#avoid repossession

[finance-south-africa]

How to Keep Your Home: Real Steps to Stop Repossession

Steps to Stop Repossession

Nobody ever wants to imagine losing their home, but for some, it can become a scary possibility. The idea of repossession can feel like the ground shifting under your feet. But don’t lose hope—there are ways to fight back and protect your house. This guide lays out practical steps you can take to potentially stop the repossession process and find some much-needed breathing room.

What Does Repossession Mean?

In simple terms, repossession happens when a homeowner falls behind on their mortgage, and the lender takes back the property. It’s a step-by-step process that starts with missed payments, followed by warning letters, and eventually ends in a legal move to sell your house to recover the debt. If you’re facing this situation, knowing these steps can help you act before things spiral out of control.

For a deeper dive into what repossession looks like in South Africa, take a look at our article on how foreclosure works.

What You Can Do Right Now

Reach Out to Your Lender This isn’t the time to hide from your lender��reach out as soon as you sense trouble. Let them know what’s going on, be honest about your circumstances, and ask if there’s any way to reduce your payments or stretch out the loan period. Most lenders would rather negotiate than deal with the costly and lengthy process of repossession.

Look at Repayment Options Once you’ve opened up communication, discuss repayment options. Some lenders might agree to reduce your payments for a few months or modify your loan to make it more manageable. Want more insights? Read our piece on managing debt effectively for some solid advice.

Bottom Line

Dealing with repossession is no fun, but there’s a way through it. The key is to act quickly, communicate clearly, and be open to different solutions. And remember, Real Estate Assist is here to guide you through the maze and help you hold onto what’s yours.

Real Estate Assist specializes in stopping repossession in South Africa

[bee-a-ts]

this is such a niche, usa-based rant but I work at a credit union and I keep encountering people who have taken out a loan, have issues with what they purchased with that loan (in my case, usually solar panels), then decide they will not be paying the loan back because the product they purchased doesn't work. and it's like

I get it!! capitalism is hell and our financial landscape is broken!!! unfortunately you borrowing money from the bank has nothing to do with what you purchased not working and that does suck but you still have to pay your loan!!

i'm talking to these people who are six months past due not because they can't pay but bc they're mad at the solar company and i'm trying to explain if they don't make payments, the loan will have to be charged off and sent to collections and legal action will be taken at that time and they're like fine! take me to court! my product doesn't work! and I am on my knees begging to work with them because I know they have no legal standing and they are about to be ~very unhappy~ when they lose that court case because borrowing money has nothing to do with how you spent that money!!!!!

[cameronbankruptcylaw]

Top 5 Reasons to Hire a Repossession Lawyer in Raleigh

When you fall behind on car payments or face financial difficulties, repossession can feel like a nightmare. But before you give up your vehicle or other property, consider speaking to a repossession lawyer in Raleigh. Here are the top five reasons why hiring one could save you stress, time, and money.

1. Understand Your Rights Most people don’t fully understand their legal rights during the repossession process. A Raleigh repossession lawyer will explain your options and help you determine if the lender followed the law.

2. Stop Illegal Repossession Creditors must follow strict rules when repossessing property. If they acted improperly, such as entering private property without permission or failing to notify you, a lawyer can fight back on your behalf.

3. Negotiate Better Terms A skilled repossession lawyer in Raleigh may be able to negotiate a payment plan or loan modification with your lender, helping you keep your property while catching up on missed payments.

4. Minimize Damage to Your Credit Repossession can severely impact your credit score. An attorney can help you avoid repossession altogether or find alternative solutions like bankruptcy or debt settlement to reduce long-term credit damage.

5. Peace of Mind Having a legal expert by your side can reduce stress and give you the confidence to face your financial situation. You'll know someone is fighting for your best interest.

Need Help? If you’re facing repossession, don’t wait. Contact a trusted repossession lawyer in Raleigh today for a free consultation and protect what matters most.

[piracytheorist]

So about that grenade pin...

On first glace, this is certainly a top-notch proposal scene. A spy and an assassin, who are hiding their identities from each other, arranging their marriage for mutual benefit while fighting criminals, and the proposal ring coming out of a grenade pin, followed by an explosion from said grenade behind them? It's so absolutely badass and fun and as wacky as the story goes.

But I also like over-analyzing this story and making that everyone's problem, so I would like to share with you my thoughts on the symbolism of that gesture.

1. It's unconventional.

Twilight's original plan was to use the diamond ring from the repossessed artifacts to propose to Yor. In his mind, he wanted to create a family that's as conventional as it gets, in the hopes that it won't attract too much attention. Losing that diamond ring is a sign by the narrative that there was actually no chance this family would be anything but extraordinary. A grenade pin is not only unconventional for a proposal ring, it's also the result of impulsive thinking, of using what he has on hand.

Over time, this family will cause Twilight especially to act more impulsive than he's used to. All three of them will also be able to be themselves within this family, without putting any acts - Yor has already started feeling more confident than what she started as. There won't be any need for fancy diamond rings, or for any part of the family to be the perfect husband, wife or daughter. They will feel free to be themselves and know that they won't be judged for their secrets.

2. It represents the life of violence both Twilight and Yor are living.

Being in dangerous situations, protecting themselves from such dangers, and killing people is by now second nature to both of them. Throwing a grenade at a group of thugs after them is nothing out of the ordinary for them. It's very fitting to connect that with the thing that brought them together - the mutual need for a cover spouse.

But it also represents a truth; Twilight lies to Yor about the reason why he's being pursued by murderous thugs, and Yor lies to Twilight about how she became so good with self defence tactics. There's a TON more violence in their lives than they let on. The grenade ring is kind of a symbol of all that violence they're hiding from each other, and almost like an admittance of it, from the narrative at least.

3. Despite its catastrophic nature, it's a gesture of defence.

Twilight might have stolen back the stolen art pieces, but getting shot at by the first thieves was not a fair retribution. Plus, they weren't shooting just at him, they were also shooting at Yor, without knowing for sure whether she was an accomplice or not. She did kick a few of them unconscious but neither that nor taking the art pieces back guaranteed the death penalty. So he was acting out of defence when he threw the grenade at the people shooting at him AND Yor. Yor, on her own, only attacked a thug when she saw he was directly targeting Loid, so she was also acting in (self) defence.

And this parallels the reason behind their motivation for their jobs; Twilight wants to stop a war from happening and to avoid all the pain and casualties brought by one, and Yor wants to stop violent people from causing pain to her family or other innocent people. It is dirty work, without any consideration of their own innocence and well-being, but it's one they do for someone else's peace and safety.

That's what that grenade did. It killed the thugs, but it kept both of them safe.

4. They're a match of weirdos.

I don't think I need to point out how downright wacky it is for someone to propose with a grenade pin. We joke like "If my significant other doesn't propose to me like this they shouldn't even bother" or something, and it's a good joke, but in reality we would be horrified to see someone pull a pin from a grenade, throw it at a group of people, then propose to us with that same pin while those people are being blown to pieces right next to us. We would also be horrified at the prospect of us being the person to pull the pin and propose like that.

