL faced multiple threats from both in and out of their home planet so believe me when I say they have seen it all. This time, it is unique, they had heard in the form of vague rumors. Some scientists preach about their knowledge in creating a working time machine without any alien tech or magic to help it power it o, they only needed a sponsor to do it. Of course, all brush them off, after all, all bright minds are either already required by the heroes or by the villains themselves. When they hadn't heard from those wacko's for a while they just thought that those quacks stopped when they noticed nobody was going to take them seriously.

The heroes thought wrong, someone gave those scientists the funding they needed and was able to create a time machine fueled by one of Earth’s most toxic naturally occurring substances known by mankind.

Though the benefactor of the said scientists mysteriously vanished, the scientists on the other hand hired goons to be their bodyguards from anyone who dared to try to steal their work, as goons also cost less than hiring an actual bodyguard. The heroes were only summoned as the substance that was used not only did they have no proper certification but also they were following another lead thus leading some of the JL heroes who are in charge of the case towards the said scientist's headquarters.

They had just pulled the lever to test their machine, fearing for the worst and the thought of a rather large explosion due to the hazard around them started an immediate and forced evacuation as some of the scientists lifted a chair to defend their work, when it suddenly spat out something.

A young man dressed in what looked like a 1600s era of fashion, black hair and blue eyes. Looking bewildered at the sight around him, before anyone could even stop and think at what had just happened they immediately scooped out everyone outside just in time for an explosion to occur.

Of course, the scientists who were rescued are crying at their life’s work being blown up to nothing but ashes.

The rest of the heroes on the other hand are panicking, not only do their machinery work but they manage to pull someone from the past.

At first, they thought that he was just a civilian but when he uttered his name all eyes turned to Batman for help.

…

Danny didn’t like being interrogated while also maintaining his 1600 persona, as much as he would like to geek out to the heroes he still needed to maintain his mask. He didn’t come out to a portal that was made by CW add the fact that the majority of said heroes also saw him come out of that weird portal, so when they asked him for his name he gave them Samuel’s name to throw off them.

Still maintaining his persona, now adding Samuel’s lore to his acting, asked who are they and that he needed to get back his carriage to his now wife to find themselves a home.

Now he is surrounded by the vigilantes mainly from Gotham, with each of them being his bodyguard and his babysitter as Danny tries to exaggerate and be surprised and in awe of practically everything, from the floor to the glass to the food he ate.

As much as he would like to just swallow up the greasy cheeseburger he was given, he needed to gag and be horrified as he remembered the actual food he tasted during the times Samuel and his wife shared their food with him.

He just hopes the Robin with the sword would stop at subtly tell him about how great his linage would be, he barely has time for both the time missions that CW sends him and also his school work he does not want this about his love life in front of a kid.

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[ganondoodle]

(OC Lore and design time!)

(it got longer again ... sorry ... idk how to make things short, i just need to talk, but i guess if you can read the written stuff in the pic thats the barest bare bones of what i wrote here)

i was asked what new lore story stuff i had thought about that made me sad which i mentioned a bit ago, and while that is too hard to explain given all the missing context i thought i could at least talk about lore having to do with it :D

so, (Lord) Eadrya is one of my fav OCs (big blue lad, here a rough sketch in humanoid form) they are both one of if not THE most powerful demon alive and the most battle trained;

at the mid point of the story the demon world gets invaded by the celestials (the angel inspired things i talked about in the previous lore post with Xaror) and Shargon, as the king, should be their first and only frontline, but at this point his life is only being sustained by maschinery after being mortally wounded, he cannot fight (he realizes what is going on, rips himself off the maschinery to get at least his youngest child to safety, barely managing it before dying- the guardian, the demons god, takes over his body to attempt to fight against the celestials but cant keep itself alive long enough since its host is already dead) Eadrya takes the role of the frontline fighter (despite being very full of themselves and aggressive they care about their 'job' of protecting their own, also giving them the chance to show off just how strong they are); the fight was going well for them all things considered, but when the guardian activates it drains the power of all elemental lords (which Eadrya is one of, and since they have the most strength it also takes the most from them), so much so that they lose the fight and suffer deadly wounds (the worst being a spear through the chest made of a material that grows hard, root-like formations when in contact with demonic blood like a fungus but worse, also stopping any self healing processes) after the guardian falls apart it creates a huge shockwave of energy that stuns every living thing within a certain distance and possibly more-

Eadrya (in true demon form, so like a blue whale in size at least) was likely taken through an active gateway to the human world in a large tidal wave also created by the guardians fall; they wash up in the harbor of a small secluded village, the head of which is 'lady 13'; although never having seen a demon before and everyone being afraid (largely thinking its a strange hurt animal, only she suspected otherwise), they still gather all villagers to pull out the celestial spear, which is diffcult and brutal given that its already taken root, but the village lacked both knowledge and means to help any other way- doing so damaged their heart which is how they were able to collect samples of all three demonic blood types ('normal' -red like humans-, energy -essentially purely magic- and heartblood -highly concentrated energy only found within the heart of a demon and the only one to contain genetic material) (this is the start of Eadryas character arc, having to deal with the fact that their world is likely destroyed, them failing what they didnt think they could fail, having lost a battle so badly (even if not really their fault) for the first time and not knowing if literally anyone else has survived .. also being now stuck in the human world, which they dont like)

Lady 13 (placeholder name? stands for experiment 13) is a human that was tricked by demon hunters to enroll into a series of experiments trying to create hybrids of demons and humans, which they hoped would be powerful and easily controllable tools for their endeavours, though the two are inherently not compatible, they tried grafting body parts of demons on humans to make them compatible- all experiments failed except for her, more or less, though she never got to see the hybrid she carried and was then told it had died too, they threw her out believing she wouldnt survive much longer either and all such experiments were cancelled due to the high cost of human life, research material (demons are still rare) and upkeep with no successful results Lady 13 survived though (perhaps even via the pirates picking her up?) and she ended up living in said small village far away, hiding her half demonic body, though most know there soemthing 'wrong' with her (her being this tall when it doesnt fit the rest for one), only few know the full extent; she enjoys the life she has now, perhaps on the more poor side but safer and more loved than ever before; she largely lead the efforts to try and help Eadrya when they ended up in the harbor, though there wasnt that much anyone could do it was still enough- they leave immediately after waking up, but return after really having nowhere to go and struggling to deal with everything that has happened; over time (probably years) they start to open up towards the people there (though not .. very much) enough to get rather close with Lady 13 too- she actually falls madly in love but after Eadrya (extremely aro/ace) rejects all her attempts quite clearly she respects their boundaries

However, after hearing news of potential demon sightings Eadrya decides to leave in hopes of not being the last demon left after all; Lady 13 then decides to reveal her secret to them (though hearing and seeing what lengths hunters would go to for their experiments makes them absolutely seething with rage- she insists on not being out for revenge) and asks if they would be willing to donate a small amount of heartblood; shes always wanted to be a mother but is now incompatible with humans too- through things she picked up back at the experiments facillity, hers and her doctors research she is sure that is all that is needed, she dares to ask since she does not know when, if ever, she will meet another demon, much less one she could actually trust enough for this though Eadrya hesitates (why would she want to go through the same thing again that didnt work and threatened her life, if it does work, do they want to be involved with any of this? what if hunters find out it worked after all?) but after her ensuring that they would have no part in it other than giving up a little blood and would not be considered a parent in any way, nor made responsible for anything that might happen to her, but considering it all in the end they agree to it

only for her to reveal shes had a small bottle of it already, along with multiple samples of the other types, which she collected when Eadrya was bleeding out into the harbor not knowing if they will survive, though not wanting to make use of it without their consent either way (they are actuallly rather touched by this)

alot later the main group returns here and it turns out to have worked (though she is unable to walk/bedridden for a long while bc it did alot of damage to her body, which can heal since its demons parts, but only really slowly bc she does not have a full functioning system and no demonic blood of her own -she uses the other samples for the healing process-) though its a little awkward to explain, especially considering that 13.1 took alot after Eadrya xD (their theory as to why it worked so "well" that time is that even though the sample was already taken, them giving their consent for it still made it less likely to be rejected; demons dont need partners to have offspring, and all can do it, they just have to decide to- so them agreeing to it, even though its long been outside their body, still had an effect on the blood sample)

[entropicbias]

do you think people need to be at least naturally good at something to ever become great at it or to ever create something of worth. like even if they work hard at it forever they just cant do it

here's some doodles of jade before i answer this question. uh, no. this is a shitty way to think! i mean, sure people can be naturally good at things and it gives you a leg up, but thinking you can't achieve something because you weren't born perfectly good at it is not a good mindset.

i mentioned how i am a practicing cardist, but i have quite small hands. now, if you don't know, that's like a huge genetic disadvantage when it comes to cardistry, cause i have a lot of struggles performing one hand shuffles like the thumb cut or the revolution cut. basic moves that i just struggle so hard to execute. but, and if you're in the cardistry space you'd know that people are very heavy on the fact that you can overcome the issue with practice and determination.

unless you're being judged competitively at magic olympics, cardistry and magic isn't all about how "correct" you execute a trick, it's about the performance! so if you can find workarounds, and there are always gonna be some workarounds, then you can totally shit out a decent trick! magic is a spectacle, the value comes in how you present it, and the attitude you have presenting it. you don't have to be on houdini's level, sometimes just being a shitty ladbible skit is honestly good enough. there's a beauty to being crap at things as much as there is being good at things. or being just decently good. and it's similar to comedy in a way too.

there are so many people in this world that will hate you or love you no matter how good or bad you are at something. as long as you have the can-do attitude, you can do whatever you want. i saw this image earlier about progress, and how progress is different for everybody. you can have slow progress, quick progress, or it can vary from slow to quick. and the rate at which you progress can also be different for everybody or different things you try to learn. but it can never halt completely unless you give up in yourself.

so, don't! when i was growing up, i saw this one video of a girl three years younger than me painting beautiful intricate anatomically correct portraits of jesus from age 3 and i looked at my shitty undertale art and thought "holy shit i'm fucking ass" but did that ever stop me from drawing? no! and honestly, i have not improved much since! but i love to draw, and even though my friends are better and much faster than it than me, i still love to do it!

anyways, thanks for the ask, even if it might be a spam ask cause i've been getting those quite a lot.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— BUTTERFLIES AND HURRICANES

SUMMARY : Colt takes you out for a ride…

PAIRING : colt seavers x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, jokes and fun times, unprotected piv, fingering, handjob, maybe a kissing kink (idk if that's a thing)

WORD COUNT : 6.7k

A/N : title is a muse song. this is part of the @alphabetquest challenge — car sex! (heheh, I have a type) <333 the car has to be a 2022 ford shelby gt500 since it's the first image that popped up when I searched up Mustang in Canva, lmao. ALSO IM NOT DEAD YET AND THIS ISNT DEAN... I WAS SCARED TO WRITE ABOUT A NEW CHARACTER BUT I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT RYAN GOSLING SO IDK WHY THIS IS LONG SORRY xx

All you could think of was Colt Seavers.

You felt embarrassed with the way he occupied your mind, but it was impossible for you not to fall fast and hard for him. He was funny and sweet and romantic and caring and genuine. He made you feel young and careless, but not in a way that would bite you in the ass once you returned to Earth. 

