#and I thought I should have drawn very few profiles

[asaka-lucy-touhou]

久しぶりにWindowsのPCを使うことができたので高校生ぐらいの時期に描いた絵が保存されているHDDの中身を開いたけど、記憶にある絵もあるけどほんとうにまったく描いた記憶がない絵があってびっくり。ちょっといいかもと思ったやつだけ適当に並べておきます: It had been a while since I had been able to use a Windows PC, so I opened the contents of my hard drive where I had saved pictures I had drawn when I was in high school. Some of the pictures I remember, but I was surprised to find that I really don't remember drawing them at all. There were a lot of unbearably bad or messy drawings, but there were some decent ones, so I'll leave them here:

In the picture below, the Alice on the left is the one I drew the line art and my friend colored, and the Alice on the right is the one my friend drew the line art and I colored:

Below is a drawing of Alice wearing Marisa's outfit, and on the left is Marisa wearing Alice's outfit drawn by my friend:

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for attacking someone on Artfight? I am female, 31. There's this event called Artfight in which you can draw people's ocs as a ways of making points for your team. I've been participating in Artfight since Tea vs. Coffee and haven't had a problem until last Artfight.

I typically prefer to attack using the random character button and I found a really cute character that was someone's sona that was a dog. It had really nice colors that mixed well with my fursona's colors so I checked their permissions to see if they were okay with their characters/sonas being drawn with others. They were! They even encouraged and really wanted interactions of their characters or sonas with other people's characters or sonas. What caught my eye was that they also encouraged speciesswap too which I thought was cool. My sona is a pooltoy dog so I thought it'd be cool if I speciesswapped their sona to be a pooltoy too! I drew up the attack and posted it, but even after a few days they never commented on it. I noticed they commented on other attacks they got after mine so I thought they had missed it, alright no big deal. I'm not attacking for comments, I'm attacking for fun. Well, I attacked them again later in the month since I had time and I had saved another character of theirs earlier since it was part of a closed species I was apart of, but when I went to submit I realized they had blocked me. I know block evading is wrong now and shouldn't have bothered after realizing but I didn't know at the time, so I contacted them on tumblr to ask what was up if they were upset with me. They called me a proshipper and a freak and a pedo, saying I was disgusting for that attack. I was very confused and upset, so I asked what was wrong with it to see if I could fix it and they said I'm a freak for making fetish art of their sona when it's personal to them and they have stated in their permissions absolutely no fetish content since they're a minor.

Here's where I believe I am the asshole. It is true I do have a pooltoy fetish, but you have to search outside of my Artfight profile to find it. Even so, I keep my NSFW pooltoy work to one outside profile, everything else I ever draw outside of that specific profile, my pooltoy artwork is completely SFW. And I will add their age was not listed anywhere on their Artfight page but even then the art I made was not meant to be fetishic nor did I think it would come off as so? It was just two pooltoy animals having fun. Even so, they told me they reported the attack as soon as they realized, said a few more nasty things to me then blocked my tumblr. I began to think I may have been the asshole as a few people I know have said I should prepare in case that kid and their friends make a PSA on me which is making me think this may have been more severe then I'm thinking it was.

So tl;dr, I have a pooltoy fetish, I drew me and this person's sonas as pooltoys as an Artfight attack since it wasn't against their permissions, and they even encouraged it. They then called me a freak, blocked me and reported my attack. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[ikeromantic]

Kenshin - Heat 🥵

for @scruffymctee This one is quite spicy. A little hotter than I intended when I sat down to write xD Approx. 1400 words of some very NSFW time with Kenshin.

Kenshin found Mai in the garden. He watched her from the castle eaves as she walked along the garden paths, checking on the new plants. Only a few months ago, this space was reduced to sand and rock. The casualty of a - a misunderstanding. Kenshin still felt a slight wobble in his gut as he thought about her getting hurt, but he understood now. 

There were days when he still wanted to wrap her in soft blankets and lock her away in a place nothing could touch her. Well, nothing but him. He loved her too much to put her beyond his reach, and she made clear she wasn’t having it anyway. Kenshin smiled, remembering her fierce love. 

She noticed him in that same moment and smiled back. “Did you finish your work for the day?”

“I did.” He stepped fully into the garden. The afternoon sun was warm, a golden heat that seeped into him as he moved from shade into the light. 

Mai gestured to the flowerbeds. “I’ll be done here soon. Then, if you want, maybe we can have dinner together?”

Kenshin nodded. As if that was even a question. Of course they would have dinner together. “You could come with me now. There are servants to care for the gardens.You don’t need to do this on your own.”

“I know.” She gave a soft laugh. “But I like seeing them grow and feeling like I had a hand in it. Besides, I kind of feel like this is my garden now. Destroyed and rebuilt all because of me.” 

“Then I should help too.” He moved to stand beside her, his gaze flitting from the seedlings to his love and back again. “What are we doing?”

Mai pointed to the soil. “I’m making sure it’s aerated and that they have enough water.” She handed him a small stick with three pointy ends. “Here, you can poke and I’ll water.”

They spent the next several minutes moving slowly along the flowerbeds. Kenshin didn’t think he would like such work, but doing it alongside Mai made all the difference. He could smell her light perfume, and watch the tumble of her hair as she bent forward over the plants. Sometimes, their arms or hips would brush up against each other, sending a pleasant electric tension curling through him. 

At the end of the flowerbed, where the path curved along an inner wall, she stopped. There was a bench here and Mai sat down on it with a happy sigh. “I think that’s all of them.”

Kenshin sat beside her, his eyes drawn to her face in profile. The line of her nose, the curve of her lips. He found himself still in awe of her. Of this - a life he’d never expected and did not deserve. She’d taken the broken pieces of him and helped him put them back together. There was no term of endearment, no words that could encompass how he felt about her.

“Hm? Do I have something on my face?” Mai rubbed at her cheek. 

She was so adorable that he couldn’t help himself. Kenshin hugged her, pulling her up onto his lap so that he could hold her more tightly. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed the spot beneath her ear.

Mai squirmed and giggled. “Hey! What’s this all of the sudden?”

“It’s not sudden.” He tilted his head to regard her. “I wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she glanced down, suddenly embarrassed. “I - you know, you can’t just go saying things like that to a girl. It does things to my heart.”

“Good things?” He kissed the edge of her jaw. 

“Yeah.” She sighed happily and turned her face back to him, presenting her perfectly kissable mouth.

Kenshin took the invitation. His lips met hers with hunger. A desperation for her touch, for her body, that could never be satiated. It was a bonfire in his soul that burned for her every moment of every day. And when he could finally have what he desired, it only added fuel to that fire. 

Mai gasped at the intensity of his kiss, but did not shy away. Her need for him met his own. Her hands ran along his shoulders, down his upper back. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, demanding.

He gave her all that he was with his lips and tongue. His hand slipped beneath her kimono and up her thigh, caressing her. He brushed the edge of her soft mound, barely hidden beneath the linen she wore under her clothes. 

That was when she did pull back, her eyes wide. “Kenshin! Not in the garden. What if someone sees? Or hears us?”

Kenshin’s lips curved up in a small, certain smile. “No one will interrupt. And I do not care what they hear.” 

This seemed to satisfy Mai’s moment of worry. She wiggled in his lap until her legs draped around his hips, leaning in to kiss him again.

He took the invitation and let his hand slip higher still, fingers delving into her depths. Heat and silk met his touch as he sought the little bead of her pleasure. Her gasp told him when he’d found it. His world shrunk to the fire of her lips and the pleasure he stoked with the strumming of his fingers below. The feel of her rocking against him, the breathy moans he devoured with his kisses. 

She called his name and cried out for god, made wordless, desperate sounds as he drew her on and out. His long, slim fingers curled inside her, thrusting in, sliding slowly out as she gripped him. All the while, his thumb stroked a rhythm on that hard little pearl. 

Kenshin felt her arch and tense, then came the tremors of her pleasure. He kissed her, his tongue plunging as deep into her mouth as his fingers did below. It was as if he sank into her, drowning in her pleasure, in this one perfect blaze of heat and passion. But he wanted more. Would have more. 

The linen undergarments tore easily as he pulled them away. Mai pushed his own clothes out of her way, as eager for what came next as he. “I love you,�� he said hoarsely, his voice straining with desire and a passion too big for his heart to encompass. 

“I know,” Mai breathed. And then she sank down onto him and he lost himself in her. The heat between her legs, the softness of her breasts, her mouth on his. Every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine as she rode him. Her pace was slow, as taunting as his fingers had been only moments before. 

Kenshin ached for release, but she denied him, drawing him out as he had her. But he was not so patient in seeking his own pleasure. He stood and in one step had her pressed back against the garden wall. 

Mai laughed softly and then moaned as he took advantage of the new position. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding to him as he impaled himself with brash, eager thrusts, taking care to run the length of his cock against her bead of pleasure. It made every motion a torment of sensation. Filled with him, jolted by that hard length caressing her most sensitive spot. She trembled, her hips arching to meet him. 

He felt her rising tension, the edge of another climax, one he would meet with his own. Kenshin buried his face between her breasts, kissing and licking the inner slopes, his lips seeking the hard points of her nipples as he nudged aside the frustrating fabric of her clothes. 

Pleasure, when it came, hit him with a blinding intensity. Between one thrust and the next, his body came alive with heat. A roaring fire that burned through him into her. His body shook with it, his back arched. He muffled the breathy groan against her chest as she curled against him, shuddering in her own pleasure. 

Exhausted and soaked with sweat, Kenshin leaned against her, his hands braced on the wall. 

“We need a bath,” Mai breathed. “Gardening is dirty work.”

Kenshin laughed softly. “Well worth it.” He kissed her gently, savoring her mouth. Perhaps they could stay here for a bit longer, he thought. His legs shook a bit but there was still the bench . . .

Mai broke the kiss to give him a warning look. “Don’t even think about it. If we’re going for another round, it is going to be after I get clean.” 

“Then we should hurry to the bath.” He let her to the ground slowly, already missing the feel of her in his arms. 

