#bad girls club mexico

[barcaatthemoon]

the truth || jenni hermoso x reader ||

on a night out with the team, the truth comes out about your breakup with jenni.

you didn't know where to look. the room felt so tense to you. it was like every few seconds your eyes drifted over to where jenni was drinking with alexia, mapi, and leila. you had left barcelona first, so that was on you. afterwards, jenni ran away to mexico, which was much further away than you were in germany. however, you had left first, which meant everybody blamed you for the way things happened.

jenni swore up and down that she had left barcelona for reasons unrelated to you, but everybody knew that was bullshit. a drunken voicemail you had yet to delete was all the evidence you needed to call jenni a liar. apparently, your national squad teammates didn't even need to know about voicemail to push the blame on you. now, you felt like you were an outcast in the group that had once been your family.

"another please," you said to the bartender as he walked your way. the club was packed full of people in your team's circle. friends and girlfriends, including jenni's new one from mexico. she had found somebody to move on with, but you hadn't been able to get your mind off of her.

technically, the breakup had been her fault. she was the one who had come to you saying that it was a bad idea. jenni had rattled off reason after reason as to why you couldn't be together anymore. all the while, you had fiddled with the engagement ring in your pocket. you waited patiently until jenni's tirade was finished, ignoring the smell of alcohol on her breath as she ranted on and on. once that was over, you had taken the ring out of your pocket and handed it to her unceremoniously.

jenni had tried contacting you for two weeks before she gave up. the ring found its way back to you through alexia the same day that you had elected not to renew your barcelona contract. she looked disappointed, but you wondered what story jenni had spun for her. you wondered what jenni even remembered from that night because from the way that she acted, you doubted she realized who instigated the fight in the first place.

"how many have you had?" even in your drunken state, alexia's stern tone was unmistakable. you turned towards her with your new drink in hand, but once you lost the support of the bar, you nearly fell forward. alexia plucked the drink out of your hand as she caught you.

"hey, that's mine," you slurred. alexia cursed under her breath as she pulled you onto your feet. you tried reaching for your drink, nearly causing the both of you to tumble to the floor. alexia caught herself, but dropped you onto the ground in the process. you hit the ground with a heavy thud, seemingly unbothered about laying in a puddle of your spilled drink. however, you were very upset about your drink.

"jesus christ," alexia swore as you broke out into a fit of tears. she tried to pull you up onto your feet, but it was no use. you weren't moving because you didn't want to. "(y/n), get up. come on, you're making a scene."

"leave me here, it's not like any of you like me anymore." you knew that you were acting like a child, but you couldn't help it. the floodgates had opened up and everything was spilling out. alexia sighed as she motioned a couple of the more sober girls over to help her pick you up. they all managed to get you out of the club together, which had not been an easy task.

"i've never seen her like this before," you heard one of them say quietly. they all stood behind you as you sat on a bench. you could hear them, every single word as they went on and on like you weren't there.

"you don't think this is because of jenni, do you?" you were pretty sure that one was leila. alexia sighed as she looked at you, very obviously a shell of your former self. if any of them had been paying attention to you, they all would have noticed the ways that you had been changing.

"i don't know, but i'm going to get her back to the hotel. please keep an eye on jenni for me," alexia told them. she scooped you up as she helped you onto your feet, the two of you stumbling down the sidewalk together towards your team's hotel. "what happened (y/n)?"

"i drank," you muttered quietly. alexia wondered if you indulged like this often. you had been playing well at your club, but you'd been a bit sluggish during the practices earlier in the week. your name had gone from the starting xi to the reserves quickly. if you weren't careful, they'd take your name off of the roster completely. although, as alexia half-carried you, she wondered if maybe that was what you wanted.

"how much do you usually drink?" alexia asked. she was afraid of the answer. you had once been like a little sister to her, and maybe she had let her closeness with jenni distract her from the fact that she cared about you too. most of the team had followed suit and iced out the younger player because of the obvious pain that their star striker was in.

"until i don't remember anymore," you admitted. "it never works. i always remember what she said to me."

"what who said?" alexia knew the answer already. she had picked up the pieces of jenni the morning after. jenni hadn't completely opened up, but she didn't remember everything. all jenni had known that morning was that the two of you had fought and you threw a ring at her, claiming you couldn't believe you almost let yourself propose.

"jenni. i love her, and she hurt me. you don't hurt someone you love like that." you dropped down onto your knees on the sidewalk. alexia struggled to get you back up to your feet after that. she opted for not hurting herself trying to take care of you and decided to call a couple of teammates to come and get you. she had expected mapi and leila to join her, and they had shown up, but with the addition of jenni.

"oh, mi amor," jenni sighed as she saw the sight of you. internally, you were battling between running from her and running right into her arms. the part of you that wanted her won out first, and you found yourself crawling on the sidewalk towards her. your other teammates frowned at the sight, never having seen you like that for anybody. jenni knelt down and opened her arms, unable to deny you anything in the moment.

"they hate me, it's awful," you cried into her arms. jenni wrapped her arms around you as she held you. "they all hate me because you left. they think you left because i did, but i only left because you didn't want me anymore. i want you so bad it hurts, but you don't love me anymore. i want to hate you, but the only person i can hate is myself. it makes me so angry."

"i'm sorry," jenni apologized. she looked around at her teammates for help, but none of them were sure what to do. she pulled you up to your feet and handed you off to alexia and leila. they got you back to the hotel and safely tucked into mapi's bed for the night.

"jenni, who broke up with who?" mapi asked as she glanced down at her younger teammate. everybody had a few reservations whenever jenni announced to the team that the two of you were together, but they never could have imagined it go as badly as it had.

"i-i think i broke up with her. i don't really know, it's all kind of fuzzy," jenni admitted. mapi's face hardened with a look of anger. jenni knew that whatever came her way was deserved, it had been a few months coming at this point. "i wanted to make up with her, but she wouldn't talk to me. after our fight, all she said was that she was going to germany."

"for (y/n)'s sake, and yours, fix this," mapi ordered. jenni knew that she really did need to figure out a way to do that, but she had no idea where to even begin. you avoided her at all costs, and there was a good chance that a few of the younger players would keep jenni from you on their own. they may have followed in the elder players' footsteps, but leaving you behind had not been an easy decision for any of them.

[lovexjoe]

In Love With A Stripper Part 1 

Synopsis: what happens when a big time cartel meets a stripper? Warning: drugs, language, mention of death, prostitution 

Xiomara was turning 19 today. She’s been stripping since she was 18 and no this isn’t one of those “trying to get to the bag” stories. She doesn’t have a choice. Her boyfriend at the time was killed during a bad drug deal. Which left her to raise a son all on her own. Stripping pays the bills and teaching during the day allows her to save up. She’s trying to move back to the States, if she was by herself she would just pick up and go. But Ricky needed stability and daycare cost a lot in the US on top of housing. 

Tonight was a big night at the strip club as the cartels are celebrating a birthday today. Ricky was with his grandma, who truly felt sorry that Xiomara had to do this. Her son passing the way he did wasn’t ideal but he made his bed and now he sleeps in it 6ft under. Xiomara still provided money to her because her late boyfriend always helped out and it was one of his last wishes. Plus she really was the only family she had. 

Her stage name was Luna. She had one rule, never sleep with anybody. Her friend Chichi at the club informed her she might have to give it up for one night, cause these men pay. They were currently in the alley way grabbing some cocaine and other pills for the girls back at the strip. It helped numb the pain from the heels or whatever reason they had to do it. Spinning around on a pole looking like a fucking Barbie doll will do it to you. She never judged, she just never participated. 

“Chichi dale! I don’t want the rest of the girls getting the best poles. I got stuck on the loose one in the back yesterday and almost busted ass” Xio grew impatient as they wait for the plug to pull up. She acted a certain way around these girls to blend in. During the day she was squeaky clean for the kids she taught. They waited another minute when a man showed up, his eyes meeting Xio’s immediately. She stared at him back as she watched their transaction. He looked filthy rich yet here he was making a quick buck off of women. Disgusting. 

“You doing sum of this?” He looks at her and she shakes her head. 

“Nah not for me.” Interesting he thought. It wasn’t for him either. Her Bambi eyes making her look innocent. She’s still a stripper after all….

“We’ll see you inside Aretas! Move ya ass Luna we’re late already!” Chichi walked as fast as she could in her heels with Xio trailing behind her. 

“You’re not gonna say thank you?” He calls out to her. Xio turns and salutes him. 