Yet neither Twilight nor Yor find any of this weird in the slightest. Twilight doesn't hesitate for a second to use the pin as a proposal ring while he's reciting his vows to her, and Yor accepts it wholeheartedly and even looks at him with admiration, not even worrying about the fact that this near stranger is holding her hands in his - a kind of proximity that would normally cause a violent reaction from her.

Not only is neither of them weirded out by the whole situation, not only do they not suspect the other might find this whole thing weird... their inner thoughts even match here. Cause the main feeling in that moment, for both of them, is a kind of relief that their plan for a cover spouse was successful, much faster and much easier than anticipated, and a security that they don't have to fake their feelings to each other. Until Twilight's mission and Yor's real job do them part.

I can't be certain how much of all that was intentional, but it was fun looking for what that grenade pin could symbolize. And I'm always down for an excuse to go meta on this story :D

(anime only here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[lacedwithmsg]

what do u think yuma would be like as a boyfriend ? 👀👀👀👀

tags: afab reader, yuma is teasing fluffball but also loves to fuck your brains out warning tags: cursing, degradation, public sex? length: 1.1k words note from author: i think about this daily and i'm so happy i finally get to word vomit about this without being worried whether this reads well or not lmao. thank you for the ask!

fluff -

i think he'd be a tease and would relish in the way you'd react. every time you respond to his teasing, he'd only be encouraged to do it more often.

would definitely nudge you away when you try to initiate skinship or hugs but eventually admits defeat and curls into you (that recent harua and yuma clip ahem). quietly screams 'yamero' when you crawl up on him for cuddles but secretly loves having you all over him.

as much as he says he doesn't like skinship, will often plant his face onto your shoulder and into your neck from behind, usually when he's just woken up or has just come home from a long, tiring day. if you happen to be sitting, will put his arms over your shoulders and dig his nose into your hair. will stay there for a while, softly swaying your body along with his.

smirks whenever your collarbone or shoulder is exposed from under your shirt (his shirts that you repossessed). would frequently dip his hand under the bottom of your shirt to rest his warm palms on your hips, waist, lower back, or ass (if he feelin' extra touchy). caresses your skin so softly it tickles sometimes.

he always smells good. he's not too into perfumes and fragrances but he has a regular go-to scent rotation. his soft, luscious locks also need active attention and care so he regularly uses hair serums and oils (that smell incredible).

his voice is pretty, no one would ever argue against that, but his voice when he's in bed, next to you, halfway between asleep and awake? actual heaven. you don't think you've ever heard anyone so pretty, husky, and sweet at the same time. you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up one day and his drool turned into real honey. oh and yeah, baby drools a little when he's really tired. poor kitten.

would share his accessories with you— be it earrings, necklaces, glasses, all of it's yours to try on and wear out. would feel so giddy whenever he sees you with one of his earrings and appear next to you in a blink of an eye to tease (and fawn over) you.

loves watching movies and shows with you on the couch or in bed cuddled together under a blanket and pillows. would prepare snacks for both of you to munch on but neither of you would bother for refills if they ran out midway through just because both of you are lazy couch potatoes.

bites you. that's it. he bites you just barely enough to leave an indentation but never enough to break skin. his favorite spot to do so is either your ear or right underneath it, behind your jaw. it kinda surprised you the first time he did it but you quickly fell in love with how soft his lips were and how warm his breath felt against your skin. licks all the spots he's bitten afterwards.

smut under the cut

smut -

his one and only goal in bed is to make you as loud as possible. doesn't matter if he's topping or bottom. will do whatever's in his ability to make you moan, sob, scream, and whimper progressively louder the longer you two have at it.

he bites and nips you everywhere. your boobs, stomach, thighs, neck— anywhere his mouth can reach, it's probably already been bitten at least once.

rests his tongue flat on your clit without moving it just to tease you. he wants to devour you just as much as you want him to but he'd never give up the chance to rile you up a little first. would kiss down your body and purposely avoid your nipples, loving the sound of your whines and the way your body pushes itself against his in hopes of receiving more attention.

the baby likes choking. giving and receiving. he'd crawl his hand up slowly before wrapping his fingers around your throat, his hips already performing at a punishing pace into your cunt. his other hand probably gripped tightly onto your hip, pulling your body down to match his thrusts. when you're on top of him, he holds your hips with both hands, helping you bounce on his cock while you feel the soft but damp and sweaty skin of his neck before clawing at it softly with your fingers, your nails slightly digging into his skin. afterwards, both of your necks probably have red, finger-shaped marks to a certain degree.

his eyes are so pretty. and when he gives you that pointed look (yk which one I'm talking about. the one where he angles his head down a little and stares at you with his pretty kitty eyes.), you instantly fall apart under his gaze. you'd let him do whatever he wanted to you. this look usually made its appearance when you'd come home later than usual or if you hadn't responded to his messages. and this look is usually paired with him bending you over the counter and fucking you mindless on the cool, marble tile. would mark up your ass, too. squeezes your ass cheeks relentlessly as he's ramming into your from behind. spreads them open with his large hands sometimes to get a better view of his dick tearing into your pussy.

your pretty, little pussy. if he didn't have a dick, his mouth would be latched onto your cunt 24/7. from the back, the front, hell, from the side even, he'd eat you out like a man starved. once his tongue was in you, it'd stay in there for at least an entire hour. all whilst you progressively lose all strength and stability in your knees as he holds you up against a wall, sometimes in front of a mirror so you could watch yourself unravel from his touch. his lips are so plump and red after, tasting yourself on him when you inevitably give in to the urge and slam your lips on his.

loves, LOVES fucking you somewhere risky. gets off on your muffled moans when you hear someone walk by, during which he'd slow his thrusts down to stay quiet but would compensate by ramming into you so hard and deep you saw stars every time he pushed his dick back inside you. mutters the filthiest curses and words of degradation into your ear. "you like that, huh?" "you're so wet already." "fuck, you're so tight." "better be quiet, love. wouldn't want people finding out you're a slut for my dick." "did you just clench from that?" "my dirty little cum slut." would later walk out of the closet with you like nothing happened, his dick still wet from your slick.

on days when he was extra horny, he'd make you finger yourself while he watched, leaning back and stroking his own dick. right before he came, he'd push his dick into you and give you a couple thrusts before painting your insides white with his cum.

author's notes: I believe I've gone a little off the deep end with this one. just wanted to reply to the ask with a couple paragraphs but look at where we're at now... am still working on other pieces btw, so stay tuned!

[theegyal]

HUSH, [ Annie x Smoke ]

Words : 3K

CHAPTER 5 : The Married Woman

8:33 AM

The old man hunched behind his desk, staring nervously at the figure standing in his front office.

"You're not Mr. Smoke. What—who are you?"

"His cousin," Stack growled, irritated. "Bitch, I come all the way here, talkin' 'bout wrong twin, but you keep askin' dumbass questions. can't read no damn room, motherfucker?"

Stack glared and pulled his gun from his pocket.

"You sit tight, hands on the table, and don't make a damn sound."

Roberts obeyed. He sank carefully into the chair, holding his breath. He knew it—knew helping that Manson man was a mistake. If only he hadn't been so greedy, he might've avoided ending up in this mess.

"Well, well," Stack drawled. "A little bird told me you did somethin' real bad, doc."