[colourful-jack]

Paper Talk Special: YOSHIHARA Rieko's interview (1989)

“Riki is an almost full-grown black panther”

YOSHIHARA Rieko has written in a wide variety of genres, from high-school stories to fantasy and science fiction. If there is one thing her characters, like Aki and Kacchan or Iason and Riki, have in common, it’s their impressive charisma. We had the opportunity to ask her more about Ai no kusabi in this interview.

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Pen name’s origin: My birth name. My family name changed when I got married, so I thought “nobody would know it’s me!”.

Date of birth: October 4th, 1954

Blood type: B

Place of birth and residence: born in Fukuoka Prefecture, living in Kumamoto Prefecture

What made you send your manuscript to the magazine: It had been a long night…

1. What made you start writing Ai no kusabi?

I didn’t really… want to write about “pure love” in a science fiction setting (ah ah ah), because I wanted to write about an “encounter” than would not just be casual, the bonds it would create and the various feelings they would draw along.

2. Which character can you empathize with the most?

Probably Riki, as one could expect. Because, even though he has a sharp tongue and is quite mature, his way of thinking is fundamentally straight. Him running around struggling yet unable to act, because he’s caught between two feelings of different natures, makes him seductive, I like it.

3. What is your favourite scene? And what is a line you like?

My favourite, hmm… It would have to be the scene where Katze cries while stifling his voice. But I also cannot put aside the scene where Riki is kept waiting in vain in the rain by Guy… As for the lines, those would be “there’s no way I’m letting him die alone” or “you may be able to look the other way despite everything, but I… wouldn’t be worth more than trash if I did. I couldn’t go on living.”

4. Could you tell us about the creation process of the characters, like Riki and Iason? (size, weight, blood type, date of birth, etc.)

I had their personality roughly figured out, so I didn’t think about their finer characteristics, but…

Riki: Because he’s a slum mongrel, I pictured him as an almost full-grown black panther. Not frail, but slender and lithe. As for his appearance, his intelligence shines through the strength of his obstinate spirit, that’s all.

Iason: Since he’s an absolutely perfect member of the elite and the Black Market’s king, he should definitely be like the God of the Sun Apollo, but raised in the depths of the sea (or something). He’s shrewd and good-looking, incredibly proud, and wouldn’t collapse under any circumstances. Regarding his height, all things considered, he’s a head taller that Riki.

Guy: In my first draft, he was a tolerant and broad-minded herbivorous felid… that was my intention, but I wonder where and how things went wrong.

Raoul: His looks, intellect and handsomeness are on par with Iason’s. He has a sense of humour and, even more than Iason, nerves of steel.

Katze: Went from being raised in the slums to being a Furniture in Eos to being a broker on the black market. Putting aside the protagonists, he’s the one with the most dramatic life, so that’s probably why I gave him a tragic handicap, like being a scarface or being a man without manhood…

Kirie: Representing slum dwellers in their late teens, he’s overconfident and reckless. He has a very limited worldview, so he’s the most fragile yet also the most dangerous character.

5. Concerning the way you chose the characters’ names, you previously said you were “drawn to the “dragon” kanji”, were you fixated on something like that for Ai no kusabi?

This time I wanted to give them names that would fit their character, so… I gave Riki a name conveying “power” (riki is one of the few ways to read the kanji meaning “power”), I named Iason after a hero from Greek mythology, and Guy after the goddess of the Earth, Gaia, for his ability to embrace everything. But when you list them, they’re not consistent. All things considered, you could say they’re just far-fetched choices, ah ah ah…

6. Writing Ai no kusabi, what did you enjoy? What did you find difficult?

For the most of it, the story was ever changing with the characters’ feelings, so until I had reached the ending, I had fun worrying (somehow) while writing. Difficult things that would bring wrinkles to my forehead, I tend not to think too much about them.

7. A number of different types of Pet Rings appear in readers’ four-case mangas, but how do you picture them yourself?

No, well, when it comes to Riki’s, its basic image was something like Sun Wukong’s circlet. Looking at it like this makes Journey to the West quite salacious too… don’t you think?

8. Could you tell us your thoughts about the cassette adaptation?

I thought “Are you sure we can really do that?”… but when it became real, well, I mean, ah ah ah, what could I say? As you know, this work involves many human relationships, some violent lines, and it’s quite heavy on that. “How can we make all that fit in 60 minutes?” I wondered… When I heard the tape for the first time, it dawned on me that letters and voices are truly two completely different things, obviously. I wrote it, so it’s weird for me to say that, but I thought “can I really make Mr SEKI and Mr SHIOZAWA say those things?”… on the other hand, when I wondered what faces they made then, Tokyo felt so far away… So those were my thoughts. But everyone used their beautiful voice to give impassioned performances, so I’m very happy!

9. And lastly, what is June to you?

A breather between child rearing and house chores, a teatime friend… or something like that. (October 1989)

[prolix-yuy]

PedroStories HallowReads Celebration 

A Spooky Salute to Writers! 

There are literally hundreds of fics out here that have stolen my heart, but here are a few of my favorites. Forgive me if I wax poetic about some of these, but I think you'll love them just as much!

For other stories I've loved, check out my fic rec tag!

🎃 Here are my recommendations for @pedrostories’ HallowReads Celebration 🎃

My favourite fanfics I read this year

Point A to Point B by @amywritesthings Description: Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. Absolutely no problems whatsoever. My thoughts: My space sister even when she's off in another galaxy far far away (aka another fandom), Point A to Point B was one of the first Din series I read that was in progress at the time I started. Nothing made me quite as excited as giving my blow-by-blow reactions to Amy's spectacular story, and I'll come back to a few of those...ahem...firsts time and time again. The writing style is crisp and gorgeously detailed, and I love her religious Din so very much.

Lie to Me by @iamskyereads Description: A recent transfer to the DEA from the FBI makes you a target of hazing from your co-workers. Choosing to forget your bad first day at a bar puts you on a path towards meeting a new acquaintance. An expert on deception and psychological profiling, you are adept at catching liars. What happens when an increasingly stressful work environment begins to test the limits of your personal life and the one man at the center of it all, Javier Peña? Afterall, everybody lies about something. But how many are you keeping from yourself? An AU of Season 3 of Narcos My thoughts: Skye writes some of my favorite "it's canon now" stories, and Lie to Me is a shining example of what her creative mind can do with Season 3 plus an incredible reader character. I have never read a story where the reader was so different than me but also someone I'd so badly like to be that I could really imagine it to be true. Plus her Javi is so thoroughly rendered in perfect introspection I half expect scenes from the show to have Carino in the background. A must read!

Surrender by @ezrasbirdie Description: Weeks after the events in Kansas City, Joel and Ellie stumble across a woman lost in the Nebraska wilderness. With her knack for foraging and unending patience for Ellie's ceaseless questions, Daisy quickly becomes an asset on their journey. But between Joel's capriciousness towards her presence and Ellie's fierce loyalty to her guardian, she can't help but question her place with her new companions--especially when she catches Joel's gaze lingering more and more when he thinks she isn't looking. My thoughts: Listen, I know there's a lot of Joel out there right now, but this Joel? You need to read this Joel. A glorious character study of an intensely broken man finding a new start through the eyes of a complex and powerfully realized OC. There are whole chapters that have me in a chokehold, and the pain is so stunningly offset by the beauty they find in each other. One of my favorite things Birdie has written (and there are lots to choose from!)

Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried Description: Dumped and drowning in a summer storm, you duck inside a coffee shop to hide from your broken heart. Covered in plants and hand drawn images over exposed brick, it seems like a slice of heaven. The owner brings you a blueberry muffin and a promise; you’ll fall in love with him before the new year. My thoughts: How can I not mention the story I salivated over every week waiting for a new chapter? This Dieter has all of the hallmarks of canon Dieter with so much more depth and a unique twist to his character that works perfectly in this sort-of AU. Every description is lush and ripe, sensuality used to lull you into horny heaven. Gorgeously realized and a wonderful contained read again and again.

Intimidation Tactics by @whataperfectwasteoftime Description: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief.   My thoughts: Penny came out of the gate SWINGING with this series. Marcus and Dave's chemistry is electric, and the three of them together weave attraction and devotion into something much more grounded and confident than I expected. Their relationship blossoms so fully I can't imagine it any other way.

Wild Abandon by @starlightmornings Description: Post-WWII, set in the Great Smoky Mountains of Western North Carolina. Ezra Joe Collins came home from the war looking to hide away in the wilderness. His simple, quiet life is turned upside down when you show up in his garden, hungry and desperate, with nowhere else to go. What starts out as a grudging friendship quickly transforms into something that will knit your very souls together — but as you soon discover, such a bond comes at great cost. My thoughts: Kaylie's masterful execution of this thematic story kept me on the edge of my seat for weeks! The setting and voice is some of the most unique writing I've come across, and the threads she weaves together to make the full picture come to light had me gasping. Plus Ezra is the perfect balance of hedonistic and mysterious, just the way I like him.

Beloved fanfics with my comfort characters

First Class to Tatooine by @mandosmistress Description: You’re a flight attendant who’s so entranced by your melancholy, beskar-clad passenger that you decide to cheer him up with some first class treatment. And although the Mandalorian seems to think he can forget his woes between your legs if he tries hard enough, despair and violence seem to follow him no matter how hard he tries to shake them. My thoughts: Mari's fic was some of the first I read in the fandom and if I'm ever missing Din I come back to this story. Her young Din fics are transcendent, but I'm so in love with this post-TBOBF story and the angst she pulls out of it.

Kinktober 2022 by @chaoticgeminate Description: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you. Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it. You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet. My thoughts: Who doesn't want to live in a world where some happy accidents bring you together with Javi Gutierrez in a sexy funfest full of feelings, healthy relationship conversations, and mind-blowing smut? Plus Kelly made me almost cry several times featuring my beloved Murch in her stories and now our RCs are best friends forever.

Palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin Description: Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you’d booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need. My thoughts: Palomino is a triumph of a fic by the incredibly talented Cee that is a must-read if you like anything horsey. Even if you don't, come for the soft-spoken cowboy we were robbed of in TGC and their adventures together. Cee took so many unique turns that had me intrigued with my heart clenching at each new chapter, and the ending is truly something beautiful.

Fanfics I wish more people knew about

Calculated Risks by @pedrito-friskito Description: I took a calculated risk, but fuck, am I bad at math aka - this started as friends with benefits but you’re ridiculously good in bed and not as much of an asshole as originally thought and now I’m kind of in love with you? a saga. My thoughts: Kay's Dieter is a chaotic mess in the best way, and she pairs him with someone just as messy and perfect for him. They traverse some highs and lows together, but the love is so carefully threaded through you have to root for them.

Vibes by @mandoblowmybackout Description: Sex toys, Din Djarin, neurodivergent reader and so many feelings? What's not to love? My thoughts: The number of times I've closed my eyes and thought of scenes from this series is too large to count. As sexy as the concept sounds, the trust and care that Ash takes to give these two the love they deserve is even more exhilarating.

Kitten by @boliv-jenta Description: The reader meets Nico at a swingers party. Will he just scratch an itch or carve a place in her life? My thoughts: Liv has so many fics I adore, but the exploration of Nico as a character and how his and Kitten's experimentation grows is just masterful. Plus she gives us one of my favorite OC side characters and so many twists and turns I was gobbling up each addition the moment they came out!

Fanfics with my favourite trope/AU

Love Triangles by @littlemisspascal Description: Soulmates with Identifying Marks AU, including a ridiculous amount of pining, misunderstandings, and Dieter being Dieter. My thoughts: Rae's writing never fails to make me feel the widest spectrum of emotions. This AU is so fun and thoughtfully fleshed out, with a wild but kind Dieter, hilarious nicknames, and a soulmate twist that had me a gooey mess by the end.

Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman Description: A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit. My thoughts: I read this around the holidays and it was the perfect treat for my time-travel-Pero-loving heart! The world Leslie creates is so warm and homey I want to live in it always. Plus big gruff Pero melting down for Tessa makes me want to cry, it's so wonderful.

A Galaxy Far Far Away by @grogusmum Description: This fic is as much a story about Din, Grogu, and Reader as it is a little love letter to an old home of mine, during an idyllic time in my life. As with most authors, there are characters who are a reflection of them, and that is certainly so for reader characters in fics. And it is so here, but only a little, but the cottage, the town, the festivities are directly from life. I hope they come across kind of like characters in their own right. My thoughts: Every time I get a new piece of this story it melts me again. The love in this is quiet and gentle, and Grogu is a sweet little menace we adore. The slow growth of love is truly the star, and I'll forever want to live in this town with a big teddy bear of a man and his mischievous son.

The Language of Flowers by @lowlights Description: You’re the only daughter of a wealthy Victorian family living in the countryside. The head gardener, Din, catches your eye and your heart. A series of clandestine rendezvous put both of your futures in jeopardy. One question persists: could you ever truly be together? (A Din Djarin AU) My thoughts: Gardener!Din owns my heart, my nethers, a large piece of my brain. The Victorian vibes are off the CHARTS, and while there's the looming doom of their secret relationship always present, I still fall back in love every time.

Fanfics I NEED to read

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop by @oonajaeadira Description: Set a couple of years after the events of the film. Ezra owns a bookshop. You walk in. My thoughts: This has been on my TBR forever and I feel like I need to set aside a day to just binge it. I know it'll make me soft. I know it'll give me all the feels. I just need to prepare myself for it, preferably with a warm drink and a cozy corner to melt in.

Meant to Be by @radiowallet Description: Oberyn Martell has spent his life as a second-born prince enjoying all the pleasures that Dorne has to offer, staving off any notion of an arranged marriage under the guise of searching for his soulmate. But after defeating The Mountain and avenging his sister's untimely death, Oberyn returns home to his brother still without a true heir. And so Doran states his plan: To name Oberyn Lord of Sunspear and have him take a wife, soulmates and lovers be damned. So what happens when the fates of Westeros send him an independent and troublesome woman from the north that just happens to fit the title of both bride and soulmate? Which feelings does one bow to? To bend or to break? And what does it truly mean to be meant? My thoughts: Cat's unique take on a Soulmate AU with an unlikely Pedro boy has been tantalizing me for months! And to hear her say that it's one of the formative stories that's developed her unique voice just makes me want to read it more!

Clean Sheet by @haylzcyon Description: Former FBI agent turned tortured crime-author Marcus Pike has never gotten the hang of complacency. The weight of monotonous days stuck writing a loveless character into predictable plotlines is heavy - but he finds ways to shoulder it. Newly divorced and the owner of a print shop where Marcus orders copies of his working drafts, a slip-up in order packaging sparks a fast blooming friendship between you, and reveals a side to Marcus that you've only dreamt of. My thoughts: AUTHOR MARCUS AUTHOR MARCUS I know this is going to get me yearning and I cannot wait for him to meet-cute his way into my heart.

Like a Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian Description: monster!Din, sort of a dark Beauty and the Beast AU My thoughts: Oh god. Oh godddddd. Monster!Din. I can't. I need a minute. I'm gonna be such a problem after this story and I need to be ready for that. I'm looking so disrespectfully at this story Simone.

Thank you to each and every writer who's on this list (plus dozens more) and whose words are forever imprinted in my brain, for better or worse. Happy Spooky Season!

[meowjaa]

✧ stalker-ish ✧

warnings: mentions of stalking, 18+ mdni, mention of fake users, instagram (LOL)

context: levi ackerman fem!reader - y/n having a huge thing for levi and stalking his instagram account but plot twist levi was stalking y/n too?!

a/n: I got my new keyboard its teal and white its so cuteee but anyways enjoy my loves!! <33

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and tea enveloped Y/N as she sat at her usual table in the corner of Rose Cafe. She peeked up from her book, heartbeat quickening when she spotted him strolling through the door right on schedule - 8am on the dot, like clockwork.

Levi Ackerman. Just the sight of him took Y/N's breath away. His piercing steel gray eyes that contrasted strikingly with his jet black undercut hair. The way he carried himself with an aura of mystery and magnetism.

Y/N yearned to talk to him, to unravel all his intriguing layers. But she could barely muster the courage to meet his gaze, intimidated by his brooding allure.

So instead, she had crafted a fake Instagram account - "tea_lover_89" using it to lurk and fawn over Levi's profile anonymously. Scrolling feverishly though artsy shots of graffiti murals, bookstore shelves, rainy city streets. Pausing on the occasional moody black and white selfie that left her pulse racing.

This morning, as always, Y/N pulled up Levi's page first thing, double-tapping his latest post a hazy nightscape of neon signs reflecting off wet pavement.

"Gorgeous shot," she typed out in the comments from her alter ego account before locking her phone and attempting to refocus on her book. But soon her eyes drifted up, irresistibly drawn back to the real-life version just a few tables away.

Little did Y/N know, Levi's eyes were also stolen glances when he thought she wasn't looking. He too felt inexplicably magnetized by this warm, bubbly girl who frequented his favorite cafe. Her chestnut hair shining in the sunlight, eyes crinkling adorably when she laughed. He was utterly smitten.

Levi never worked up the nerve to talk to Y/N directly either. Instead he created his own fake account - "wanderlust_photog" using it to follow her and fawn in private. Her feed was full of cozy book nook shots, delectable pastries, and radiant selfies that left Levi breathless.

This morning, Levi pulled up her latest selfie - smiling brightly with a dusting of flour on her cheek, captioned "Tried a new snickerdoodle recipe!" He double-tapped, leaving a quick comment: "Looks delicious!"

Then Levi forced himself to pocket his phone, sipping his black coffee while sneaking glances at the real girl behind the enchanting photos, completely enthralled...

It was a bustling morning at Rose Cafe as Y/N waited in line for her usual vanilla latte. Speakers played soothing acoustic music amidst the chatter and aroma of brewing coffee. Y/N scrolled through her phone, giggling at the latest silly meme her best friend sent her.

Suddenly she felt a gentle bump at her shoulder, nearly knocking the phone from her hand.

“Oh excuse me, I’m so sor—“ Y/N’s voice caught in her throat as she looked up into stormy gray eyes. Levi Ackerman stood before her, the very man she had been secretly admiring through a fake Instagram account.

Flustered, Y/N fumbled her phone, watching in horror as it slipped from her grasp toward the tiled floor. But before it could shatter, Levi’s cat-like reflexes kicked in and he caught it smoothly.

“T-thank you,” Y/N stuttered, mortified at her clumsiness.

“No problem.” Levi handed back her phone, but not before his eyes darted down, catching a glimpse of the Instagram app open to none other than tea_lover_89 – the very same account that had been liking and commenting on all his posts for weeks.

Y/N wanted to evaporate on the spot. But suddenly, the hint of a knowing smile formed on Levi’s lips.

“I should have known it was you…” he murmured.

Y/N blinked, confusion evident on her flushed face.

Levi leaned in slightly, voice low so only she could hear. “Did you really think I wouldn’t realize who wanderlust_photog was, constantly liking your posts?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Wait…that was YOU?”

Levi nodded, a slight smile breaking through now.

Flustered and elated all at once, Y/N laughed brightly. “Well, I guess neither of us were very subtle then!”

The barista called Y/N’s name, snapping her focus back. Levi insisted on paying for her drink. They sat together with shy smiles, all anonymous pretense gone.

Finally Y/N spoke sincerely. “I’m glad I don’t have to secretly admire you online anymore.”

Levi’s gaze was tender. “Oh but that makes it interesting"

At last they spoke freely together, fake accounts no longer needed when the genuine connection between them was everything they had each secretly dreamed of.

[an-au-blog]

(I think enough time has passed so I can speak the truth!)

Hello and welcome to my TED talk where I will prove that all MHA characters falling into one(or more) of three categories!