You knew you could dive headfirst into him and his gorgeous blue eyes, and never be afraid that you've wasted your time.

To clear things up, you only felt embarrassed because you needed to get work done. Here you were, staring at the empty script that was waiting to be written, and all you could think of was Colt Seavers. You were embarrassed because, suddenly, all your stories, all your words, and all your characters contained an aspect of him. 

Your relationship with Colt wasn't a secret, but the director was expecting certain specific details and plots from you. And he'd know Colt was the reason for the change in your writing, and everyone would know, and Colt would know. 

And you weren't sure you were ready for that. Even if you were going steady with him, already shared intimate moments, and it was becoming the norm to wake up beside him. Even if he was effortlessly sweet, and perfect for creating a happily-ever-after with.

He was magical. Refreshing. Good. 

He was like a crisp sunshine in the early morning, never scalding, never freezing. Perfect for catching some vitamin… D… No… don't do that, body. 

You reached out for the cup of coffee beside your keyboard and lifted it up to your lips. You knew the caffeine wouldn't ease your overactive mind, but it would probably help you focus that energy on a specific task. You hoped very hard that it would be the case, and that you'd write something that make the director, and everyone else on set happy.

"Uh, you, whatever your name is, that's mine."

You stopped drinking and looked behind you, at Colt. He was trying to look serious. You resisted a smile as you licked some coffee from you lips. You looked back at the cup and rotated it to find his name written in black ink.

"I was just making sure it wasn't poisoned," you lied, allowing yourself to smile briefly. You turned around in your chair and held the cup out for him—your smile gone. "It's safe to drink."

"Oh, great," Colt beamed, and crossed the space to take the cup from you. "Wow, someone's boss thinks I'm special enough to save from poisoning." 

You stared up at him as he took a few sips, and you admire him, his glowing skin and… beard… remniscing about what it felt like all over your body when he'd kiss you. He stared at you as he swallowed his final sip of the warm caffeine, and you knew he was waiting for you to say something, but you kind of have nothing to say now. 

He's so adorable. And beautiful. And you should focus on writing, but the way he's staring down at you is making your heart race, and he bit his lip to hide his grin, and all you can think of… is how much you want him. 

"Maybe I should learn the name of the beautiful, brave, and selfless woman who almost died for me, possibly," he started up again, dramatic and very much flirty now. He held out his hand, you took it, and shook it once. You were about to say your name, but he set the cup back down on the table. 

You followed the movement, barley began looking back at him, wondering what he was up to, when he tugged you up out of your chair. You squealed as you crashed against his hard body and the smooth leather of his F1 suit. He released your hand to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, and hold you close to his chest. 

You looked up and found him smiling already. Colt kicked your chair out of the way and walked you back into the desk, but he didn't lift you up on it. He just kept you trapped between his warm body and the edge of the table, which dug into the bottom of your ass. 

"So… I can kiss you, right?" He wondered, staring down at your lips. He licked his own. "We're at that… you know, stage…? Where we do that?" The more he talked, the bigger you smiled, especially since you knew he was trying to actcasual. 

"We've fucked before, like… twenty times, I'm not counting, but I'm pretty sure it's around that much," you rambled. You definitely wanted a kiss from him, but he always managed to make your face hot and your heart beat at an insane rhythm. You didn't even know what the point of your sentence was anymore, but it caught him off guard and distracted him. 

"Fucked? That's a bit aggressive," he commented quietly, leaning closer. His hands squeezed your hips and you flattened your palms on his chest. Your breaths became heavy, as did his—quick and warm against your tingling lips. "I'd say it was more like making-"

"No, don't. I don't wanna hear it said that way." 

"But it was…" he bit his lip and looked into your eyes. "…like… that…" He lifted his hand and brushed your hair away, his hand rested against your jawline and your cheeks heated up. 

"Sometimes," you replied quietly, trying to maintain the playfulness. You shrugged. "There were those time where you bit me really hard and-"

He snorted. 

"I'm gonna kiss you now," he warned and began to dip down. You held your breath, suddenly, almost virginally, the anticipation of his kiss made you shamefully needy. He stopped, almost touching your lips, teasing you, so you felt his breath tickle your lips. 

Then, when you were at the apotheosis of hot, horny, and embarrassed, his lips pressed against yours. Your nerves and neurons exploded at his touch. The coarse hair of his beard and mustache tickled you, but that was what reminded you who you were kissing. 

Colt's hand clenched in your hair and his arm tightened around your waist to pull you impossibly close. Your knees weakened when he traced your lips with his warm tongue. You clung to the leather covering his body, breathed shakily against his mouth, and he tilted his face to deepen the kiss. 

His mouth met yours again, and his tongue was in your mouth this time. You tasted the sweetness of coffee in him and he tasted that sweetness in you. You felt lightheaded and your arousal skyrocketed, and you worsened it by sitting up on the desk and pulling his hips against yours. You moaned softly against his mouth at the contact, he groaned in response, and nibbled on your lip. 

Colt gently pulled your hair and dragged his mouth down your neck, his teeth and tongue followed, all the way down to your clavicle. Your hands moved upwards into his hair, threading through to tug at as you panted for air. Your body felt sensitive and fiery against his mouth, and his body, and his hands. 

He rolled his hips against yours, slid his hand down the back of your thigh to press precisely against your covered clit, all with his hand still tight in your hair. 

"Colt!" 

His name being shouted through the two-way radio ripped the veil of lust and contentment that kept you blind to reality. Colt grunted in irritation against your neck and brought his mouth back up to yours, ignoring the stunt coordinator. 

"Where are you? We're starting in five minutes!" You gently pushed Colt's chest and smiled against his greedy mouth. 

"We have five minutes," he mumbled against your lips. You laughed softly and kissed him firmly as a goodbye, but his warm and calloused hands sneaked beneath your pink blouse. You drew your mouth away from his, despite his complaints, and he licked his lips as he gazed down at you playfully. 

His hand untangled from your hair, he cupped your cheek instead, and slowly began leaning forward, waiting for you to stop him. 

"Colt," you whispered, placing your finger on his lips to stop him from diving back in. "You should go," you tried not to laugh. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and leaned forward to kiss you deeply, then placed two soft kisses against your lips. "I'll see you later," you promised breathlessly.

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, he his teeth sank into his own as if contemplating kissing you again. But he ended up conceding, "yeah, okay."

Colt udjusted his suit at the crotch area, then ran his fingers through his tousled hair. His natural hair was growing out so only the tips remained bleached from… being Tom Ryder's stuntman... You had a hard time believing his life story was anything but fiction, except there was plenty of evidence proving otherwise. 

"Wait, where will I see you?" He stopped and leaned against the door. 

"Here. I'll take you to- well, it's a surprise," you grinned playfully. "But it's a gift for me, mostly." You batted your lashes innocently at him. Colt shook his head and laughed, finally heading out. 

"Wait, your coffee!"

You were touching up the script, deleting and rewriting lines of dialogue and adding a few important moments that needed to be acted out, all while smiling to yourself as you recalled the way Colt subtly flirted with you any chance he got while standing behind the director. 

It was nice to steal a few moments with him when the opportunity presented itself. With Colt being who he is, he pretty much managed to make nearly every moment with you romantic to some extent. Sometimes it was seductive smiles with a hint of playfulness, long and innocent touches with undertones of sensuality. But maybe what you loved most was that he always managed to say something cute, romantic, sweet, funny, sexy, or dorky in a way that most definitely made you blush, somehow. 

You weren't going to lie, you were a little excited for tonight. So excited, in fact, that you quickly stopped by the hotel you were staying at to shower and put on a burgundy sundress rather than the jeans and blouse you'd been wearing earlier. 

There was a soft knock on your trailer and the door quietly opened, but Colt had already given himself away with a quiet hiss and an, "ouch." 

You shut your laptop while you grinned, ready to laugh at him for whatever he'd clumsily done—since he didn't often do anything clumsy on purpose. 

He must have gotten the same ideas as you, and gone back to his room to get cleaned up and put something clean on. And he had a small orange moon cactus in his hand; the other hand, he was inspecting carefully. He'd pricked himself. 

When he looked up at you, he was as stunned as you were. He dropped his hand after blindly kicking the door shut behind him, and slowly dragged his eyes down your body before returning to your face. 

"Wow, you look very pretty." Had the air not blown the scent of his cologne rushing to you, you would have been able to repsond with something as sweet and earnest as his compliment.

"So do you," you murmured, sounding dazed, unfortunately. Still, his cheeks turned bright and he laughed while holding the plant out for you to take. You took it from him carefully. 

"I know you said you hated flowers because they reminded you of funerals and hospitalisation, so I got you a plant instead," Colt explained. You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of you hearing that out loud, and coming from him, it was more funny. 

He joined in and chuckled softly, seeming a little unsure. 

"That's a pretty decent loophole," you sighed, and lifted the cactus so it was at eye-level. "It's cute." He shoved his hands into his jeans, stepped closer and looked down at it with you. 

"I named it Shirley," he informed you. 

"That's more adorable." Him, the fact that he named it, the name? All of it?

You stopped at the winding road that your friend had told you about. Had she not taken you and your two other friends to see the place, for a picnic date, you'd have never wanted to see Colt in your car, driving the way you've always dreamt of doing.

But here he was, well, he was in the passenger seat, but still. You were going to ask him to drive your car down to… nowhere in particular, just to live vicariously through him. 

"What's here? A serial killer cabin?" He looked over at you, a smile playing on his lips. Your eyes skimmed over his gorgeous face, his beauty somehow enhanced with the glow of the vibrant sunset pouring over his face. 

"I have a request," you started, watching him lean in close to you, listening intently for your words. He smelled so clean and soft and good—no, that's not the point. "Drive my car, you can stop whenever you want."

"That's… you want me to drive for any particular reason?" Colt looked down the empty road and then over at you, his blue eyes sparkled flirtatiously. 

Your heart began to beat swiftly again and your face heated up. "You know�� When I was a kid, I wanted to be a NASCAR driver, and writing about an F1 driver is just… you know, do this for me?" 

"Really? You wanted to be a NASCAR driver?" He was on the verge of bursting out into laughter, but he also looked genuinely surprised at your confession, so you looked away and shrugged. 

"To be fair, I wanted to be a palaeontologist, elementary teacher, and fashion designer, too. Those option would've been… more awesome than… this," you mumbled, looking at the road as the sun hid behind seemingly endless hills and trees. 

"I think you're awesome right now," he whispered. You turned to him again, and became flustered by the softness on his gaze and his words. Your stomach somersaulted, he chewed on his lip, and you could've kisses him hard if your heart would've allowed you to relax.

"Shut up," you muttered bashfully. "I mean, thank you. What? Stop it," you looked away from him and he snickered. 

"I'll do it," he told you, giving you and your warm face a small break. He started to get out, and you fumbled with the seatbelt to meet him at the front of your car, where it was warmer compared to the cool breeze surrounding you and Colt. "If you wanna stop just tell me. Also, I'm gonna need a kiss," he teased and shrugged casually. 

You rolled your eyes, but how could you deny him? The air had been sexually charged the whole ride here, and now that you were stepping closer, you felt like you were being fused to him. Like a massive chemical reaction would occur as soon as you touched him. 