He moved toward the table with a predator's ease, slapping the back of his gun against the clean, pale wall.

"Please, wait—I got money! I didn't mean to—"

Stack smacked his own temple, agitated. It was a habit, something he did every time the tension started to mount.

"Fuck.I don't even know you. Why Doctor Clayman ain't the one runnin' shit?" Stack sucked his teeth. "Anyway, we grown men. And you know what grown men do—talk. We cool?"

He dropped into the chair across from Roberts.

8: 45 AM

"Oh no, Lois..."

The baby blurped onto Annie's shirt.

Unaware of the mess she'd made, Lois smiled wide, giggling like nothing in the world could touch her.

"Oh ma'am!" Annie gasped, flustered but not angry. She adored her daughter—even when she was fully stained with vomit.

"I know it's your birthday, Lulu. No need to remind me," she said, laughing as she pinched the baby's chubby cheeks.

They had planned a party. First birthday. Something simple—cake, balloons, music from the radio, a little folding table out back.

And now?

There would be no party.

Life had other plans.

She was still wiping her blouse when the first ring came.

She didn't hear it.

The second one snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Shit."

She stood up quickly, peeling off the dirtied shirt and scuffing it beneath the sofa. She pulled on a clean blouse and hurried barefoot to the door.

"Morning, Madam Moore."

It was supposed to be a calm day. Pancakes. Laundry. Maybe a phone call from Stack about Elijah.

But most of all—mother and daughter moments.

And now these two men stood on her porch—stiff-backed, in dark uniforms that didn't belong to any mail service she knew.

Bad news never needed an appointment.

She opened the door halfway.

"Who are you?"

The taller one adjusted his cuffs. No smile. No warmth.

"We're here on behalf of ****Mortgage. This is a notice of default and scheduled foreclosure. You'll need to vacate the property by the end of the month."

Annie frowned, voice low and flat.

"What're you talkin' about? We've been paying that loan."

"Mr. Elijah Moore was the primary borrower. Since his passing, the loan has fallen into risk status. The bank has opted to initiate repossession. It's standard protocol when the surviving party cannot demonstrate sufficient income for continuation."

Annie blinked.

"He died for this country. And y'all came to take his house?"

The man didn't blink.

"We're just delivering notice, ma'am."

Her fingers tightened on the doorframe.

They had borrowed the loan right before Elijah left. He said it was time for them to do better.

And now he was somewhere else.

Somewhere with a white woman, building a new life.

While she and their daughter were about to be put out on the street.

On God, that man needed a hammer to the head just to recognize her face again.

Why the hell did they say she wasn't making enough?

She was a pharmacist.

Not a doctor, sure—but still. She ran one of the most trusted pharmacies in the neighborhood.

And still, it wasn't enough?

Chicago, huh.

She was a risk.

A widow.

A Black single mother.

That's all they saw.

"Got it." Her voice was flat.

"We're sorry."

"Get off."

She closed the door without looking back.

9:00 AM

Stack leaned back in the chair, eyeing Roberts like he was weighing which bone to break first.

"Now," he said dangerously calm "tell me exactly what type of shit you gave my brother."

Roberts shifted in his seat, sweating through his collar. "I—I'm not sure exactly what you're referring to—"

CRACK.

The butt of Stack's gun slammed hard across the man's jaw. Not enough to break it—but just enough to remind him death was a choice.

"Oh no. We grown, r'member ? Try again." Stack's voice never rose. His eyes narrowed. "You got one more time to play dumb."

Blood gathered in the doctor's mouth as he leaned forward, eyes wide and panicked.

"It was a sedative protocol—high-dose benzos, mood stabilizers, mild antipsychotics. Prescribed for PTSD and aggression management."

Stack snorted. "Oh ? You don't wanna be grown ? Taking me for a bitch perhaps? That shit ain't for no damn PTSD."

The doctor's eyes darted toward the hallway, but Stack shook his head.

"Ain't no one comin' to save you. So now tell me—where the hell's Doctor Clayman? Why he ain't the one pushin' them pills? He was the one taking care of Elijah at first !"

Roberts hesitated.

"Betta' talk." Stack clicked the sound of his gun.

"They forced Clayman off the case," Roberts mumbled. "When Mr. Elijah Moore was transferred to Denver... it wasn't just for rehabilitation. They—they were doing something else. Behavioral reprogramming. Chemical memory suppression. It was covert. I wasn't even supposed to know, but..."

He swallowed.

"But what?"

"But Colonel Manson, he made it clear the goal was to isolate Mr Moore. Cut off all personal ties. No contact with his past life. That's why they never told you he was being moved. Not until he was already there."

Stack's jaw tightened. The gun clicked as he reset the hammer.

"Where's Clayman now?"

Roberts hesitated again. Then dropped his eyes.

"He asked too many questions. Went missing a week later. Files cleared. Official word says 'transfer' but—"

"They killed him," Stack finished coldly.

Roberts didn't answer.

Stack leaned forward. His tone dropped to something quiet, sharp, and deadly.

"You know why Manson want my brother in particular?" It was sure not because they desert. Surely not because the man hated Stack.

Roberts shook his head quickly.

"No. I swear. I was just following orders. I didn't ask—I didn't want to ask."

Stack stared for a long moment, then lowered the gun to the table.

"You ever give my brother another dose of that brain rot shit, I will peel your life apart piece by piece. Wife, kids, your whole damn gene pool. You hear me?"

"Yes—yes sir—"

"no more sedatives. No more fog. You give the man somethin' good for memory recall. I want him to start rememberin' shit."

Roberts nodded fast, nearly weeping.

"I will, definitely. Cognitive enhancers. It's not guaranteed but—it's a start."

"Good. You see ? We both grown. And tell me what grown men do ?" Stack toyed him

"Talk" the old doctor replied, trembling.

"Next time I see you, doc... you better pray my brother's smilin'."

Elias stepped out of the hospital, shoulders rolled loose, mind locked tight. He'd said what he needed to say. Left Roberts shaking like a goddamn leaf in a lab coat.

Manson better have heard the warning loud and clear. But knowing that bastard, he'd probably laugh it off. Stack hoped he did.

He wanted a reason.

The parking lot was quiet. Cloudy. That sticky kind of heat building under the sky, waiting to break open.

Stack climbed into his car, metal hot under his hand, ready to pay a visit to some old friends. The ones you wished to never cross path at night.

He twisted the keys in the ignition then...

BRR-BRRT.

His phone buzzed against the dash.

"Huh?"

He picked up. A voice, rough and quiet, came through the line.

"Stack."

Stack blinked and sat up straighter.

"Smoke?"

"Been crouchin' in my car for two damn days. Trust me nigga, ain't goin' back to that white bitch house."

Stack narrowed his eyes, engine still off.

"Where the hell you at?"

"Close to your side. Like... three blocks down."

Elijah's voice dropped lower.

Still calm, but something in it sounded like he was holding breath through his teeth.

"She tried somethin'. Last night."

8 : 40 PM

"NO. You are not going to stay here crying all the night Annie."

"Hush Carol. Lois sleeping."

The said Carol didn't flinch, her high heels clapping on the floor.

"They gave you until the end of the month and you're already packing ?"