“Thanks jefe!” Xio says before laughing to herself. To think that’s what Andres was doing before he left this earth left a sour taste in her mouth. An interaction like that cost him his life. 

~~~~

The girls dove into their choice of drug before heading out on the floor. Xio touched up her lipgloss, sprayed her perfume and headed out on stage. Armando entered the strip with a group of his homies. Tonight was a night for celebration. What’s being in the cartel and committing crime if you can’t celebrate right? His mom’s escape is set for next week, so they have to blend and do their usual shenanigans which is going out. Laying low would cause some suspicions. 

The girl from earlier caught his eye. She seemed pretty young to be working in the strip but then he remembered Mexico wasn’t all it was made out to be. Yes, it’s beautiful but you get caught up with the wrong crowd your future vanishes in an instant. The strip club had a scent of perfume, hookah and sweat. Not the greatest pairings. He saw Chichi his regular, they usually vibe together but tonight….he wanted her. After drinking and vibing out with his friends they all disperse to their private rooms for a dance. 

“Alright lover boy. Who you picking tonight. It’s on the house.” Armando glances around as the manager of this place follows his eyes. He saw her, rotating the pole so elegantly, her eyes alone could make a man empty his pockets. He nods his head in her direction. 

“Her.” 

“Luna! She’s the youngest one here. Have at it pal!” Armando tensed up wanting to punch him in his shit but realized this environment comes with that type of fuckery. He walks over to her, admiring as she spins her way down from the top of the pole to the bottom. She started to dance around the pole, working her body to the beat. They both lock eyes as she walks over to him like a pretty little kitten. 

“May I have a dance? Birthday boy is owed it.” She looks him up and down, taking his hand and leading him to the back. She was thinking about their interaction earlier. So the drug dealer that was outside was Aretas not some random. Well….at least the bills will be paid for months for these girls. He is what everyone says he is: handsome but those looks definitely killed.

He sits down as the music changed to Persian Rugs by PartyNextDoor. She closes the curtain, walking over to him, touching from his shoulders down to his thighs her hands slowly glided. If she was gonna go against her rules for one night it was going to be worth it. She’d rather it be him then some old fuck anyway. Turning around, she starts to give him a lap dance and he’s completely in a trance. 

He’s come in here a handful of times and nothing left him satisfied, but this one she has him hooked. He hoped she was new because if he has overlooked her this entire time he’d be annoyed. Simply because she doesn’t try too much as if she’s just trying to slip under the radar. She worked her waist line and he couldn’t help but touch her as she grinds her ass against him. His hands falling on her waist, he took control, making her grinds slow and pressed up against his bulge. 

You’re usually not suppose to touch, but the way his hands steered her body she didn’t want to object. His cologne and natural scent just gave off money and gave her stomach butterflies too. He made her slow down, her pussy completely pressed up on his bulge. She started to feel herself getting hot. She hasn’t been with anyone since Andres passing a year ago. What’s up with her and drug dealers anyway?! 

He pulls her backwards so she’s completely laying against his chest as she starts to ride his thigh. Her body was so sensitive she could feel every movement against her clit. What the fuck is happening right now. He caresses her cheek, tilting her face to look up at him. 

“Fuck mami, can I kiss you?” Their foreheads touching. 

“Yes” she says breathless. Without hesitation their lips touched, Armando didn’t know what came over him tonight, but it was his birthday after all and she seem to be the only girl that didn’t throw herself at him. She turns her body around to face him. Her hands pulling his body as close as she could have him. Their bodies just melted into each other like as if they were made for this moment. Two puzzle pieces. Armando feels her shaky breaths against his lips and knew this wasn’t an occurrence on a daily basis or probably ever. Most of these strippers were numbed down to the bones yet this Bambi eyed princess has nerves. 

They slowly pull away, but he holds her still. She shouldn’t be cooped up in the club and ogled at. She seemed too delicate to be working here, her skin so soft but her hands had callouses. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“Get dressed, you’re coming with me.” 

“I-I can’t I have to stay here or else-“ 

“I’ll handle it. Just get dressed for me and I’ll pick you up out back.” She agrees and heads out to the dressing room. She didn’t think she had a choice in that decision. She texted Andres’s mom letting her know that she’ll be out for the rest of the night. She changed into her cargo pants and t shirt with sneakers and heading out back.

She has no idea where this night will take her. 

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[randombush3]

cherry wine

jenni hermoso x reader

part one

i hate this but i'm posting it anyway LOL

also sorry if it doesn't make sense but just like don't read into it 🙂

thanks @codiemarin for part two's idea xx

i also feel like every character deserves an apology in this

p.s. not proofread soz

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much. 

She is happy in Mexico, and, just like in Paris, her escape becomes a person, not a place. 

You have moved, and now you speak Spanish. She still doesn’t know where you are from. 

Your husband, however, is a lot more forthcoming. He works in oil. He owns a quarter of the club; he bought the shares without a second thought. You have no daughter but your husband wants women’s football to have a future. He isn’t a bad man, which Jenni hates. 

He is kind – filthy rich, but kind – and it makes it hard to hurt such a good person. 

Fortunately, ‘hard’ and ‘impossible’ are not synonymous. 

Motherhood brings about no thaw, but your iciness is what has always made you so enticing to Jenni. 

She memorises your address, and she is now the one who appears. The security guards open the gates for her when the time is right, and if it isn’t, they hustle her to a nearby bar and instruct her to wait. She waits obediently. She waits because you always call her back at some point. 

When you are with Jenni, cold fingertips warmed, eyes burning with desire, the tightrope she walks widens. She plants her feet with certainty, however false it may be. She looks down at the wire to avoid the world that blazes around her, and she never dares to look ahead because she knows that it is never going to be the right time to ask. 

It looks ugly, but it’s clean. 

Jenni is happy to be with you; happy here in Monterrey, just as she was happy there in Paris. 

Happy to hide and drag herself out of your bed past midnight. 

His bed. (She tries not to think about it.)

The complicating factor is the two little boys running around the mansion, chased by tired nannies who aren’t sure how to explain why their mother needs to be left alone with their favourite footballer. That’s what Jenni becomes, unluckily, because your husband is so forward-thinking that he takes the boys to see the girls. 

Although your piercing eyes can make Jenni shiver, the boys are unaffected. They run rings around everyone, but Jenni can sometimes bark out a command and get them to sit. 

Often enough, they sit an appropriate distance from your bedroom, patiently waiting for your private meeting to be over before hounding Jenni the minute she emerges. They take no notice of her tousled hair or wild eyes, and their attention flings Jenni’s tears back inside of her whenever you get a bit too harsh with her, so it’s all good. 

When her mother calls and asks why Jenni has learnt French now instead of when she played there, she tells her not to fuss. 

Jenni is removed from those who care about her, but the haze of comfort you provide blinds her to her mistakes. 

You are hers and she is yours. 

She lies in the palm of your hand and likes when your fist closes around her. She feels safe that way. 

She likes when there is blood because the blood tastes as sweet as cherry wine. Blood is proof that you are real. Your blood runs hot like tar, and she is glad to be rooted to the spot. 

Weeks go by, and Jenni’s latest medal begins to strangle her. 

You are starting to fall in love. 

It’s never happened before. 

It’s not dutiful and it’s not because you are too weak to overcome a woman’s nature; incapable of recoding the innate forces of motherhood. It’s not as taxing or exhausting, and it is certainly not the chore you thought love would be. 

Love is radiation, in a sense, and you cannot conceal it. 

Jenni is unaware that she should dress herself in lead, but suddenly everything is contaminated and, apparently, it is all her fault. 

He’s away. 

Jenni knows he is away because he said goodbye to her when he visited the team during their training session. He wished her luck for the match, he professed his faith in her to bring his club success. He is slowly losing the French accent when he speaks, he is slowly catching up to her. 

He’s away but this time she can’t shake the feeling of him in your bed. 

It’s never happened before. 

She still wants it, but her crime is flashing bright red in her mind. 

You, guilty too, flee from the lawless land you have built.

“We’re going to the Maldives for our anniversary,” you inform her, even though there is no reason for her to know. She is not this ‘we’. 

She’s actually never been included in a ‘we’. 

“And the boys?” Jenni asks with interest. She’d prefer them to tag along. It being less romantic would make her feel better. 

“The boys are staying here.” You turn around and face the window as she rises from the crumpled sheets. The blinds part enough for you to catch glimpses of laughing figures chasing each other around the poolside, shouts sounding frantically from their nanny about watching their step. “You’ll visit them while I’m away, right? They really like you.” 

“I really like them.” You smile. It reaches your eyes and Jenni sees the reflection of it in the glass. Wishing her hands could frame you, she feels encouraged to continue. “I like anything of yours. I adore you.”

Your response is as closed as a fist, but your ribs flare open and your heart is on display, thumping and thumping, and Jenni knows that she is holding the key to a rusted lock. It’s neither shiny nor new, but it is the right one this time. 

Jenni guards the key in your absence but she is going to hand it back to you. 

She does visit the boys, driving over daily, rolling her eyes when the guards remind her that you are not yet done with your holiday and punctuating her sentences curtly. They ask her about Spain. Jenni finds herself explaining lesbianism too. 

She can’t help but associate Spain with people she’d rather not think about, but the boys strike her as perfect blends of you and your husband and she is very quickly forcing those thoughts into her mind. 

She books a flight and she goes home, ensuring there is an overlap with your holiday so that you are the one who has to do the welcoming when she returns. 

“You’re not really here for work, are you?” Alexia sees right through her, amused by Jenni’s foolishness. “I have a girlfriend, Jenni.” 

“I need to forget mine,” Jenni replies quietly. 

Her attempt is futile and her desperation wanes the moment her plane lands. 

She tried. 

She can’t escape from it though; from you. 

You are still falling in love with Jenni. Distance didn’t stop it like you thought it would. 

You tried. 

Your husband grows busier and leaves more often. 

There is more time to fall in love with Jenni, and it suffocates you like some brainwashing, poisonous gas. 

You search for a cure for your illness, but there is no cure for the absence of infirmity. 

Your plan to drive her away is to echo how traumatising Paris must have been, but sleeping with Jenni furiously is infuriating. It doesn’t work! 

It doesn’t last, and, like some tired soldier, your fire is blown out and only softer, sweeter, more merciful embers remain.

There is no fight left, but you are in denial. 

The battle is lost and won, yet the victor is unclear. Is it Jenni, who is clutched closer and asked to sleep over? Is it you, with a delicious ache in your muscles and steaming blood coursing through your veins? 

“Do you love me?” 

You pale at how obvious you must have become and you don’t know how to answer. 

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much. 

[ykscarlett]

headcanons || valeria garza || pt.1

warning: this is only my opinion about her!!, minors dni, a slight mention of smut, lesbian relationship, a little bit angst ig, grammar, if I missed something, please write to me about it.