You closed the distance between you and him, on your tip-toes. Your hands gripped the colourful green and blue plaid shirt he was wearing, and his hands held your hips, clenching slightly. He waited for you, this time, as your breath mingled with his. 

The touch of your lips to his made you breathless instantly, and what was meant to have been an innocent and quick kiss became another make out session. With you on the hot hood of your car, with his fingers tangled in your hair, with yours buried in his hair, and his other sneaky hand lifting your dress higher and higher. 

"Colt," you breathed his name out softly. 

He released you instantly and licked the taste of your mouth from his lips. "Right, be professional. Totally."

"Not too professional," you smiled and slid down the hood with his help. "Anyway," you looked ahead and the darkening sky, "It's no Nürburgring, but we're not here to check my car's features. What I did check was the traction, it's all good… so…" You clicked your tongue and gave him a thumbs up, which he returned with a grin. 

You quickly entered your car and sat in the passenger seat, but when he entered the driver's side, his head hit the top of the roof and his thick thighs squeezed beneath the steering wheel. 

"My God… you are tiny," he murmured playfully, adjusting the seat and the mirrors. You snorted, slightly embarrassed. But as you watched him, your wondered if this was a good idea. You wanted to jump him and—no, please. "Alright, how attached are you to this car?" He joked, putting his seatbelt on while looking over at you. 

Colt was hot enough as it was, but being there in the car with him as he smoothly sped down the road, making sharp turns smoother than you could've done—you couldn't tell if your heart was racing because of the speed or because of how hot he looked beside you. 

You liked the way he handled your car, the way his hands moved adeptly over the steering wheel, the way his thighs became taut with every press on the brake and gas pedal. There was surely nothing more sexy than the sight of him concentrated and cautious, all at once, as he drove at speeds higher than you were brave enough for. 

He turned into an empty field and drove straight a fair distance into the tall-ish grass, at first. He was testing the ground, feeling it beneath the wheels as he turned and braked before moving the car in a circle, once and twice, then stopped. 

His chest was heaving and he looked alluringy flushed—you imagined that you probably looked similar to him. He relaxed against the seat, rested his hands on his thighs, and looked over at you with an exhilarated smile. He looked beautiful and unexpectedly relaxed. 

You smiled back, dazed and… aroused.

"Wow, that was…. you're… amazing," you sighed, looking out at the night sky, a slim orange line of light remained on the horizon. You were too embarrassed by your desire for him, but the darkening sky was distraction enough. For a few moments, the bright star that shined near the moon on the darkest side of the sky captured your attention.

"Not as amazing as you," he exhaled. His hand wrapped around yours and you turned back to him with a blush you wanted to hide extremely bad. 

What you really wanted most was for the warm throb between your legs to stop, so the moment could remain sweet and funny, but the way he looked at you, and the way his hand felt in yours was making you feel like you were on the verge of combusting. 

You pressed your thighs together and squeezed his hand subconsciously. Before you could attempt to brush it off as nothing, Colt leaned forward to capture your lips with his. The kiss was fueled by adrenaline and by the suffocating lust that had been engulfing you both since the morning. 

Typically, you would have pulled away to crack a joke and ease the sexual tension, but you were done with trying to stay away from him. There was no reason to continue being professional now that you were off set. 

So instead, you unbuckled your belt and then removed his own—more carefully, so it wouldn't slap painfully against his body. His mouth chased yours anyway and it made your stomach flip. You cupped his face to guide his mouth back to yours, ignoring the course tickle of his beard against your soft palms, and kissed him roughly. 

He moaned softly into your mouth, surprised, but kissed you back just as desperately. 

You felt him blindly turn the car off, and once he did, he turned to you fully, and quickly started to lift your dress up your legs. Your heart pounded in your ears while he squeezed your thighs. His teeth nipped at your lips, your soft gasp gave his tongue access to slip into your mouth, and slide against yours. 

Heat pooled between your legs, dampening your underwear. His warm hand was gripping your hip beneath your dress, so tight it made you moan as he expertly licked into your mouth. It was maddening and you only pulled away to regain your wits, to catch your breath, to see what he was currently feeling or thinking about the whole… You and him thing. In the car. 

"Do you wanna…?" He asked before you could, with his cheeks burnt red with a blush. You felt as hot and coloured as he looked, despite the chill of the night. You pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness between your legs soaking your underwear, which only worsened by staring at the flushed and wrecked state of him. "We don't have to, it's up to you." 

Instead of responding, you shoved your dress upwards, and Colt leered at you as you lifted your hips to pull your underwear down your legs. He made you feel, possibly, hotter than you ever felt before, and made you act far more daring than you thought yourself capable of. You would never have had car sex in the middle of an empty field with anyone. 

But everything always felt right with Colt. 

"Are you sure?" He murmured, lips parting as he watched you climb over the middle and into his lap. He swallowed and carefully placed his hands on your thighs, grateful that you'd kept your dress lifted as you slid over to him. 

"Very sure," you reassured him, pecking his parted lips once. 

"Okay, cool, cool," he said, voice slightly shaky. You leaned close to him, holding the seat with one hand and trying to find the handle beneath the seat to recline it with the other.

Colt's mouth was on your neck instantly, beard scratching your sensitive skin, his playful and passionate mouth worked like heat conduction with your body. You'd held the handle, distracted by his lips and tongue against your pulse, it was when he pulled away that you mischievously pulled the lever. 

"Oh, fuck!" He exclaimed, attempting to sit up straight against the sudden movement. You tried to balance in his lap despite his shock and then he laughed, melting against the seat with his hands in his hair.

"Sorry, I thought it'd be funny," you laughed apologetically, playing with the button of his jeans. You leaned over him and brushed his wavy hair away from his blue eyes. 

"That was really mean," he chuckled. You apologised again, but he was laughing with you, and shifting beneath you until he was comfortable. His hands were back on your thighs and moving up higher, reigniting a heat between your legs. "Are you comfortable?" He whispered, watching your face as your eyes danced over his contently. 

"Mm-hmm," you nodded, caressing his cheek, just above his beard. "Are you comfortable?" Colt leaned into your touch and you tried, with one hand, to unbottom his shirt, only slightly exasperated by the sight of a white t-shirt underneath. 

You turned the light on above you have clearer sight of the buttons. He looked way prettier, even under the yellow light, like honey or gold. 

"It's kinda hot," was all he said. You smiled, felt his thighs become tense beneath you, and so you started to undo the buttons with both hands to get him out of the warm layers faster. "Can I… touch you?" He asked quietly, brushing his thumbs along your hipbones. 

"You are touching me," you teased, trying to focus on popping each button of his shirt out, and doing the same to his jeans. He shifted beneath you and flexed his hands impatiently on your thighs. 

"Can I touch you… everywhere else?" He was being playful, too, now, but if only he knew that the way he was touching you now was somehow turning you on. 

"If you get all this clothes off, then yeah," you replied, shoving the warm flannel over his broad shoulders. He chuckled and lifted himself up to shrug the warmest layer off his shoulders, and took the opportunity to kiss you. Your hands clenched the hem of his white t-shirt. You could feel his muscles tightening as he attempted to smoothly remove and throw his shirt in the back seat. 

You laughed against his mouth when he yanked it off his wrist impatiently, and eagerly began to pull his t-shirt up his muscled torso yourself. Your hands moved flat against his warm skin, feeling every hard and defined plane of his body with curious intensity. Colt smiled and hummed softly at the cool touch of your hands, his hips wiggled beneath you, urging you to go faster. When his shirt was high enough, he barley allowed your lips to separate, and instantly returned to kissing you. 

You threw the shirt in the back, brought one of your hands back down to his jeans, and carefully pressed your hand against his dick. He groaned against your mouth and his hips bucked upwards into your palm. A pulse shot through your clit at the sound and you gently kept rubbing your palm against him to draw more sounds from him and buried your fingers in his soft hair. 

"Please," he mumbled against your lips, pulling at your clothes, demanding that you be bare above him. Your stomach clenched and you let him drag your dress up your body, so you were sitting on his lap only in your bra. 

You breathed heavily, your skin flushed and prickled as he stared longingly at you. He pulled you closer with his hands on your hips, blunt nails pressing into your flesh. 

You leaned into him as he settled back into the reclined seat with your body as close to his as possible. 

"Kiss me again," he whispered, his baby blue eyes glued to your mouth, begging for it to be on his again while your hands wandered between your bodies to get rid of his pants. 

You dipped down to meet his greedy mouth with a singular firm kiss. 

"Colt," you murmured over his kiss-swollen lips, having half the mind to beg him to finally touch you. Except your breath hitched when he fervently leaned forward to capture your mouth with his, licked gently along your lip as an indication of his intentions, and carefully slipped his tongue into the rift made by your surprise. 

You could feel how slick you were, your neediness thrummed through your cunt and tingled across your skin wherever his body touched yours. 

You mindfully began unzipping his jeans as he devoured your mouth with so much passion your head felt light and your hearing was muffled by your heartbeat. 

His lips moved over yours hotly and his warm hands pressed tightly against the skin of your back. He adeptly undid your bra, threw it in the backseat as well, and ghosted his lips down your throat and sternum to kiss your breasts. 

You brought your hand inside his jeans, feeling the warm, thick hardness of his dick against your teasing hand over his briefs. He groaned and bit gently at your breast, and his hands trailed down your sides roughly. 

You couldn't take it, the feeling of his hot mouth, and the aching need between your legs, and the tingling sensation on your sensitive body following the touch of his skin. 

You thread your fingers through his hair, urging his mouth away from your spit-slick nipples. He grunted at the sharp tug of his waves when he ignored you, released your breast with a pop, and gazed up at you endearingly dazed. 

"What?" He asked with a playful smile, trying to hide the fact that he was more than enjoying teasing you. You tugged at his hair again, with enough force to draw a deep groan from him, and your cheeks flared up.

He bit his lip when you shoved your hand inside his underwear, your fingertips traced the length of him, feeling him throb and twitch. Colt whined quietly, his brows drawn together, teeth buried impossibly deep into his already kiss-swollen lip. You clenched around nothing and circled your thumb around the leaking tip of his cock. He shakily exhaled your name and lifted his hips into your hand. 

"I need you, Colt."

"Fuck… yeah, me too," he panted and started shoving his briefs and jeans down before you even got your hand out. You laughed softly at his enthusiasm and lifted your knee up to the padded console next to the seat to give him more space. 

You kissed him again, felt his smug smile against your lips when you tenderly cupped his face in your hands. He followed your mouth when you pulled away to drag your mouth down his neck and collar bone. Your hands moved down his warm skin, exploring what you could of his fit body. You licked at his skin, the dips of his throat, and grazed his collarbone with your teeth. 

Your hearing was entirely focused on his heavy breathing and breathy words. You felt his fingers move along the inside of your thigh and you sucked gently at his chest, then bit down on the hard muscle. 

"Shit," he grunted, and pressed his hand between your legs. His palm rested against your clit and his fingers circled your entranced. You gasped as your stomach summersaulted and heat spread through your body instantaneously. "You're so wet," he murmured, dragging his glistening fingers up to your clit. 