"I ain't going to let them have the last word. They want that house ? Fine. I'm leaving with Lois. Too tired to share home with ghost anyway" Annie retorted, her words bitter

The other brown skin woman, hold her curly long hair in a bun, removed her cabaret heels and started grabbing boxes here and here

"What the—?" Lois' mother reacted

" I'm helping you. We done and go to the club."

"Carol—"

"Shut your pretty ass off. I came all from Clarksdale, just to see you crying over a damn bastard who can't recognize the coochie that opened for him when he was broke. Now he full, veteran or watever they claimed, and SIR paraded with a white woman at his arm. God forbid"

Annie sighed. It was useless to reason her. Carol was like that. She received informations, mixed them at her own sauce and conclude.

"You came with him, left us. You bore his damn child Annie ! How could somebody forget his own blood ? No damn incident can justify a man forgetting about his family."

"He has issue Carol, Elijah is—"

"Stop giving him excuses. If he wants you he will get back on his damn feet and claim you back. We done the boxes, put some fine dress on this ass and we go"

"Lois—"

" Leshawna coming to watch her"

Annie rolled her eyes, her childhood friend prepared everything. Somehow seeing Carol, all agitated in her house making Annie remember the times they spent in Delta.

Carol had always been like this. She disliked the twins back then, so no wonder she was badmouthing right now.

"Who face eviction and first thing is clubbing..." Annie cursed under her breath, pouting

"Your goddamn ass baby. You will. See this ?" Carol bent over showing off her booty "you gonna shake that shit all night"

The women laughs echoed through every walls of the house.

8:55 PM

No wonder he always put distance with white chicks. Stack knew some acquaintances who got behind bars because they crossed limit with those. However, Elijah was not a random guy he came to know by chance.

What his brother confessed earlier the day still stuck in his throat, impossible to swallow.

"You ain't told me why yo shit got hard tho" Stack asked, pulling out smoke from his cigarette.

Elijah didn't answer right away. Not that he was ashamed to admit he was fucking a woman other than Olivia in his dream. But what was troubling was the resemblance the mysterious woman shared with the pharmacist he encountered earlier the same day.

"I went downtown buying pain relievers from a pharmacy, Hayes Pharmacy it named..."

"So the pain relievers was in fact a viagra ? You sure we twin ? Cause I ain't got no problem with my soldier down there" Stack laughed, teasing him.

"Shut it. I ain't bought no drug. Just the woman pharmacist, she was damn strange. She looked at me with those eyes..."

Stack grinned affectionately. He was relieved to see that no damn programs can stray his brother away from Annie. That nigga function was set up with her name script in it.

"That pharmacist huh ? How was she ?" Stack asked, provoking Elijah

"Tch" Elijah sucked his teeth, even if he hadn't recovered his memory yet, he learned to understand his brother's tricks "she was fine. Tall with a black obsidian skin. Full size, curvy body. The most beautiful part of her, would say were her eyes. Two roundish brown jewels, sloppy as she was always tired. I ever saw a glistening afro like hers before. She was wearing it in a updo, with a string of hair drilling down her breasts" Elijah hummed before continuing "she has no name tag. So I asked directly for it, instead"

Elias looked at his brother amazed. The first time he mentioned Annie's eyes was years ago. Stack remembered his brother stunned face when they bumped into her while she was sweeping her grandmother backyard.

His twin was stoned on place, mesmerized. He stuttered, eyes dilated, asked him about who she was, her family name, where to find her. Goddamn did Stack knew what to answer back then  !

"Still got a thing for these goddamn eyes huh, Elijah ?" Stack smirked, mumbling under his breath

"What ?"

"No, nothing" Stack said "just that I simply asked how she was and you gave me a whole essay. She got you huh" Stack chuckled

"She got ring on her finger. Stop disrespectin' her" Elijah stood off the giant armchair he was resting in.

"Bout' you ?"

"Ain't the same you know it."

"Cool. Still, that ain't telling me why ya got hard when that bitch pulled out ya dick bro"

"I was fucking that damn pharmacist—Annie in my dream."

Stack damn near choked. His laughter cut sharp, then turned into a wheeze as he leaned forward, wiping at his eyes.

"Boy—what?"

Elijah dropped back into the chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. He didn't repeat himself.

Stack blinked at him, half grinning, half shook.

"Goddamn."

Elijah stared straight ahead, unblinking.

"I woke up hard, confused. That blonde girl was pulling out my shit." Stack didn't move. He wasn't laughing no more.

"She laid there pretendin' she ain't know why. Like I ain't see that look in her eye."

"You ain't gotta explain none of that to me."

Elijah looked up, guarded. "Yeah? Feels like I do."

"No," Stack said. "You a man who got assaulted. End of story. Ain't no explanation needed when truth already bleeding out your mouth."

Stack rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You said that, the woman pharmacist's name was Annie. Did it rang a bell ?"

"I don't know. I didn't even see her face in that dream"

"So, you just assumed it was Annie."

Elijah's mouth opened, then closed.

He shifted his glance somewhere left, as if the plain white wall became suddenly interesting.

"I—shit, man. Let's say she did turn me on a bit. Now what?"

Stack grinned, leaning back with arms crossed.

"Why you ain't get her then? I got her number, you know. She's a friend of mine."

Elijah snapped his head around. "You lyin'."

Stack shrugged, smug. "Try me."

"I ain't touchin' no married woman," Smoke muttered, shaking his head. "You saw that gold on her finger?"

"So?"

"So?" Elijah echoed, voice rising. "So I ain't that kinda man, nigga. No matter what I dreamed or how fine she is. I don't come between folks."

Stack raised a brow, amused. "Ain't say you had to snatch her ring off. Just... sayin' if she makin' you dream in color, maybe that ring doesn’t mean what you think it does."

Elijah scoffed, but the flinch in his eyes betrayed him.

"That ain't my business," he said, quieter now. "She ain't mine. And I ain't hers."

9:15 PM

"Carol. I don't feel good here."

"Relax. The night is still young."

Annie shifted on the leather barstool, tugging the hem of her dress down for the third time. It clung to her hips a little too tight, showed a little too much thigh. The neckline dipped lower than she remembered when Carol held it up at the house.

"This dress is too short Carol,"she whispered, eyes darting.

Carol didn't even look her way. She was already waving down the bartender with that southern confidence.

"It not short babe. It's sexy. And tonight we ain't playin' no damn Holy Mary."

Annie exhaled slow, her knees pressed tight. The lights spun above the dancefloor in flashes of blue and white, catching on the shimmer of sweat on bodies pressed too close. Her ears were already ringing from the bass, her heels sticking slightly to the beer-slick floor.

Both sat at the bar. Carol didn't stay long there, swinging to the center, shaking her whole body.

"Don't make the wait long Annie !" She shouted through the bass pulse

Annie rolled her eyes, decided to not leave this bar. Lord ! Her dress practically shoved up, showing her ass.

"Hey beautiful, how are you?"

Annie didn't turn right away. She heard the voice : smooth, confident—but kept her eyes on the drink menu she wasn't reading.

"I'm good," she answered.

He slid into the seat beside her, not too close. Well-dressed in a clean blazer, watch catching the bar light, cologne hanging but not heavy. He smiled, easy and polite.

