#both of my jobs are not behaving very well currently

[ambystomatidchanterelle]

@ebbet tagged me (and has tagged me on other things that i'm very bad about doing i'm sorry ilu 🙈 but this morning i want a distraction and this is a lovely one!) - thank youuuu 🌻

last song: Mon amour by Stromae

last book: The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennet - loved loved loved this - scifi/fantasy murder mystery with vibes from so many of my favorite different things (pacific rim, gosford park, tamora pierce's circle of magic, etc.)

last film: Out of Sight - late 90s JLo and Clooney heist situation, LOADS of recognizable people in it, would not necessarily recommend however. Just rewatch Ocean's Eleven.

last tv series: Delicious in Dungeon aka Dungeon Meshi! Greatly enjoying and have also started reading the manga.

last thing googled: genuinely not sure. i have the history of what i've searched turned off on everything? not that it actually makes a lot of difference i know.

last thing eaten: english muffin with apple butter - delish

sweet, savory, or spicy? sweet!

amount of sleep: i really do not function well on very little sleep so generally try for around 9 hours a night. although my sleep is more erratic as i'm getting older so i have more nights where i can't sleep. on bad nights, i have started a try to wind down on the couch, move to the futon to lowkey try to fall asleep, then after being properly asleep move myself to the bed routine.

currently reading: Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennet. i got so excited after Tainted Cup that I decided to start another one by the author and unfortunately i am vibing with this one way less. I'm committed to finishing this book and will def still try some of his other things but i will fully admit that it is currently a struggle.

totally no pressure to do, just if it speaks to you at the moment - @popsiclememories @mightbewriting @waroncars @ambpersand @bgonemydear @sterlingbee @pacific-rimbaud and anyone else who might want to do the thing!

[hottestvirgin]

DILF!HEESEUNG

warnings. dilf!heeseung, sub!reader, smut, fluff, cute moments, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, slight degrading, dirty talk, creampie, very dirty, yuuuhh

becoming heeseung’s daughter’s official babysitter was the best decision you’ve made in a while. not only were you getting paid $65 an hour to watch a guy’s child and to live there, but you were babysitting a well behaved little girl.

this came with its perks, and that was seeing her attractive father everyday. you met heeseung through a friend who worked for his family’s company. when she heard word of him needing a babysitter for his two year old, she immediately called you. after a small interview and background check, you became his babysitter.

that was one year ago. so now you were watching over a little three year old everyday, keeping her fed and entertaining while heeseung worked overtime for the company he’s soon to obtain. being closer to him, he’s more vocal about his struggles with being a father with his career.

“i don’t, y’know, wanna be distant from her,” he pauses to meet your eyes, flashing a genuine smile while rubbing your shoulder, “that’s why i appreciate you so much.”

your heart thrums at his words. they always do. and you couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings for heeseung. this tension between you two have been blossoming for a few months now. he just finds it so endearing how sweet and caring you are to both him and his daughter. he even considered raising your pay.

“$100!?” you gasped, a little too loudly. you quickly glance over at his sleeping daughter, hoping you didn’t wake her. when she didn’t move an inch, you look back at heeseung.

“is it too low?” the man asked, “i can double it.” he was desperate. so desperate to show you his appreciation. so desperate to ensure that you would never, ever leave.

“my current pay is enough, sir. don’t worry.” you smiled at him and he swore you were the most beautiful woman his eyes had ever landed on.

he pursed his lips, “you’re always so formal. you can call me heeseung,” he chuckled, “loosen up a bit.”

the softness of his voice lightened your mood that day, causing his name to be able to slip past your plush lips with ease now.

“heeseung, you got her the wrong applesauce,” you told him with a small laugh, watching him drop the last grocery bag on the kitchen counter. “she likes strawberry instead of cinnamon, remember?”

your words sent a weird feeling in heeseung’s stomach. you remembered everything about his daughter and he couldn’t even remember her favorite applesauce flavor. seeing you take on the role he failed to take made him proud and embarrassed.

“shit. you’re right. i’ll go get it then.” he’s stopped by the firm grip on his wrist, turning on his heels and meeting your comforting gaze.

“don’t worry about it. she’ll eat it.” you told him. and later that night he overheard you telling his daughter that the cinnamon applesauce was a special gift from him and how he loved her very much. she had eaten every single bite.

the first time he saw you cry was probably the scariest moment in his life. what had happened? did his daughter do something to you? did she hurt your feelings? were you gonna leave him?

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” heeseung was quick to comfort you in parallel with how you’re always quick to comfort him. he rubbed your back and you sniffled, wiping the tears that streamed down your face.

“she called me mommy,” you told him, “i just.. don’t know how to react to that.”

oh.

when you told him that you didn’t know why you bursted out crying, he hesitated for a bit. he knew that this would happen because of how young she is. but he didn’t know it would make you ball out crying.

“if she thinks of you as a mommy then that means you’re doing a good job.” heeseung told you, his fingers intertwining with yours, squeezing your hand. there was something about his aura that night that made you feel safe and warm.

and what really made your heart swell was when he told you that you would be the perfect mother. this feeling was different. it made you.. aroused. in a way. but it was wrong, right? you can’t feel this way towards him.

as the long spring days passed, the tension grew. starting from giving each other as much personal space as possible to being very affectionate and open with each other which seemed like overnight.

“i just put her to bed.” you announce, standing in heeseung’s doorway with your arms crossed. he looks up from his laptop, inviting you to sit on his bed. “i’m getting used to it. but it just feels so weird sometimes. i’ve never seen myself as a mother.”

heeseung’s facial expression softens when you speak, reaching to graze his fingers over your arm. “but you would. i’ve been watching you and you’re better at parenting than me.” he laughs his words off but your stomach churns in arousal when he admits that he does, in fact, watch you.

“you’re an amazing dad.” you reassure. “you think so?” heeseung tsks, closing his laptop to give you his attention. nodding, you continue, “you’re sweet, loving, funny, generous..” you pause when he interrupts with a sudden laugh.

“yeah? tell me more.” the man sits up against his headboard, loving the compliments.

“hardworking, dependable.. i could go on. you’re everything i’d want in a man.” you didn’t expect to fully admit your appreciation for the man but you didn’t expect to admit that. seeing his reaction to your words made your heart flutter.

heeseung didn’t know why but the tension between you two grew intensely. he stares into your eyes lovingly, in a daze. like he was getting high just from hearing your pretty voice.

“so you want me to be your man?” heeseung repeats, and your face quickly heats in embarrassment at what you just said. fuck. what if he finds you weird? would he fire you?

“i-i mean.. i’d like a man like you.”

“mm.. so you like me.” heeseung concludes, and you cover your face in embarrassment. “well, i like you too,” he tells you, “and you’re everything i’d want in a woman.”

there’s a hint of teasing in his words but you knew they were genuine when you found heeseung in between your legs, splitting you open on his cock right then and there. filling your cunt deliciously, it’s so good. and heeseung has never been this turned on in his life, rutting into you desperately.

you can feel him deep in your stomach. and his slender fingers graze over your abdomen, his desires sending more adrenaline through his veins. he pushes your thighs against your chest, folding you in half and thrusting stupidly into you. “i’ll fuck a baby in you, i promise.” he grunts, squeezing your thighs.

you’re all fuzzy and drunk on his cock, only being able to moan and whimper pathetically as he pulls his hips down harder and harder, each time pushing your body into the mattress which produces loud squeaks and would guarantee wake his daughter up. but he doesn’t stop.