You lifted yourself up shakily, hands flat on his chest, and watched him. His blue eyes first swept over your face as he circled your clit, your thighs shook as you kept yourself up. He bit his lip before allowing his gaze to fall to your breasts and finally, between your legs where his fingers were busy. He looked so attractive beneath you, chest heaving and face flushed pink. 

You shuddered when he pressed two fingers into you, slowly and shallowly pulling them out and back into you, and never going as deep as you wanted him to be. Still, he curled his fingers inside you and your breath hitched. 

He kept the same rhythm and you flushed as the slowness somehow amplified the lubric sound of his fingers entering you. Your lips parted, shaky breaths slipped from between them, and your eyes fell shut for a few moments before opening again to criticise him. "You're driving me crazy, Colt."

"You look hot when I do that," he admitted unapologetically, and gave you a smirk. You squirmed and clenched around his fingers, embarrassed by his earnestness. And then he continued to tease you, watching your hips move and your body tremble when his thumb brushed against your clit just perfectly. 

"Stop that," you scolded, holding his wrist shortly despite the new layer of slick that dripped around his hand. He hummed softly and buried his fingers deeper into you. 

"What?" He asked with a grin, moving his fingers faster and pressing his thumb harder against your clit. The sound of your wetness nearly mortified you. "Is that better?" He asked softly, but still teasingly. Your stomach felt like it was free-falling and your thighs twitched, wanting to shut around his hand as your pleasure increased exponentially. 

"Please, just…" You leaned back slightly and dragged your nails gently along his abs. Through your hazey eyes you wrapped your fingers around his cock and gently slid your loose fist over him. 

"I heard you," Colt mumbled jokingly, jerking his hips into your hand. He gasped when you slid your palm over his wet tip and squeezed your hand downwards to spread his precum over the smooth and hot skin of his cock. He laughed and pulled his fingers from inside you. "Right, I was just- ah, fuck," he grunted, slightly thrown by the unexpected sensation of your thumb rubbing beneath the head of his cock repeatedly when your slid your hand upwards. 

"You're such a fucking dork," you mumbled, stopping your own tormenting touch to guide his cock between your legs. 

"Uh, yeah, and you're into that." He bit his lip and stared into your eyes, which glittered with amusement at his words. You watched him suspiciously and smiled a little. "I mean, there's also my six pack and when you see me naked, you start-" You interrupted him by sinking down on him, he choked on his words, and moaned with you as you slowly dropped yourself on him. You stretched around him, feeling deliciously full and hot with him throbbing inside you.

Colt gripped your hips tightly once you were fully seated on him. You smirked at the facial expression he made when you clenched around him in your own smug excitement and languidly lifted yourself up with your hands on his chest. 

"Let's keep kissing," he proposed breathlessly, bringing one of his hands up your shoulder, behind your neck, and into your hair to pull you forward. You couldn't help laughing at him, but allowed him to bring you down. His soft mouth parted slightly, ready for yours, making your stomach tingle.

His beard tickled your chin and lips when your lips collided, his tongue swiped over your teeth, then slid into your mouth to move against yours.

You lifted yourself up cautiously, nose brushing against his when you pulled away to find a comfortable position and rhythm. But Colt was serious about kissing you and lifted his head to reattach his lips to yours, and thrusted upwards into you.

You moaned into the kiss, forced to hover above him with his steel grip on your hip, and his hand clenched in your hair to keep your mouth firmly against his. He inched you up his body, hips angled slightly, and rolled his upwards experimentally, pushing his cock against your gspot and making it so you clit rubbed against him.

His name tumbling from your lips was muffled by his hungry mouth against yours, his tongue tasting as deep and thoroughly as he could despite the clash of teeth. He fucked you harder, panting and breathing against your lips to catch his breath before kissing you with so much passion you knew your lips would be sensitive in either a few hours or by tomorrow. 

"You feel so good, fuck," he grunted against your mouth and sank his teeth into your lip. You whined at the sting, but your stomach fluttered at his words. He licked your lip soothingly and let his calloused hands desperately wander over your body, occasionally flexing his hands over your skin. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter around him.

"Colt, I-" you whimpered, moving your mouth away from his to bury your face in his neck, feeling the unabated force of your orgasm approaching. His hips stuttered when you sucked softly at his throat and he breathed out your name. You inhaled the scent of him, the shampoo, and body wash, and shaving cream nearly masked by the thin sheen of sweat on his skin. 

"Please… wanna see you," he exhaled the words unevenly, nuzzling against the side of your face. His breaths and grunts against your ear made you shiver and tighten around him. 

You were too stupefied and saturated with pleasure to lift yourself up, but when his fingers drove into the flesh of your hips and his thrusts became sloppy, all you wanted was to watch him fall apart beneath you. 

You lifted your flushed face and steadied your forearms on his broad shoulders, meeting his glossy blue eyes, his rosy cheeks above his beard. His warm breath fanned over your face and you stopped seeing sense in continuing to edge yourself on him. 

Pleasure washed over you, his name and praises dropped from your lips in desperate sobs. You clamped down and pulsed around him as you came, trying to fuck yourself slower on him to drag your orgasm out. He cursed against your open mouth and pleasure contorted his handsome face. 

His hips snapped upwards and he held your hips down as he twitched and spilled inside you. He grunted your name and helped you ride out your orgasm with him. You were out of breath and your thighs were burning from the position you were in, but your body was tingling with so much numbing pleasure, that you didn't care.

You watched him become more gentle again as he came down from his high with you, that sweet smile returned and his adoring blue eyes turned softer. It made your head spin, the way he looked at you. And right now, you could see all the jokes and loving words taking shape in his mind as he caught his breath.

You took his face in your hands, pressing tender kisses over his cheeks, forehead, nose, and anywhere you could reach. He was smiling the entire time, almost triumphantly, but he looked more shy than ever.

"Was it that good?" He teased anyway, smirking playfully. 

"I don't like you," you lied, dropping your hands to his chest.

"Liar," he accused, pressing your hips closer to him. Your sensitive core jolted and he stifled a groan, sensitive and soft inside you.

Colt sat up, breathing slowly against your lips, but he didn't kiss you this time. His fingers ghosted gently down your back and rested on your waist. "Wanna eat some burritos?"

You stared down at him, his blue eyes shining from his orgasm, his face flushed and alive from the afterglow, his wavy hair a sexy mess, and his lips red and plush. 

You bit your lip and looked back up into his eyes. He looked wrecked and… happy. It was endearing. It caused a fiery heat to blaze up your chest to your cheeks. "Y-yeah, sounds, uh, that sounds nice."

He stared at you and you stared back, wondering if you'd given yourself away; the fact that you really liked him. 

"What?" He smiled, looking at you curiously. 

"What?" You shrugged, flustered and pretending that you didn't just realise that you really really liked him. Okay, you loved him. "I said yes."

"Hmm," he tilted his head, eyes moving slowly over your face. You tensed in his grasp and blazed with embarrassment. Run away. You lifted yourself off him, ignoring the dribble of cum slipping down your thighs and over his cock. 

You laughed shyly to yourself, slipping away into the passenger seat, where you started to feel the ache in your body as you relaxed. You tried to ignore him, and listened only to him readjusting his jeans and briefs. 

"What were you thinking just then?" He wondered, leaning over to take your chin in his hand and force you to gaze into his stupidly pretty face. 

"Absolutely not!" 

"What? Please, tell me," he begged. You shrugged and kissed his palm before turning away to retrieve your dress and underwear. "I'll kiss you," he offered. 

"You'll kiss me either way," you smiled, pulling your underwear up your legs. 

"That's true. You're lips are very soft and they taste like roses and they feel like roses, too, and your mouth is always minty. Do you eat?" He rambled, his gaze focused on your mouth. "I mean, of course you eat, I was just wondering-"

"Okay, I'll tell you," you cut him off, your heart began racing at just the prospect. He perked up, but you just couldn't fold. "As soon as we get those burritos! Buckle up, cowboy, I'm hungry." 

He deflated slightly, but then he smirked, watching you put your seatbelt on. "Can I at least put my shirt back on first?"

"No, I think I can see a little better in the dark when you're shirtless," you jested, dreamily trailing your hand down his bare chest. His muscles became taut under your touch and he released a breathy laugh. 

"I'm driving," he reminded you quietly. 

You brought your hand up to his jaw and smiled, scratching gently at his beard. "Whatever," you shrugged, "my car, my rules."

You were about to move your hand away, but he took your hand in his, pressed your small palm into his cheek, and looked at you through his lashes. "I think we should kiss."

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[elainsgirl]

Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled we're finally getting an announcement next year, but I'm exhausted!! I left the fandom because I couldn't stand the ship war and SJM's silence. I still love Azriel and Elain and I am invested in their story, but I stopped enjoying the Acotar world if that makes sense. I don't know if other people in the fandom feel the same way, but I'm close to the point where my reaction to book 5 will be "Oh yeah, I used to love those books", even if it's confirmed to be about Azriel and Elain.

In a completely different case, we never see Rebecca Yarros say "I won't tell you who Violet's endgame is. You'll have to wait and see!!"

I don't know if people will be so burned out when the book finally comes out that they won't care anymore. I don't know if SJM's strategy will backfire. Time will tell.

we’re all in the same camp, I totally feel you. Like

YES FINALLY WE WILL BE GETTING SOMETHING 🥳

but also,

Its been too long & I no longer care that much 🤷‍♀️

I think the fact Sjm has been so silent - its the most frustrating part. I don’t blame her but I think there was so much things going on and I feel like - this whole thing was planned. it wasn’t a matter of delays or whatever.

We needed to read HOFAS to understand the lore for ACOTAR 5. Obviously, hofas had to come after hosab - through this order, the years went by. Mass isn’t online therefore I don’t think she knows the full extent of the shipwars. To her, that bonus created some *doubt/drama* the way Emerie appearing in Cassians chapter during acofas did. Im very curious to hear her thoughts on all this once acotar 5 is out, anyways, I think at one point - maybe within the last 2 years - BB and Sarah realised it will be more impactful and a big deal to announce info about acotar 5 during the acotar 10 year anniversary.

obviously I cant speak for everyone else in the fandom but from my mutuals across all platforms and from my followers on Instagram- the general vibe is that we’re all so done with this fandom, sarah and the books. The ACOTAR world has lost its magic - people have taken the books so seriously and critically. Every character and ship is hated on, the fandom vibe is filled with disgusting toxicity and not just from the shipwars but the character wars as well. Its not the same vibe as it was when I first read the series in 2020. Hopefully, after elains book is calms down and we’re all reunited again.

I think by the time the book releases, the online fandom will be burnt out and not care as much but the casual fandom will be very excited for the release. And ig it doesn’t matter as Sjm will always be popular and her books will always sky rocket. Didn’t she recently win some goodreads awar despite hofas not being that good? So all in all, those of us that have been in the fandom a long time won’t be as excited as we would’ve been 2-3 years ago.