"You sure? You look like you could use a drink."

She finally glanced at him. Mid-thirties maybe. Dark skin, arms covered with tattoos, trim beard, neat fade, calm eyes. He was handsome, undoubtedly. But she wasn't looking for anything he could offer.

"I'm alright, thanks."

He nodded, not pushing, just resting his elbows on the bar. But he didn't leave either.

"Long week?" he asked.

Annie gave a small sigh. "Something like that."

She was not playing hard to get, she just didn't want to get bother by such demi-godly creature, sitting by her side. Life taught her to always be aware of fine man.

He smiled again, then caught the bartender's eye. "Let me get her something light. Maybe cranberry and vodka? Just one."

Before she could protest, the drink was already being poured.

"I said I didn't—"

"I know," he said, handing it over. "But it's just a drink and—"

SPLASH

"Damn my bad. Thought you needed it more than her...I mean, a drink"

The man got drenched of cranberry, his blazer sticky and soaked, smelling of fierce vodka

Annie turned her gaze up, slowly, her heart catching in her throat. : Elijah

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[burningembers91]

What Makes You Happy - Cho Sang-Woo x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Biggest Regret

Synopsis: You confront Cho Sang-Woo about why he left. But when he has questions of his own, you can’t seem to answer them

You had a boyfriend now. Some American businessman who’d settled in Seoul after successfully expanding his marketing business. Sang-Woo had seen you a few times together, leaving restaurants and shops, smiling and holding hands.

He remembered when he used to make you laugh, when he’d hold your hand and pull you close, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He’d never been overly good with words, had never been able to properly express emotion, but somehow with you, it came so naturally to him.

He’d tried to avoid you, had stopped going near the places the two of you had once frequented. But for some reason, everywhere he turned, you were there. You made eye contact a few times, your face falling every time you saw him.

Sang-Woo was working at his mother’s market stall now, spending his days filleting and gutting fish, coming home each day stinking of fish and regret. You’d come by a few times, and he’d always managed to sneak away and avoid seeing you.

You loved Sang-Woo’s mother like your own, and could never fully let her go, even after her son had abandoned you.

He was gutting a salmon one day, his hands and forearms caked in blood when you arrived. His mother was out, and he had nowhere to hide.

“Hello,” you said, your face stony and cold as you looked at him. Gone were his sharp suits and expensive briefcase. He was now wearing a faded t shirt and jeans, his glasses perched on his nose, his floppy hair falling into his eyes as he worked. Your heart still ached when your saw him, your stomach still flipped when you looked into his eyes. Despite the heartbreak he’d put you through, your body still responded to him like it had done when you were together.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked, his eyes not meeting yours. He was ashamed, ashamed of how far he’d fallen. “We have salmon on special offer today.”

“I’m not here for the fish, Sang-Woo,” you sighed. “I’m here for answers. You owe me that much.”

You knew he’d been running away whenever you turned up, had seen him hightailing it out of the market as you arrived. It was like he had a sixth sense; he always knew when you were nearby.

“Now isn’t a good time,” he muttered, indicating the blood and guts that covered his hands.

“I don’t give a shit!” You snapped, your eyes bright with tears. “You left me! I loved you so much, Sang-Woo, and you left me like I was nothing to you. Why? If you can’t tell me anything else, at least tell me why.”

You were wearing a green dress today, the colour complimenting your skin beautifully. Even when you were angry, even when tears stung your eyes, you were so stunning.

“I had money problems,” he croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“What kind of problems?” You were shocked, almost speechless. You’d spent two years assuming he’d found someone better than you, that he’d left because you weren’t good enough for him. You tortured yourself, went on every diet imaginable, changed your hair, your makeup and clothes to try and figure out what type of person you should be. But to find out he left because of money, it floored you.

“I had debts. A lot of debt. I had debt collectors knocking on the door, they were threatening to repossess my belongings. They were going to take our home, we’d have been out on the streets. I couldn’t do that to you. I left because you deserved better than me.”

You both stood staring at each other, the hubbub of the market behind you drowning out the pounding of your heart.

“And you didn’t think to talk to me about it?” You finally said, when you’d had time to wrap your head around his bombshell. “You didn’t think to tell me so we could sit down and work out how we were going to fix it?”

“There was no fixing it!” Sang-Woo yelled, slamming his fists down on to the metal countertops. “Even now, two years on, I have debts that I can’t pay back. I can’t get a house, I can barely feed myself. I didn’t want that life for you.”

“That wasn’t your choice to make!” You were yelling now too, your argument drawing attention from nearby stalls. “We were supposed to be a team, we were supposed to work things out together!”

His heart was racing, his breath ragged as he tried to control his emotions.

“Would you have stayed with me?” He asked, his voice now lower. “Knowing we’d be homeless, that I couldn’t give you the life you deserved. Would you have still stayed with me?”

Tears streaked down your pretty face, your lip trembling as you nodded fiercely. “I would have gone to hell and back with you,” you whispered. “I only ever wanted you. Even if we had to live in a cardboard box, I only wanted you.”

Now you were both crying, years of regret, heartbreak and anger swirling through the tension between you. Sang-Woo had been a fool to let you go, and now he was paying the price.

“Does he make you happy?” He asked you, his voice hoarse with tears. “Does he treat you well?”

“He treats me very well,” you nodded, knowing he was talking about your new boyfriend, the one with the bright blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. The one who cared for you, and loved you.

“Does he make you happy?” Sang-Woo repeated.

You closed your eyes, your lashes wet with tears as you willed yourself to turn and walk away. It had taken you eighteen months to get up the courage to date again, and Jason was nice enough. He was a little cocky, a little stern, and he didn’t have the best sense of humour, but he treated you with kindness. But he did make you happy? He didn’t make you laugh like Sang-Woo did, didn’t make your whole body burn with desire when he fucked you like Sang-Woo had. He didn’t hold you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, didn’t make you feel like you were an unstoppable force of nature, not like Sang-Woo did. But he was kind to you. And you’d tried to hard to tell yourself that was enough.

“Does he make you happy?” Sang-Woo asked again, his voice more urgent this time.

You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t tell him that Jason didn’t make you happy, not like he had.

“Goodbye, Sang-Woo,” you smiled sadly, turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

He ran after you, pushing past people in the street as he tried to find you. But you were gone, melted into the sea of shoppers. He searched frantically, running down side passages and alleyways until his lungs burned in his chest.

When he returned to the market stall, his mum was about to shout at him for leaving her shop unattended. But she saw the hurt in his eyes, saw the way his shoulders slumped as he walked.

“He doesn’t make her happy, mum,” he whispered. “She couldn’t tell me he makes her happy.”

“Oh, son,” his mum sighed, opening her arms to him. Sang-Woo towered over his mother’s petite frame, and yet she hugged him with such force that he felt safe for the first time in years.

“How do I fix this?” He asked between sobs, his head buried in his mums shoulder like he did when he was a boy.

“I don’t know if you can,” she said. “She was broken when you left.”

He didn’t know how long he stood there, his mum stroking his hair and soothing him as if he were a child again. You couldn’t tell him Jason made you happy, and that broke him even more. He’d pushed you away, pushed you into the arms of a man who couldn’t give what you needed.