a/n: the first post. I'm really looking forward to your opinions and reblogs.

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with love, scarlett

My headcanons about Valeria (without mentioning revealing her as ‘el sin nombre’ and meeting with Ale) + bonus "if you are finally in a relationship with Valeria."

A former officer of the Mexican Special Forces, and now the leader of a criminal cartel, can show feelings? Can she be gentle to someone? Seriously?

Or maybe to lo– no, not to love, but rather, it's very good to improvise that she feels something for her partner, because she is very good at pretending. Too good, I'd say.

Love is something unknown to her.

Something that she failed to feel both as a child and in adulthood.

Something forbidden.

Something that she is deprived of and that she will never feel.

Let's be honest, she won't be able to love someone.

But I'm not saying she doesn't need love.

She didn't read the romantic books that all her girls-classmates flowed from. (and yes, her parents forced her to get a good education first, and then go into the military)

She didn't date anyone from school, while other girls switched boyfriends.

She realized that she was attracted to girls only at sixteen, when a pretty stranger in a club kissed her.

And she always used girls only to satisfy her pleasure. Of course, there are hints of sadism in her, after all, she personally tortures all her prisoners, but sexually there is a difference.

She will never cause real pain.

It can humiliate you, it can turn you into a wet, whimpering mess, it can make you faint from the pace and overexcitation, but it will never hurt if we engage in intimacy with you.

Well. In her opinion, love is overrated. This feeling is nothing more than a facade of a person's emotional weakness. And Valeria cannot allow herself to be weak in something, and especially towards someone.

But if you ask her "What is love for you?", I think she will answer something like this: "It's hard to explain.. it can mean something different to everybody. It's a feeling, a connection between people. A desire to protect someone more than yourself, and to be there for each other, no matter what. And it can be an incredibly powerful force, one that can change the world and bring people together in unexpected ways. For some, love is simply a chemical reaction, a biological instinct driven to perpetuate and propagate our species. And for others, it's a mystical concept that transcends time, space and logic."

She was definitely not in a real healthy relationship, I guarantee you that. And there's not much time for love when your life is constantly under threat. She had many affairs with girls and women, several with men (there were only two of them, the first was a trial, the second was proof that the opposite sex had no chance with her; and no, she did not date Alejandro, if they were together, Mexico would be on fire)

She's in the drug trade, man. This is unacceptable to me, drugs are evil, but in the case of Valeria... I do not know how to justify this, it is unacceptable to me.

She's a first-class manipulator. She can achieve absolutely anything she wants, only if she really wants to. Single–mindedness is another important character trait of hers. She will use any goals and any connections, any ways and break any rules to get what she has in mind... Or who.

But Val is not as bad as you think, I'm describing her. I think she just won't let herself fall in love. She's afraid of hurting someone she loves...to whom she will get attached because of her activities. She is engaged in criminal cases and every night she falls asleep (if suddenly, thank God, she gets the opportunity) with the thought "will I survive tomorrow?".

She's being hunted. Many. She runs a huge drug cartel, makes big deals, runs criminal gangs... Another reason to be alone and sometimes ask an assistant to order a little fucktoy.

But what if you win her heart so that she practically forgets about all her principles?

Bonus.

How you got to her, decide for yourself, whether it's captivity, recruitment or your own decision. There are many options.

At first, she will deny feeling for you.

Literally.

She will try to avoid you everywhere and in everything, she will start talking even colder, but she will surreptitiously watch you and with her own hands she will take care of that bully who is part of her cartel to show him that it is better not to even talk to you, let alone touch your waist. I don't think I need to say that the next day, and in fact, he will never appear in this building.

Initially, she will be a 'secret' lover. She will show signs of attention, but as imperceptibly as possible and goddamn you will understand that this is her, this is a woman who has not been trained in anything.

You will hook her, most likely, not with beauty, but simply with yourself. Time is important for Valeria, if it does not concern one-night stands. Time to take a closer look, time to realize, time to fall in love, time to come up with a way to confess, time to try to forget you, time to realize what really is...fuck..fell in love.

She notices the little things.

She is very attentive and sometimes it's even creepy. She notices if you have eaten before she sends you to transfer the goods, if you have not eaten, then she will send one of her assigned ones along with a package of typical goodies. She notices you drawing little drawings in the margins of your notebook while she talks about upcoming deals. She notices that a patch has appeared on your index finger, apparently you accidentally cut yourself with a knife again, imagining yourself *some famous chef* and be sure that there will be a pack of patches and one flower on your bedside table.

Valeria has never liked flowers. But for your sake, she became addicted to the colors of red. Red...as blood...and even here she went crazy. In my opinion, she would always give a long red rose with uncut, sharp thorns.

Without noticing it, she becomes softer towards you than towards her other 'employees'.

Since she is a woman with money, she can pamper you with gifts that you have been dreaming about for a long time, and the cartel's personal courier will say that it is from an old relative/aunt/former classmate/fourth cousin on dad's sister's side.

Okay, let's move away from the period of easy falling in love and move on to some of the facts that await you in a relationship with her.

Her gentle nature may or may not reveal itself. She can gently kiss your lips and easily cover your entire neck with bruises, which is why you get sidelong glances from your teammates and an arrogant look from V. She can gently and slowly play with your pussy, treating it like a crystal vase, or she can spank your pussy, bite your hips until red stripes appear and fuck hard with a strap-on.

Speaking of the latter, she doesn't have many. One is standard, one that you can safely accept and enjoy it, the second is an ordinary dildo with protruding parts and the third is a long one if you've done something and she can't wait to vent her disappointment on you.

Before entering into an intimate relationship with you, she will definitely discuss what is acceptable for you, what is not and what is categorically not. This is another manifestation of love on her part.

If you return wounded after the mission, she will swear at everyone and take you to her office, where, cursing menacingly, she will begin to treat your wounds, after which she will gently kiss each one, as if taking all the pain for himself.

Another bonus.

A few days ago, she asked you to sleep with her. Of course, you agreed, and a few minutes after her proposal, you were lying on her chest in her big bed, in which she practically does not sleep, because sitting on a chair is more familiar to sleep and she stroked your hair. She can't help but wonder why she's showing such tenderness to you. Her brain tries in every possible way to reason with her, to return her to her usual cold and inaccessible lifestyle, to her comfort zone. But she moves away from these thoughts to thoughts of you, who is peacefully snuffling on her chest like a child.

Grinning at the comparison of you with a child, she pretended not to think about how just yesterday you sucked on her tits, sucking them to such an extent that your drool flowed between her large and soft breasts, continuing to stroke your head and occasionally kissing your forehead.

///

But she was gone for a long time last night. She's back in her office. You knew that for sure. Before your relationship, you often ran to her about assignments and even late at night she was always there.

So you got out of bed, wrapped yourself in a blanket, put on your slippers and went to her office. You knocked.

"Busy." Her menacing voice rang out.

She's unhappy about something, you thought, and whispered. "Valeria? May I?"

When she heard your voice, she froze in place and only after a few seconds shouted, "Come in, cariño."

You went inside and sure enough, Garza's desk was filled with papers, empty coffee cups and wrappers from her favorite candies. I'm sure she has a sweet tooth. It sounds silly, but I think it's almost the only thing that will make her smile out of pleasure, not disgust or something like that.

"Can't you sleep without me?" She replied sarcastically.

"Yes." You answered quite seriously and she understood it.

She patted her knees and said meekly, "Come here, dulzura."

When you sat down and put your arms around her neck, resting your head on her shoulder, she leaned her ear against the top of your head and put one arm around your waist, continuing to work with documents.

"Sit here for now. I'll be done soon and we'll go to bed, I'll take you to bed. Sleep well...mi pequeña princesa."

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the meanings of some words in Spanish:

cariño - darling

dulzura - sweetness

mi pequeña princesa - my little princess

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Max Verstappen x Fem! Reader part 1

part 2

summary: when you met max your life started to sound like the verse ”But with everybody watching us, our every move We do have reputations We keep it secret” warnings: infidelity everywhere you see, not morally safe, I didn't correct this but I will

You had met Max at the race in Mexico, you had traveled from Argentina and gone as just another fan but this time you were in the Red Bull garage seeing everything up close since your father had paid for a special pass so he could get to know him well, One day there you had met Max's girlfriend and Checo's wife. You remember that they both greeted you kindly and invited you to stay with them.

That race had caused something to talk about since many said that Max had not let Checo win and that at that moment their friendship was on the tightrope, you did not pay much attention to notice if Checo was really angry with Max or not. that you simply continued enjoying everything that followed afterwards, you met Max at that very moment when he entered the room with Checo and Hamilton, you asked the three of them for an autograph trying to leave as soon as possible so that they wouldn't think you were annoying, When you went to talk to Max he looked at you and smiled before signing for you and then you left.

You saw him again when he stood on the first place podium and you thought that this was definitely his place, first place. At the end of the day you returned to the house where you were staying, it was the house of one of your friends who had moved to Mexico a few years before when her parents had divorced and she had gone with her mother.

After that race, Brazil followed in which Max came sixth and you were also present, it hurt you a little that he was so low but regardless of the result you continued to support him so he kept going, then for the last time in the year he continued to Abu Dhabi in which Max won, you knew that after his second title won in Japan and now also in his last race of the year with a good closing, he and his circle of friends were going to go out to celebrate at night, one of Max's friends I had invited you that same day when I met you at the go and you thought it would be a good idea.

That night you prepared the best you could wanting to look good, you always wanted to look good and you did. Max's friend had agreed to pick you up and he did so at the time he had agreed to meet. You didn't know specifically where they were going to go but you did know it was going to be a very good night.

At the club you greeted everyone who was in that group, the girls immediately integrated you into the group and you were with them all the time, the one you got along with best was Carmen, it was very easy for them to talk and change the subject without even getting bored . . They shared a couple of drinks until you started to feel the effect of the alcohol so you left it, each of the girls were now with their boyfriends dancing or scattered around, you were sitting with Max's friend “Lucas” talking and laughing, You liked the fact that he didn't want to try anything else and how gentlemanly he was towards you.