“you’d be such a pretty mama, baby.” heeseung cooes, and it sends shivers down your spine. he’s serious because he’s fucking you into the mattress with all his strength, caging and trapping you between his arms.

“d..don’t stop.” you beg, breathless. he’s not planning on it, and it only thrives him to angle his hips to where his swollen tip abuses that soft spot inside of you. this sends you to another realm, your grunts turning into silent moans.

heeseung can see it now. how you’d be walking around his house with a swollen belly. how pretty you’d look with all the weight gain, swollen tits, so fragile and gorgeous. just for him. he could already see you with his baby in your arms. fuck. it turns him on so much. everything about you does.

“oh my god. s’ good.” you moan, gripping onto the back of your own thighs. “yeah? i’m right here, baby, feel that?” he grazes over your stomach again, pushing down to feel the print of his cock in your flesh, “gonna fill this pussy full of my babies.. gonna make you my wife so you’ll never leave me like she did.”

fuck. he was pushing you over the edge and your fingers were slipping. you were so close to losing your mind. clenching around him, he groans while putting more aggression to his thrusts to ensure that he’s balls deep inside you. fuckfuckfuck. he was so close, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. every drag of his cock sent a shiver down your spine.

he nuzzles his sweaty face into your neck, taking in your sweet, motherly scent. you were driving him fucking crazy. and he didn’t stop his thrusts for a minute. he wraps an arm around the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest while his other hand pushes your thigh further against your chest.

“ah fuuuk.. m’ gonna cum.” heeseung hips stutter, voice shivery as he whimpers and fills your womb full with his thick load, riding out his orgasm while you cum hard around him, creaming his shaft. he’s still rocking against you to make sure he fucks every drop of his cum as deep as he can in you. when he pulls out, fat globs of his cum seep out of your aching hole.

you have no regrets, no source of shame, nothing. this was the man you wanted to be the father of your first child. this was the man who’s baby you wanted to carry. so a few weeks later, you show him a positive pregnancy test.

[sgiandubh]

In fact I have the impression that most fans in this fandom are never satisfied no matter how SC acts, they'll always find something to say. I remember how they behaved towards each other in the early days, and a lot of fans criticized SC for acting like kids and being unprofessional when they appeared at different events and I sometimes felt the same way about certain salacious things that were said to journalists and which they were also criticized for. When SC were very demonstrative with each other, fans criticized them for selling the show, and I even read comments from angry fans on their SM at the time asking them to stop behaving like that and that S wasn't respecting his co-star. Some people tend to forget that today they're no longer in their thirties, 11 years have passed, they've evolved, they've mellowed. S no longer acts like the young boy who fell under his co-star's spell, they've both moved on in their careers and in their private lives. Their goal, I think, is to go on in Hollywood and at least get some good job opportunities, and you don't need to have done advanced math to know that if you act like a kid on the red carpet, it doesn't look serious nor professional. In addition, many fans continue to say that if SC managed to represent Jamie and Claire so well it's because it's real. I'm sorry but SC and JC are two different couples. When S says he's not Jamie and when C says she's not Claire, it's true. Is C a doctor? Is S a fighter? Is S as traditional as Jamie? Are SC as co-dependent? I don't know if you've noticed, but SC have repeatedly pigeonholed this saying that JC are so fused that Claire would even tell Jamie when she went to the bathroom because he'd be worried. S, of course said recently that it's good to play scenes with other protagonists and not necessarily Claire, to which S joked and added : I need some space ok? For me JC's spotless love doesn't represent reality and unless I'm mistaken I don't think SC's daily life is all about living on love and fresh air. I agree with you, though, that there's been a certain distance between Jamie and Claire for a few seasons now so I don't know if it's because they've grown older and wiser, so they're not going to jump on each other like they did when they were young or if it's because the distance SC set up between them for the public is unconsciously transposed to JC . In any case, I think that SC, and maybe S more than C now, have set limits and that when they take part in promotions they remain professional and it's no longer Sam and Caitriona as a couple but Sam and Caitriona as co-stars. For me, fans need to stop mixing the two, also out of respect for the actors. I don't think it does them any favors to dissect their slightest behavior, and they're perfectly aware that every move they make will be observed and commented on, hence the distance S has put up with C publicly. Sorry for my long speech but when I read certain things, I think that some fans and mostly Anons need to stop throwing their own expectations and dreams of the ideal couple onto these two people (SC). On the other hand, SC have allowed some fans to find comfort in JC's love, and we can thank them for that.

Dear Long Speech Anon,

This is, indeed, very long and given my current circumstances, I had to read it twice in a row, in order to make sense of it.

I have to 1500% agree with you when you say two very important things:

'For me JC's spotless love doesn't represent reality and unless I'm mistaken I don't think SC's daily life is all about living on love and fresh air.'

With the amendment that JC's love is not exactly spotless, either. But that is Gabaldon's narrative choice, and as much as I detest her public persona (with a passion, can you tell?) she is queen on her page and of her own creatures. When she created them out of thin air, she assumed complete mastery over their destiny, even if any good writer will tell you that characters do have a life of their own - one of the most exciting mysteries of writing, indeed. Yet, it is ultimately up to the scribe to choose the words and to weave the story as they see fit. But yeah, SC not being a postcard couple is what makes them so damn endearing to me, in the first place, too.

'I think that some fans and mostly Anons need to stop throwing their own expectations and dreams of the ideal couple onto these two people (SC).'

You know, I really try to understand why this happens. There is so much tension and ugliness in this world, that you sometimes need a secret garden of sorts, don't you agree? It is harmless, it brings you solace & comfort, it's just that kind of daydreaming torpor your brain sometimes automatically switches on, in order to cope with hardship. Where I do see a problem, however, is going very vocal and public about it. And even more so, when people start to demand or believe they are owed at least an explanation (if not vindication), when These Two do not fit what definitely is to me a terrible, syrupy scenario.

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[bonbonchocolates]

Obsession

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When you are hired to babysit a 26 year old but he is not as innocent as he seems to be.

Warnings: yandere Tae, obsessive behaviour, forced pregnancy, baby trapping (tae is basically a red flag here)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. Hope you like it.

Masterlist

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You were hired by Kim Namjoon and Kim Sihyeon as the babysitter for their son Taehyung. Although he was a 26 year old but he used to behave like a 5 year old.

It has been three months since you are working for Mr and Mrs Kim. They are really friendly and kind. They treat you like a family member. The only problem is their son Taehyung, well though he behaved like a child but sometimes you felt like he is not what he seems to be.

Though he was not a troublemaker but sometimes the stares that he would throw your way didn't make him look like a innocent child anymore. He would sometimes look at you with lustful eyes but when you caught him looking your way he would turn around. Then again he was back to the innocent child again.

Sometimes you felt like leaving the job but you refused to do it because you needed money. It was not that your father was an alcoholic person and your mother was sick. Your father passed away when you were only 10 and from then on the whole responsibility was on your mother. Your mother worked day and night just to feed her children.

You just got this job because you wanted to get admission in a good university and wanted to help your mother. Your elder sister also works at a Italian restaurant. You have two more siblings who are in middle school.