You looked so sad when you left, so broken. He needed to fix things, even if he wasn’t sure how.

As he lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling he wondered if you were thinking of him. He wondered if you thought of him when you were with Jason, if you pictured him when the two of you were making love.

You said your boyfriend didn’t make you happy. So maybe Sang-Woo could win you back. Maybe he could show you that he’d changed, that he wouldn’t ever run away again when things got tough. He’d regretted leaving you. He wouldn’t allow himself to regret not fighting for you.

[up-side-in-side-out]

Monster high (sort of) AU!

Explanations under cut!

Kyle is the MC! He died the night of his school dance and was resurrected years later by Ike. Kyle doesn’t realize he’s dead for awhile, it takes him till he sees the school to know there’s a whole monster society.

Ike is Kyle’s sort of creator. The boy is an orphan who wanted to create his own family. He made Sheila and Gerald first, then used Kyle’s corpse to make himself a brother. Ike forgot to wipe Kyle’s memory though, so Kyle reanimates remembering everything from his human life. Kyle eventually comes around to thinking of Ike as a sibling.

Stan is his first friend! He’s who introduced Kyle to the rest of the monster world. Stan’s a werewolf who has trouble transforming into his human form, he’s usually stuck in wolf or hybrid form. His memory is foggy when he’s a wolf, and he can’t remember many details of his transformations.

Kenny is a ghost/zombie. Usually his body wanders around on its own until Kenny repossesses it. Kenny prefers being a ghost, but if his body dies so does his soul, so he makes sure to keep the corpse safe.

Butters is a newly transformed vampire, who really hates the idea of drinking blood. He uses blood bags to avoid killing, but he still feels wrong drinking the blood

Speaking of vampires, here’s Nichole! Unlike butters, she was born a vamp. Her and Kyle dated back when he was alive but Nichole only agreed to go out with him so she could get him alone and drink his blood. She thinks it’s really cool they can hang out again, as she enjoyed his company. Kyle is very conflicted on how to feel.

That’s all I have for now!!! Hope you enjoy!

[jukkaricity]

Veilguard Appreciation Week 2025 - Day 6

Post-Veilguard snippet, this is assuming that Minrathous wasn't saved and Neve was hardened. + a bonus screenshot, Neve you are so beautiful.

Today's prompts for the @veilguard-appreciation-week:

Minrathous | Justice | "You know, I think you might be trouble."

“You know Rana will come sniffing around, right?” Elek stepped next to Neve. He was rubbing his hands together in unnaturally cold air, his breath turning to mist with every word. He looked rather uncomfortable. Neve glanced at him from the side of her eye, disguised by both her hair and a veil. She took a puff from her pipe. 

“I do.” She admitted, exhaling deeply, releasing both the smoke from her lungs and at least a part of the tension from her muscles. She’d been on this job for days. Since Ashur mentioned that the few Shadow Dragons left started disappearing in the catacombs. Since Hal let it slip that some of his regulars didn’t show up for too long. Since Elek mentioned that there were people missing on their rounds. It kept happening. Over and over. Like a cursed game of whack-a-nug.

Things were supposed to get better. They defeated the Evaniuris. Dorian became the Archon. The Venatori were supposed to be brought to justice. And yet constantly she’d see an ex-Venatori or a sympathizer get by with not much more than a slap on the wrist. And yet her workload only seemed to grow. 

“What do you want to do about it?” Elek kicked the frozen over body sprawled on the ground before them with the top of his shoe. He looked somewhat concerned, but Neve doubted it was the killing that worried him. The Threads were not revolutionaries. Not even a necessarily nice bunch, with Elek’s cheery disposition being an exception rather than a rule among them. While avoiding the Templars was part of the job, helping the needy, not so much.

 “Absolutely nothing.” She shrugged in response. The Threads had been doing exceptionally well for themselves since the rebuilding started. If there was one thing that she was doing right, that had to be this. She made sure any slavers were quickly removed from the area. Made sure that nobody would take advantage of the miserable state of Docktown after all was said and done. And mostly allowed Elek to keep running the Threads “business” ventures as they were before. She couldn't say she was entirely proud of all the compromises this required, but her options were limited and Threads took care of Docktown when it mattered. She was determined to keep protecting Docktown by any means necessary. And this included taking the justice into her own hands every now and again, even if it meant that the Templar Rana Savas was forced to come down to the port more often.

“If she finds the body, it’ll be pretty clear he was a blood mage” She continued finally as the two Threads that Elek brought over were finished checking the hideout for anything worth “repossessing”. The place was crawling with undead when she first arrived and the walls were all covered in runes that would, supposedly, assist in controlling the summoned spirits. Didn’t help him much after all.

“The ‘inexplicable’ disappearances in the port will cease. Everyone will be happy and move on. Case closed.” Neve shoved her pipe behind her belt and clasped her hands together with a smile while turning to face Elek directly. 

“It never stopped her before.” 

“No.” Neve chuckled and there was something gentle in her expression. Elek was not sure what was going on between those two, but he was too smart to even consider asking. “But I’m sure the Threads will come back with not a single thread left for her to follow, if she asks.” Elek barely stifled a chuckle.

“Really unfortunate,” he agreed with a nod instead. “But we did our best.”

Neve smiled approvingly. 

“Send word to Tarquin, would you? The passages are safe again.” She spun around with her usual grace and determination and headed off into the twisting corridors. As the metallic clicks of her prosthetic leg on the cold stone quieted down Elek couldn’t help but think she was the most dangerous thing in the catacombs. And that they were lucky she was on their side.

[xwynn]

Help Me Keep My Car So I Can Go To Work!

Hi all! Its me, Wynnie! I'm a Black queer woman just trying to make ends meet and finally put this horrible chapter of uncertainty behind me.

In May 2024 I graduated with my master's degree in planetary science. But after graduation I was no longer receiving a stipend naturally and was not able to find any work in the interim which hurt me incredibly. In July 2024, I was evicted and immediately moved in with my boyfriend who I am still living with. Since July 2024 I was struggling to find work and ended up working in retail just to make some money even though it was not nearly enough! As of today's date (Feb 23, 2025) I finally found a job that I literally just started last week that makes decent money with benefits but because I've been living on very little money since July I am really behind on my car bill.

I work an hour away from home and my car is the the sole source of transportation for my household so not having a car for even a day is not an option. My car will officially be assigned for repossession on March 1st, 2025 if I am not able to make a minimum payment of $300.

I am calling on my community in hopes that between my personal efforts of doing instacart after my day job and funds I can raise that I can avoid getting my car repossessed.

Life has been incredibly rough and uncertain since July in more ways than one and I have been barely scraping by but with this new job I can start to get on track with my finances and not be constantly stressed out.

I won't officially put a goal amount on this because I have no idea how much I will be able to make on instacart this week so my request is this:

If you're seeing this, whether you know me or not, please please please please consider sending just $10 or $15 my way. If 10 people sent me $15 or 15 people sent me $10 I'm already half way there. I know we can get there in just a few days.