When you both got tired of talking and laughing you got up to go to the bathroom, you walked through all those people to get there and before you went through the door you saw Max and Kelly fighting and it's not that you were a gossip but sometimes it wasn't bad to find out some things. things and that's what you did, you stood in a place making sure they didn't see you and you heard Kelly yell at Max demanding that how was it possible that he cheated on her again and in such a public place. It was no secret that there was a time when Max cheated on Kelly and it was everywhere and this time was the second time. She tried to calm her down but she just didn't want to do it and when it seemed like they had finished arguing you heard the footsteps of her heels leaving the place. You came out of your hiding place and that was the moment you saw Max, he looked at you for a moment and knew that you were listening to them but he didn't say anything and just walked past you.

You returned to your place knowing what had happened and you were interested in knowing what would continue to happen.

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Banned Books Week Day 5

It has been a week filled chock full of information and good books. We hope our posts gave you valuable information or encouraged you to get involved.

If you missed any of our book recommendations click below to find out our favorite banned books. 

Check, Please! Book 1: #Hockey by Ngozi Ukazu

The hilarious and heartbreaking confessions of a figure skater turned collegiate hockey player who’s terrified of checking . . . and is desperately in love with the captain of his hockey team.

Eric Bittle is a former Georgia junior figure skating champion, vlogger extraordinaire, and amateur pâtissier. But as accomplished as he is, nothing could prepare him for his freshman year of playing hockey at the prestigious Samwell University in Samwell, Massachusetts. It’s nothing like co-ed club hockey back in the South! For one? There’s checking. Second, there is Jack—his very attractive but moody captain.

A collection of the first half of the mega-popular webcomic series of the same name, Check, Please!: # Hockey is the first in a hilarious and stirring two-volume coming-of-age story about hockey, bros, and trying to find yourself during the best four years of your life.

If this novel appeals to you, show your support by visiting your local library or purchasing a copy at Bookshop.org.

Gabi, A Girl in Pieces by Isabel Quintero

In this groundbreaking William C. Morris Award winner for a YA debut, Gabi’s life is a mess–her family, her friends, her attempts at a love life–but writing helps, especially since it turns out she’s pretty good at poetry.

Gabi Hernandez chronicles her last year of high school in her diary: college applications, Cindy’s pregnancy, Sebastian’s coming out, the cute boys, her father’s meth habit, and the food she craves. And best of all, the poetry that helps forge her identity.

July 24

My mother named me Gabriella, after my grandmother who, coincidentally, didn’t want to meet me when I was born because my mother was unmarried, and therefore living in sin. My mom has told me the story many, many, MANY, times of how, when she confessed to my grandmother that she was pregnant with me, her mother beat her. BEAT HER! She was twenty-five. That story is the basis of my sexual education and has reiterated why it’s important to wait until you’re married to give it up. So now, every time I go out with a guy, my mom says, “Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas.” Eyes open, legs closed. That’s as far as the birds and the bees talk has gone. And I don’t mind it. I don’t necessarily agree with that whole wait until you’re married crap, though. I mean, this is America and the 21st century; not Mexico one hundred years ago. But, of course, I can’t tell my mom that because she will think I’m bad. Or worse: trying to be White.

If this novel appeals to you, show your support by visiting your local library or purchasing a copy at Bookshop.org.

The Weight of Blood by Tiffany D. Jackson

When Springville residents–at least the ones still alive–are questioned about what happened on prom night, they all have the same explanation . . . Maddy did it.

An outcast at her small-town Georgia high school, Madison Washington has always been a teasing target for bullies. And she’s dealt with it because she has more pressing problems to manage. Until the morning a surprise rainstorm reveals her most closely kept secret: Maddy is biracial. She has been passing for white her entire life at the behest of her fanatical white father, Thomas Washington.

After a viral bullying video pulls back the curtain on Springville High’s racist roots, student leaders come up with a plan to change their image: host the school’s first integrated prom as a show of unity. The popular white class president convinces her Black superstar quarterback boyfriend to ask Maddy to be his date, leaving Maddy wondering if it’s possible to have a normal life.

But some of her classmates aren’t done with her just yet. And what they don’t know is that Maddy still has another secret . . . one that will cost them all their lives.

If this novel appeals to you, show your support by visiting your local library or purchasing a copy at Bookshop.org.

The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School by Sonora Reyes

Sixteen-year-old Yamilet Flores prefers to be known for her killer eyeliner, not for being one of the only Mexican kids at her new, mostly white, very rich Catholic school. But at least here no one knows she’s gay, and Yami intends to keep it that way.

After being outed by her crush and ex-best friend before transferring to Slayton Catholic, Yami has new priorities: keep her brother out of trouble, make her mom proud, and, most importantly, don’t fall in love. Granted, she’s never been great at any of those things, but that’s a problem for Future Yami.

The thing is, it’s hard to fake being straight when Bo, the only openly queer girl at school, is so annoyingly perfect. And smart. And talented. And cute. So cute. Either way, Yami isn’t going to make the same mistake again. If word got back to her mom, she could face a lot worse than rejection. So she’ll have to start asking, WWSGD: What would a straight girl do?

Told in a captivating voice that is by turns hilarious, vulnerable, and searingly honest, The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School explores the joys and heartaches of living your full truth out loud.

If this novel appeals to you, show your support by visiting your local library or purchasing a copy at Bookshop.org.

[sangfielle]

okay here's my initial list. i pulled a bunch of shit but honestly this next fest looks way less promising than the last one. the last one had cryptmaster.... if u have any standouts so far that arent on this list lmk. i'll try anything but the total absence of platformers and driving games on this list is because i tend to be bad at them

Wizard of legend ii

Vampire therapist

Tavern talk

The crush house

Amber isle

Of the devil

Afterlove ep

Elation for the wonder box 6000

Mexico, 1921. A deep slumber

Midnight ramen

Ophelia’s chapter

Grifford academy

Threads of you: beyond the bay

B-project ryusei*fantasia

Dog eat dog: scam to survive

Techno banter

Ghost girl lasling

Adventure forge

Dev_hell

Dungeon clawler

Dice & fold

Rune coliseum

Technotopia

Once upon a rogue’s tale

Through the thorns and curses

Pyrene

Perfect hand of nostalpix

Dawnmaker

Elemental exiles

Paper kingdom

Witching stone

Hollowbody

Creatures of ava

Steel seed

On your tail

Bloodless

Keylocker

Fading skies

Closer the distance

The august before

Beatrider

Mythwrecked: ambrosia island

unheil

This Magical Girl is a B☆tch

Saint ceri

Anchored Hearts: A Tale of Destiny

Unheim

Devil’s hideout

Going down

BURN

Sigh of the abyss

Lethal Honor - Order of the Apocalypse

Vampire dynasty

Evilvevil

Vampire: The Masquerade - Reckoning of New York

Kickback

Metal slug tactics

Wild bastards

About a mouse

Spill the beans

Love, ghostie

Obscuria

Be the Ruler: Britannia

Jousting manager

Last Dream Fishing Arcade

Hollywood animal

Tavern manager simulator

Sunset motel

Enotria: The Last Song

SAEKO: Giantess Dating Sim

Broke Signal Badlands: A World of Desert Adventure

SWORN

Warden’s will

Shell runner

Where is my cat

Ash & Adam's GOBSMACKED

Evilspunk

Duelant

Sporeborn Dark

GUNCHO

Necrophosis

Fomo

I am your beast

Kill knight

Sophonce

Morn

Goblin cleanup

Rainbow sea

Repent

Shapehero factory

Handmancers

Falling mountains

幻兽纸牌

Spirits of the sicilium forest

Dice captain

The dragonhood

Sea of brave: beast island

Warlords of the deck

Demon’s mirror

Pape rangers

Dungeons of hinterberg

Bloomtown: a different story

Dimhaven enigmas

Honeycomb: the world beyond

Brokenlore: follow

Elise

Trap for the heir

Dustborn

No more noise

Security control

Dark hours

Bane murrain

TRADESMAN: Deal to Dealer

Medieval Crafter: Blacksmith

Sovereign elect

Mercyful Flames: The Witches

Debtor’s club

The vigilante diaries

Blood typers

Fraudulent idols

Flintlock: The Siege of Dawn

Echoes in the Deep - A Fateforge Tale

Mirthwood

Go to hell must

Dust courier

Raining City: Millions Recollections

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[mzannthropy]

Sam Claflin + well developed female characters

I once posted a list of Sam's female-directed films [x], but as @jesstasticvoyage points out, it's also true that a lot of stuff he stars in features well developed female characters (I'm kinda tired of the "strong female character" phrase, so using this one instead). So, let's have a look at them.

The Hunger Games series (dir Francis Lawrence) - still the most obvious example for Sam as a role he's known for, and the purpose of this post. It's safe to say most people know Katniss Everdeen.

Their Finest (dir Lone Scherfig) - Gemma Arterton's character, Catrin, is an aspiring screenwriter hired to work on a script for a film about Dunkirk evacuation--this is a movie about a movie set during WW2. Sam is a fellow writer, in fact he is the one who discovered her. It's funny bc this takes place in 1940s and she gets the job of writing female characters, when even in our times we don't always have that. Worth noting is also Rachael Stirling's Phyl, a minor character but memorable and a lesbian--who doesn't die at the end. It's the straight relationship that gets treated like bury your gays trope this time!

The Nightingale (dir Jennifer Kent) - also known as the film in which Sam plays an absolute monster (you think Billy Dunne is bad, lol). The film centres on young convict Claire (Aisling Franciosi) seeking revenge for the indescribable harm done to her family. Basically, trigger warning for everything.

My Cousin Rachel (dir Roger Michell) - adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel. Sam plays Philip, the narrator, but Rachel is so intriguing, the whole story is named for her. She's played by her namesake, Rachel Weisz. There's also Louise (Holliday Granger), Philip's childhood friend. She's the relatable, girl next door type, but she is smart, in fact I think she is the one with the most braincells. (Also I have a theory about her, I think this version of Louise has a darker side!)

Enola Holmes (dir Harry Bradbeer) - title speaks for itself. Enola's mother is missing and the teenage heroine goes on a quest to find her and thus becomes a detective herself. Sam plays Mycroft, the eldest Holmes sibling, though he's far removed from the original Mycroft Holmes of Arthur Conan Doyle's books. Edith, who runs a teashop, is another notable female character.

Adrift (dir Baltasar Kormakur) - based on a true story of Tami Oldham, an amateur sailor, surviving 41 days adrift on the Pacific Ocean after a hurricane. Sam plays her bf Richard. Shailene Woodley has the role of Tami and is also the film's producer.

Riot Club (dir Lone Scherfig) - okay so what's this doing here, you ask, it's a film about an all-male elite club at Oxford. Yes but that's exactly the point, bc even though it is about an all male club, the female characters are surprisingly well developed. The play this is adapted from, Posh, was written by Laura Wade and the director is also a woman, so maybe it's not so surprising. We have Holliday Granger who plays the gf of one of the boys and Jessica Brown Findlay in the role of the pub landlord's daughter. Holliday's character certainly doesn't take any shit from the posh boys. Even Natalie Dormer in the role of a sex worker has enough self-respect to refuse their deranged requests, despite the amount of money it would earn her. Hence I include it on the list.

Charlie's Angels (dir Elizabeth Banks) - title speaking for itself, yet again. Sam's role is relatively minor.