You didn't wanted to leave the job because the salary was quite high. Your received almost 3 times more that of a normal babysitter. There are two reasons for this. First, that Taehyung was not a kid but a grown up adult who behaved like a child. Second, none of the previous babysitter that Taehyung had could last for more than a week because they couldn't tolerate Taehyung. Mr and Mrs Kim both were surprised when you didn't left the job after a week. They thought Taehyung has taken a liking on you but you felt it very weird.

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It was a normal day at Taehyung's house, babysitting him. You were currently doing your homework. Yeah homework, you were in the last year of your high school. While Taehyung was playing with his fur friend Yeontan.

Suddenly you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned around and saw Taehyung staring at you. At this moment he didn't seem like a innocent child at all. You thought that like always he will turn away when you caught him staring but he was still staring at you with a smirk on his face. You turned away and decided to ignore him.

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After a few hours you finally completed your homework and was just waiting for Taehyung's parents to come home. So that you can go home and get a peaceful sleep.

"Noona"

Taehyung called you. 'Noona' yes, thats what he calls you, though he was older than you.

"Taetae wants to play"

"Then go and play"

You didn't wanted to play with him because you were tired and you didn't feel comfortable around Taehyung.

"No, Taetae wants to play with Noona."

With that he dragged you to his room. You couldn't even free yourself because he was a lot stronger than you. Though he behaved like a child he had strength of a fully grown up man.

He took you to his room and gathered all his toys and came to you. Yeontan too followed you both and came inside the room. You quickly picked him up in your lap.

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An hour passed this way. Taehyung was playing with his toys while you were petting Yeontan. You looked at the clock it was 10pm and still Taehyung's parents didn't come home. It was very strange because from the past three months you are working they were never late. Maybe it's because of their work but you still decided to call his parents.

You tried to take out your phone from your jeans pocket but it was not there. Then you remembered that you forgot it in the living room downstairs. You got up and took a step but then you suddenly started to feel dizzy. You don't know what is happening. You stumbled backwards and fell on Taehyung's bed.

"Goodnight, my love"

Was the last thing you heard before darkness consumed you.

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The next morning when you got up you found yourself in your room. You were confused now. As much as you remember you were at Taehyung's house last night so who dropped you back to your home.

You sat up but then suddenly felt a terrible pain at your lower area. With the pain you still got up and went downstairs. You saw your mother making pancakes and your younger brother and sister were at the table doing their breakfast.

"Momma"

You called.

"How did I get home last night?"

"Actually, Jimin dropped you home."

Well Jimin was Taehyung's one and only friend and your crush. After hearing his name a blush made its way on your cheeks.

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Two weeks later:

Lately Taehyung has been behaving weirdly. He takes a lot of care of you. He always asks you if you are ok or not or if you are feeling pain somewhere. Even if you were not at work he would still call you to ask about your whereabouts.

For about a week you also feel sick and tired. You really don't know why. One day while your class was going on suddenly you felt the urge to throw up and you quickly got up from your seat and ran to the washroom.

At first you ignored it but then later on you told your mother about it and she suggested you to go to the doctor.

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You visited the doctor to know what is wrong with you. You expected to hear something normal but the news the doctor revealed turned your world upside down.

"Congratulations, Ms Y/N you are pregnant"

You were totally shocked after hearing it. You couldn't believe it because you never dit 'it' with someone so how is it possible. The doctor gave you the next appointment date and with that you left from there.

When you reached your home, you quickly went to your mother and hugged her tightly and cried your heart out. You told your mother everything she too cried with you. She assured you that everything will be fine.

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You didn't went to the school or at work for the next few days. You didn't know that if you could ever go back to school or not.

You didn't wanted the child because you don't know whose it is but some part of you wanted to keep the child. It doesn't matters if you keep the child or not but your life was still spoilt.

Your mother and elder sister were the only two people who knew this. At first you thought that your mother will throw you out of the house but instead she accepted you and told you that everything will be fine.

Mr and Mrs Kim also called your mother as to ask why you were not going to their house. Your mother told that you are not well. They told you to get well.

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After a few days you attended your school and went to Taehyung's house for babysitting him.

Taehyung was acting a bit weird. Most of the time he was around you when you were at his house but today he was nowhere to be seen.Today he was the one who opened the door at your arrival.

When you came to his house couldn't see any maid and it was quite strange to you but you ignored it. You you more concerned with finishing your job here and going to home.

"Noona"

A voice called you. You already knew who it was and you turned back and found Taehyung standing there with a pout on his.

"Come with Taetae"

Before you could say something he dragged you with him. You thought that he is taking you to his room but he took you to a different room where you have never been. Taehyung opened the door of the room and you both entered inside. It was a

Nursery.

You were so confused now as to why did he bring you to a nursery.

"This is for our unborn baby."

Taehyung announced.

What?

"Taehyung what are you saying?"

You turned back to see Taehyung standing behind you. He didn't look like a cute innocent kid anymore.

"Yes love. This is for our baby."

"Taehyung I can't understand anything. I am leaving now."

You were about to leave the room when someone caught you by your waist and your back was met with a hard chest.

"You are now mine love. I love you so much."

"Taehyung let me go. Plzz...."

Tears already gathered your eyes.

"No, can't do love. Do you know how many years I waited to have you? And now when I finally have you I won't let you go away from me."

"Let me go otherwise I'll say this to Mr and Mrs Kim."

He just chuckled.

"Do you think they don't know about this?"

"Wha....."

"They know all of this from the beginning. Well, it was my plan afterall. At first when I told my parents about my plan they refused to do anything but when I continuesly urged them they finally agreed."

A drop of tear left you eyes.

"Awww.. don't cry my love. I promise that from now on we will live like a happy family, just you, me and our little baby."

He said the line with a hand on your belly.

"But if you don't behave like a good girl or try run away. I'll have no choice but to kill your family. I know you don't want that, right?"

You were so shocked to even say anything.

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

You didn't want to but hesitantly you nodded your head.

"Good girl"

With that he kissed you in the forehead and now yow let your tears fall.

"What about we decide a name for our baby?"

You knew that now you were trapped with him for the rest of your life.

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Borahae 💜

[louisthemanyouare]

Who’s Gonna Be The First

Summary:: for as long as both can remember, Louis and Y/N never got along. Working along side the boys as a personal stylist was a problem at times. While doing an interview, Louis slips up and mentions Y\N which causes the internet to roar to life with news and articles. Making you second guess everything.

Warnings:: swearing, verbal abuse, little physical abuse, lots of fluff, Louis being cute after being mean,

Take this as a warning or not but Liam is in this story a little. RIP Payno🕊️

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“Louis would you hold still!”

You were just about fed up with the older band member. It was already 5:26 in the early morning and they had an interview at 6am. You had been trying to work on Louis for the past hour, between the dancing, the not sitting still or the small snide comments he would make towards you. Well let’s just say everyone could hear the yelling at this point. “If you can’t work on me like this Y/N, maybe it’s the wrong industry for you.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t behave like a 5 year old, we wouldn’t be having these issues!”

Comment after comment was being thrown back and forth. Two cups of teas that were once hot now sat cold and untouched. You were contemplating on just risking it all and pouring the beverage all over the musician.