Welcome to ✨"Are you a real man, a pony, or a muppet!"✨

A while ago I noticed that there was something that bothered me about the style in some of the characters, and i thought it was just because the side profiles of most of them look like mlp characters (proof:(don't shoot the messenger I'm just saying what I'm seeing I'm so sorry))

but then i realized it was more than that! There are a few that just looked so normal like I would look at them and say "yes, that person probably exists" and then there was the ones that were just... muppets (easily would be passed as a muppet doll and/or has the type of face that just... fits.) + there'll be a small analysis about appearance ig.

So, for EVERYONE'S CONVENIENCE: me and my friend made a tier list to categorize them.

A few sidenotes:

1. Aizawa is put in his own category of "shapeshifter" because when he's serious he's a real man, if he smiles he looks like a muppet but in some moments of the animation, he has the same mlp side profile as his kids...

2. You might notice some of them are featured twice (such as Allmight, Kirishima, Mic, Twice and AFO) and that is because depending on the forms/outfits/the way we are supposed to perceive them in a certain setting, they change their appearance. For example! Allmight in his buff form is drawn like an early Marvel comic character, but in his skeletal form, he's more casual/fragile and... well, you get it. On the other hand, Hizashi in his civilian get-up is more true to himself, so he's allowed to have human emotions and feel real, while when he's in his Mic persona, he's putting this "showman" appearance (hence the cartoonishness).

2.1. In that regard: forget that all when you look at Kirishima's hardened form in the muppet or pony, he's there only because his mouth starts from one edge of his face and ends in the other, that is very muppet core to me. (NOT ALL of the placements have a deeper meaning in regards to appearance==characteristics)

3. Twice in his mask is in the muppet tier because of pure vibes

4. Shigaraki gives the vibes of (as my friend said) an edgy mlp fanart

5. IF YOU SEE ENDEVOR IN LAST PLACE WHEREVER HE IS PUT IT IS BECAUSE I HATE HIS GUTS AND DOES NOT DESERVE ANYTHING

6. Denki is in "real man" because when i argued that he should be a muppet because he looked like this face

my friend said that "exactly, that's the realest man" and I didn't feel like arguing (regular denki is still mlp tho dw)

and finally:

7. Something that my friend opened my eyes about that i wished had stayed shut for. But I had to witness it and now so do you.

[its-tea-time-darling]

reflections on fandom

(i didn't realize where i was going with this post when i started writing it but im happy my thoughts spelled out this way <3)

i've been looking at instagram more than usual the past few weeks (it's something about the very curated intense dopamine kick reels give the brain i think that is attractive when the brain can't make any dopamine itself but anyway), and something that really gets me is that there's no creations, or i should say 'content' on instagram that exists without monetary motives behind it.

and in a way i understand that very elaborate outdoor videos for example are hard to do when someone has to work a full time job to support themselves, and that it is a valid career choice in this day and age to be a content creator (just like writing for a home-decor magazine has traditionally been a job). but - and this isn't a new revelation i'm aware lol, i'm just reflecting on this for myself - it really isn't good for the brain to be exposed/ "consume" content like that. or rather engaging with this content needs a sort of. constant, conscious vigilance not to get drawn into consumerism.

i feel that way about bookstagram (is that its name haha) too, and would probably feel that way about booktok too if i had tiktok. that while connecting over love for books is wonderful, i don't think i could find profiles that talk about books but don't center around new appearances only, and where accounts after a certain follower count cannot survive without promoting books you should or could buy.

i *am* judging from afar here because i don't significantly engage with bookstagram, but i remember, particularly during a time where i didn't have a lot of money, feeling resentment for a culture that seemed to tie your love of reading to *buying*. while for me it was libraries or nothing.

i guess i have a yearning for places where i can find inspiration in ways not connected to monetary motives - which does bring me to tumblr, and to fandom.

to think that in this day and age, there are whole communities of people that center around something that generates no money, and that centers entirely around love. that people pour passion, time (so much time!) and resources into fandom is truly something that makes me believe in humanity.

maybe this ties back to my swissness haha, because "clubs" are such a big thing here, and many make the case that it's something that gives society as a whole a sense of community and connectedness. i don't know if the word 'club' transports what i mean, it means organizations where members come together to pursue some type of freetime activity such as music, sports, bird watching, anything. it's a cultural practice that has been developing in the direction of less and less people participating in it (the reasons that have been guessed for this are varied), but you know it touches me in a way that fandom is exactly that!

and it touches me specifically for my case, because i had been active in clubs all my life (from scouts to handball to environmental, feminist, students and queer clubs) until chronic illnesses put a stop to that part of my life. and then i found, you can guess it - fandom! or well, it found me. but really i am full of appreciation that i have found something, a hobby and a community, that has been such an enrichment for my life. and that it's accessible for me/possible for me to participate in it in a way that real life clubs wouldn't be anymore (at the moment, and for the foreseeable future).

it's easy for me to fall into the trap of thinking of fandom as 'silly', as a side thing, as not a 'real' hobby or not a 'real' community because it has no physical manifestations - or it can have by having fanworks printed - but in moments of clarity i do understand and can appreciate that it's just as real and ''worthy'' as the "real life", local clubs i used to be a part of.

[0perfectimperfections0]

I think it would be interesting if you'd made an au where the dolls see that they have also wronged Lou and should of given him a 2nd chance. So they now try to earn his trust. From styling his hair to how it originally was and giving him more comfortable clothing to trying to talk to him more. But it's very hard to do so because the former leader is now depressed, anxious, and jumpy. He closes himself off and vows to never trust any doll ever again.

And maybe another au where Lou is very smart and manipulative and everything goes his way.

Btw I love your fics, I've searched everywhere to find good Lou angst and you make my day. Thank you for keeping the fandom alive.

Awww, you're so sweet! I'm glad you enjoy the stories! I've also heard you've found my friend @natalie-the-writer 's account. Her stories are absolutely AMAZING! She has such amazing attention to detail and can make any scene feel so real in your imagination. If you haven't already, I HIGHLY recommend reading through all of her stories on her profile. They're awesome!

And since I've gotten an ask similar to the latter portion of your ask, this one will revolve around the former prompt. Brace yourself, this will be longer (for the first time in forever XD).

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The dolls prided themselves in how fluidly everything seemed to be running at the Institute. It was like Ox had said: they didn't need Lou. From an outside perspective, everything seemed to be going about splendidly. More importantly, everyone was happy.

Moxy hummed a made-up tune to herself as she walked down the winding sidewalks of the villa. Dolls -- with happy smiles, she was pleased to note -- waved and offered their own greetings as they swept by each other. She found her best friend, Mandy, and hopped in front of the doll's path with an enlightened expression. "Hey, Mandy!"

"Hi," the female offered a small smile of her own. "Have you seen Nolan anywhere? I haven't been able to find him."

Nolan. Did she know a Nolan? There were so many dolls that it was difficult to remember all of their names. Mandy must have caught on to her perplexed face because she soon elaborated. "Has the sign around his neck? Brown hair? Green and purple eyes? Kinda tall?"

For such a specific description, Moxy would've thought herself to be quick with a revelation. Unfortunately, that description didn't fit any of the dolls she had grown to be close friends with in the past few months. "Mmm, sorry. I don't think I know a Nolan." She admitted guiltily. "But!" She swung a short leg out to proceed in the direction Mandy had been going in, "I can help you find him!" Then she would know who Nolan was and all would be splendid again.

Mandy accepted the offer silently and walked in what seemed to be an aimless direction. However, she had a specific destination in mind. Nolan had mentioned a few times in conversation about a certain doll that she'd rather not bring up in front of...well, anyone else. So, unbeknownst to Moxy, Mandy had them set toward the old wooden shed near the back of the Institute. Now that she dwelled on it, they hadn't seen Lou in quite some time.

Her theory proved fruitful when she recognized the brunette outside of the abandoned shed. Abandoned to others, not to Lou. Moxy's pace slowed down to a stop even as Mandy proceeded on. "The shed? Why would Nolan be here?" Her question wasn't answered. Mandy didn't really have a sound answer to it either.

Nolan had made his vigil just outside the closed door. He sat on the ground, knees drawn to his chest to rest his head on, and back pressed against the door. There was a plate of food set beside him. Mandy's footsteps caught his attention before he could say anything. Quickly, he put a finger to his mouth to warn her to be quiet. His eyes went to Moxy as she finally walked closer. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked, keeping his voice just above a whisper.

"Looking for you," Mandy answered. "What are you doing here?"

Nolan cast a short glance at the plate of food beside him. It had grown cold, now. "No reason. Maybe I like the peace and quiet." Mandy shook her head and sat down on the other side of the plate. She tapped a piece of bacon experimentally.

"I'm guessing this wasn't for you." Nolan didn't respond. "How many days has it been?"

"Five. Six, if you count today." Nolan sighed.

"What are we counting?" Moxy tilted her head at them.

The Pretty Dolls exchanged glances. Mandy spoke. "How many days it's been since Lou came out of the shed."

"He hasn't been cleaning?" Moxy looked taken aback.

"You haven't noticed he hasn't been around?" Nolan's eyes went a little hard at that. It was the closest to a glare Mandy had seen him pull off. Moxy stuttered out an excuse of some sort, but he brushed it off. "You two can go. He doesn't like having so many people around. It's just been me for the past week."

"How did you know he was locked up in the shed?" Moxy asked. Had she missed a sign or something? Were the other dolls talking about him? She hadn't heard a single mention of the blond since his downfall.

Nolan visibly refrained from rolling his eyes. Instead, he flicked at an imaginary piece of lint on his knee. "Well, he doesn't exactly have the looks to blend into the background. He stands out pretty well on his own." There was an audible bite to his tone that Mandy silently acknowledged and Moxy took no note of. "I came here the first day I noticed he was missing. The door's been locked and he put a tarp over the window to keep from anyone looking inside."

"Maybe he's plotting something," Moxy brought a hand to her chin in thought.

The brunette tried not to bristle at that comment. He closed his eyes, eyebrow raised indignantly. "Like I said, you two can leave. I've managed to get him to unlock the door and I don't need anyone undoing all that progress."

"If the door is unlocked, why don't you just go in?" Mandy blinked up at the potential entryway.