Please reblog this if you see it.

c@sh@pp: $Wynniemel

P@yp@l: paypal. me/ wyn98916

Ko-fi: ko-fi. com/ wynnie

Please do not send to my V3nmo as that is compromised right now

[whirligig-girl]

The aliens arrived in their toroidal flying saucers--enormous gossamer-like structures big enough to put Jupiter in the hole. They projected bodies down to Earth on long threads, and complained.

"What happened?" they pleaded with our planetary scientists.

An awfully open-ended question, but the planetary scientists threw up their hands and explained the current state of the field, about the theory of planetary aggregation and various hypotheses to explain how each of the planets ended up where they are today. The aliens nodded along skeptically at times, but they seemed especially disappointed by the Lunar geologists.

"Excuse us," their leader said politely, rising into the sky towards geostationary orbit on a great thread.

And so it was for the next few decades that the aliens set to work correcting what they saw as the great mistakes of the solar system's formation. Perhaps Venus never cooled down enough to avoid a runaway greenhouse effect, or maybe something about its specific volatile mass had been off. Either way, it was the first to be treated. By the time it was done, perhaps 20 years in, it was a blue world with brown continents and white clouds. While another saucer had come to work its magic on Mars, the first saucer returned.

"Eh, we'll need you to give planet two a good head start with the whole biosphere thing. We hadn't bargained on life starting up there halfway through the lifespan of the Sun. If it's no trouble, that is."

A new habitable planet provided the space program no shortage of funding!

Mars was finished, just a few years later, a comparatively simpler job. The aliens advised humans not to interfere with this one just yet, to perhaps give it a few hundred megaannum or so for the life to diversify and develop before contaminating it.

But the saucers didn't leave. They seemed to drift throughout the inner solar system. They took some curious expeditions to Europa and Enceladus--robotic NASA spacecrafts recorded deep probing threads piercing the ice--but didn't seem impressed.

They kept returning to the Moon.

At last, the aliens projected down on their long threads to a university. "You're sure that's how it happened?" they said.

The lunar-planetary scientists showed the alien ambassadors rocks from the Apollo and Artemis expeditions, computer simulations of various types of giant impacts, of synestias and hours-long instant formations and debris disks and gas instability, of an oversized iron core and large low-shear-velocity-provinces.

"We think the water on Earth may even have been delivered through a giant impact from a KBO, though there's some concerns about isotopic ratios."

"No, no," said the alien. "The initial coorbital hypothesis is the correct one."

The alien sighed--it had picked up human body language well over the past 35 years--"This just won't do," it said. It left the building, shaking its head. "It just won't do."

The planetary scientists ran after the alien, as it started reeling its thread back. "Wait!" they said. "What are you going to do?"

"This Moon thing of yours just isn't big enough to hold onto an atmosphere. I'm afraid it's not good enough."

The aliens rose into the sky.

Within a few months the Moon had been lost from the sky, and a years later had been relocated to the L4 lagrange point. The aliens came back, apologetically. "Terribly sorry," they said, "We're in the final phases of the plan," they said.

The Earth Emergency Government representative stepped forward. "Final… phases?" he said.

"Theia was always meant to be a trojan of your Earth, you see. Something must have gone wrong when the gas disk dissipated."

"I don't understand," the representative said.

"My apologies," the alien said, "I'm used to dealing with your planetary researchers."

Many masses of threads now fell gracefully from the skies. When they touched down, they effortlessly bored deep holes. The ground shook. The representative's heart rate skyrocketed.

"It's just that we're going to have to repossess the planet Theia now."

[secondsineternity]

Help A Widowed Mother Get Her Car Back

Hello my friends, my readers, and everyone seeing this on Tumblr. I am here requesting for your assistance on behalf of my friend and co-teacher Renee.

Renee is a widowed mother of a five-year-old autistic son and is a dedicated and hardworking preschool teacher. Over this past weekend her car was repossessed. She had just moved out from a toxic living situation and was behind on her car payments due to the costs of moving. The repossession agency has told her to pay a total of $1800 to avoid auction of her car.

Renee and I have set up a GoFundMe for donations, the link is here. If you would like to donate directly via Renee's Venmo, Cash App, or Zelle, please send me a direct message. Advice and prayers for Renee are also welcomed. Even just one reblog can help! We are asking for a little kindness to get this widowed mother's car back. Thank you in advance for any help and donations!

[bluerosefox]

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|The MANY Bloodlines of Constantine (Its by pure dumb luck Danny is crowned Ghost King before his 18th, because he learns his biodad had sold his soul, its void now, and not just his but also his half-siblings as well... Constantine is getting decked.)  (Psst read the reblogs, everyone had fun adding to this one) |Daughter of Phantom, Lady Gotham. (Lady Gotham, is Danny Phantom’s daughter) |No Longer In Service (Ghost King Danny has an idea how to get summoners to stop summoning him) |Overdue Payments (Ghost King Danny finds Ra’s al ghul’s overdue payments and a request to repossess it) |For Them (Danny uses his ice to save Dani (Ellie) from melting and does so in front of one Dr. Victor Fries, aka Mr. Freeze) |In A Single Night (Vlad is taken down by either Selina or Tim in a single night due to being a creepy creep) |Assassin Heir? Crime Fighting Furry? NOPE NO THANK YOU! (Danny wakes up in a DC version of himself and tries to nope out of the Assassin lifestyle and avoid becoming a crime fighter. Now if only the others understood that) |Playing Dead AU (Danny is the dead body for those Murder Mystery parties and gets a gig for the Gotham elite. I strongly suggest reading the reblogs, they get amazing for this) |Of Godsons, Fruitloops, and Lois ‘I will drag all secrets out into the sun’ Lane (Lois Lane is Danny’s only godparent, Vlad better watch out) |Recluse Owner, Bookshelf Gremlin, and the Cute Cafe Guy (Danny and Dani have to leave their home dimension behind and decide to open a cafe with Ghostwriter whose been wanting a way to get new books without having to go out and deal with people. Jason is sus of the new bookstore that opened up overnight) (Very hinted Dead on Main) |Cujo is.... Trying (Danny gets hurt, Cujo and him are yeeted into the Gotham, and Cujo... Cujo is trying to do his best even as he’s chased after a sword wielding bird boy)  |Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?! (Danny learns is the love child clone? of Tim and Kon that Tim accidentally made during his bad year of losing everything and Danny gets deaged and tossed back into his home dimension. It was due to Clockwork that he never noticed the life he created (cause villain Tim timeline was nearly on set) but finds out what he created when said love child shows up at a Gala wandering around just after he announced he’s dating Kon) (a TimxKon story where they try to raise their clone love child) |Bellatrix Star ( a TaliaxDanny idea. Queen Talia and Ghost King Danny) |Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out. (Joker messed with the wrong person when he took a visiting class hostage) |Fenton Ethics and Test Tube Babies (Jazz and Danny aren’t Fenton’s but are half-siblings and cousins (basically same mom, different dad’s)...The Fenton’s have some... questionable ethics and moral) |Timelines, Red Robins, and Kings (dont ask about the title, it was only thing I can think of) (Tim crashes in on Danny’s ghost King lesson’s during his Red Robin run. Clockwork is excited for this timeline cause he gets to have some fun) |Beloved Beyond Time (Due to weird time-traveling, Ghost Prince Danny is summoned and mistaken as King by the LoA. There he meets a smitten young Damian al Ghul who proclaims they will marry... Later Danny finds himself cornered by a year older Damian when he returns to his own time) |Over Tea (Gotham gets a sudden and strange weather that shakes it to its core. The Batfam is trying to find the source, meanwhile a young Ghost King and Lady Gotham are discussing things over tea. |Good Doggos Give Hope! (A self-indulgant idea of Cujo wanting to help his fav ghost boy and meeting a very special ring wearing Corgi) |Taking a Chance (Good!Mom Talia! DannyxTalia (Royal Errors) and half-siblings Damian and Ellie (Danielle). Talia discovers Ra’s future he set out for Damian and is at the ends of her ropes, she is given a chance to leave in the form of a cryptic time being. Meanwhile Danny needs someone to become Danielle’s mother before she completely destabilizes)