I haven’t read Fourth Wing but I’ve heard Rebecca is very active in the fandom which makes peope in her fandom love and respect the books more. Thinking of it - its the trend now for authors to engage consistently with their readers. Its a way to build a good relationship between audience and author but also to promote their books. Maybe Mass and BB feel like Sjm is big enough and doesn’t need to form that connection w us as they know we will eat up whatever she releases. And atp I think they’re right. I don’t think her “strategy” will backfire as her audience is no longer young teens - they’re adults that love her worlds as they connected with them young and will read whatever she puts out.

but you’re right, time will tell and hopefully that time comes soon.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 13

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 13: soft aftermath

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I woke up at some point in the middle of the night, desperately needing to use the bathroom. I groaned my annoyance from the sleep disturbance and shifted, hoping to put myself back to sleep.

But then I remembered what had transpired. My hand shot out from the covers and found Alastor barely half a foot from me. I let out a shaky sigh of relief.

He's still here.

I could barely make out his face in the dark. The memories came flooding back and I suddenly felt very awkward. I wrapped my tail around my leg and used magic to quietly push away from him.

I carefully sat up on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving his dark form. I could sense he was in a lighter sleep now, but still asleep. I tried looking for my shirt but I couldn't see anything, and using magic to make light would wake Alastor.

It was then I remembered I had worn a dress to the gala. My clothes were hidden away in drawers. Would he be able to sense my magic if I used it to grab clothes? Would it wake him up?

I didn't want to risk it. So I gave up on trying to dress and quietly pushed off the bed. My legs gave out and my knees slammed into the floor. I gritted my teeth when Alastor woke a moment later. "Darling?"

He used magic to create light, filling the room from a single orb. I frantically tried to stand but that made things worse. I pulled myself onto the bed and sat facing away from him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, hand stretching out to brush against my bare back. Tears were building in my eyes again. I wasn't ready to face him yet, not so soon after what we had just done. Especially now that he had found me on the floor.

"I'm fine," I answered, "I just needed to use the bathroom."

There was a moment of silence. "Would you like assistance?"

I wiped the stray tear. "No thank you. I'm more than capable." I used magic to draw night clothes from my dresser. I quickly slid them on, used magic to help dull the pain in my legs and crotch, then carefully stood. My eyes were focused on my feet as I walked carefully to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me.

It took more magic for the pain as I sat down. It wasn't until I was washing my hands that it became too overwhelming. I left the water running and half fell in the corner of the bathroom. I curled into a ball against the tub and hugged myself tight. The last time I remember this happening was back when Alastor was keeping me against my will.

Memories came to mind from the ring cage. Memories of my assault actually happening and of the healer having to examine me fully to ensure I wasn't pregnant.

Wait...

We hadn't used any protection. Could I have gotten pregnant? Was it that easy? That simple? Could a Demon get pregnant? Of course they could, that was how I was alive. How easy or hard was it for a Demon to get pregnant? For a half Demon, half Angel?

Being pregnant wasn't something I was ready to deal with. I made a choice to have sex, not to be pregnant. I didn't want to have my own child yet. I wasn't ready.

I couldn't stop the tears. I struggled to keep my breathing quiet so Alastor wouldn't hear me. They were turning into whines as the room started to cant to one side.

Darling? Alastor touched my mind.

Go away. Get out of my head. I snapped.

There was a long silence.

Then a knock on the bathroom door.

"I said go away!" I shouted.

"Darling, we need to talk."

"I don't want to, now please go away." I turned away from the door but my eyes never left it. I had a shield around me, waiting for him to burst through or slither under the door in his shadows. But he never did.

Please let us work through this together, he said. It was rare to hear him use the word 'please' in such a sincere way. I started to cry harder until my vision turned white and I gagged.

He prodded my mind more until I finally granted permission. He came through by his shadows and manifested in black night clothes. I would've breathed a sigh of relief if I wasn't still crying.

He put a hand on my back and coaxed me into a position so I was leaning against his chest. I stayed curled up but my claws gripped at the loose fabric over his chest. One of his arms kept me close and his other hand threaded through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp.

The radio played in the bedroom and he started to hum along to it. My crying slowed surprisingly fast in an effort to listen and feel the vibrations in his chest. My mind focused on the melody, on his humming, on his hand in my hair, and on his faint rocking back and forth.

I found myself completely calm and nearly asleep by the end of the song. He placed a kiss on my forehead then tilted his head to encourage me to meet his eyes. His smile was small but genuine.

"Hello gorgeous." The hand in my hair reached around to pull a strand out of my mouth. I wiped my face with my shirt collar, disgusted from all the snot I had conjured. He chuckled quietly and used magic to help clean me up and clear my sinuses. "How do you feel?"

I yawned. "Tired."

"I think we ought to sleep until dusk tomorrow." He put an arm under my legs and hoisted me up. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed my eyes against his skin. His usual smokey scent was almost masked by the smell of sweat. We would both need to shower tomorrow.

He turned off the faucet and carried me out of the bathroom. He kneeled on the bed and laid me down, sliding under the covers and returning to the position we had been in earlier. He rubbed his palm up and down my back as I let out another yawn. He lowered the radio.

"Goodnight my dear."

"Goodnight Al."

****

Sunlight cut through the curtains and landed perfectly on my closed eyes. My ears flicked at the sound of water running. I stretched out my sore limbs and peeled my eyes open.

Alastor's spot was empty and cold. My hand rubbed the material where he had been sleeping as my mind reached out to ensure he was still here. Another ache was making itself known in my lower half. I stared off into nothing as my mind began to wander. Though I was never able to go very far. Alastor's mind seemed to be tugging me back every so often.

A moment later, he walked out of the bathroom dressed in his pants and long sleeve. His eyes found mine in an instant. His smile was genuine as he came around the bed to sit on the edge, claw habitually finding my cheek.

"Good morning, love." He placed a kiss on my forehead.

I gritted my teeth and rolled over on my back. My hand found his thigh. "Good morning."

"Did you have a better time sleeping?"

"A little."

"Good." He ran his hand through my hair but stopped when it caught a knot, making me wince. He untangled his claws and settled with my cheek. "I drew a bath for you. Would you mind me carrying you in?"

"Why?" I questioned.

"It's a gesture I wish to express. You deserve it after doing so well last night."

My cheeks burned. "I-I wouldn't say that."

"No? I would certainly say so." His smile turned smug.

He pulled back the covers and slipped his arms under me before I could protest. His magic dulled the pain as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My embarrassed face stayed pressed into his shoulder as he walked into the bathroom. With one hand, he snapped his fingers and my clothing disappeared.

"Al!" I jumped in his arms and tried to shield myself by turning inwards on him. One hand tried to cover anything and the other still held onto his shoulder.

His chuckle vibrated in his chest. "It's not as if I haven't seen it all, my love." He carefully placed me in the cream colored tub. The hot water was instantly soothing and killed any rebuttal I had. I let go of him and sank so only my chin touched the surface of the water. "Sit and enjoy my love. I will not be far."

His warm hand left the top of my head and he closed the door behind him. I sunk further so my nose was still above the water's surface. I purposefully made my mind go blank as the pain dulled all the sores and aches in my muscles. This was a much better, much softer, aftermath. It felt like part of my soul was healing.

I lost track of time. My mind was wondering to a bunch of different things. If they went down a rabbit hole, Alastor's mind pulled me back. I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or subconsciously. Either way, it was reassuring.

I was about to get out when Reagan came yelling into the house. I felt Alastor wince. She wasted no time running up the stairs and calling for me through the doors.

"I have great news!" she yelled.

"I'll be down soon," I called back. She fumbled down the stairs and waited impatiently in the living room. She and Alastor bickered (naturally) and I could hear his words as if I was in the room with him, but with a strange echo.

"She needs time to rest," he told her.

"Why? Did something happen at the gala?"

"It was an exhausting event," he covered smoothly, "and she is not feeling well." He started up the stairs in an effort to catch me before I moved on my own.

"I'll only take five minutes of her time."

"I highly doubt that," he quipped over his shoulder. I had barely wrapped a towel around me when he walked into the bathroom.

"Al!" I snapped.

His one ear flicked in annoyance. "What?"

"Care to knock?"

He thought for a moment. "No."

"Must I teach you boundaries again?" I used magic to pull clothes from the wardrobe. He interfered with his own magic and sent them to the bed.

"What is there to keep me from?" He tilted my chin up with a single claw. 

"One night isn't going to solve everything," I said somberly. I opened his hand kissed his palm, bringing the clothes into the bathroom with my magic. "I'll be out in a minute."

He took my hand in turn and placed a kiss on my knuckles. He then closed the door behind him and waited in the bedroom. A few minutes later I walked out as I dried my hair with the towel. Alastor was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.

"I fail to see why you don't use magic to dry your hair," he commented.

I thought for a moment. "It feels natural? Doing it with magic doesn't feel right." A thought came to mind and my eyes suddenly looked him up and down in his usual red suit.

He noticed. "What is it?"

"Did you shower?" I asked point-blank.

"I use magic," was his answer. His ears had tilted to the sides a little, noticeable only to a well trained eye.

That explains the sweat smell.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, having easily read my thoughts. He was annoyed. 

I fumbled for the right words. "Just that...it's just your scent. It's not bad but...I think a proper shower would do you good."

This time his ears fell back. "I will do no such thing."

"Why not?" My tone was sincere.

"I never found joy in it. Magic is simpler and more efficient."

I let out a sigh as I used magic to dry the last traces of water from my hair. I still needed to talk to Reagan who was waiting patiently downstairs. "I don't understand you."

I will make you take a shower at some point.

You will do no such thing, he answered.

"Even if it helped solve some...issues I may have?" I teased, sauntering over to place a kiss on his nose. His claws found my hips and he stood up to meet me.

"I can be persuaded." Even I knew he wasn't being honest as he said it. He leaned down for a gentle kiss and I let him, if only for a moment, then pried his hands off my hips and took a step back.

"Good. Because you're not touching me until you do." I tossed the towel at him and quickly slipped out of the room. I could feel his frustration and disappointment.

I found Reagan on the couch fiddling with her hands. She sprung up when she heard me walk into the room. Her hands were behind her back, almost how Alastor did, and had a huge grin on her face.

"So, what is this great news?" I prompted, allowing my smile to show. Alastor appeared from his shadows in the other corner. His eyes were focused on the bursting young adult.

Fortunately she spat it out before she exploded. "He finally did it...he asked me to marry him!"

My smile widened and I opened my arms for a hug. She nearly took me to the ground from the force of the hug and my weak legs. I gave her many congratulations as she bubbled over the details of how it went down last night with Lucas.

Two very important things happened last night. I noted to myself.

"I'm glad he finally built the courage to ask," I commented as I examined the ring on her finger, "even after getting the ring."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said. He waited another two weeks after he got the ring before asking you."

"How did you know when he got the ring?" She had gone very still with surprise.

"How do you think he got your finger measurements just right?" I glanced up at her with a devious smile. 

Her mouth fell open. "You knew?"

"How could I not?" I half laughed. "I never stopped keeping an eye on you just because you grew older."

"I can't believe you've been keeping this a secret from me." She crossed her arms but there was no malice or hurt behind it.

"Lucas has been keeping it a secret for far longer from what I can tell in our conversations," I returned slyly.

We continued on with the conversation for another hour. Alastor went up to his office but his mind was still with me. I could feel changes in our connection happening with every breath I took. I was anticipating what I would find once I looked deeper.

Fortunately, Reagan still had to make her celebratory rounds to her close friends. She gave me another tight hug and sprinted out of the house. I had to take a minute to myself once she left. I had been the first person she told, out of all the people she now knew she had chosen to tell me first. Happy tears fell down my cheek. 