Book of Love (dir Analeine Cal y Mayor) - a romcom. When Maria, played by Veronica Echegui, translates Henry's (Sam) unsuccessful book from English to Spanish, the book becomes a huge hit in Mexico. Turns out that while translating, she inserted some seriously hot steamy scenes. Sam travels to Mexico for promotion and the two of them now have to work together on the next book. So without Maria, the story would not exist and also, once Henry accepts the situation, he is happy to collaborate with her--and at the end, supports her in her own writing efforts. (If you can get round the premise, it is an enjoyable film.)

Daisy Jones and the Six - mini series based on a book of the same name. We have not one, not two, not three, but four amazing ladies to root for: Daisy, Camila, Karen and Simone. While Sam gives performance of a lifetime as the band's frontman Billy Dunne.

Other Notes:

Honourable mentions are Snow White (Kristen Stewart) in Snow White and the Huntsman, a film I have a definite soft spot for though there's many ways it could have been better. In The Corrupted Sam plays a convict who just got out of prison and reunites with his gf and son. The gf is played by Naomi Ackie. She's wary at first but does allow him back into her life and they get back together and raise their son. Unsure if another one of my faves, Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides apply. Sam's romance with the mermaid Syrena is my absolute favourite of his. She might seem helpless for majority of her screentime, bc she gets captured, turns human on dry land and is unable to walk as she's not used to having legs, Philip (Sam's character) has to carry her. But she was the one who saved him first. And POTC overall is not without good female characters.

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Worst scene from Every Webcomic I've Riffed

Here it finally is. It's a sequel to a now outdated article thingy I did like 10 months ago. The only exceptions for this round are Peter and Company for being too new and Chugworth Academy due to the whole comic being the worst scene. Here we go

Alien Dice: Trasik is a Mimic

This may legitimately be the shittiest plot twist in the entire history of this blog. Honestly Tiffany came up with this whole plot twist because she felt that Chel killing Trasik would have been bad. And like, did Tiffany even realize that until that point, she wrote Trasik as an extremely irredeemable monster? Like the fans were BEGGING for Chel to finally kill Trasik. Considering we don't even know where the real Trasik is, and apparently she was kidnapped, this whole twist was such an afterthought. There wasn't even a single speck of foreshadowing. How did Brown SIrius not know? Why did Riley know it but not tell about it to ANYONE? It was just a last minute attempt to make Chel not a murderer. Come on, Tiffany, like, come on.

Bloody Mary: Shootout

Until this moment, Bloody Mary was just a lame crossover comic. Then Mary, a 13 year old girl, decides to start killing people after she witnesses two burglars about to rob a store. I get that the name of the comic is "Bloody Mary" but it didn't need to get so literal. Literally she could have saved her sister if she went back to the Test Family, but no, she somehow has to walk all the way to Mexico to save her herself, and commit several crimes on her way there. After this she continues to commit atrocities against humanity. How did she even know how to handle a gun? And what is that perspective?

Carnivores: Lothan's Gruesome End

From children killing people to children being killed. I've made it clear Lothan Arc is my least favourite Carnivores arc because the whole thing is torture porn of this poor beaked child. After being tricked to feed shark what is implied to be shit, the shark eats Lothan and shares it with the crocodile, thrashing Lothan's body so hard the whole pool turns red from blood. This then kills all the wolves who tortured Lothan earlier aside from one. It's not as out there as some of the later overkill endings Austin would do, but I feel it's the most disgusting one.

Console Girl: The Simulation Revealed

Before Alien Dice's worst moment, this was the worst plot twist in this blog's history. After the first few chapters full of ecchi hijinks, this comic pulled a SHOCK DARKNESS CEREBUS SYNDROME TWIST and revealed the whole comic until then had been simulation, and humans were under attack by the army of consoles. While the shittiness would only escalate from there with little girls and their giant boyfriends, as well as consoles going from obscure references to author's fetishes, this twist was the start of it all, and the biggest example of how to not do a comedy-to-serious transistion. It received no foreshadowing outside of numbers in names, and I am sure Neda pulled this out of his ass as soon as he realized he wanted to cash in on the whole Doki Doki Literature Club/Don't Hug Me I'm Scared-type "innocent thing turns DARK OOOOH" craze. Not to mention this comic fucking failed at being serious, there were still moments of shitty comedy in between, and the seriousness completely failed because of the ridiculous premise. "FUCKING CONSOLES, I'LL MAKE YOU PAY" remember?

Daisy Falls Apart: The Ending

The ending of this comic was so rushed, I couldn't believe it at first. After getting her kingdom back from Wart, the epilogue only lasted two pages, and Daisy didn't learn anything from her struggles, and it's likely Sarasaland is now fucked because Daisy is a tyrant and a womanchild. Maybe she will end up back at the beginning of the comic soon.

Dominic Deegan: Orc Rape

I was actually thinking if I wanted to rank the scene I disliked the most, or the scene I felt destroyed the comic's reputation. I decided that Orc Rape should be this comic's worst scene because it's so fucking stupid. Apparently it's an orc ritual that neither side wanted to take part in, but Stoneraper, our alleged hero, HAD TO DO IT because otherwise Melna would have DIED. Considering how Mookie would eventually turn orcs into the superminority to end all superminorities, this was such a horrible idea. Even worse than that, Melna did eventually fall in love with her rapist. If you want me to be mad at Siggy for hating the entire orc race, then forget about it.

Gene Catlow: Forzoi's Torment

Gene Catlow has the largest amount of terrible moments in combination of it being the longest comic I've riffed thus far and also being full of moments of corrupt morality from Albert's weird mind. Probably the worst moment of them all has to be Forzoi's torment of Carson. Forzoi has somehow convinced himself that Matt is a tyrant and thus constantly torments Carson and demands him to "wake up". He is genuinely an evil manifestation and almost feels like a mask-off moment for this comic's heroes, as he prevents Carson from telling the truth by choking him, and also controls his emotions and constantly speaks to him even from a far. He is literally trying to force Carson to change his mind, even if he doesn't want to. Which quite frankly is what the heroes are also trying to do with the rest of the world, except they're able to hide their true intentions behind therapy speak.

Kit n Kay Boodle: Hammer of Love

Yes. I didn't pick any of the real life arcs because they're all lies. Instead the awful repetitive dialogue of Angela is probably the cringiest part of this comic. She constantly keeps talking about T-shaped laywer's Hammer of Love. And this gets worse when the T-shaped lawyer later keeps talking about ISLANDIA PACIFICA as he plans to reform his lawyer group as yiff-defenders. Man, there was so much in common with Kit n Kay Boodle and Gene Catlow, why was I such an idiot and not make the connection while Albert was still alive???

Las Lindas: Alej’s Redemption

Talk about losing all the conflict this comic had. Alejandra was such a good character until this moment, the only character who could stand off against Mora's dictatorship of douchebaggery. I should have quit reading after Alej knocked Mora out, really because nothing after that is worth reading. On top of that Alej's redemption comes out of nowhere. Just because there is a lot of text during these pages doesn't mean they're actually saying anything meaningful. Alejandra turned good because "Oh, how DARE I disagree with Mora??? She is the most PERFECT FUCKING BEING EVER!!!". Go fuck yourself, and being a lesbian doesn't make you any better.

Monster Girl Academy: The Emotional Moment

Gee, what would be the worst moment in the worst webcomic I've ever riffed? It's easy, the moment when longtime friends Zack and Hua kiss for the longest time. It's not really bad if you see it out of context, but it becomes downright rotten when you think about everything surrounding it. In-universe Hua and Zack called eachother little sister and big brother until one day after seeing Zack get a harem Hua was like "I WANNA LOVE YOU TOO" and later when Hua got wet nipples Zack suddenly got super horny and realized just how INNOSEXY and MODEST Hua is. It's such unnatural development of romance, since this shit is written by Kraw, the turbovirgin whose proudest relationship is a lesbian relationship where the other side treats the other more like an object than a person. And then you get to out-of-universe stuff, the fact this whole webcomic exists as a porn comic behind a paywall that doesn't even feature porn that frequently. The fact this comic attempts an emotional moment with Zack and Hua kissing after overcoming their anxiety is so goddamn manipulative. It shows you that Kraw can't stop pretending he isn't writing for the lowest common denominator, and we'll get another moment like that from him later.

Roommates: Captain Peregrine

There are no humans in your world of gay furries, so naturally you turn Captain Falcon into Captain Peregrine. This serves no purpose, why are these characters even playing Smash when two of them ARE in Smash? Is Kirby a furry? Is R.O.B a furry? Are polygon fighters all furries? Is Mr. Game and Watch a furry? Is Mario a furry? Doing this stupid joke because you have no creativity unironically destroys your terrible gay porn comic's universe more than any closeted homophobes would. Also, of course Spelunker and Dreamous are Melee players.

Spinnerette: Abortion Argument

If I had to pick the worst moment among the sea of worst moments, this would be it. Kraw thought it was a good idea to include allegorical arguing about pro-life vs. pro-choice in an arc where Spinnerette turns fat after switching powers with Greta. This causes Spinny to turn her back on Tiger and Mecha Maid, once again being the idiot of the comic.

The inclusion of topical topics in your comic, especially if they're allegorical, will not only date your comic immensely but basically turn you from a writer into a soapbox. You might as well let your twitter feed write your comic. It's so forced and bad, it almost makes you want to support the opposite argument the creator is saying out of spite! It's like a goddamn psyop designed to make that side look bad! If you support abortion, you fap to fat Spinnerette. You can blame this page for Roe v. Wade getting repealed. Thanks Kraw!

Warmage: Spanking Scene

Need I say more?

[hardcore-lonewolf]

💋Bad Girls💋

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PLOT: This group of eight chicks are getting ready for their slumber party and got some lingerie for themselves rather than their boyfriends. A band of eight dudes are curious about their girlfriends and their tea time, so these men dug into some private plans to find their women's juicy kinks and uncover some hidden secrets. In order to do that, these gents must follow and spy on their ladies throughout their overnight weekends at Paradise City, where the saints and sinners come to play mind games for fun. These guys got an undercover mission to get answers and interrogate their lovers on some certain questions that never asked during their relationships (marriages and engagements). These divas find out and are now crossing the next evil deeds that popped into their minds...some dirty things and some crazy habits in that gave them some vintage bad bitch vibes. Let's find out what these heroines got in store for these heroes and how they'll react.

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⚠WARNING⚠: THIS IS SET IN THE FUTURE LIKE "BEN 10K" TIMES, I CHOSE TO PUT EVA NELSON (FUTURE GWEN) AND RACHEL ROTH UP FOR THAT REASON. THE TEAM AND THE TITANS ARE NOW ADULTS, WHICH DOESN'T MEAN THAT THEY STOPPED BEING FRIENDS AND ALLIES...THEY'RE CLOSER THAN THAT. THIS CONTAINS MOSTLY MENTIONS OF ROUGH SMUT THAT'LL BE VERY IMPLIED OR THE REAL DEAL, A BIT DARK ANGST CAUSE THESE STRONG MEN ARE VERY OVERPROTECTIVE WITH THEIR TOUGH WOMEN, SOME HARD CRACK THAT WILL HURT ME TO DEATH BY LAUGHTER, AND A FEW SOFT FLUFF MOMENTS THAT ARE LOVING AND CARING WHEN THESE BOYS GET COMFORTED BY THESE GIRLS. IT MAKES ME NOT REGRETTING ANY WAY POSSIBLE WITH MY WORDS AND STUFF.