"Because I want him to be the one to open the door. This is the only place he can go without being pushed around by the other dolls -- in case you haven't noticed that either." Nolan sent a look over to Moxy. She shrunk a bit under the tone. "This is his safe place now, and I don't want to intrude on it. If I'm going to make any progress, I need him to be the one to let me in."

Moxy drummed her fingers against her side, eyeing the door that could easily be walked through. "You make it sound like he's scared or something. I'm sure he's just sitting in there pouting and refusing to carry out his punishment." Nolan's jaw clenched, but he kept his mouth shut lest any harsh words are said by him. "Let's just go in there and tell him to get back to work." She stepped up and turned the knob before Nolan or Mandy could stop her.

A concentrated form of light entered the dark room. It revealed the particles of dust floating aimlessly in the air. She waved off a few visible ones and noticed the small figure hunched in the corner of the room near the door. She had been about to say something but stopped short when she realized something was off.

Lou didn't move at all from his position despite her bombarding him. He had been seated similarly to Nolan: legs were drawn up to his chest tightly, feet angled inward, arms wrapped around them, and head resting on his knees. She couldn't see his face with the mess of tangled, blond hair draping over his arm. He seemed to have his head laying to the side, facing away from her.

Before Moxy could take a step toward him, Nolan startled her by appearing in front of her path. "You need to get out. He doesn't want to be around anyone. Especially you."

Moxy was taken aback. "Wh--What did I do?"

"Is that a serious question?" Nolan finally let himself bristle as he glared down at her.

Mandy pulled on the pink doll's arm. "Moxy, let's leave. Nolan can handle it from here."

"Handle what?" A new voice sounded behind them. Ox tilted his head at the group from outside the shed. "What are ya'll doin' here? And where's Lou been? I ain't seen 'im in almost a week."

"Huh," Nolan couldn't help but comment wryly as he looked down at Moxy again, "even Ox noticed." Moxy merely shrunk in more guilt. Perhaps she had been a little too blinded by all the smiles and positivity of the other dolls that she neglected to check in on Lou.

Ox ignored the two and stepped inside, seeing the ex-leader curled up in the corner. "Lou? What's wrong?" Nolan couldn't get a word out to tell him to step back before the bunny was in front of the doll. Ox put a paw on Lou's head to try and brush away the hair, but Lou flinched away. "Lou, talk to me."

"He doesn't want to talk," Nolan clarified sharply. "And you guys are making it worse by invading his space."

"I agree," Mandy tugged harder on Moxy's arm. "So, let's give Lou some space, Moxy." The pink doll finally relented and walked out with the Pretty Doll.

Ox didn't move from his spot. He watched Lou's hands clutch at his pants tighter. Was...he really upsetting Lou just by being here? The thought sent a sharp pain through his chest. Nolan's gaze prompted him to finally stand and part ways. He sent one last look to the doll in the corner before walking out of the shed. Nolan made a step toward the doorway until he heard rhythmic tapping from where Lou was. He paused and listened.

Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap

Nolan abandoned the doorway and kneeled in front of Lou. His hand was leaning against the side of the building, tapping. Lou still didn't look up. Nolan pulled out his phone and hit the record. "One more time, Lou, please?"

Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap

The message was translated on the phone. Nolan had first heard the organized tapping a few days ago when Lou was aware of his vigil. It initially sounded like a song that Lou was tapping to the beat of, but the repetition of the taps didn't follow along to a song. It was morse code. Nolan didn't know how or when Lou had learned the cryptic language, but the translator on his phone helped them communicate. Nolan read the result:

Stay.

Just to be sure. "You want me to stay?"

A second of silence.

Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap

Nolan knew that one due to their limited "conversations" between the door. It was 'yes'.

"Okay," Nolan kept his voice soft. "Give me a minute to get them to leave." He stood and leaned out of the doorway. The others were waiting for him. "You guys go on. He wants me to stay."

"He talked to you?" Ox's ears perked up in hope.

"Sorta kinda," Nolan teetered his head with a short glance to Lou in the corner. "I'll text when I'm headed back into town. It might be a while, though, so don't wait up on me."

They hesitated to move, especially Ox. It took some coaxing from Mandy to get him to relent and walk away. Nolan didn't move from the doorway until they had walked far enough from the shed. Satisfied, he closed the door and immersed the shed back into an opaque darkness. He silently sat next to Lou in the same position he'd been in outside. No words were spoken.

[lithiag]

Drawn Together - Part 4

Hey, long time no see. So sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I've been really busy with things going on in my personal life. I've also started watching SWAT, so I also started writing fanfic for that... so I kinda forgot about this for a while. I looked it up the other day though and I saw I have already written over 100 pages for this fanfic (though not everything is ready to upload yet), so yeah... I should probably get back to it.

Hope you enjoy! Again, so sorry for the wait.

Also, if anyone is interested in a Hondo fanfic, lmk, the first two chapters are almost done (and I have close to 90 pages written in total already, oops).

Anyway, here is the next part of this fanfic. Once I know how to make a masterlist, I'll make one.

CW: Nothing special in this one, just normal CM content. So: Violence, child endangerment, Spencer being a nerd, Hotch being bossy, Derek kicking down doors, you know the drill.

Drawn Together - Chapter 4

Everyone was working on the profile the next morning. Hotch had given them all orders, and they worked on narrowing down a suspect pool, when Derek came in, much later than the others. 

"Sorry, slept through my alarm." He said and quickly got to work and helped Reid with the geographical profile with what he and Melony found out the night before. 

"Didn't someone try to wake you?" Spencer asked him, 

"Pearson did try to shake me awake, but I guess I fell asleep again." Derek shrugged.  

"You really went in there?" JJ asked Melony, a slight look of disgust on her face. Melony looked at her, confused at her disgust, 

"Ehm, yes? He wasn't there for breakfast, I told you I was going to try to wake him up." 

"I know, but I thought you were just going to knock on his door." 

"That didn't work, so I went in to give him a shake." 

JJ blinked a few times, "Wow, I can't believe you managed to even get to him." 

Melony frowned, "What do you mean?" 

"Morgan smells horrible in the morning. You didn't notice?" 

Melony chuckled slightly, "it's not that bad, right? Sure, he doesn't smell good, but it's not that terrible." 

"Do you even have a sense of smell?" JJ asked, half joking. 

"Actually, it could make perfect sense that he smells differently to each of you." Spencer interjected, "Your nose is able to pick up a lot, and whether or not someone smells really bad can be an indication who is or isn't a good partner. If someone's natural smell smells horrible to you, it is possible you have similar immune systems, and your body is telling you your offspring together would be less healthy. If you don't really mind the smell, you could have very different immune systems, which would mean your offspring would be a lot healthier." He explained. They all looked at him, not sure what to do with this information. 

"It's really interesting how much your body can pick up." Spencer said, hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness. 

Derek looked at Melony, 

"You heard the man," he said jokingly, "we gotta make some babies." 

Melony forced a slight chuckle, "In your dreams, big guy." She joked back and turned back to her paperwork, wanting to forget about the conversation as soon as possible, even though she couldn't help but imagine having a child with Derek. Not because she actually wanted it, but hearing Reid talk like that painted quite a picture. She really did her best to focus on the profile, but part of her mind wandered to what it would mean. It went back to the night before, and that it would mean sleeping together more often, and that he... 

She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to fully be with him, not a single barrier between them. 

Fortunately for her, Garcia interrupted her thoughts with a call. Derek answered the call and put her on speaker, 

“Hey, Baby girl, what ya got? You are on speaker.” He said. 

“Well, my delicious bundle of muscles, I looked into what you sent me last night and I tried to find twins in the area that looked a lot alike, but I found ziltch, nada.” Garcia started, “I then expanded my search to include any brothers or cousins, or any other family relation where two men would come up as potentials in a facial recognition search.” 

“Did you find anything?” Spencer asked. 

“Well, smarty pants, the only two pairs of men I found look nothing like the sketch, and their records are squeaky clean, only, like, 2 parking tickets between the four of them.” 

Melony sighed, frustrated their theory seemed to be false. She really thought Derek and her had broken the case wide open. 

“But,” Garcia said a bit peppier, “Rest assured, my heroes and sheroes, I did find a potential suspect for you.” She said and all of their phones pinged, signalling they got a message. 

“Meet Larry Winscott. 36, single, owns a farm just outside of town.” Garcia continued while everyone opened the file they were just sent, the man looked quite like the sketch Melony had made, 

“What about this guy?” JJ asked, “All you sent us was a picture, an address and age.” 

“Well, aside from looking quite like Mel’s sketch being what is up with him, what I just sent you is all I could find on him. There is no record of this guy. Not even a birth certificate. He just appeared one day, then disappeared again. I can’t even find a water bill. Nothing.” 

 “How did you find him?” 

“Like I said, he did appear somewhere at some point, so he is registered. I just did a standard facial recognition search on the sketch, not family or other lookalikes to narrow it down. A couple of guys popped up and this one is the most suspicious. I will send you the other results I got as well so you can have a look.” 

“Thanks, Doll.” Derek said. 

“Go get them, Tigers.” Garcia replied and hung up. 

Once they got the other files, they took a look at them to see if there was anything suspicious about any of the other potential suspects. Melony quickly went to visit some of the people they had spoken to and showed them the picture of Larry they had. People confirmed that was the man they saw, but he was a bit younger in the picture, and was missing his scar. She told the rest of the team what the people told her, and they got ready to pay Larry a visit. 

As they were about to walk out, one of the cops who worked with them came in, 

“We have 2 new abductions.” 

~*~ 

The team arrived at the property and parked their cars somewhere they wouldn’t be very noticeable. It was still early, and they hoped they could catch Larry and his partner before they could harm the children they took. They split up into small groups and spread across the property. JJ and Spencer noticed the van next to a shed and approached it.  Larry’s brother was cleaning it and making some preparations for the next round. He noticed the FBI agents and tried to make a run for it, but tripped over some roots and the duo cuffed the man and took him in. 