It felt like only last week she had been a scrawny little teenager who fought anyone who gave her a wrong look. It felt like only last week she was crying over how little friends she had. It felt like only last week she was pretending to 'run into' Lucas. She had grown so much and was now old enough to marry.

My thoughts turned inward. Alastor and I were soulmates but we weren't married. There were plenty of people who married someone they weren't soul bound to, like Reagan and Lucas, but did those who did find their soulmate marry each other or just continue living together? I looked down at my empty hands. Was a wedding even something I wanted? For most of my life I didn't even think I would live long enough, escape the rings to have a wedding, or believe I could ever come to love a cannibalistic Demon Overlord. Was it something Alastor would even want? Speaking of whom, he was still upstairs in his office doing who knows what. 

As I climbed the old stairs, I reached out my magic sense to make sure Nym and Thatcher were still in the city and still okay. Once I reassured myself, I gently knocked on Alastor's office door. He bid me to enter and turned in his chair as I did. He had his reading glasses hanging on his nose and his cheek leaning against his knuckles. In his hand was one of his books and abstracts. Something about his position and the way he glanced over his glasses at me was very...attractive.

"I suppose you may have to orchestrate their wedding, then," he started. 

"She may ask for help but there's better people in the haven for that sort of thing."

He straightened his head. "Why do you do that?" 

"Do what?"

"Sell yourself short. Talk down about yourself."

"Oh...uh..." My tailed swished nervously behind me. "Just a habit, I suppose."

He sighed and tossed his book and glasses on his desk. He stood to his full height and took a few steps to stand in front of me. "I suppose I'll have to break that habit, then. Can't have my soulmate thinking she's less than." One hand stayed behind his back while the other cupped my cheek. 

I leaned into his touch but then remembered my promise. I took a step back and met his eyes with a sharp look. "You're not permitted to touch me until you take a shower."

His ears bent sideways again. "It is so miniscule. Why do you insist on it?" 

"You don't have to," I raised my hands and stepped backwards out of the office. My heart was pounding in my ears and I had to force myself not to speak too quickly. "But I was going to offer that you could shower with me." 

His ears stood straight up. I could hear his thoughts at how surprised he was at my offering. His mind tried to think of ways why I might be making the offer, of any tricks I might have up my sleeve, but even as he read my mind he could find none. I walked into our bedroom and he chased after me.

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Author's Note:

Sorry this is coming out so late. Good way to end your night or start your day.

Here's a little something sweet before it gets real spicy.

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Taglist:

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[felidaefatigue]

grabbing all the millenials and older z'ers by the shoulders and shaking them abt this "christmas doesnt feel right" shit (not re anyone online)

if u want christmas to feel *magical* You. Have. To. Do. That. we grew up on the grinch yall come on. the whole point was VIBES. we love spouting off about community building and shit.

i know so many people personally rn who like. used to love christmas but then their grandma or mom died and now it "just isnt the same" and theyre all bummed and complaining (and not just in a greif way) like dude. dude. why do you think that is. your mom didnt take the entire concept and existence of christmas out if reality with her. so clearly. her not being here. means she was ACTIVELY MAKING CHRISTMAS HAPPEN FOR YOU. (and this applies to dads n nonfemale figures too if they were that person)

like i am not a holiday person. i have my own traumas around it from growing up poor. i dont hate it but like i also wouldnt be upset if it specificaly stopped ya know. But if you DO like it. you have to MAKE it. and its FUCKING HARD. like it is NOT EASY to community build and event organize. you need to be keeping your social connections maintained so that they are invested enough to buy in. you need to make it worth peoples time. you need to keep on to of capabilities and emotions of others. you need to schedule abd rearrange and accomodate. you gotta CREATE the vibes. ITS A LOT.

and you cant just expect it to happen organically that shit takes EFFORT. these women in your life were putting in WORK. and it infuriates me that these people like. think other people are just going to magically be invested enough in them to do that for them unprompted just cause they talk abt missing it. or that itll just appear if they put up a tree. like it takes people and constant expressions of love and giving and empathy and cheer for a solid month to get everyone warmed up and in the mood. if you want that. DO IT. build it and grow it and it will take YEARS of emotional and other labours. but you will have your christmas. being a matriarch style figure is a full time job and its what makes things like christmas happen. if you dont have that person ur gunna have to become them. and being them isnt nearly as easy and effortless as benefitting from it.

[lains-reality]

the hardest i keep trying to remain uninterested towards my thoughts and reaffirm that im awareness only and not the ego the more i feel angry that absolutely nothing is happening, not even feeling peace or fulfillment or anything, probably because i went into nd thinking its the same thing as loa and just wanting to get things but rn im done trying to convince myself that i dont care what my thoughts or my reality is, i dont know what to do about any of this anymore because ive read so much information (including the books ada shared) and now my brain feels fried and cant process shit i have no idea of where to go from here

firstly. take a break.

honestly, i've been thinking about honesty lol. i've realised that a lot of what i've been doing is to see a manifestation or feel love. but i never wanted to admit it. i might not ever have any """evidence""" for why i am pure awareness - my ego wants to understand. but i've moved on from trying to make it understand or convincing it. its perfectly fine as it is. it can walk, it can intelectualise (something that i actually want to stop doing with nd!), it can talk. thats okay with me. i don't want to demand or force anything more of it. i know what happens when i force my mind to do something, its a complete mess. i know that for the manifestations i want, that it requires me not to be a body-mind. it require something more. something timeless, boundless, etc. i cannot demand that from my body or mind. so i've decided to move past them, work with them when needed and soothe them when needed.

doing the inner work, depending on your ego, might be a thing you need to do (in fact i'd say that everyone needs to do it). its hard to just force yourself to disbelieve and detach. especially when forcing is not what you're supposed to do.

if you're in my inbox then you've read my posts, right?

so you see that i've recommended self inquiry before yes? and that i've put up books? you sound like you haven't read my posts? i've been reblogging so much and talked several times about no forcing!!

give yourself a chance. calm down. you're putting so much pressure on the body-mind to see your Self, BUT IT CAN'T, you are not that which you can observe!! you can't observe Self, THATS WHY THE MIND WILL NEVER GET IT! stop trying to force yourself to see your divinity, just appriciate the divinity you see now (you're literally ALIVE, breathing!! look at the world, you as Self created for YOU. Self fell in love with the character so much it forgot it was not it!!)

you're looking for some woo-woo magical experience that forever changes you - these ideas about enlightenment are not it. whatever ideas about enlightenment the mind had, throw it in the bin.

before enlightenment - chop wood, carry water. after enlightenment - chop wood, carry water!! you'll be going through the world the same, except in how you see the world.

enlightenment is a destruction. its a destruction in how you see the world and yourself. that's it. in the end, you'll feel peace (as others have said so) but you're not there, are you? you're trying to get rid of ego through ego. stop.

you'll never know Self, until you see it yourself. this is through experiments and practise.

stop reading if its frying you're brain. you're entire ask can be solved by "ok i'm gonna take a break this is too much". please the answer to your questions is not some magical shit! this is why i've said before KEEP IT SIMPLE.

this goes to all anons now (not just you anon!) LEARN HOW TO EMOTIONALLY REGULATE YOURSELF. i might just make a big post on this or something.

reading

starting the journey

i've shared this too many times now

another regular article i share

disbelieve

how to let go of vanessa

i'm sorry more ada posts

another one

read this one

LEAVE VANESSA ALONE

[forgedbondspod]

Alright y'all it's day 5! It's time for more talk of the gods and the wonderful people who voice them. This voice actor needs no introduction because I've talked about them so much, but I shall introduce them anyway! Today we're talking Aphrodite and the wonderful @totcoc0a

Aphrodite as you might already know is the goddess of love (among other things). In myths, Aphrodite is forcibly married off to Hephaestus in order to stop people from fighting over her. Aphrodite, however, isn't pleased with this arrangement and cheats on Hephaestus with Ares. I wanted to turn that story on its head and give them both more agency, similar to things that had been done with the myth of Hades and Persephone. Aph and Ares being friends who were forced into a marriage just made sense with this idea, giving them the ability to find other partners without adultery as they didn't actually want to be married. I also wanted to explore Aphrodite as demiromantic in this story. She's the goddess of love and is always pictured as desirable, but what of her desires? Her trying to create strong bonds before falling in love felt fitting to her as a character and was something that I hadn't seen explored before so I decided I'd do it myself.

As mentioned up top, Aphrodite is being played but the incredible Tatiana Gefter! I met Tot last year when she auditioned for my other show, @thefringespod. They fully knocked their audition out of the park and became the show's Marigold (another love goddess, I swear I'm not typecasting you Tot). When I started to turn this idea from a book idea to an audiodrama idea, I immediately started writing Aph with Tot's voice in mind. There is just something so magical about Tot's voice that I had to write another show for her and hope that she would say yes. And luckily for me, they did say yes. They're bringing such a life to Aphrodite and I can't wait for y'all to hear it.

In addition to being in both of my shows, you can hear Tot in her own show, @souloperatorpod which ripped my heart in half (it's incredibly good y'all) as well as The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio, WOE.BEGONE, Wake of Corrosion, and a bunch of other incredible shows because she's so talented

If you would like to support Tot's work in Forged Bonds along with the rest of our amazing cast, you can check out our crowdfunder on indiegogo!

And to Tot specifically: I'm not sure what higher power I believe in but I know for a fact it was a blessing to meet you. You are an incredible friend and a ridiculously talented voice actor and writer. I'm so fucking proud of you and cant believe how lucky I am to be your friend

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 18

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Taglist: @secretly-sirens, @zeeader, @imdoingathingmom, @x-theolivia, @ainsley-official, @huntress-artemiss, @hoohoohope, @ourgoddessathena, @wiintaersoldier, @vine-enthusiast, @afraidofshrimp, @myfturn, @im-better-than-your-newborn, , @mjaudrey, @igotthisasajokeyetimstillhere, @starr60, @coldmermaidhologram, @daenerysluvrr, @viperchick47, @marvelwomen-arehot, @mynightandstars

Sorry to everyone who the tagging isn't working, I'm not sure why but I hope you manage to find this anyway :))

An explosion went off in the distance, drawing the attention of the two individuals inside the large building. 

Thinking that they finally came to get her, Wanda asked, "What is it?"

Vision didn't answer her question. "Stay here, please." And he phased through the walls, going to confront whoever or whatever had triggered the explosion.

Whirling around, Wanda sent a knife flying toward the intruder, the crimson of her chaos magic a glowing blur as the sharp object flew through the air.

As he knocked aside the knife pointed at his face, Clint smiled nonchalantly.  "Guess I shoulda knocked."

"Oh my god," Wanda moved closer to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Disappointing my kids." With a purposeful flourish, Clint shot two arrows to opposite sides of the large room. "I'm supposed to go water-skiing." Clint strode away, pulling Wanda with him. "Cap needs our help. Come on."

"Clint." Vision phased through the wall. "You should not be here."

He turned around. "Really? I retire for, what, like five minutes, and it all goes to shit."

"Please consider the consequences of your actions." Vision moved closer.