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"The men are stuck on a weekend mission overnight at Las Vegas, which leaves us by ourselves and drinking wine coolers on a cruise ship from LA to Tokyo. We can stay in this fucking tower and be bored as hell, or we'll do my list of things that'll make Kaldur swimming back home faster than Wally speeding throughout Mexico for nachos." Wonder Woman II (Octavia Trevor) said while setting her bottle down and grabbing her list. "Here's the things women would do to look hot and sexy for their men. We're doing this and I don't give a damn...we need fresh air for Dionysus's liberality."

Black Cat (Eva Nelson), Huntress II (Artemis Crock), Miss Martian (M'gann M'orzz), Spellcaster II (Zatanna Zatara), Rocket I (Raquel Ervin), Starfire (Koriand'r), and White Raven (Rachel Roth) stared at the list and read it to themselves. They froze with reddened cheeks and their face formed into sly looks with mad grins on their faces. Wonder Woman put the list down and gave them an evil smirk in response to theirs.

Karaoke bars, night clubs, pole dances, music studios, fashion shows, spa resorts, hair salons, poker games, vintage cars, hotel rooms, flower gardens, jewelry stores, casino houses, beauty markets, beach parties, island pools, hot tubs, tattoo parlors, piercing outlets, erotic dens, nail shops, and strip joints.

"We're in," the demigoddess let them follow her and got in some clothes she gave them for Saturday night's neon lights party in Jump City.

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When it reached Saturday night, the guys finished their missions and were surprised that their lovers aren't inside the Titan Tower or on the Central Island. Nightwing I (Dick Grayson) found a sticky note with a matte black lipstick kiss mark on it and read it. He nodded and handed the note to Aquaman II (Kaldur'ahm), who recognized his beloved wife the new Wonder Woman's handwriting.

"Hello boys, it seems y'all finished the mission early, don't worry about us, we're currently at that neon lights club dressed up and letting ourselves enjoy some time. If you're reading this Kaldur, you better not let yourself and the rest of the guys catch us there. We're that easy to spot, but you men must be tired and exhausted. The ladies and I got some special presents for y'all, yet it won't happen cause a certain blue bird couldn't keep his thoughts to himself about Eva. You boys can drag us back all you want, we'll be running and hiding all night. Once y'all gents find all of us, the ladies and I will be good for you...as long as you idiots tell us why y'all always spy on us during our tea time. Have fun trying to catch us...sincerely yours, your beloved wife Octavia Stephanie Hyde."

"They're partying at the Neon Lights Club in Jump City," Flash III (Wally West) said as he found the location and showed Nightwing.

"Those women will forever be the death of us," Metamorpho II (Nathan Davenport) muttered under his breath, earning a nod from Scion (Superboy I).

Cyborg I (Victor Stone), Changeling (Garfield Logan), and Sentinel (Freddie Sweigeld) followed Breach to the Zeta Tube while the rest stayed to discuss the women's punishments for lying about their whereabouts. Sentinel opens the location and the heroes headed on the streets of Jump City. The men found the club and walked inside without being caught.

"Now then, where's those girls at?" The girls heard their men and grew excited mixed with fear cause they knew that the boys won't hold back on being rough with them under the sheets.

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Wonder Woman shut the curtains and was a bit of afraid of her possessive husband Aquaman. Miss Martian, Starfire, Rocket, Huntress, Black Cat, Spellcaster, and White Raven were blushing at how their lovers were prepared to take them home for some rough housing underneath the bed sheets all night long. The heroes were very obsessed and overprotective of their girls, they won't let any man or woman take them away.

"Let's do this number and give our men a good show." The heroines got to their places and were prepared for what they did behind their men's backs every time they by themselves.

"Remember girls, never let a person touch or feel, we let our lovers do that only and we'll be fine." They gulped nervously while stretching and taking deep breaths. "We're getting out of here when the curtain closes and we start running for it backstage to random spots in this club. Don't let them hear or see you...they know that this is a manhunt to them, our asses are doomed when they find all of us. Good luck and I pray to the gods that we can still walk straight after tonight."

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"Thanks," the bartender nodded after passing the heroes some cold water.

"The club got some girls to volunteer and perform some dancing for the crowd tonight. They go by Dahlia (Raven), Violet (Zatanna), Jasmine (Megan), Leilani (Artemis), Rosalie (Eva), Willow (Raquel), Heather (Octavia), and Cassia (Kory) Motley of the Spectrum. They did some good dances on the tryouts and got in at first place, I saw those platinum rings with those white diamonds on their fingers and have told many people to try not getting on them cause they're taken. Whoever married or engaged to these ladies, those men are blessed and are proud to love women like them." The bartender explained to the heroes, not knowing that he's actually complimenting them and getting appreciative nods with smiles.

"Peforming on stage, the winners of the Neon Lights Club Dance-Off from last night...here's Spectrum!" The heroes froze to see their wives and lovers in disguise as the Spectrum.

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MAGENTA - EVA (OFC); RED - RAVEN; ORANGE - ARTEMIS ; YELLOW - ZATANNA; GREEN - KORY; CYAN - MEGAN; BLUE - RAQUEL; PURPLE - OPAL (OFC).

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When it goes "Where...have...you...been?", the song does it twice...the warm colors: magenta/Rosalie, red/Dahlia, orange/Leilani, and yellow/Violet will be the first one, and the cool colors: green/Cassia, cyan/Jasmine, blue/Willow, and purple/Heather.

It's a mix of these two choreography videos and it amazes me that people make videos like the two between this sentence inside their dance studios anytime...they're very talented.

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Once the music was over, the crowd cheers and went insane. The Spectrum bows and waves at the people before heading backstage. When the girls got there, they immediately head into the dressing rooms and went dead silent except for their hearts beating in their chests.

"Oh girls, come out wherever y'all are." The girls let Black Cat cast an invisibility spell and an enchantment that blocks the boys from finding them.

("Mind link established, where we're going now Tavia?") Miss Martian asked the demigoddess.

("Two words, top floor.") Wonder Woman answered while trying to stay calm and quiet.

The girls snuck out of the dressing rooms and ran upstairs to the secret elevator. White Raven quickly presses it and uses her magic to close the door shut. Starfire chose the top floor and the girls waited till the door opens to their destination.

Once it does, the women rushed out and hides in random places. They heard their men walking up the stairs and gulped nervously. The ladies know that Scion, Cyborg, and Changeling can easily search for them, but Black Cat made sure that her mana kept the guys from finding all of them.

"Ladies, you can't hide from us all night long, we will find all of you and drag y'all home if we have to." Nightwing said in a low voice that almost made the Lucky Girl squeak out loud.

White Raven suddenly saw a light switch and use that to turn off the lights. Spellcaster silently gave her a thumbs-up and crawled next to the cambion. The nephilim could see the men's feet on the hard ground and grew anxiously afraid.

["I can't find them here,"] the Amalgam Kid stated as he sat down on the bed next to Hardware and glares at the floor.

He gets off of it and lifts the bed up with the half-robot man to see nobody there. The boys set the bed down and Scion grew frustrated. The Son of Steel suddenly heard a ball rolling and snaps his eyes to where it came from.

("Dammit, we're so dead.") Huntress said.

("Don't make another sound woman, we can't be caught by Dick and Wally.") Black Cat told her as she makes a magic portal and teleports both of them along with the rest of the girls through the dimensional vortex. ("This portal will lead them trying to find us in the mountain, but we'll be inside the bottom ground floor where we can get out of these damn outfits and back in the tower.")

Scion saw the portal and it seems to be kept open. The boys ran through it and saw their own selves back in the cave. Their lovers were driving them nuts and it was working...for now.

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The girls got out of their outfits and into their lingerie for tonight underneath a comfortable sweatsuit. Black Cat teleported them back in the mountain after putting those clothes away in their undercover mission closet and saw that the lights were now back off. The eight women were cautious and a bit intimidated by this situation.

"Kaldur?/Con?/Vic?/Nathan?/Wally?/Richie?/Freddie?/Gar?" The girls called their names out.

Wonder Woman felt familiar webbed hands on her waist and was pulled back against their fronts like the seven women younger than her. She gasps when those certain pair of lips latched onto her bare neck and begun marking it with love bites. The lights went back and the girls immediately huddled together in fear with nervous looks on their faces compared to the darkened expressions written on the men.

"Hi boys," the girls stuttered with reddened faces at how their men marked their necks with hickeys and got them aroused in an open lounge.

"You women are in some trouble now, y'all knew how jealous and possessive we are to you. Just because y'all dressed yourselves up nice for us doesn't mean all of you are off the hook," the girls froze to see handcuffs and backed away from their lovers while shaking uncontrollably.

"But," Flash raised a hand with Aquaman and Sentinel II (Freddie Sweigeld).

"Nope, y'all getting punished our way and we'll make sure you ladies won't be running next time." Cyborg replied to their protests, earning wide-eyed looks and reddened faces from the females in front of them.

("Run,") all eight girls ran to the halls with the boys trailing them off their paths and were lifted over their shoulders by their romantic interest/special companion.

["This never gets old,"] the Starheart Prodigy said as he takes Spellcaster to their shared room in Mount Justice.

["Indeed,"] the Atlantean responded while taking his Amazonian wife to their room.

By the end of the night through morning time, all eight women were flustered messes and still sore from the rough pounding they got from their lovers. They blushed all red like ripe tomatoes as soon as the guys come out without a shirt and gave them sly smirks, which made the ladies smile shyly in return to keep all of them from remembering their "punishments" of screaming. The moral of their weekend is that to never tease your lovers whenever they still got adrenaline pumping in them from missions and are frustrated from having no time off.

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DEAR DIARY - JEALOUSY AU - PEPPI'S POV - PART 2/3

Nov 6

me, tess, and nina hung out today. i felt happy, i havent felt that in a while. maybe i dont need mei or jaime. i can just hang out with my art club friends. i still feel that pit in my stomach. they asked me if i was okay. should i tell them?

PROGRESS

weight

oct 15 - 102

now (nov 6) - 92

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Nov 9

I HATE EVERYONE. I HATE EVERYTHING.

i gave in and told them what was happening with mei and jaime. i dont wanna be here anymore. whats the point of living if you suffer even at this age?

they better not tell anyone.

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Nov 11

okay.. maybe i wasnt so clear the last entry.. i told tessa, nina, and felicity about the situation, our conversation went something like this:

P: and i feel like its my fault.

T: what.. how is this your fault?

N: i knew something was off about that girl.

F: im so sorry.. if it makes you feel better ill beat her up tommorow!-

P: no! i mean- no, just, please dont tell her..

T: why not? she's like and evil witch who's slowly poisoning your life!

N: Jaime too, i get its unintentional but he hasn't even bothered to at the least talk to peppi, even less wonder how its affecting her!

P: i dont want to do anything about it because their still just friends, but even if they were more than that, it would feel wrong because i care about mei and jaime!

T: caring about jaime is reasonable, but why do you still care about mei?, youve known her for less that 3 months and you trust her already?