Though in that moment Liam walked into the dressing room. He sent you an apologetic look, knowing you would never get a sorry from the lad who is currently sitting in front of you. With the last finishing touches, you let out an exhausted sigh and stepped away. “We’re done here.” You watch as Louis jumped up and walked out the room with a bounce in he’s step.

He knew full well how to push your buttons, especially at this time in the early morning. More importantly without any caffeine. “I’m sorry Y/N.. please don’t take Louis seriously-“ Liam started to say but you cut him off by putting a hand up.

“I don’t take him seriously Liam. I take it personally. Why me? I knew I was walking into a can of worms when getting this job, this though is too much.. from day one, all the jabs of what I wear, joking about my job. He demanded I don’t work on him. Pranks are meant to be a playful joke but I can’t help but think he’s side has malice. So no Liam, no apology is going to fix this.”

You walked out, leaving a shell shocked Liam standing in the middle of the dressing room. If you were to be here all day, you’ll be needing food and lots of coffee. With a large latte in one hand and a muffin in the other, you made your way back into the now empty dressing room.

You had just taken a sip from your drink when the door cracked opened the slightest. “Liam seriously I’m not in the mood to talk about this any longer. He’s your friend, not mine. He’s been an arsehole to me from day one and that will never change.”

“Well that’s interesting love, it really is.. though don’t mind me just in here to grab my phone that I left behind. Thanks for the delightful feedback and a very fuck you too.” You spin around to see Louis standing now in the room about 3feet away from you, phone in hand and a very pissed off expression.

“I thought you were Liam-“ he angrily cut you off.

“Sorry to disappoint. Hang on I’ll grab the lad and you can continue talking behind me fucking back. The fact you’ve still got this job is completely astonishing to me. Everything about you is fucking annoying.” That’s when you felt something inside you just snap. Without much of a second thought, you lunged forward and smacked the smirk right off the man in front of you.

Silence filled the room. The hand print becoming more noticeable as the seconds ticked by. No amount of make up is going to cover the mark you’ve left. With shaking hands you step forward to try and fix the damage. Louis surprisingly stood still, in fact he hasn’t stopped looking at you in shock.

“Louis I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean that. I can fix it.” You knew that was an empty promise. There wasn’t enough time and it was looking more red than before. Louis finally snapped out of it and watched as you raised a hand to lightly touch he’s burning cheek. Dropping your hand, you go to turn around to grab some make up but stop at the feel of a hand grabbing your arm.

“Louis what ar-“ his lips found yours. It was soft and barely considered a kiss at first but then he started pushing his body into yours, kissing you harder. Both of you back up into the nearest wall. Minutes must of went by because by the time he pulled away, you were breathing heavily. The air building back up into both your lunges.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Louis smirking down at you. You were unsure why he’s got that sparkle of mischief in his eyes, though it couldn’t be anything good you thought. “Your lips match the colour of my cheek now.” Wait what??

You push past Louis to look at yourself in the mirror and he was in fact correct. Your hair was messy, lips swollen and red and eyes glassed over. All that was done by a kiss. A kiss from Louis Tomlinson.

By the time you had turned back to face him again he was no longer in the room. You don’t know why there was a bit of disappointment, or the fact you felt tears build up in the corner of your eyes. It meant nothing, it was just a kiss in the heat of the moment.

The interview had started, just like everyone else from set you stood to the side of the stage and watched the 5 boys squeeze themselves on a couch that looked too small for 5 grown lads.

“So boys, we all want to know about this new album four, great album may I say. I gotta ask this question, was there a special muse for the making of these songs?” You stood on the sidelines, still tasting Louis on your lips.

“Yeah great songs, it was kinda a joint collaboration really.. we all put in our own inputs and experiences. I won’t go into detail but yeah usually there is a muse, though sometimes there isn’t.” You watched Louis answer most questions, the other boys joining in when they wanted to.

“Is there a special muse for you Louis?” The interviewer leaned forward, more intrigued for an answer. Louis just nervously laughs and looks over towards the camera then over to where you stood, though you knew he couldn’t see you from this distance, it didn’t stop your heart from racing.

“Oh that’s sneaky, I ain’t answering that question“ Louis laughs it off and relaxes back in the couch, thinking he got away without a single slip up. Though the interviewer had just started.

15 minutes and the interview was starting to wrap up. You could tell the boys were getting restless, they were changing positions often and Louis wasn’t answering questions or hardly talking at this point. “Alright we’re almost finished here boys. One last question, fans have started a ship within your tour group. Niall you seem really close to Y/N the hair and make up artist. Should we expect a blossoming romance here?”

From the distance off stage you see the chaos unfold, Niall getting red in the face and making a little harmless joke “maybe.. who knows what can happen.” Louis was sitting there, fists clenching, face going red with jealousy.

“Y/N is my muse.” Louis spat out. They all went quiet.

The interviewer was shocked but quickly got over the shock and started grinning wide like the Cheshire cat at the boys. “Little band rivalry here I feel.” That was the wrong thing for him to say. Everyone watches Louis jump up from the couch, ripping the microphone from he’s shirt and throwing it on the floor. “There’s no rivalry. We’re done here.” Louis then proceeds to walk off the stage, the boys following him quickly after.

You were at a loss. Do you go find Louis after just hearing him confess those feelings or do you give the guy space to calm down. Without much thought, your body was already walking you towards the emergency door that you saw Louis exit from. There he sat on the roof, feet dangling off the edge. “Louis?” You whisper softly, hoping he wouldn’t push you away.

You hear a deep breath leave him and see his body tense up. The cigarette in his left hand was lit and resting on his thigh. “Please Y/N just leave me alone.” You didn’t listen to him. Instead you took a seat beside him. For minutes neither of you said a word.

“The kiss and what you said in that interview… Louis did that mean anything? Please tell me and if it didn’t mean anything, then I’ll do what you wanted. I’ll leave.” With the loud beating of your heart, you wait for any indication from Louis. You turn your head to look at him to see he was already looking at you.

“You’ve always meant something to me Y/N. I just kept you at arms length because I didn’t want this lifestyle to destroy you. I’m sorry for being an arse to you for these couple of years.” You watch him reach for your hand, threading your fingers together. You both stayed there not saying a word, just enjoying the view while holding hands.

The moment was ruined though when the emergency door opened and all 4 boys stepped out “so is it official yet?” Niall asked you two. “You two better be together, the sexual tension was getting to a whole new level, everyone was over the arguments and the bickering.” Harry said next.

Both you and Louis were at a loss for words. “Wait you guys knew how I felt?” Louis stood up off the edge, he helped you stand up shortly after. The 4 boys continued grinning at you both. “Come on mate, you weren’t exactly subtle about it Lou.” Zayn said.

“We had a bet going who was gonna be the first to make a move. We just had to give you both a little nudge. Glad to see our plan worked. Harry you owe me 20” Niall said while pointing at Louis’s hand still clasped in yours. The 6 of you walked back inside, the boys laughing ahead about something and Louis and you walking not far behind them.

“Wait before we go” you watch Louis stop the both of you, the boys continue to walk ahead. Louis grabs hold of your hands and gives them a small squeeze. “I really like you and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to admit it. after everything I’ve said and done I’ll understand why you say no to this question but I’m still going to try. Y/N let me take you out for dinner?” You couldn’t stop the bright smile from spreading across your face, you step up and place a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

With a small giddy sigh, you whispered out an answer you never saw yourself saying.