Hotch, Melony and Derek went into the big house on the property, where they heard some screaming come from the basement. Derek kicked in the front door and they cleared the ground floor. They found the stairs leading to the basement, and the trio went down. There Larry was, tying up one of the little boys they had taken to a chair in the corner of the dark room, the other already tied to a table. Larry heard people come in and looked behind him. When he saw it wasn’t his brother, he grabbed a knife from his pocket and sat down behind the little boy’s chair and held it to the kid’s throat. 

“Get outta ‘ere!” He yelled. 

“We can’t do that, Larry.” Melony said. She looked at her two male colleagues, who were aiming their guns at the man and thus the kid, before she put her own gun down. 

“Just GO!” 

“I can’t, Larry. Those boys need to go back to their moms.” 

“They were abandoned. I’s just puttin’ them outta their misery.” Larry pressed the knife closer to the child’s throat. 

“They were not abandoned.” Melony said calmly. 

“They was. If they ain’t, they wouldn’t be ‘ere now.” 

 “They have families, Larry. A mother, a father, siblings.” 

“They don’t got no father. They moms took them. I was gonna be their family, their father.... Them punks don’t wanna listen.” Larry said, angry. Derek Shot Melony a look that they needed to hurry up. She looked back at him and gave him a little nod, 

“You feel lonely, right?” 

Larry looked up at her, “You don’t know me.” 

“Did your parents leave you and your brother?” Melony asked and took a little step closer to him. Hotch whisper yelled her last name to tell her not to do that, but she ignored him. Larry pointed the knife at her now, as he did notice her take a step closer. 

“I know what that’s like. My dad abandoned me too.” Melony explained and took another step closer before moving closer to the ground and crouching slightly so she would look less intimidating to Larry. 

“They just left us.” Larry said through gritted teeth. 

“And it’s not fair. You didn’t deserve that.” 

“We’d been better dead.” 

“You wouldn’t be.” 

“The hurt don’t stop. We is protecting them from hurt.” Larry said. 

“They have family who loves them, Larry. Let us help you. We can find people who love you. Then the hurt can become less.” Melony came a little closer again, but did keep a save enough distance because of the knife. Derek slightly moved from his previous position so he would have a clearer shot in case Larry tried to attack her. 

“I-it can?” Larry asked and he slightly lowered the knife. Melony nodded and gave him a little smile, 

“It can. I know so. It hurt when my dad left, but it hurts less now. Let us help you.” 

Larry thought it over for a couple of seconds, and his eyes darted across the room. He then saw the two men with their guns again, and his face hardened, 

“You’s lyin’. It don’t ever stop.” 

“It might never fully go away, but it can get better, Larry.” Melony tried to assure him. She wanted to take him in peacefully, as she could tell he was very unstable, but she was a bit more on guard now. 

“You’s dad abandoned you?” Larry asked, and Melony nodded. 

“Well,” Larry said and stood up, “Then maybe you’s better dead too.” He said and raised his knife. He lunged at her, but before he reached her Derek fired a shot into his shoulder. He dropped to the ground and screamed out in pain. Melony was frozen for a second, but quickly kicked the knife away from Larry and twisted his arms onto his back before cuffing him. Derek and Hotch both untied one of the boys. Once the boys were free, Hotch took over taking Larry upstairs from Melony, 

“That was very risky.” He said and gave her an accusatory look. 

“I know, but when he mentioned being abandoned by family, I thought I could maybe calm him down.” 

Hotch sighed, “You did well, but be more careful next time. It was difficult for Morgan and me to get a clear view to shoot him.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Hotch slightly nodded his head towards the boy he just untied, and Melony walked to him and crouched down to be more on his level. 

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked him and the boy gave her a little nod, 

“Shall we go back to your mom?” 

The boy nodded again. Melony grabbed his hand, and they walked upstairs. 

~*~ 

Everyone took a seat on the plane and tried to get comfortable. They had spent a couple of hours bringing back the children, talking to press, and packing their things for the journey back home. Spencer had claimed the couch and made a makeshift pillow out of his coat and a sweater, JJ was working on her laptop, Elle was on her phone, and Gideon and Hotch were in the back, already going over some of the paperwork that needed to be done. 

Melony had sat down across from Derek. They had talked for a little bit, Derek also lightly scolded her for putting herself in a risky situation. After a while though, they could laugh again. Derek put on his headphones at some point and had fallen asleep in his seat. Melony tried to sleep, but couldn’t, so she grabbed her sketchbook and decided to take the opportunity to start drawing Derek. She wouldn’t get much chance to draw someone where they would sit still like that, and she wanted the extra practice. She focused on her drawing. Since he was sitting so still, she wanted to get as many details as possible. Little lines by his eyes, the small dimples in his cheek, his scruff. 

She focused quite a lot on getting his lips right. Those beautiful, soft lips she felt on hers just the night before. 

"That's pretty good" said a voice right behind her. Melony jumped in her seat and quickly closed her sketchbook before looking up at who saw watching her draw. 

"Hotch... you startled me." 

"I'm sorry. It genuinely looks good. Do you draw us often?" Asked Hotch, who stood in the aisle of the plane, and leaned a hand on the back of Melony’s chair for some extra stability. 

"Quite a bit, actually. I like the practice. At the training they keep saying 'every detail matters, one small detail can change a face' and stuff like that. So, when I have the opportunity to take my time to draw as many details as possible, like now, I like taking them." 

"How is the training going?" 

"Pretty good. It is a lot, but I do enjoy it. I don't know if you have gotten a report on me yet, but I feel like I'm learning a lot." 

"I have gotten the first report. You've only started a few weeks ago, but they said you have great potential. You are a fast learner. And clearly you have already put in a lot of time to hone your skills." Hotch said with a gesture to her sketchbook. Melony smiled a bit, 

"I'm glad they can tell I try my hardest." 

"I'm glad you are trying your hardest," Hotch said, "We are very glad to have you on the team. Your sketches help a lot, and it is convenient to have you with us. It saves a lot of time." 

"I am happy to help where I can. I know I am not that great around crime scenes sometimes, so being able to help like this is nice." 

"Good." Hotch said and smiled at her. Melony smiled back and opened her sketchbook again. She wanted to flip to the right page to continue the drawing she was working on, but her boss stopped her, 

"What is that?" He asked, partly confused, but mostly amused. 

"What?" Melony asked. 

Hotch turned a few pages back to a different drawing. It was one of him, but he had a short beard and an earring. 

"Is that supposed to be me?" He asked. Melony smiled, a little embarrassed.  

"I, I sometimes do things like this as practice as well. Because small things can change a lot about a face, I like practicing with changing features to see what it would look like. It sometimes happens that people tell us the unsub has long blond hair, but they cut and dyed it by the time we arrest them. Or they shaved their beard." Melony explained. “Or like with this case, a scar on the cheek can change a face as well.” 

"Right. Is that something they told you to do in the course?" 

"Not really. They told us that it does happen, and to not blame yourself too much. But this is not a specific thing they want us to do." 

"Do you just focus on hair and earrings?" 

"No. Many small things can make a difference. So, I do a lot. For example," Melony flipped through her sketchbook to a different practice drawing she made, "JJ with very thick, dark eyebrows. Or, " she turned the page to another, "Gideon after Botox" she joked, showing a drawing of Gideon with very smooth, wrinkle-less skin. 

Hotch chuckled. "It does change a lot indeed. Any other funny ones?" He asked and sat down next to her. 

"Oh, plenty. But I have two favourites." Melony said, a bit excited and looked for the right drawing. Once she found it, she showed Hotch. It was a drawing of Reid, but she had given him a buzz cut, a snake tattoo on his neck and a big scar across his eye. 

"Wow. I hope we will never see him like that," Hotch said, holding back a little laugh. 

Melony smiled more and turned the page to her other favourite fun drawing. This time Hotch couldn't hold in his laughter, but he did try not to laugh too loudly so he wouldn't wake anyone who was trying to sleep. 

Melony showed him a drawing of Derek. He had a clean-shaven face. She had given him a beauty spot slightly above the right side of his mouth. His lips were darker, as if wearing lipstick, and plumper. His eyelashes were also more accentuated, as if wearing mascara. Most notably though, we the long, dark waves cascading down from the top of his head. 

"That is, ehm," Hotch cleared his throat, "a very different Morgan." 

"I call him Drag-Derek." 

Hotch chuckled. Morgan slightly turned to them and opened his eyes. 

"What are you guys laughing at?" He asked sleepily. 

"Nothing," Hotch said, "Pearson just showed me some funny pictures. We should be landing in about 15 minutes." Hotch got up, "Get home safely. Good work on the case, you both. Pearson," He looked at her, "thanks for the laughs." With that, he walked back to his previous seat further down the plane. Melony smiled, proud she made her boss laugh. 

"I'm sorry we woke you." She said to Derek. He shrugged,  

"It's fine. We need to get up soon anyway. Now I have a bit of time to wake up." He said and sat up. 

Melony put her sketchbook and pencils back in her backpack, 

"What kind of pictures did you show Hotch?" 

Melony smiled a bit, "It's nothing." 

"Hotch doesn't laugh. Not around us." 

Melony shrugged, "What can I say? Maybe I'm just funny." 

"What did you show him?" 

"That's between me and Hotch." Melony said with a little grin. 

Derek rolled his eyes a bit, "I'll figure it out." 

*

They soon landed and they went to the office to get some of the paperwork ready for the next day. 

"Don't worry about coming in early tomorrow. We all need some rest after that case." Gideon said, "take tomorrow off. We'll see you the day after." 

"Great, I could use some time to unwind" Derek said as he started grabbing his stuff. 

"Tell me about it" Elle agreed. 

"Me too" Melony said and grabbed her coat. She packed her last few things and walked towards her car. The others followed soon after and Derek joined her in the elevator. 

“Wanna come over tonight?” He asked her as they walked in the same direction towards their cars, “I made too many burritos, they are about to go bad.” He quickly added as an excuse, but Melony could tell from the look in his eyes what he was really after. 

“Sure,” She said with a little grin, “I’m always up for burritos. 