the rest of the conversation was alright when i changed the subject

once they left i was wondering why is still care about mei. i had bigger things to worry about. do i?

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(TW FOR S3XV4L H4RR4SM3N7)

Nov 18

okay so i shouldve put this down at the start but i couldnt write it down without crying.

this sounds pathetic but i dont think i trust my diary even though its an INANIMATE OBJECT.

god what is wrong with me.

ive never told anyone about this, only my mom knows.

it happened when i was in my mom's hometown in mexico for the summer, i went to go run some errands or my mom, since it was a small and safe town (or so i thought) it was common to see little kids walking around alone, i was ten at the time, so i guess i was one of those kids, i was headed to the grocery store when i was pulled into an alley by a middle aged man, i tried to scream but her covered my mouth. he started running his hands through my body, he was unbvttoning my jeans when my mom's friend, doña petra, who had a store infront of the alley ran in and knocked him out with a broom, then called the cops, she walked me home and told my mom what happened. i never walked out alone in mexico again.

thats it.

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Nov 22

i just realized what a mess im becoming. i havent taken the time to get ready, and i would, i just never have the motivation to. everyones been asking me if i was okay, even jaime, he was the last person id expect to ask if i was okay! whats wrong with meeee..

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Nov 26

im so tired of everything, im almost failing most of my classes.

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tessa and mei got into an argument about me after tess sent a text to mei instead of me.

it went like this:

t: i still cant forgive mei for what she did, you still want jaime right? ive got a plan to destroy mei.

m: who is this?

t: tessa, is this not peppi?

m: THIS IS MEI!

m: penelope is so dead.

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nov 27

mei told me this at school.

m: okay listen here you little sh*t, if you dont stay away from jaime im going to make your life hell.

p: i thought you knew i liked jaime.

m: does it look like i care? i never cared about your feelings! you were the only obstacle keeping me away from dating jaime. those nasty rumors about you? that was me! now that he's practically head over heels for me, its gonna be ba breeze getting rid of you! especially now that i have evidence that YOUR the bad guy here! oh, btw im jaime's girlfriend now, just thought i should let you know! byee!!

oh sh*t.

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Dec 3

its heather day! since heather is one of me and jaime's favorite songs, we celebrate heather day every year! we exchange sweaters and jokingly talk about people we were jealous about (classmates, celeberties, fictional characters, etc..) while we eat ice cream. i skipped out on the ice cream since i didnt want to gain weight (lost 4 pounds since nov 6 :DD) it was still really fun though! i wanted to talk about how jealous i was of mei, i was jealous of her hair, her clear skin, her flat stomach and hourglass wait, her straight teeth, and that she had jaime, and i didnt. as soon as i thought of mei, jaime started talking about how he had canceled plans with mei to be here, i was preparing myself to hear more about mei until he told me how much he'd missed hanging out with me.

did i hear that right?

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i woke up feeling a bit better than i usually do, i checked my phone to see around 25 dms? something big mustve happened, i usually only wake up with around 3 or 4, at the most 5. first i checked the "girlfriends <3" groupchat, which had 4 messages.

T: PEPPI

T: WAKE UP MEI POSTED THE MESSAGE

F: SAY YOUR JOKING RN.

N: WHAT.

one from akilah

A: penelope, why would you do that to mei?!

three from jensen

J: peppi pls tell me mei is just joking.

J: you guys were best friends!

J: peppi?

two from nic

N: why would you do that to mei?!

N: never speak to me again.

one from leticia

L: jaime was so happy with her, why?!

two from jack

J: W move mei had it coming

J: #jaimexpeppiforlife

two from jazmine

J: your a nice person, but what you did to mei was too far!

J: say one more thing to her that isnt sunshine and rainbows and ill make sure you never see the light of day again.

two from olivia

O: mess with her again and your gonna regret it

O: slvt.

and 8 from jaime

J: I HATE YOU.

J: KYS YOU IDIOT

J: i hope you fall in a hole and die

J: i knew you were trying to hurt mei.

J: idek what to say anymore.

J: i wish we never met.

J: dont EVER talk to me or mei again.

J: our friendship is done.

i was already crying when mei sent me a message

M: have fun at school today f**kface <3!

today isnt gonna be pretty.

[childeproof]

doing the self insert questions for amelia! warning for mentions of drugs, s/a, & relapsing (all vague).

1 — give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

amelia e. woods (cis woman, she/her), a famous child star that faded into obscurity as she grew older. she turned to drugs & partying during her late teenage years / early twenties just to stay somewhat relevant. at the age of 22 she opted to sober up and move to new mexico with her parents. by the time the breaking bad series starts, she’s around 25 i imagine!

2 — post a meme that describes your s/i.

3 — where does your s/i live? do they aspire to move or are they content with where they are?

she lives in albuquerque, new mexico with her roommate jesse (and previously with another roommate named daisy, who she called daisy-dill). she’s pretty content with where she is! she does want to move into a bigger house but that’s only if she ever has kids.

4 — what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

songs that are distinctly amelia core are hollywood baby & dumbest girl alive by 100 gecs. she would absolutely hate both of these songs because of the genre but they are HER. hollywood baby relates to her backstory & dumbest girl alive also fits the vibe considering the hollywood movie-esque opening before a loud “angry” guitar comes in. i think dumbest girl alive would be more her when she’s doing her partying / when she first moves to new mexico. angry, sarcastic, bitter, etc.

5 — what is your s/i’s profession?

she used to be an actress but now she is a news reporter! she enjoys news reporting by a lot, especially when it’s a heart felt subject. she likes most of her coworkers too!

6 — what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

both me & amelia are early risers, we both are very interested in schedules, we’re of the same race (african american).. um, we both can be bossy, sarcastic, clever, etc. she takes the type a personality all the way though. she is scared to relax because she’s worried she’ll let go of herself. we both can be argumentative but we don’t always mean it offensively, we just like debating ideas. we both were “good” kids. “gifted” kids.

7 — if your s/i was an animal, what would they be?

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT! i believe she would be a deer (a mecore animal in general) or calico cat..

8 — how did you get the idea for your s/i's backstory?

i dunno.. she told me herself idk.. /hj some of it is more personal (i haven’t touched on the s/a she’s been through but that mirrors my own experience) but other parts are just things i thought would be interesting.

9 — give us an example s/i outfit (or describe it).

her style is a mash up between “goody two shoes” (whatever annie edison has going on in her closet) and 70s sort of casual femme clothing. she and her old roommate daisy got along well fashion wise.

10 — what are some of your s/i's major skills?

she’s good at debate (a club she was president of in high school), she’s a decent singer and has sung on television before, i would so just her tv presence, it helps a lot with her job. i dunno,, tv news reporter skills, that’s what she has. and she’s good at picking locks (don’t ask).

11 — what is your s/i afraid of?

relapsing… and bugs. she hates insects. except worms, she likes worms. they’re chill.

12 — if you had to compare your s/i to an already existing fictional character, who would it be?

ok so her kin list? you’re asking for her (unofficial) kin list? annie edison , kyoko kirigiri , courtney (tdi) , twilight sparkle , edelgard (fe3h) & elsa off the top of my head.

13 — has your s/i's story changed since you created them or has it stayed relatively the same?

not particularly, minor details change but the general plot is the same (as of now, lol).

[biwritesfics]

Dead Girls Don’t Die

Part 1: We’ve got a live one

Characters: MCU Tony Stark and Matt Murdock with female witch OC

Warnings: General mentions of death and violence, Abuse against minor by parent. Allusion to NonCon, mention of suicide, just a lot of trauma in general. Read at your own risk ⚠️

AN: I posted this on A03 so I thought I should post here too. Heads up the idea is that the main girl can see ghosts and she has a crap ton of trauma.

Word count 2.3k (sorry if it’s too long)

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The cold was delicious; it draped over me like a blanket, the edges kissing my skin and caressing my soul. It slowly slipped away leaving me shaking, not from chill, but from power. The witches had been coming for days offering their knowledge. Women from so many different eras with rich and diverse skills.

The dark witches always seemed to stick, all but the chaos they said they belonged to another. They bid me goodbye, placing kisses on my cheek and whispering blessings in my ears. I had always loved the spirits. Most are satisfied with one meeting or they choose to come and go, but a few stayed. Mostly the women, it was a sisterhood connection of sorts. Alice Brody, a 23 year old 1950s housewife, killed her husband for cheating on her after learning of her infertility.

Alice occupied her time in “The Grey” as the spirits called it by taking on a maternal role with me. She gave great housekeeping and sewing advice I was capable of multiple elaborate 50s style hairdos and whenever someone hurt me she comforted me by explaining exactly how she would murder them. Most female killers preferred poison. Alice was not like most.

Joan the depression era pickpocket eternally age 14. She could get into just about anywhere while human so she enjoyed the freedom of her specter- like form. She was stabbed to death over a five dollar debt. She still insists it was better than starving. Dorothy Montie rising star of the cotton club. Her voice was haunting, do deep and sad it could swallow you up. I don't know how she died, all I know is that it was bad and white men with Harlem accents send her running.

Wyatt, one of the few male ghosts, was a cowboy in New Mexico. He talked about his friend and fellow Cowboy Manuel like he was much more than that to him. He wouldn't let me summon him though and despite my hints at modern terms he refused to admit his feelings out loud.

Martin was the other man who stuck around. He was huge and his body was riddled with scars but he called me Miss Sylvia in the softest voice. I had told him that he didn't have to call me Miss but he had scolded me “Ms.Sylvia it ain't nothing like that, you've been good to me and good women are deserving of respect.” He had another name in life but in his words “Since I'm a free man now I oughta have a free name.”

With the aid of my reading skills and multiple history books from the institute's library, he had settled on Martin. No one could be perfect when it came to the topic of race, but despite the fact it wasn't his job Martin sure did help keep all of us in check. He taught himself how to read, and we had a system that whenever he tapped my hand I turned the page for him. Now with concentration he could do it on his own. He was honestly more educated on the current political climate than I was. In my defense he didn't need to sleep.

Being the most modern I had the fewest problems ( note fewest not nonexistent) but the others needed some work. Even though Dorothy had lived in a time with more rights she struggled with believing she was worth it. I wish I could help her but giving my opinion on her no matter how kind wouldn't help. It would only cement the idea that other people’s opinions controlled her. Martin coaxed her out of her shell. They made me believe in true love. How morbid that the best example of a healthy relationship had was two dead people from times nearly seven decades apart.

There was a nun Sister Anne who popped in from time to time. Child ghosts could scare the crap out of you especially if they weren't verbal but I had only ever encountered one who was dangerous. They mostly just wanted to play or be held and talked too. Alice adored them and I had to admit I did too.