“I’d love that Louis.”

[igotanidea]

Bodies : Hotch x reader (part 2 to cold weather)

previous part

You would think that the end of the year would be a nice, peaceful time filled with joy and reflection about the passing year, and probably somewhere in the world it was like that. However, when you are a DA in one of the busiest cities in America, you can only quote some comic heroes while saying: the crime never sleeps.

To put it bluntly, Christmas and New Year’s Eve were nothing less, but a perfect opportunity for both petty criminals and organized crime groups to commit atrocities. Theft and assaults were – well – as tragic as it may sound – normal - but in the crowd of people at the city events there were always a risk of something bigger and worse.

Killing.

Shooting

Bombing.

You live and you learn.

And Y/N had seen enough of it, both in her career and in her private live to behave cautiously even though it was not her job to secure the place or make sure everyone was safe. But hey, here comes a surprise – being DA is not only about inspecting dead bodies and prosecuting killers.

For her – it was about people and serving justice.

Truly. Not only in theory.

And given her experience she knew something big was coming making her dread.

***

“JJ. I’m being serious.” She was sitting in her office, talking through the phone with her friend from the BAU, who also happened to be the only person who could get the whole team of agents to come. “this whole situation is serious. I can’t let it accure.”

“I can only do as much as present it at the briefing.” JJ responded though it was clear in her voice that she was struggling between her professionalism and sympathy for the young DA.

“Right. Sorry.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose swirling in the chair nervously while looking at the street below her. Full of police officers, CSIs, reporters and very characteristic yellow tape. “Didn’t mean to be demanding. I’m just – “ the words barely got through her throat but Y/N was pretty sure if there was anyone trustable in the whole wide world it was definitely JJ “ I’m kind of desperate. This is way beyond my pay grade.”

“I promise I’ll do my best Y/N, but it’s not my call.”

“Yeah, I know….”

Oh yes, she did.

There was too much to risk and Y/N could not sit in her chair doing nothing. If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain. 

***

“Y/N!”

“Get out of my way Morgan I’m here on business.”

“Oh wow! Slow down Katrina.” Morgan chuckled and  Y/N raised an eyebrow at him “The hurricane.”

“I understood the reference.”

“What’s with the stormy attitude then?”

“Where is he?” she swiftly avoided the answer getting straight to her point.

“Can’t you at least say hello first?”

“Hello Morgan. Now where is he?”

“Who?”

“Stop playing with me.” She warned throwing daggers at him. It was the first time anyone at the BAU saw her act like a force of nature and even Emily couldn’t hide the amused smirk of approval. Y/N was finally showing her true side as driven and strong DA and not the withdrawn public prosecutor’s trainee they met her as. And it was both admirable and terrifying, especially to Reid who was so taken aback that his mouth hung open for a moment. The girl  woman, who saved him from drowning some time ago was a lioness and after the initial shock, he was the one to point her to the direction were the reason of her visit has been currently sojourning.

***

“The local authorities-“

“For god’s sake Hotch I am the local authority!”

“The mayor-“

“The mayor is a knucklehead who can’t speak publicly without having the speech written by ghostwriter. He has no idea what’s happening in his own backyard. And frankly I don’t think he cares.”

“You’re forgetting yourself.” Deep, calm and cold voice of the BAU chief was an evident contrast to his smirk and watchful eyes. Y/N was definitely a view when she walked into his office with a face expression so stern it could match his own.

“Oh I am?” she spun around, loosening the collar of her shirt, since the situation was making her blood boil. A little gesture that did not slip by the agent, even if he didn’t let it show at all.  “Okay then. I’ll calm down and resort to your way of understanding.”

“Which is?”

“Logic, obviously. You have no imagination whatsoever. Everything must always make sense to you and form a perfect whole. Let me present it to you then.”

“Please.” Hotch responded, still calm and collected pointing the chair to her. “You know the rules.” He added when she finally took the place instead of walking around his office like a caged animal.

“I got a killer on the loose.”

“Yes. Like many other states and cities.”

“A very specific kind of killer.”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“And mine apparently.” She muttered

“If you excuse me I got-“

“No.”

“Sorry?”

“I won’t excuse you. I’m here for something and believe me I won’t leave until I get what I want.”

“You’re being-“

“Unreasonable? Crazy?” she leaned slightly forward, almost leaning on his desk “Go ahead. Think what you want, I’d rather consider myself driven and concerned about my people. It’s part of my job to make sure no more families cries at night because some psycho is on a killing rampage. And you’re the fucking BAU supposed to –“

“I know my duties.” Hotch cut her off getting a bit agitated by her behavior.

“Do you now?”

“Leave L/N.”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“You have no authority here.”

The sudden slap of a paper file on his desk didn’t make as much dramatic effect as she expected, but got his attention regardless.

“Come on Hotch. Don’t be shy, open it.”

 The ruffling of the pages was the only answer she got as Hotch’s eyes were moving though the file and the photos attached, scanning through every detail and blood mark on the bodies of the killed. Every line, every cut and wound inflicted on the flesh had a meaning. They both could sense in their bones even if didn’t make any sense at the point.  

“Bet they didn’t show you that, did they?” she whispered taking in his seemingly unfazed expression.

“This is-“

“Yeah, I know.“ she bit her lip hard enough to make it turn red from the pressure.

“Try to not bleed on my papers L/N.” his eyes flickered to her mouth for a split second.

“Look Hotch, I know we have our differences, many differences, but please.” She noticed, but decided to drop it due to the more urgent matter than his gaze and the sudden wave of heat. “Please work with me on this.”

She sighed hating the fact she was forced to plead with him. But it was all for the greater good and if that was what it took to ensure safety and peace in town – so be it.

“Why?” his dark eyes landed on her, piercing right through and it made her shiver in the same way she did when he grabbed her hand at the lake when they were working together before Christmas.

God, she hated her feelings. It was job, for crying out loud, and she didn’t need any exposure. Aaron could read her like a magazine, and it was very uncomfortable, to think he knew her better then she knew herself, while hiding his own motivations and emotions at the same time. Treating her like a mouse he could play with.  

“What do you mean why? Why do I want you to come?”

“Why are you pleading with me? You’re proud. You’re hot tempered. You do what you believe is right even if it violates someone else’s rules and patterns of behaviors.”

“And procedures.” She smirked

“Yes.” He nodded “So why?”

“You really want me to say it, don’t you? Some ego-feeding agent Hotchner?”

He looked at her in predatory, warning way even if his whole posture was revealing he was the lion falling for a lamb.

“Fine. Fine! You’re my last hope. I need you.”

Hotch’s face expression didn’t change even in the slightest when he stood up and opened the door motioning her to walk out.

“Aaron I –“

“Y/N.” He shook his head and waited patiently till she finally moved from the chair, defeated.

So she fought and lost and now the stupid mayor, who was only caring about the pretenses and appearances would be on top.

Over her dead body. She would catch that killer freak herself even if it meant –

“We’re going to Washington.“

Wait, what?

Hotch’s voice got through to her brain, but his words made no sense to her.

Did he just say -?

She frowned and looked at him in a bit of confusion.

“why does your action and your words never match?”

“Better get yourself on the plane L/N.”

“Since when do you take additional passengers?”