[rolandrockover]

Kiss Fans Special

Today I don't want to write so much about the music of our favorite band, but for a change just about the people who probably know this music best and certainly listen to it most often. What else could I mean but the loyal hardcore fanbase, of which I of course also count myself among? So what better occasion to take a long look at one of these Kiss-specialized fan forums and hopefully let the experiences I've had there speak a little for themselves.

If you are interested in a certain band, especially if it has accompanied you for a large part of your life, then this circumstance can lead to you coming across a forum like this not just by chance. Once you've thought about registering with a profile, you're almost automatically drawn into it. And then you're right in the middle of everything.

This works in a similar way to what one could imagine as downsizing. You find yourself in a microcosm, so to speak, or rather in a virtual suburb where you also live, depending on how much time you intend to spend there, and where you clearly settle in. You then have your little house and lots and lots of neighbors, from all across the world. The ones you see every day and the ones you only bump into now and then from more remote corners. Not running into each other is virtually impossible. And of course there are quite a few nice, warm, humorous and intellectually gifted people there. It goes without saying that communication with these people works accordingly and is usually a pleasure.

Unfortunately, however, there are also those who regularly hang around for whom this description is far less accurate. You can think of it more or less like the constantly drunk, loud neighbor who specializes in faecal language and is constantly peeing compulsively in other people's front gardens. And there are quite a few of these fellows, and they all tend to have the same preference. Of course, this multiplies with each other and you end up with a whole lot of gardens. Among their peers, however, they don't practice this as a kind of matter of decency. So much for the social framework conditions.

The mayor of this place then makes sure that everything stays as it is. Because it works well that way, as he probably thinks, but I can only interpret that from his approach, because anyone who steps out of line within this natural order is therefore deprived of the right to live there as a consequence of this misbehavior. Many of the members who have suffered this fate often feel the urge to be downsized again as quickly as possible and return disguised with a false beard and glasses. Why is that? I'd like to say I don't know, but I happen to know the answer. So that we they can continue the discussion, what else?

Speaking of discussion. The discussions are about everything, literally everything that revolves around Kiss, Kiss itself and the Kiss family of course, and about the music, because Kiss are a band after all. People share what they like about the music, but above all what they don't like about it. This is often combined with criticism of 12-50 year old albums and suggestions as to what the band should have done differently. The words "should have" are probably the most frequently used words in general on this forum. But the criticism I'm talking about is not just limited to the music, but everything the band has ever done, including their personal lives of course.

And top ten lists are important, incredibly important in fact. Whenever and wherever someone lists even just three favorite songs or albums, many, many submissions of the personal, usually very different favorites of all readers inevitably and unsolicitedly follow, triggering a sudden chain reaction. Top 5 or 10 list threads are always a guarantee for a large number of comments.

I probably don't need to mention that very different opinions, often hardened over decades, are predestined to clash, which is not exactly a rarity, but routine. Many of the members there have known each other for many years and are fully aware of their differing views. However, this factor has no influence on the ongoing conflicts, on the contrary.

I really like to think of the content and opinions brought into these "discussions" as a broken pinball machine with only one ball in it. By this I mean that no new ball can get into the pinball machine, and the ball that is in there cannot get out again. This circumstance can have a certain appeal for a certain period of time, but I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to say. I myself danced this tango there for six months, sometimes more, sometimes less, but at some point you just leave the dance floor and you've had enough of dancing around forever.

But I tell you something, dear people, Once you've left this place and when you're no longer a member, everything is suddenly very quiet, and all those voices around you suddenly fall silent, peace reigns again, and everything is just fine the way it is.

Nevertheless, I still like Kiss very much, even if I don't listen to their music on a regular basis, but only when I want to write something about them in order to make a more concrete comparison, just to make things sure. And since I've been writing about them regularly, I also began to deal with their songs, which I wasn't very fond of before. Easy as it seems.

I have to confess, I still like to take a quick look at this particular fan forum more than just occasionally. But you know how it is with bad habits:

They're hard to get rid of.

And because my blog is not least about the music of our favorite band, I don't want to neglect this fact any longer. At this point I can't think of a more suitable song than Rock and Roll Nite in the original version. Happy Groundhog Day!

Rock and Roll All Nite (1975)

[rainypebble07]

My (byler) fics- should or shouldn't you read them? -UPDATED-

This is me trying to be as brutally honest as I can about my fics on Ao3 as a guide so you don't waste your time with something you don't want to read (bc I'm bored).

1.It Wasn't a Bad Thing--- NO. This was my first fic and I have it on Ao3 for historical reasons, but it's pretty choppy and badly written, so it's probably okay to skip. I tried to write and tattoo shop/flower shop AU and I just didn't have a lot of experience yet. I wasn't even planning on posting it anywhere originally. (After I posted this originally, you guys kept clicking on it, but seriously. No.)

(But I'm working on a rewritten version of it and the first chapters are out, so read that instead!)

2. How To Handle Your Love Life and the Apocalypse at the Same Time--- I think my writing improved a lot between my first and second fics, so this one's not actually that bad. It focuses a lot on Mike and Nancy as siblings, which I really liked (they have a girls' night and it's just adorable!) and the plot's actually decent. It's probably got some of my pretty good written chapters. My biggest critique is it can feel sorta sudden at times, but if you can look past that, it's one of my favorites that I've written. This one is always fun to go back and read for me.

3. Much Ado About... Something? -- This is a high school theatre AU, so if that's your thing then YES! I adore this story and it's probably got the most kudos out of all my fics. It gets a little sad and there's a solid amount of angst, but it's got a happy ending, so don't worry. It's also fun and happy sometimes, so good balance. This one's got really positive feedback.

4. The Unwanted Return of Everything (and How it Finally Ends)-- It Depends. This one is definitely longer than my others and it's got a really long plot with, like, three different conflicts one after another. I feel like it was drawn out at points, but I guess I can't tell very well because I wrote it. It takes place a few years after everyone defeats the Upside Down and they have to come back together because it's back and at first Will's got this new boyfriend and Mike's jealous and yadda yadda, the Mind Flayer shows up, big finale and everything. It's got some of my better-written moments, but also a couple eh ones, so it's really up to your preferences for this one. In the end, I don't think it's a bad fic, necessarily, I just wish I took more time to write it.

5. Shady Business-- Superspy Byler. If you like crazy AUs, 100000000000000 TIMES YES! If I had to marry one of my fics, I'd marry this one immediately. It's Superspy Byler and I love it and I think you should read it. Rarely does it get slow because I plotted it out pretty thoroughly and it's just super fun and silly and kinda sad, but it's one of my favorites ever, so you know.

6. Mike Wheeler's Ultimate Guide to the Undead-- YEAH! This is my newest fic and it hasn't got a ton of hits yet (as of posting this), but I think you should check it out!! It focuses on Mike and Will after season one in an alternate timeline where Will died in the Upside Down and came back as a zombie. It's super fun and cute (and sometimes sad) but seriously! You should read it!

THE END (for now?)

Hopefully, this will help you out if you ever find yourself looking through my profile on Ao3 or if you just needed something new to read right now (I understand, we all do). This probably isn't relevant to anyone, but I wanted to make it bc I thought it was amusing.

Alright, have fun!

[foxgloveawake]

It sounds bad, but, I don’t think about my father that often. He hasn’t been in my life in a real way since I was young. He is more of a stranger at this point. A friend who lives near him tells me things about him sometimes and it feels like hearing about a mythological creature or a lore that I’m disconnected from. When I do think about him, it's usually in the framework of realizing that there's a good chance that I'll leave life without experiencing a relationship with my dad. I sometimes question if I should attempt to get back in touch with him, while we still have time. A part of me feels like that was always his job to bridge the gap. He is the parent. He is the one who began the alienation. But I dunno. He was also an unwell person. He coped with his issues by drinking and getting high and through avoidance. He was angry and depressed. He was too emotionally ill to be able to show up in my life. Who knows, really. I know he has thought of me, because I have had various people tell me things that he has said. The thought of me upset him so much that he did not want to see photos of me when my aunt offered him to look at my Facebook profile. To be honest, when I heard that, it pissed me off. I understand it, but I thought of it as cowardice. Still prioritizing his own emotional comfort.

Most of the memories I have of him, are not great. Which is another reason why I have felt hesitation to attempt to open that box. Again, it sounds bad, but in a way it would feel like reconnecting with your former bogeyman.

I do have a few good memories though. When I would visit him, he’d take me to watch his neighbor’s koi pond. We’d feed them and watch the swirling of the orange, yellow, and red near the surface of the water. 

This past summer I bought a print of a painting of koi fish from a watercolor artist at a festival. I felt very drawn to the painting, but in the moment I didn’t know why. I just felt like I had to buy it. Now when I look at it on my wall, I understand. It’s a memory of the time I did have with my dad. I am still undecided about whether or not I should be the one to get in contact, but, time is certainly ticking. I have his address on a piece of paper inside of a drawer.

[lucysweatslove]

So I finished the book #97 today (the third Dr. Gretchen White book- I enjoyed this plot more than the prior, for sure).

I couldn’t really decide what I wanted to read next because a new book in a world set in a really cheesy and kinda mindless series release on KU today. Like the writing isn’t anything spectacular, the plot is always like wtf, but it’s entertaining because i can have my brain “off” mostly. I’ve been gravitating towards those kinds of books lately- maybe some allegory but nothing difficult and mostly just fun- to give my brain a break.

But. I have other options to start that I think might need to be read sooner.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (the nonfiction book by the mortician Caitlin Doughty). I borrowed it from the library then got sucked into some KU series and forgot about it so it was returned yesterday… but… and this is the big but… I have Wi-Fi off on my actual kindle, so it’s still on there. It was on hold for a while, and I AM really interested in it, so unless I want to wait again, I can’t sync my kindle again until it’s read. I can still read Kindle books on my phone so it’s not a huge deal, but I generally prefer to read via kindle. It’s not very long and I could probably finish it in a few hours, but I read like 5 pages of it yesterday and really struggled to stay focused.