[duckiemimi]

Do you think that when Kenjaku comes to battle and Geto sees Gojo in that state he can react and take possession of his body would be a great plotwist?

i do! i think it’s very possible!

i think it would be a well-executed plot-twist because we were introduced to the concept earlier in the shibuya arc.

now, unless gege added that choking scene just to drum up drama, then there should be a pay-off/resolution to this, especially in regards to the body-soul motifs we’ve seen in the series.

(in this case, kenjaku’s ct encompasses the physical body and mahito’s ct encompasses the intangible soul. which came first? the chicken or the egg? or did they spawn together?)

the first and last time we saw this happen was right before gojo’s sealing, and since then, kenjaku/geto’s body hasn’t seen gojo in distress. considering gojo’s distress was most likely the initial sight that triggered geto’s hand to move on “muscle memory,” perhaps staying away from the gojo vs. sukuna fight was exactly kenjaku’s plan, to avoid from this scenario happening again.

we’ve also seen how fiercely and impulsively geto’s reacted upon hearing news of gojo’s death in the hidden inventory arc. it was like he moved on autopilot, on muscle memory, until he couldn’t.

it wouldn’t be a lazy plot-twist for geto to “repossess” his body after seeing gojo in the state he’s in now—in fact, it would be thematically inline, like this part of the story has come full circle.

i also wanna add: this choking/seizing-back-your-power imagery has happened even before the shibuya arc, in the very first chapter of the series.

“whaddya think you’re doing with my body? give it back!”

three is a magic number in storytelling.

anyway, i’ll leave you with this poem.

[bunbeeplays]

Moses and Celeste eventually dry off to go take advantage of this gym's massage services, leaving just Ophelia and Paisley.

Paisley: Everyone's been really nice. I need to surround myself with more positivity. I'm doing a lot better but… it's been hard.

Ophelia: I'm sure it is. Anything I can do to help?

Paisley: No no, we're okay. I'm staying with my parents in our new place in the Spice District. It's nice to be home, but I wish I could see Trent and the girls more.

Paisley: They're growing up so fast. It feels like yesterday they were still toddlers I was petrified of. Soon Marina and Claudia are going to be teens. I feel old.

Ophelia: Girl, be quiet, I'm the one with the forehead wrinkles! But I can't believe it either…

Paisley hears her waterproof cell phone ringing and smiles when she sees it's her bestie/former stepson.

Paisley: Huh, weird. Trent usually texts.

Ophelia hums contently, playing with the water.

Paisley: Hey, sweetie, what's-

Ophelia can't make out much, but Trent sounds frantic. That's not a good sign.

Paisley: Trent, slow down, I can't under- Wait, WHAT?

Paisley: Holy shit… HOLY SHIT! Okay, I'm on my way!

She promptly hangs up and practically launches herself out of the hot tub in a panic.

Ophelia tries to ask what's going on but Paisley's not thinking straight enough to answer as she bolts out the door.

That kind of killed the mood, so the gathering ends pretty shortly after Paisley's hasty exit. Ophelia comes home to find Gemma sitting outside, glumly looking up at the stars.

Ophelia: Hey, muffin. You don't seem very happy for a girl on summer vacation.

As her mom sits down on the ground with her to chat, Gemma pours her heart out.

Gemma: I think Claudia's mad at me. She was supposed to call me tonight but she didn't. I even called her and she didn't answer.

Ophelia thinks back to earlier tonight. Trent sounded pretty scared.

The last thing she wants to do is freak her daughter out when she also doesn't know what happened, but these two Esposito-related occurrences could be linked.

Ophelia: I don't think Claudia would avoid you if she was mad at you. She's never been one to bite her tongue.

Ophelia: I just saw Miss Paisley and it sounds like Claudia and her family have… a lot going on.

Gemma: Oh. Like what?

Ophelia: I'm not sure. She probably just got distracted.

It's not necessarily a lie. Saying everything is probably fine would be, though, so she doesn't.

Before she can further comfort Gemma, Ophelia's interrupted by Xander.

Xander: Did you see the news?

Ophelia: What news? Did you run here from the bar?

Xander: The TV was playing the news and I saw…

He hesitates when he realizes Gemma is there.

Xander: …Someone you know.

It'd be easier to watch than for Xander to explain. If they notice Gemma is watching behind them, they don't comment on it.

Newscaster: -exclusive exposé from Del Sol Times provided a mountain of evidence eluding to corruption within one of the biggest corporations in Simerica-

Quite a few people are tuning into this breaking news story, actually.

Newscaster: -Economists and business analysts haven't seen a Ponzi scheme of this level in 20 generations-

Newscaster: - "The vagueness of this corporation's provided good and/or service really should have tipped us off sooner" says police chief-

Libby: Can you believe this, babe?

Drew: Do I know this dude? His name sounds familiar…

Newscaster: -SWAT teams swarmed the home of-

Greta: Finally, a lying, tax evading corporate pig is getting what they deserve!

Chloe: We don't pay taxes either.

Greta: Yeah but we're not billionaires!

Newscaster: -repossession of all assets including residential properties-

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher… What's going to happen to them?

Xander: I don't know.

Newscaster: -with multiple charges of securities fraud, commodities fraud, corporate fraud, tax fraud, mail and wire fraud, money laundering, insider trading, and resisting arrest-

Newscaster: - CEO of Espo Enterprises, Juan Esposito, has been taken into police custody and will be sentenced to life imprisonment. We'll keep you updated as future developments occur.

[miralax-gatorade]

Scooping aftermath stuff because i need to put my blorbos in pain

Michael's soul never actually left his body. he was the natural soul of the body until he died and automatically repossessed it. Its like internal bleeding with the soul: the soul is not where it is supposed to be, but it is still in there.

He was fully aware in the days Ennard was in control, he just couldn't speak, move, or interact with anything.

He regained control once Ennard decided to leave, so there was a several hour period where he had fully possessed his body, but Ennard was still IN there. They could still move around and stuff, but Michael could too. Michael tried to fight against them for a little bit, but it caused more damage and pain than it was worth. He still fought by instinct, but tried not to. Ennard did actually spend most of this time trying to leave Michaels body, but the reason it took several hours was because all of the spirits were disagreeing on how and when. some of the spirits wanted to rip themselves out immediately, and others (particularly Elizabeth) wanted to be careful, as to avoid hurting Michael more than they already had.

Theres a whole lot more of this, but now i have so many ideas and i want to write them in narrative form now