“Since I need to keep an eye on a rowdy DA, who wants to pursue a dangerous criminal on her own.”

“I did not-“

“You did.” He muttered handing her the coat in a very telling gesture

Um. Thank you?

“Are you concerned about my safety or something now?”

“You’re reckless and tend to put yourself in danger. I’m always concerned about your safety. Who would be my partner in investigating the bodies if something happened to you?”

Sure.

It was all about the bodies.

Not necessarily the dead ones though.

And very natural human instincts, even if forced to stay in hiding.

@somest1 @taygrls

[dropthedemiurge]

Sangmin Dinneaw Ep.1 Reaction

I started watching Sangmin Dinneaw (despite all rational thoughts that I should finish other 7 BLs in progress now xD) and it's already cute since the very first episode xD

Okay, I didn't expect both main leads to be so charming and mischievous xD Definitely a fun dynamic to look forward to

Funny how Dinneaw just accepted his mom loves some other foreign kid as her second son and keeps bringing him up and there wasn't a single ounce of jealousy or bitterness (so far, let's see how it goes once he meets grown up version)

"I know the phrase 'annoying/stir up trouble' in Thai" Said with the sweetest and fake innocence xD Also cutely nodding to mom bringing up embarrassing stories about Dinneaw, I'm so sure they will clash a lot in the beginning xD

I listened to "petty/pretty" a few times and the difference is barely noticeable to me, I will never do well with intonational languages 🥲

Actor who plays Sangmin does a great job at giving exact face expression that is "I can kinda have a conversation in your language but also my brain is working at 200% trying to keep up and understand what's going on and behave accordingly" As someone who's currently living in Korea and trying to learn Korean, I feel his struggles so much (even if he doesn't seem to show them xD)

Honestly, geckos chilling on walls were my favorite part of staying in Thailand :D Much better than all other insects and spiders in bathroom...

Lol Sangmin is doing everything to annoy Dinneaw indeed, not sure if it's simply to get mom's praise but his smug smile doesn't seem perfectly genuine to me xD

This trilingual series is giving me life but I laughed so hard when subtitles in English said "Mom, go into the kitchen and eat the baby" as if there were not enough language shenanigans in show itself - ah wait, they gave up and subtitles became auto, okay

Sangmin told him "You must achieve your dream" in Korean, even if he didn't understand Dinneaw explain about "responsibilities" 🥺🥺🥺 (Is Dream as sleeping and as goal is the same word? Kkum and Fan? Got curious cuz in mine these are different words) And they exchanged "Sleep well" in their respective languages, awwww. I love it.

Dinneaw means Clay in Thai?😅 His mom is really going through all her hyperfixations

What a time to be alive and understand Sangmin's phone calls in Korean without subs (wait, isn't actor Thai? His pronunciation of both languages is good, is he bilingual? Mixed? I'm curious)

I am definitely learning a lot of Thai with this series (and 5 different pronunciations of the word Coffee, I didn't need more, thanks)

I would never go to Thai massage, that feels awfully intimate for two strangers (although these two have a lot of unresolved tension and playfulness to go around xD). Sir, why are you caressing his oiled nipples while holding down his other hand on bed?? Sir?? That's Thai people's hospitality, I guess, Dinneaw took his mom's advice -- Oh wait, I get it, yes, fooled me. Was right about unresolved tension tho xD

Talking about tension - the two boys at the market 👀👀👀 The flirting is through the rooftop but the merchant thinks his crush is unrequited or what? How?xD

Sangmin trying to do Thai dance - aww I want to try it too. This guy does the "look of wonder" very well.

Sangmin's looks were so striking that one guy got meatball stuck in his throat so Sangmin did Heimlich maneuver on him and they aren't even main couple? This series is so silly, I'm surprisingly having pretty joyful time xD

Guy flirts with Sangmin in Thai - Sangmin silently steps back and glues himself to Dinneaw - I think the choice was made here from the very first second, sorry, man)))

"Daddy Arthit" owns the "Yadong" bar?xD Certainly EVERYTHING screams about his reputation lmao And behavior suits the place as well.

Oooh poor Dinneaw is jealous and hurt from the way Sangmin plays as people pleaser and loved by everyone aww :( I knew it was coming. I like that we tackle this situation.

I wonder why Sangmin keeps using 3rd pov when he speaks Thai decently and both Korean and Thai use 1st pov so it's not a habit... Maybe simply a way to make character feel more foreign. Okay, wait, Dinneaw speaks like that too. Maybe my perception on Thai was wrong.

Yadong has returned sgdjssjakl

Okay, first ep done! It's silly, it's charming, it makes me think about Twins, I think I'll have the same sentiment towards SD too^^ And I'm definitely using this series to learn more Thai words, so it's a win-win :P Let's see what comes next.

[orionpolanosnox]

Boarders who mistreat their horses are the worst

I work as a groom since autumn 2018. My first boss was very abusive to her employees but she loved her horses. She fortunately changed over the years but she taught me to always put the horses first.

On my current job we have a married couple with three quarter horses. A senior gelding aged 26 and two younger geldings, chestnut and dapple grey, both turning six. The senior and the dapple grey are owned by the woman and the chestnut by the man.

She bought her young gelding in autumn only last year. She had a four year old mare before that but they "didn't work" (because she/both of them treat their horses like shit!). She sold her after giving her to a trainer and the mare was already "doing better" but whenever she visited to ride her, it worked out poorly... I wonder why....

Their horses hate them. Especially the woman's "new" dapple grey, Pelle, is so afraid of her. It breaks my heart!

Pelle is a sweet heart. Very friendly and sensitive but ABSOLUTELY done with this shit! He changed SO much since arriving at our stable. He used to play with Socke, the gelding in his age and he used to try to seduce the mares next to their pasture.

Now, not even 6 month later, he is numb. He just wants to be alone, is actively hostile towards Socke and is so so afraid of her owner. He can't be ridden rn because his front left leg tendon is injured. It happens a lot that the couple's horses get injured because they push them to their limits aka mistreat them.

Both of them love nothing more than to share their "wisdom" with you because they are "the only boarders with well behaved horses". They don't even know the names of the horses or most of their owners they share their small part of the stable on the farm with, let alone the other boarders and horses on the farm... They aren't new. They have been here for a decade.

They know nothing about how to treat a horses right and many people and instructors tried to teach them but they wouldn't have it. They were so obnoxious many riding instructor just bailed on them. They punish their horses for shitting in their through or waterer. THEY ARE ANIMALS! They don't get why you are angry! Feel free to be annoyed by this but don't punish your horse for it! What the fuck is wrong with you???

It's the third of six weeks of "no work" for Pelle and I hoped that he could get some rest but the fear of his owner is still there.

He stared to rush into his stall because that is a save place for him like two month after he arrived. He tried to rush into stalles that aren't even his to get away from his owner's.

Pelle got spooked TWICE by seeing his owner on wednesday when my colleague took him from the pasture to his stall. I was right behind him. He had the two young geldings and I the senior. Pelle's owner commented how "funny" that was. My own horse gets jump scared seeing me.... So funny....

I hate her and her husband. They are weird people but I gained their trust by doing my job. Telling them when their horses lost a shoe or informed them about a rug malfunction. They like me now.

Being nice to even the worst borders will give you ammunition. Even if it's just to twaddle.