“You doing alright Darling, I saw you had another visitor,” she smooths my hair with her cool fingers. Ghosts could be anywhere from seemingly the same temperature as my skin, to cold enough to leave red marks on my body. Alice just felt like someone with poor circulation. “I'm alright, it gets easier every time,” I reassure her.” “It must be such a queer feeling, absorbing another person.” “It's really not they just leave their knowledge, I know how to read ancient languages and cast spells like I know 1+1=2.”

“Cole you have visitors, time for cuffs,” one of the male orderlies shouts unceremoniously. I look up annoyed. “ I oughta teach these brutes a lesson in manners,” Alice huffs, her gray-white tones flashing into color. Her eyes are this striking blue and her blonde hair is in the softest curls. The only harsh things are her blood red lips and nails, and of course the malice in her eyes.

“You can try later Alice. We need to know who the visitors are” I whisper. I stand in position as the guard places the cuffs. They had medicated me to near death and no change in my “Severe Schizophrenia”. So they kept me on low dose antipsychotics and cuffed me in the presence of other patients.

Doug the orderly was superstitious, he recited the exorcism from the exorcist every time he had to check on me. God himself couldn't stop me from killing him if I wanted to so it was pretty useless. Lucky enough for Doug I didn't want to kill him. We had a ghostly entourage as he led me out to the visiting area. The news of living visitors brought everyone out from the grey.

Two men were waiting. One was definitely blind and most definitely a lawyer. The second was wearing an overpriced suit and a little too much confidence for his own good. As we neared I realized the latter was Tony Stark. It was impossible to escape tabloid magazines even living under the rock that was Michael Bronlittle’s hospital for the criminally insane.

“You can take the shackles off of Miss cole” the lawyer speaks. He had the seal of approval from Sister Anne “a good Catholic boy” Alice was raving about how handsome he was and Martin had heard of his humanitarian work in NewYork. He was good in my book. “Are you sure sir, she's killed two men?” Doug sounds shocked that he even considered it.

“Doug look me in the eyes” I say exasperated. I turn around and he looks at me like I might bite him. “Doug if I had any desire to harm you I would have done it by now, I have been here seven years and the only trouble I have ever caused was Jackson three years ago.”

“We both know for a fact he wasn't checking on me just like he wasn't checking on Marcie before she got pregnant and just like he wasn't checking on April before she killed herself.” I can see in his eyes he knows, everyone knew. I was going to end on that note but then I remembered I had a promise to fulfill.

“Also before you go your Aunt Perla says you need to man up and propose to Rebecca already and the secret ingredient in her pound cake is just sour cream not anything fancy.” Perla was a dear, but she was ready to go upstairs and didn't have the energy to deliver the message herself. He goes silent then he sputters and stutters. “We’ll take our chances with Curly Sue Lady of Darkness” Stark Quips. Doug uncuffs me and leaves locking the door behind him. He’d be okay. Eventually.

“Have a seat Ms.Cole?” says the Lawyer “Matthew, Matt Murdock” Martin informs me. “You can call me Sylvia Mr. Murdock, as can you Mr.Stark, it's best to be on a first-name basis with a girl before she performs a seance or discusses her motive for murder.” I state simply sitting down across from them.

“Manners Darling, small talk, polite language.” Alice reminds me looking disdainfully at the shocked faces in front of me. “Oh I'm terribly sorry I'm quite rusty when it comes to conversation. I don't get visitors so I assumed those would be the only reasons someone would bother to come here. I apologize.”

“That's alright I like to cut to the chase, small talk is overrated,” says Stark taking off his shades.” We need to know about your Father he invented a certain device of sorts that we need to know about. It's for the sake of humanity.” My body stiffens and I feel Alice's embrace Wyatt steps forward placing a hand on my shoulder

“Alan has never been my father and he never will be, the last time I saw him was when I killed him and I would do it again. Anything he ever touched turned twisted and broken. Anything he created wouldn't be for the better of anything.” I can feel my nails digging into the skin of my palms and the phantom pains on the parts of my body I can't technically feel anymore.

“Anything at all would be incredibly helpful to our case.” Mr. Murdock urges gently. I feel the floodgates in my mind break open. “What I remember Mr.Murdock doesn't matter in any court of law. I'm just the psycho little girl, the murderous schizophrenic, Humanities little freak show to ogle from time to time,” I snap.

“Everyone says it's such a tragedy, what happened to my poor poor Father. What kind of little girl comes up with such horrible things!? What kind of monster murders her own father and blames it on ghosts!?��� I mock the comments I've heard over the years, as hot tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.

“According to society and a multitude of mental health professionals, I'm a violent schizophrenic with extreme and vivid delusions,” I repeat the diagnosis that’s been told to me time and time again. “They say that the only thing in my life that gives it any meaning or inkling of joy is made up in my head,”

I pause for a ragged breath but they still don’t dare to interrupt me Some days I don't know if what my father did to me caused it or if he didn't even do anything at all.” The words are strained. “Even I know I am not sane Mr. Murdock, and I have more faith in myself than anyone else” I finish looking up at them with contempt in my eyes. “Memories, anything at all?,” Stark questions me.

He crossed an invisible line in my head. “What I remember was a man Who was a Sadistic Narcissistic Sociopath, a pedophile and a necrophile.” the list nearly makes me vomit. “A man who got off on my pain and my fear. A man who I know within my heart of hearts killed girls before I killed him.” I look in their eyes silently begging them to believe me.

“The man I know invented and built all manner of things to hurt a person no, a child and not leave a mark.” I’m seething at this point. “A monster so good at manipulating that he did it from his grave.” No one believed me not over him. “Mr.Murdock, Mr.Stark I remember a man that exists to no one except for me and the ghosts of little dead girls.”They're watching pale faces as one does when someone breaks down in front of you. Somehow I just know what I need to do.

“Tony, your mother loves you more than anything and she says that you shouldn't worry about living up to your father because you're ten times the man he ever was and a thousand times better Father. “Mattie I hope you really have the devil in you because God has no domain over where I'm sending you.”

I grab a file and a pen sitting on the table and I begin to write out the address. “Matthew, your father wanted me to remind you that you don't have to win every fight you just gotta survive 'em,” I say, trying not to imitate the man’s accent. “The well at the front of the estate is real but the one in the garden is a tunnel.” I turn to Stark. “I wouldn't recommend visiting all you'll see is your little girl or if I'm as insane as they say you'll find nothing.”

They both start to ask questions but I silence them. “I know what I know. I've already talked more today than I have my entire life,” Maybe it's a deathbed confession of sorts I think to myself. “I truly wish the best for both of you” . I pause cringing at the intense feelings in my body. “I'm sorry for not being able to help you more and for the fuss I'm about to cause.” I'm partially aware of the fall from my chair as I lose control of my body to a Grand mal seizure. I swear I can hear death and the devil laughing at the irony. How funny, a dead girl that's afraid of dying.

[katkit14]

The follow-up to the last post I made that no one wanted but still got. Cause I actually made up characters for the idea. Also I am as American as a cheeseburger so if you find something you dislike or something feel free to message me and I'll fix it. I don't want to be offensive

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So we have yuu who is the twisted version of Mickey but now we have...

Minnie - Milie Magaña

Looks - black textured hair that's put up into buns, darker skin tone with round marble grey eyes. Short (5'0) and small ( petite all around )

Personality - very polite and quite, loves feminine things, is very responsible

Triva - the oldest out of 2 children but the 4th oldest cousins. Loves to crochet and knit to. Likes to garden and help around the community. Is constantly being belittled by some of her older cousins for liking fimmine things. Her father died when she was young , right after her younger sister was born.

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Dominate hand - right

Homeland - Mexico

Hobbies - sewing and baking

Best subject at NRC - Science

Best subject before NRC - Foreign Languages

Pet peves - When someone thinks they're superior because they don't like "girly things"

Favorite food - Sopapilla Cheesecake

Least favorite food- eggplant ( it freaks her out)

Club at NRC - science club (joined to grow plants, didn't except the weirdness)

Talent - singing and gardening

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Goofy - Gabriel Garcia

Looks - black short hair, tanish skin, monolided brown eyes, tall ( 6'2) and skinny, wears glasses

Personality - Chill and is constantly cracking jokes, clumsy, and a bit dumb, you'd think he was a stoner but has never done any form of weed in his life.

Trivia - the middle child of 3 children. Has a huge appetite. Is often called lazy because despite being good at sports doesn't play them. always being belittled for his clumsyness. Loves his younger sibling and plays with them all the time. Him and his younger sibling are compared to their oldest brother a lot.

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Dominant hand - left

Homeland - Philippines

Best subject at NRC- PE

Best Subject before NRC - PE

Hobbies- playing video games

Pet peeves - when someone compares him to his older brother

Favorite food- Sinigang

Least favorite food - doesn't have one

Talent- sports

Club at NRC- basketball ( was dragged there by ace )

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Donald- Daniel Markow

Looks - short blonde hair, baby blue eyes, pale blue undertone skin, Short (5'1) and slightly chubby ( has a slight pear shape)

Personality - angry very easily, is really smart though, a bit dense since he was born with money.

Triva - the only child and will take over his fathers company. Rich boy. Mom and dad are divorced. Loves his step mom because his real mom isn't there a lot because she works as a traveling model. Dads not there a lot either. Really just his stepmom who is only 10 years older then him.

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Dominate hand - right

Homeland - Russia

Best subject at NRC - Alchemy

Best subject before NRC - English

Hobbies - reading

Favorite food - Syrniki

Least Favorite food- Baked Chicken

Pet peeves- When someone tells him to calm down ( don't talk to me I angy)

Talent - writing stories and poems along with doing nails ( him and his step mom do each others nails)

Club at nrc - horse riding club ( I forgot the official name )

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Daisy - Daniella Kilpatric

Looks - short (5'2) with a small top half and chubby bottom ( more dramatic pear shape) , pale skin, grey/blue eyes, medium blue wavy hair ( originally brown but dyed) , wears glasses.

Personality - Sassy, Smart, Sacastic, The goth chick who acts big and bad but is actually soft.

Trivia - is the you youngest out of triplets. Is the only girl. Dad is a Single dad who is pretty young. Lives on a homestead farm that makes money from selling all natural products . She feels very embrassed about her farming background and tries to cover it up. Going as far as to hide her accent ( ye-haw ) when speaking english. Tells everyone she is from California but is from the south Also has T1D and constantly makes jokes about it.

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Domainte hand - right

Homeland - USA

Best subject at NRC : History

Best subject before NRC : Art class

Hobbies - Listening to music and art of many sorts

Favorite food - strawberry ice cream

Least Favorite food - BBQ ribs

Pet Peeves - When people hit on her father (he prof. Crewel style pretty)

Talent - art ( drawing, and painting with acrlic paint are her strong suits ) , good with plants and animals

Club at NRC - light music club

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