"Okay, they're considered." Clint turned to Wanda. "Okay, we gotta go." Electricity crackled as it shot out from the arrows Clint had shot previously, capturing Vision. "It's this way."

Clint realized Wanda wasn't following him and turned around.

She stood there. "I've caused enough problems."

Clint ran back to the young woman. "You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you wanna mope, go to high school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass. Shit."

Vision broke out of the force field and darted forward quickly, punching Clint to the floor.

Clint rose. "I knew I should've stretched." He extended his baton, but the strike was useless, simply going through Vision's form. He struggled to land a blow on Vision but in the end, Vision had him in a headlock. 

"Clint, you can't overpower me."

"I know I cant." His eyes darted to the most powerful person in the room. "But she can."

A pulsing red globe of power was glowing between Wanda's hands as she circled Vision. "Vision, that's enough. Let him go. I'm leaving."

Arms still around Clint's neck, Vision looked at the woman. "I can't let you."

Wanda moved her arms in one fluid motion, contorting the sphere of power she controlled. The Mind Stone in Vision's forehead turned red, and he released Clint from his grasp, looking at his hands questioningly.

"I'm sorry." Wanda moved her hands closer to each other, Vision staggering under her power. 

"If you do this..." he faltered, "they will never stop being afraid of you."

"I can't control their fear, only my own." And with one final movement, she thrusted her arm out, hitting Vision with a beam of pure power and pushing him through the floor. She didn't stop until she was sure he wouldn't be able to stop them from leaving.

Looking down the very large hole that had just been created, Clint sighed. "Oh, come on. We got one more stop."

~~

"Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car." Sharon Carter spoke, eyes on the small blue car Steve had just exited.

"It's low profile."

Sharon faced her car. "Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd." She popped open the trunk, vibranium shield glinting as the light hit it. 

Steve looked at the gear and back at Sharon. "I owe you again."

"Keeping a list." She glanced back at the car Steve had come in, eyes landing on the man who had been brainwashed. "You know, he kinda tried to kill me"

Steve nodded. "Sorry. I'll put that on the list, too."

The two looked at the items in the car, the items that held far too much significance to far too many people to just be pieces of metal. Each one was a symbol; a symbol and a reminder, just like Steve was. 

Steve spoke up, knowing what would happen. "They're going to come looking for you."

"I know." Sharon looked him in the eyes. "But Aunt Peggy would've done the same thing. Hell, she would've figured out how to stop this whole mess and get your team back together.

Steve let a soft laugh fall from his lips. "Yeah, she would have." He stuck out his hand. "Still, thank you."

She shook his hand. "No problem, Captain America." 

~~

"Is that...Thor?" Natasha sounded just as confused as you were. 

"So, I'm not hallucinating." Which meant you had fucked the timeline up (which was your goal) but having Thor come back in Civil War hadn't been what you were aiming for, although you might be able to make it work to your advantage.

"Uhhh..." you watched as he got closer, "Nat, he doesn't look like he's slowing down."

"No, he does not." Natasha moved quickly, grabbing you by the hand and running just in time for Thor to come bursting through the large window with a crash like thunder (which was awfully fitting). Sending shards of glass around the floor where Thor now stood.

You and Natasha stood there, watching as he brushed the glass off himself, hardly a scratch on the new arrival. 

"What are you doing here, Thor?" Natasha questioned, wondering if he had somehow heard about the disagreement between the team. If he had, she wasn't sure which side he would be on but she had the nagging feeling he'd be a little more team Cap than Tony.

Thor grinned, wide and jolly. "Well, I did tell Lady (y/n) I'd be back soon, did I not?"

~~

You forced a smile on your face, trying to appear happy. "I know," you managed, "can you promise to come back soon?" 

You weren't sure if just asking was enough to make a difference, or even if he would be able to follow your request, but you would take any scrap of hope you could because you were not gonna allow everything to end up the same.

Thor smiled at you softly, the first time you've seen him expressing something other than excitement or joy. It was simple fondness and adoration, "I swear to you, I will return.

~~

You were frozen. 

He-

He had come back because you had asked?

You threw your arms around Thor, almost squealing because of the realization that this literal golden retriever of a person had returned just to ease your worries. You didn't understand the hate that Thor got. Like, sure he was arrogant as hell in his first movie, but he went through character development and he became such a sweetheart who always drank his respect women juice. 

Thor was more than happy to hug you back, of course he was. He could never say no to hugs from people he admired and respected. 

"You're pretty awesome, Thor," you said, voice muffled from the hug.

He laughed. "You are too, Lady (y/n)."

Natasha watched with a smile on her face, happy that you were finally smiling like before. Her smile faded when she remembered that she had to call Tony and inform him of the unexpected arrival. 

Sighing, she left the room and made the call.

~~

You watched Natasha leave the room, separating from the hug with Thor as you did so. 

Your head was still pulsing with a mild headache but you were able to ignore it and focus on Thor.

"Okay, so, we kinda gotta go," you told him. "Like, right now."

Thor tilted his head, confused. "Why is that, Lady (y/n)?" 

You tried to figure out how to explain the situation. "Well, there was like this big government thing- actually, long story short, the team is fighting and we have to keep them from breaking up."

"Oh." Thor looked contemplative. "Alright. What must we do?"

You thanked the universe that Thor was such a real one. Any of the other Avengers and you probably would've had to explain a bit more. Thankfully, it was Thor. 

"Uh..." 

What were you going to do?

"We'll figure that out later." You definitely knew what you were doing. "For now, we have to leave."

Thor wasn't stupid. 

Sure, he was oblivious at times and not the greatest at reading social cues, but he wasn't completely dense. He noticed how you waited until the two of you were alone and figured that you were being confined to this- what did the mortals call them? Nevermind that. 

He could see the bags beneath your eyes and the worried set of your jaw. 

"Is there a plan to leave?" Thor asked. "Or shall Mjolnir be of use?"

Mjolnir? Be of use....

No way.

Was he- was he offering to fly the two of you on Mjolnir?

If not for the urgency the situation called for, you would've taken the time to properly process and appreciate the amazing world you'd been dropped in. Unfortunately, you had to hurry up before Nat finished her call.

"I think Mjolnir should definitely be of use." The words bursted from your mouth with all the eagerness of an overexcited toddler. 

Thor smiled at how delighted you seemed, letting out a hardy laugh. "Alright, then. Shall we depart?"

You swallowed, glancing back at the hallway Natasha had disappeared down. 

You had to do this. 

Who knows if any other opportunities would appear? With Natasha and Tony's concern for you, you doubted they'd let you leave, better yet join them at the airport fight scene.

This could be the last chance you got to stop everything from going straight to hell. 

And for that very reason, you mustered up every speck of confidence you had, squared your shoulders, and left with Thor.

(You definitely did not go absolutely batshit when you and Thor flew through the air, pulled by Mjolnir. It reminded you of when Peter had swung you through New York, but instead of the up and down, you were going straight through the air like a bullet in Mario Kart. It was awesome.)

~~

Steve set his eyes on the newest recruit. "They tell you what we're up against?"

"Something about some..." Scott searched for the words, "psycho assassins?"

"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."

~~

Tony answered the call. "What happened?"

Peter looked up, curious. He had been fiddling with his hands the whole ride there, nervous about what he had agreed to and excited to see you again. 

Natasha's voice came through the phone. "Thor is back."

"What?" Tony could hardly comprehend what she had said. "He's back? Why?"

"I don't know, he just got here." Natasha went quiet for a moment, knowing what a threat Thor could pose if he was an opponent.

"Does he know what's happening?" Tony asked, referring to the catastrophe that was the Accords situation. 

"I doubt it." Natasha's voice was clipped. "But, Tony, if he sides with Steve...we can't beat them in a fight. We don't have the numbers and you're already scrounging up teenagers.

Tony winced. "He won't side with Steve- he doesn't know what's happening."

"Tony, they compared him and Bruce to nukes." Natasha reminded him. "You know that Ross sees him as just another weapon. Thor would never take the side of the Accords..."

"What?" Tony prompted, knowing she had more to say.

Natasha hesitated a moment. "Are you sure we're doing the right thing? Even you have to agree that the Accords are seriously flawed."

"I-" Tony could only think of the wreckage they left behind, "- I know they're not perfect. But we need to be regulated. And if we sign we can negotiate for better terms. Steve, the others- they're fugitives now. The only shot we got is to get them to sign it."

"Steve will never sign it. You know that." They both did. "And he isn't the only problem. What do we do about Thor?"

Tony rubbed his temples. "I'll call the others and tell them to meet up back at the hotel, we have to sort this out and do it fast."

Natasha agreed and ended the call, leaving Tony hunched over in his private jet with his head in his hands. 

"Um..." Peter spoke up. "What happened, Mr. Stark?"

Tony looked at the teenager. "We have to make a stop."

"What? Where?"

"One of my hotels. There's a problem," Tony looked him in the eyes. "You'll get to see (y/n), though."

Peter straightened. "Why? Is something wrong? Is she-"

"She's alright," Tony tilted his head. "You care about (y/n) a lot, don't you?"

Peter stiffened at the unexpected question. "Uh, yeah. (y/n)'s one of my best friends."

"Hmm," Tony looked at him through scrutinizing eyes. "(y/n) talks about you a lot, you know. I can't tell you how many times I've heard about how smart you are or how 'sweet' you are."

A flush spread across Peter's face. "She says that? I mean- she's very smart too and awesome-" Peter had to stop himself from babbling.

Tony wasn't blind to how much the teenager before him cared about you. He remembered how panicked Peter had been when you'd been kidnapped. 

He felt himself relax a little.

This kid would be there for you, even if Tony couldn't always.

~~

Steve looked to the sky, hearing the sound of air rushing by incredibly fast. What was actually there, though- he expected something to be there but certainly not what he actually saw-

Was that- was Thor back?

And the person clinging onto him?

He could only assume that was you. 

"Uh, Cap," Sam saw the approaching people too. "Are they on our side?"

"I-" Steve wished he could answer with confidence, but after how he had left you standing there, betrayal in your eyes, he didn't know if you were still on his side.

Quicker than he had expected, you were touching down in front of him, Thor standing beside you. 

"You guys really need to go." You were out of breath from the flight, adrenaline still coursing through you. "They're going to be here soon so you have to leave. Like, now."

It could've been a trap Tony set up.

Steve knew that.

But he looked you in the eyes and couldn't bring himself to believe that you were trying to deceive them.

"Alright." He nodded. "You all heard that, we have to go now." ~~

Shit, Natasha was calling again.

Tony answered the call. "Let me guess, Bruce is back too now-"

"They're gone."

Tony's breath stuttered. "What?"

"(y/n)...Thor...they left."