My boss knows how shitty they treat their horses but they are here for over a decade so it's fine??? My boss is a fucking pushover. His wife and I are the only ones who challenge him. He does mean well but he is the worst people pleaser I have ever met.

[queerprayers]

hi beloved mutual. do (protestant) baptisms expire. i havent been to church regularly in about a decade but i was baptized as a child and continuously went my entire childhood & pre-teens. im presbyterian or was baptized one if that means anything

Beloved! Hello! 

I can very easily say no, it does not! You will always be someone who participated in the sacrament of baptism—whether or not it was your decision, and whatever your opinion of that event. There are people who choose to renounce their baptisms or consider them unimportant, of course, and you're free to do that, but Christianity would say that you can never be un-baptized. Your church attendance, your beliefs, your actions—none of them affect that original act of baptism, where you were, as Lutherans say, marked with the cross of Christ forever. (Or, as I just learned the Presbyterian Book of Common Worship says, "grafted into Christ forever.") 

Your baptism is valid in both Catholic and Protestant churches—for instance, if you were to convert to Catholicism, you would not have to be baptized again. Probably Mormons wouldn't accept it, and I think evangelical-type churches will rebaptize if you've had some born-again moment, but generally you're set. 

This Presbyterian website has a great paragraph:

We believe baptism is a "seal" to make clear what God has already done . . . No ritual with human hands will change the mind of God, but this ritual signifies that this person – whether infant or adult – belongs to God, who has already claimed him or her. Baptism is a very important ritual for Presbyterians, bestowing a life-long identity on the believer (BUT – an identity that they can choose or not choose) . . . We baptize infants to show that God reaches toward us in love, before we have any ability to choose, to behave well, or to become loveable.

Your baptism was an act of public worship, uniting you with the Church. Your family promised to educate you in religion and support your continued faith. (Whether they kept those vows is another story.) As adults, those of us who were baptized young have the job of deciding what to do with this ritual we were given. Confirmation and Reaffirmation are both liturgies of further participating in the ritual, whereas leaving religion or converting would be a rejection of it. 

Baptisms don't expire because your whole life is a continuation of that relationship—whether with it or against it. If you're asking because you're thinking about going to church again, I hope this brings you comfort. If you're asking because you're hoping you've gotten away from it… sorry? Running away from the Church is doable, and you're welcome to it, but running away from God isn't something I can help you with. Each step you take is inside Love. In baptism God claims us—or rather, we, our families, and/or our communities usher in God's claim. 

Baptism doesn't expire because to some extent it never began—it was your submersion into the current of God. God's living water does not falter; Their well never runs dry. Whether or not you attend church can make a big difference in your life and the lives of others, but it has no say in God's already-made promise. If your faith has evaporated, know that the next step is to form a cloud to return to the earth. If you are waiting at the riverbank, wondering if you still know how to swim, know that you were swimming in Love before you had the "ability to . . . become lovable." Baptism doesn't expire because unlike Achilles, none of you has been left untouched. You were baptized into death with Christ, and therefore into life with him. You were baptized in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit—in the name of the ever-moving relations of God, the sourceless and endless river. 

So: remember your baptism. Perhaps not literally, but remember the gift that it is, and who it was that claimed you. Whatever your relationship with it, your acceptance/rejection/desire/anger, it is there, flowing, unexpiring. 

<3 Johanna

[maximumqueer]

Chapter 1115 Spoilers

Okay. So. That was a lot. Let's start with the lighthearted stuff first:

Never in a million years did I think we would see Demaro Black again, let alone dressed up as Kid, trying to pull off the same scheme he did with the Strawhats. It had me cackling. Man has one (1) trick and he's sticking to it.

Honestly just jumping around from place to place and seeing all the characters react to Vegapunk's message was very enjoyable. It's such a nice touch and helps to make the world feel large and lived in, and that the characters populating it (even if they aren't all the involved in the current arc) feel important.

Now to the more serious stuff:

The current One Piece world being built on the remnants of an ancient, advanced civilization that sunk into the ocean is such a good reveal. I thought (and hoped) this would be the direction we would be going in when we first learned that the world was sinking, so I am very happy with this.

Oda has done such an good job executing this plot twist, and honestly, genre change. We went from an adventure fantasy to a post-apocalyptic scfi. And normally I'm not a big fan of these types of plot twist genre changes. They have a tendency to hand wave away any interesting magic systems with (in my opinion) the boring and kinda lazy reveal that it was just super-advanced tech all along, and that the characters were simply too ignorant to realize it.

Why I think this works so well in One Piece, and doesn't fall flat as a plot twist, is because Oda had both advanced tech AND magic (in the form of haki and devil fruits) exist in his world for a while before this reveal, allowing for the possibility of even more advanced tech down the line (whether in the form of further innovation or the reveal of highly advanced ancient tech). As such there is no need to even consider rewriting the existing power systems to be a product of the ancient tech introduced, as they have already been established as separate entities from the tech we've previously seen.

And when there is a blurring of the lines between the two, like with the creation of the Smiles, they are distinct from devil fruits and do not remotely work in the same way. The only example of an artificially created devil fruit we have is Momo's, and even then we have no idea if it will behave in the same way as the natural fruits (if it will respawn after his death, if it has a will like Zoans are supposed to have etc.)

Anyways this has kinda gotten off topic, but absolutely incredible chapter (as always). Can't wait to see where this goes!

[lemon-russ]

Hozier has invaded my brain and compelled my worms to write more angst, but now it has a complete storyline set out at least :,) I will return to lighter things next, keep it balanced a little.

Thanks @squishyowl for the dividers! Taglist: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye

Letting People Down Is My Thing (Ch.2)

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Song: West Coast Smoker -Fall Out Boy

Cato x Fem OC

CW: Drugs, Alcohol, Alcoholism, PTSD/ Trauma, General dourness (will have others as it goes please check CW every time!)

Summary: Wren gets a job. She does not want it but it's hard to refuse a primarch.

Word count: 2,198

“So… Captain Vaille,” Guilliman said from behind a desk he comendeered for the meeting.

She cleared her throat. “I'm not a Captain anymore, sir. Retired.”

Guilliman knit his brow and nodded. “Right. Ms. Vaille, Cato tells me your time in the guard was pretty decorated? And you were able to talk down some lords?” he continued.

She smiled nervously, “yeah, A couple of times. But those were more about, intimidation, I think. and being on planets not very resistant to the Imperium.” She said as she fidgeted her feet. She was suddenly self conscious about her looks, thinking of how Cato said he looks out of place in nice clothes now.

Guilliman nodded a bit. “You've been out of service for a while. Do you feel you are still capable of these duties? There may be combat.” He said seriously.

She frowned. “I suppose? I can talk to them, and probably can still handle a fight.”

Guilliman sat back in his chair, hands folded as he thought. “Captain Sicarius shared the reports of your career. I was impressed. And to be honest, we are running out of options. The Impirum is on my back about wrapping this up.” He sighed and looked at Cato. “Captain Sicarius, do you still endorse Ms. Vaille to lead this?”

Cato hesitated, looking at Wren a long moment. She frowned a bit as his gaze bore into her.

“…Yes. Yes, I still believe Ms. Vaille is a capable Captain, given the opportunity.” He said at last.