Neurotribes by Steve Silberman. This is also from Libby. I got it on audiobook (less wait time) and it’s like 19hr long. I listen usually at 1.5x speed. Because it’s an audiobook from Libby, I listen to it from the app, and once it’s due, it’s gone. It’s due in 12 days. I’ve already started it and I’m ~21% through. So far I’m kinda mad because he talked positively about Hans Ass-Burgers (making fun of HIM, not the particular “pattern” of autism he described, because he was FULLY AWARE of his involvement in the murder of numerous autistic kids)…. But also it was published in 2015, which was before much of his Nazi involvement was really discussed publicly (Herwig Czech’s article published in 2018; Edith Sheffer’s 2018 book and subsequent articles). So idk. Also anytime anybody brings up the “extreme variant of male intelligence” BS I want to punch something (even tho the author essentially said it’s more likely that women just mask because socialization).

Technically I have The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean also due in 12 days, but I haven’t downloaded it to Kindle yet, so I could only read it on my phone.

I’ve also started to read The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, of which I’m on page 26/216. This one feels like a “not much thought” kind of nonfiction, but still some thought is required, of which I’m not thrilled about, but I downloaded it from KU a while ago and I do want to “empty out the vault” so to speak.

I also downloaded another KU series, Te Princess Chronicles, that seems mostly just fun. I did open up the first book a few days ago and read about 10 pages in that before I got distracted and decided on finishing Ninth House instead. But I’m oddly drawn to it again because it just seems fun.

So you see my problem? I have technically started on 4 books (have reasons to finish 3 of them ASAP) and have 3 more on my list… but I only want to read the ones that I have no pressure to finish.

It’s like the autism part of me is interpreting the reasons why I “should” finish the couple books I should finish first as a “demand” and thus I don’t want to read them (PDA profile?)… and though the ADHD part of me is like “oh but look this book is ✨N E W✨” it’s also like “oh, no sense of urgency? Ugh boring.”

[jacksonvilleflswingers]

Finding the Most Out Of The Swinger Lifestyle

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The New Swinger Couple Drop Out and about Effect The new swinger couple drop out and about effect is a factor that challenges many lovers who take ones own first major factor into the swinger way of life without immediately obtaining what they were looking forward to.

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Typical examples of this particular drop out result are:

Joining your swinger club and next not plucking the courage to attend any one of its events. Getting a swinger date by using another couple that fail to turn up. Creating a first-time swinger wedding date with a couple whom don't match up at their profile claims. Visiting their first swinger party only to go away before it bought sufficiently warmed up. (Very often couples exactly who do this subsequently declare that they "Waited for hours for something to take place but it never did". ) Attending your first swinger event but not feeling drawn to towards any of the many other guests. Finding something diffrent about a swinger night out or swinger get together that was not to their particular liking.

You'll never obtain swinging unless you touch the swing Throwing is like most other important things in life. In the event you look for things that usually are wrong, you can be certainly to find them. In case you expect everything to get perfect on your earliest try, it never will be and your likely reaction will be to not really persevere any longer.

The revolutionary swinger couple tumble out effect illustrations listed above are most often experienced by a pair of types of people. 1 are those who also consciously or without conscious thought actually wanted to help make swinging fail. It could be just one partner who’s responsible or it could sometimes both dating partners. Either way, at a lot of level or one other, there was a choose to get out of their conclusion to embark on a swinger lifestyle.

One other type of people are people who genuinely do plan to enjoy a swinging life style but who have inadequate patience, tolerance and additionally maturity to recognise that going barefoot can take perseverance and many courage to get underway.

Ultimately, no level of counselling or tips can change the unavoidable outcome the first variety of couple will working experience. They are simply not prepared to embark on the swinger lifestyle and one will only suggest that these people spend more time following one another and quickly learn how to accept that throwing can only possibly be right the moment both partners can be one hundred per cent upward for it. I strive the following swinger-lifestyle results tips at the some other type of people.

Be a part of a good online swinger dating site

Any person who is serious about seeking to get started on the swinger lifestyle will need to be a part of an online swinger dating (or person of legal age dating) site. That is without doubt the best way to discover and meet various swingers but only just becoming members in addition to sitting back with the dates and cards to start coming isn't enough. Firstly you must put real endeavor into the creation from your profile and to make sure success you will need to acquire the initiative to generate contact with other customers. Most important of all is usually to persevere in finding, make contact with and meeting this even when things usually do not go so certainly. Shrug off the disenchantment, the times where some fail to turn up for ones meetings you organise, or the times should the people you satisfy fail to match a person's expectations.

Getting the a large number of from swinger functions It can take a lot of daring to turn up to a novice swinger date however , attending your initial swinger party have to have even more nerve. Nevertheless had comments having dealt systematically with those pre-party nerves, many people knowledge yet more worry within a few minutes associated with arriving at an event. If you think maybe about it for a point in time, even a friend's birthday celebration can sometimes seem a lttle bit intimidating when you pretty a room full of people.

The way to overcome both pre-party anxiety as well as the party nerves on their own is to understand along with accept two issues. One is that in any given function there will be plenty of additional absolute newcomers. One another is that you will do not be the only nervous person and the it’s likely that that there will be loads of others who are enduring much worse panic than you.

Best man most from swinger clubs Joining a good swinger club is often a very similar situation so that you can attending a private residence party, although some families say they discover the idea less difficult. In reality this is a artificial perception because swinger clubs, like all types of club, tend to be dominated by normal patrons who can become very cliquey. These types of behaviour is likely to add more an extra layer from social anxiety to be able to events held from clubs as opposed to these hosted elsewhere.

The easiest way newcomers to the swinger lifestyle can contend with these perfectly logical fears is to have the fear and take action anyway and to achieve this in the certain practical knowledge that you will neither as the only newcomers none the most nervous consumers there.

[tabooporrn]

I don't think I have at whatever point been to Babylon

I don't think I have at whatever point been to Babylon. Nonetheless, in the event that clearly I got found out and taken there while I was resting and mixed neglectful. Regardless, Babylonian women ought to be fine, so I wouldn't see any issues with being huge chief or a ruler in a spot like that and having the choice to examine in any event fine pussies and butt openings as I can find a use for!

Regardless, we are not collected here today for a discussion Taboo young sister brother incest, its women, their pussies, and crap openings. What brings us here is an overview of an escort site with the astonishing name of Escort Babylon. Better present yourself with another glass of ale and take a gander at my Escort Babylon study

What Occurs In Babylon…

Basically, Escort Babylon is an escort amass nearby. It ends up being influential for utilize an escort or two and should endeavor to fathom that they are on a very basic level essentially as unimaginable as is generally said they are and won't take from you blind once you screw them silly and drop.

Goes with are regularly smooth and fine creatures who take outstanding thought of their body and smell genuinely fair. That can't really be said for the Escort Babylon site, which is several 10-year olds with an additional two hands drank camouflaged juice, had themselves a right magnificent crap, and used this to cultivate the site!

It couldn't be any more undeniable, the site plan is basically in general around as dated as offense, but I don't really recognize that that is palatable inspiration to kick Escort Babylon into the compartment yet. Right when you come to the site, you will be stood up to with an overall clear page, with a sales bar joined to its most raised point. Fairly way under are decisions to see escort focuses on by their date, power, or how current they are. A red button awards you to take a gander at escorts and escort frames in a particular city and this consistently ends up being critical.

Right when you click on the actually alluded to red button, you will be drawn closer to pick your locale and this can be Oceania, Europe, Canada, and the U.S. Tapping the first of these decisions awards you to examine among Australia and New Zealand. Similarly, tapping on Europe will convey a few European countries you can scrutinize, while tapping Canada or the US will convey an overview of states in these countries.

I picked the U.S. decision, tapped on Arizona and in this way Phoenix, cos I have heard that young women in Phoenix have cunts that are fixed with fur and rambling with champagne! Go during a period with these dears and your chicken will be supervised like a ruler on his birthday!

Right when I had picked Phoenix as my city of choice, my screen got stacked up with picture thumbnails of Family inbreeding hd video and their reviews and these were continually restoring so that managing it was everything except for something clear. Near the most raised indication of the page are decisions to pick another city, or sort the outline things by date, greatness, and how current they are. Unintentionally you can tap on each escort picture thumbnail and have the choice to see content on her, for instance, pictures, information concerning where she is, her old posts, comments made on her profile, and reviews.

In any case, you can't take a gander at an escort focus on Escort Babylon with the exception of anticipating you at first present your own special overview. That doesn't sound wonderful to me, yet I get just a technique for overseeing showing you nothing is free and you got to give something to get something. Notwithstanding, you can't irregularly introduce a review. Notwithstanding, you genuinely need to pick and pick a mystery word and selection is a free endeavor.

To post an escort study, that is cool. Why is it cool? Mark of truth, as I said ahead of time, escort profiles here have content like pictures and most of these are X-surveyed. That suggests you can see a few wonderful chicks uncovered or half uncovered and waste two or three hours fantasizing about extra it in them till their things opening can't persist through much else and have to detonate itself or something like that!

In any case, I truly do a lot of need to watch out. So I picked and finished a couple of studies of a couple of chicks I had never met or banged, to guarantee I could check out at reviews by other site clients. The review plan is clear, as you essentially have to click boxes and data nuances like the name of the chick you are examining, the date both of you got together for some terrible business, and whether it legitimized the work. Then, you get to rate her drawing in quality, orderliness, character, execution, and consistency.

Then, at that point, you ought to sum up your experience, portray what the escort looked like and her demeanor and some time later give a two-sentence organization of everything. Generally speaking, there are 4 pages of a survey that you really need to wrap up. I wrapped up mine with counterfeit crap. Don't you fucker's rat me our or my record there will be limited.

My Perspectives

I shared evidently on Escort Babylon. It had a lot of chicks worrisome to show you what they look like uncovered, and okay with fucking you insane if you are in their state and got the money they are referring to. Regardless, to be perfectly honest, the site setup is perhaps the most extraordinarily unpleasant I have tracked down in a truly broadened timeframe. That and the way that you can't plunk down and read the escort focuses on that the site was set up for without first picking and making something like one study recommends that I am not unequivocally a really superb tremendous fan.

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