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“yes daddy” you moan “please cum in me. cum in your pussy. it’s all yours” you barely manage to finish your sentence as jungkook slides inside you with ease and doesn’t hesitate to move his hips when he fills you to the hilt. he moves his hips with much vigor and desperation and you try to keep your voice down but it’s hard when he’s fucking you so good that your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“fuuuuuuckk~” you moan as your boyfriend picks up the pace and pistons his hips faster. jungkook reaches up to pull the straps of your dress down until your breasts are visible. he squeezes them and leans down to suck on your hard nipples and even bite them.

your hands thread through his hair and pull on his locks as he continues to pound into your poor pussy so hard that the bed is rocking against the wall. “k-kook~” you moan trying not to scream his name but neither of you are doing the best to cover the obvious explicit activities the two of you are commencing.

you’re so close to cumming and when jungkook wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes, you nearly cum on the spot. “h-harder daddy”

“r-right th-theree~”

“don’t be scared to be rough with me, daddy. i can take it”

Why are you doing this to him,

he’s so glad that he’s broke you into submission, and now he’s fucking you dumb on his cock, he’s also going insane with how you’re literally drooling, digging your nails into his back, it’s got him feeling so good.

“S-Say that you’re mine..” he’s back to attacking your neck with his mouth, still rocking his hips to a fast pace, fucking you like his life depends on it- you’re also clenching around him so tightly it’s almost like he can never get out of your heat

And he doesn’t want to. You just looked way too good tonight, and he still can’t get the image of you and namjoon interacting together out of his head.

Jungkooks teeth sink into your sensitive skin avd he sucks a hickey onto it, marking you up because you’re his. “Mine.. a-all mine.” He almost growls when you give him the permission to go rougher on you.

You are magic.

So now he’s got you pinned on the bed, while still buried deep inside you, going at it like an animal because he can’t stop, he needs you so much. And Jungkook loves you so much too but he’s fucking you right now like he hates your guts.

“He CANT have you.” He’s talking to himself, letting his frustrations out on you in the most pleasurable way possible, and now he’s about to cum.

So he starts to cry, while and groan as he peppers kisses all over your neck, licking all over, beads of sweat falling from his long locks. “‘m about to cum Princess… oh you feel so good- ah fuck..” his eyes are rolling back, he’s seeing stars.

And this time the fear of getting you pregnant isn’t looming over his brain- if anything he wants to knock you up- that’s the only way you’ll be tied to him forever, so he immediately starts to fuck into you harder, slamming into your cunt, “g-gonna knock you up.. Princess..” he smirks to himself.

Oh and he’s cumming.

Jungkook feels like he’s high as he finally releases and then soon after you’re cumming along with him- creating a mess but he loves it so much.

“Oh I-I love you so much.”

His head falls over to your shoulders while you’re both still shaking from the euphoria. He’s hugging your body against his so tightly.

Just like he should.

[lollythelazyperson]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR LEGO MONKIE KID SEASON 5

so I’ve finally finished watching all of lmk season 5, and…

…I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT SHIT… 😭😭😭

LIKE- (starting w/ ep. 7 here since ep. 6 doesn’t have much happen in it iirc) we FINALLY get to learn what MK is/how he was created, LBD sorta shows up and the eye demon guy reveals to mk what all those visions meant(yk, mk literally sacrificing himself for the world n all), the show references wukong and macaque’s fight thingymajigy in jttw, then in ep. 8 mk can control the jade emperor’s power(or was that ep. 7? idrk man), the fuckin uh snake demon guy reveals the first two things i said to everybody else, but he also reveals/mk figures out that [snake guy] actually FREED MK FROM THE STONE WAAAAY EARLIER THAN NEEDED(snake guy also has some lore which kinda makes him interesting but that isn’t the point here)…

and in ep. 9, well- there’s no big lore drop except at the end, but so i’ll kinda summarize it instead. macaque first tries to stop mk from doin the whole sacrifice but fails, and eventually the others have to stop/stall snake guy while wukong tries to stop mk instead. he fails and mk encounters nuwa, who reveals the whole… “pillars in peril? pillars saved by mk? oh, well, that means the whole world has to start over cuz there are no more beings strong enough to handle the stones now, so the world’s gotta make new ones.” thing to him(which is the lore drop basically).

finally, in ep. 10, well(i shall also summarize this one)…

everyone thinks mk died(but macaque mutters “wukong”… 👀👀), meanwhile mk goes “NAH, IMMA DO MY OWN THING, ANS YOU CANT STOP ME!!!!!!!!” to nuwa basically, and comes out of the pillar alive. wukong catches mk when the latter starts to fall, so (mostly) everybody goes in for a group hug- but considering the world’s basically ending… they hold hands for the last time- and wukong is LEGIT ABOUT TO GET MACAQUE TO HOLD HIS HAND, WHEN FUCKIN SNAKE GUY INTERRUPTS THE MOMENT SJ2JZIWISIAOLAKAKAJQJSI LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT SMH- …….oh right anyways. they(the others, not snake guy) decide to share the power of the stones with everyone due to mk convincing them of it, but then snake guy drags mk into the pillar- and they have a weird conversation that’s basically snake guy goin “…this has only just begun. good luck, kid. you’ll need it.” to mk and then literally pushing him off and back outta the pillar.

the last few minutes of the episode is basically the aftermath of that. people now have cool magic powers(nobody is gonna use em for bad, definitelyyyyy /hj /lh), flyingbark reference through a flying dog, and some of the monkie kids(everybody but the monkeys themselves basically) are just chillin n talkin. meanwhile, mk n wukong talk bout what’s gonna happen next or sum(can’t exactly remember what specifically, I just remember mk startin the convo like that) but when mk starts to cry wukong hugs him.

then, we get an outro-monologue thingy from tang- and what we see durin it is basically this;

1; macaque is in court with the ten kings(?)- his powers have been affected by snake guy.

2; pigsy n mk are just havin a nice time addin a new photo to the photo album.

3; nezha and his dad are helpin handlin stuff in the celestial realm,

4; finally, the monkie kids/mk’s crew + redson + the two monkeys are havin a lil celebration somewhere… but in the very end, macaque sees how mk’s staff is also affected by snake guy’s powers(?).

so like- YEAH, I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER. ……OR LEGIT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE LATER HALF OF SEASON 5.

but it’s preeeeetty late for me rn and I cannot stay up(gotta wake up early tmr) today, so if I have anything else I wanna say I’ll probs just will do that in another post.

so gn! drink water, eat food, and have a great day/night! :D

cya’ll in the next post!

[yaoxsblog]

Nothing is canon in hetalia so I’m making my own list of headcanons regarding worldbuilding and al that whimsical stuff

I should probably mention this is inspired by THE worldbuilding hc post, I reblog it all the time but just in case you haven’t read it (how could you), you can do that here

Oh also umm all of these are both serious and not. Take them all with a grain of salt as they say. Im just having fun

I think thats it… lets go

Their body temperature depends on their climate. Sort of. Technically they all have a normal body temp, but you know how some people are always cold? In that way.

I think it’s canon actually that climates influence the general character of a personifications… although romano exists… so maybe not…. Not sure about that one.

They don’t get sick, in fact I hc they CANT get sick with normal human diseases. Their well being depends on the state of their people/the country. They get „sick” from wars, rebellions, econimic issues etc.

They can’t reproduce. Except for the times they can. Because egypt.

They exist as long as people feel connected to the idea of a „nation” or otherwise feel connected to that identity. Even if they „die”, as long as there are people who consider themselves a certain nationality, they can come back to life.

I’m partial to the idea of some of them appearing just because they were created artificially… like brčko. I will never actually talk more about her all you get is cryptic little puzzle pieces of info about her. Anyways she magically appeared when some documents were signed because funny

I’m unsure what happens when a nation is wiped out. Like when every person who was once a part of that nation either dies or stops identifying with it… maybe they get sick and die but maybe instead they turn into a human and slowly age, then die as the last person of that nationality….

They need to eat sleep etc but can go without doing any of that for longer periods of time than normal humans

They have hobbies and interests and can love humans but have no ambition or desire to live. Not even an animal like urge to live to pass something on. Because they really can’t. They exist to live and to vibe only. And despite no aspiration to live they will beg for mercy if you put a knife to their throat…. Hah… thats so weird

Immensly calming aura to normal people. Probably works better on people of their own nationality, they bring a sort of inspirational energy to the room. I feel as thought they inspired poets and artists, and all those works dedicated to the idea of a nation were actually about a being…

Despite being able to die (technically, even if not permanently) it takes them hundreds of years to understand the concept of death.

Same with aging, it makes no sense how a human deteriorates in, say, 60 years. How little that is, compared to their own age.

Wait, I have a comic I like that describes this well - here

Theyre not inherently violent. At least not most of them. Their wants don’t always align with what the people want but what can they do other than oblige. Yea

Not that important but they can totally have altered states. Half of them are high 24/7

Mentioned it before but they get, or at least most of them used to - get attached to their leaders. It wears off the older they get because they simply get used to the fact they change so often, at least from their perspective

Most of them are pretty open with the fact theyre not humans. If you ask them i image most would just go haha yea thats me I’m 6969 years old lol

I’m very much aware that the rule which i think is canon based on one ep…. That pgysica age related to land mass, is stupid bullshit and generally doesn’t apply in half the cases. And therefore I’ll say to me, I just accept whatever canon physical age you want to give to a character. Whatever reason you want for it is acceptable too.

Thats it for now :PP

[ariswolfram]

Who the fuck am i?

Guess what, this post is here to explain that.

As a reminder:

You can use my stories, species, and lore as long as you give credit to me.

Hello! I am Aris!

I am the writer and storyteller for a very extensive setting, which i like to call either the Singural Hyperion, or (most recently) Asterium Prima.

Every story, book, and other piece of media i make is intertwined into this story in one way or another. Always leading back the main crew you might find me talking about a lot.

I have over 600 characters (its a problem, i know), each with their own background and storyline.

Alongside that, i have hundreds of different factions/empires that interact with each other in different ways. And, just about 100 Deities in a self-made pantheon called the "Hyperion Astra" (including Athena, though she has a very different domain).

My setting works with possibilities and change a lot.

It has a fully functional timeline (with the current "present" year being in the 18,900's), with time travel being a common factor in everything.

Alongside that, i have made a planescape for factors determining how the "material plane" or "mortal coil" functions, and a Dimension system, for even more chaos cause why not :)

My setting is a mixture between Sci-fi and fantasy, while also heavily being Xenofiction in nature.

Most of the time, you will see the setting interacting with its self in space, across various different systems, sectors, galaxies, universes, and multiverses.

BUT WHY STOP THERE??

Ever heard of the omniverse theory?

Its effectively a group of space that is a collective of multiverses together.

Each Omniverse is inherently different than another, as if a different type of story all together. For instance: Singularity (the main omniverse i work with) is like our real world, only if it was heavily reliant on magic tech.

Meanwhile, Wylrin is effectively completely comprised of the Fae, and Fae entities.

Each omniverse is a different story medium.

If you cant tell, i like changing my stories up. I like writing different things.

Another thing that helps, is the timelines.

The main timeline which is considered "cannon" is called the "Major". This timeline is effectively the master branch for all others. Changes done to the Major changes all other timelines.

Every event done by every person creates a split in the timeline, one split being one result of their actions, and another split being a different result.

This can range from small things, like choosing between tea and coffee. Or large things, like choosing to betray someone or not.

This gives me infinite timelines, and infinite possibilities. Which i personally find a lot of fun exploring.

I like to expand on and build my story. And so you may see me posting a lot of random things based around it.

One thing you have to keep in mind though, is i love to take suggestions, and i love to use prompts. Ask me anything or give me a prompt, and i am sure to answer!

Anyways, that is all for now. Though i may update this in the future. Cya!