She tried not to grimace. She was hoping he'd change his mind and send her home, but it seemed he still wanted to cause her some amount of trouble.

Guilliman nodded. “That's all I need. I will give you some Guardsman to bring along, and Captain Sicarius will join you with the second company. I'll leave the details to you both. Attempt a peaceful resolution, but do not leave without the planets under out control.” He said, turning back to his paperwork.

“Of course, Lord Guilliman.” Cato nodded, turning on his heel and leaving without a glance to Wren. She took a second to process but scrambled after him.

In the hall, she jogged to catch up to him. He kept his gaze ahead. “We leave in 6 hours. I expect you to behave like the respectable Captain Guilliman Thinks you are.”

She furrowed her brow. “Why did you agree if you don’t think I can behave?”

“Because I think you can. I’ll just be making sure of it.” He said, glancing down at her with a small frown. “Three years is a long time for mortals, but I should hope not so long that you completely obliterated the Captain Vaille I knew. She’s in there, and I need her to get off her drunken ass and do her job.”

Wren snapped her mouth shut, staring ahead at the floor tiles instead. Cato kept his gaze on her. “Well? Can I count on Captain Vaille? Or should I expect I’ll be wrangling Wren, the hivecity wreck?” He said in a low voice.

She pressed her mouth into a line, not looking back up at him. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get this stupid thing you dragged me into done, and I won’t embarrass you like I always have.” She mumbled bitterly.

Cato looked surprised a little at her dig, then scowled. “Yet here you are, trying to start fights. Leave our past where it belongs. Work with me as a professional and we’ll be done a lot sooner.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one calling me a wreck.” She grumbled.

“Yes, because thats what you are, currently.” He retorted, turning his gaze back to the corridor. “I haven’t said a thing about our relationship beyond work. Try and return the Courtesy, Captain.” He said with an edge in his tone.

She huffed. “I will try, Captain.” She said in a mirrored annoyance.

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Wren met with her lended retinue of Guardsmen and outlined them on their situation and her plans. After she dismissed them to go prepare for the journey, she noticed a couple sitting on crates at the back of the hangar, chatting and sneaking sips out of concealed bottles.

Her hand slipped into her coat to find her flask, then she swore when she remembered Cato had tossed it. She bit her lip, hesitating, then headed towards the Guardsmen. The men looked up and went pale, hiding their bottles when she approached.

“Ah- Captain. Can we help you?” The younger of the pair said with a casual smile.

She darted her eyes to and from the bottles, raising a brow at him. He frowned, shifting uncomfortably.

“Have the rules on alcohol changed since I was last on duty?” She asked, giving him an admonishing look.

The young man swallowed hard. “N-No, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.” He said, his friend shrinking back nervously.

She nodded, and held out her hand. “I’m not a hardass, but you’re not subtle. Don’t let me catch you like this again.” She scolded as they nervously handed her the bottles.

“Of course, Ma’am, I-It won’t happen again.” The older stuttered as they both stood and saluted. She nodded her head sharply to the barracks and they scrambled off to get ready.

Wren smirked to herself, looking around to check the coast was clear before taking a sip of the amasec herself. “Amatures.” She chuckled as she pulled an empty flask from her coat and filled it. She was glad Cato only grabbed the full one, annoying as it was to have half the capacity. But she knew she could always shakedown rookies to fill them at least. Some things never change in the guard.

She finished off what in the bottles didn’t fit in the flask and tossed them into a shoot, then headed off to the thunderhawk that would bring them to the ship. The amasec took some of her anxious edge off about the flight, but it was still there. She watched as the Guardsmen packed their things and settled in for the short flight, her stomach twisting a bit at the impending flight. Two flights in one day was a lot, she was still rattled from the first.

Wren sighed and lit a lho-stick from her coat, one of the few things they were allowed to indulge in.

“Ready to go, Captain.” The pilot reported, snapping her out of zoning out. She nodded, picking up her pack and joining her men in the thunderhawk. She sat and strapped in tight, closing her eyes and focusing on breathing. She drew some looks from the men but didn’t care. She focused on thinking she was anywhere else as the ship lifted off.

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The thunderhawk ported in the cruiser they were given for the assignment. As soon as the ramp lowered and doors opened, Wren bolted off it and found the nearest trash receptacle to vomit into. The Guardsmen and serfs gave her looks as they got off, and she shot a scowl at the ones who met her eyes, making them startle and have the decency to look embarrassed, scurrying off to their quarters.

She lit another lho-stick with shaking hands and took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She straightened herself up and set off to wash her face and mouth before reconvening with Cato.

“You somehow look more like shit.” He said dryly when she found him again on the bridge. She scowled, knowing she was still pale and rattled, but he didn’t have to point it out.

“Rough flight.” She snapped quietly. Cato’s expression softened a bit and he looked away and back at the scurrying workers of the bridge.

“Ah. Right.” He mumbled awkwardly. “Is everything settled? How long until we can warp?” He asks the ships Captain quickly.

The Captain rolled her eyes at him. “I will let you know, Captain Sicarius. We have calculations to make still.”

Cato huffed, heading off the bridge. “Tell me when you finish, I’d like to be done with this whole thing.” He called back in annoyance as he left through the giant doors.

The Ship Captain, Captain Brealian, watched him go tiredly. “He’s always so impatient.” She chuckled to Wren.

Wren looked up from her vacant staring a little surprised at the casualness. She chuckled a little. “He does have a reputation for that.” She added.

Brealian smiled, “The more you work with him, the more you see he’s really just a petulant child under all the glory and honors and rank.” She said with another small chuckle.

Wren quirked a brow. “Oh? You, uh, work together a lot…?” She said, trying to sound casual. She didn’t love the strange feeling clawing in her belly at the Ship Captains casual attitude towards Cato. Not that it was any of her business- or that she cared for that matter. He could do what he wants. Emperor knows she had partners after him…

“Oh, all the time.” Brealian laughed lightly, and Wren’s stomach squeezed. “He’s constantly running around, so we’re on a pseudo retainer for the second company. We work with others still but we are usually with the Second.” She says with a smile.

Wren gave a tight smile. “You must get sick of dealing with Cat-” she cleared her throat, “-Captain Sicarius, then. He uh, seems like a real pain in the ass.” She forced a chuckle.

Brealian full laughed at that, “Oh, he is a huge pain in the ass. But, he’s not so bad. I think he’s a bit of a softie deep down, just doesn’t know how to handle himself.” She said with a chuckled and fond smile.

Wren was glad she threw up already because her stomach definitely was thinking she should try again. She swallowed and chuckled back. “Oh, yeah, probably…” she said, glancing at the chronometer on the wall. “Oh- Throne, I gotta get back to it- Good to meet you, Captain Brealian-” she said quickly.

“Please, Call me Tressa.” Brealian said sweetly, holding a hand out.

Wren forced a smile and shook her hand. “Wren.”

Brealian Smiled wide. “A pleasure, Wren. I’ll let you be off then.” She said kindly, and Wren smiled back before scurrying off the bridge.

Why does she have to be nice? Wren groaned internally. No, no, she was overreacting, there was no reason to think anything was going on between Brealian and Cato anyways. And she shouldn’t care in the first place. Of course Cato would go meet new people- it’d been three years. She’d had a revolving door of partners in that time.

She frowned and caught her breath for a minute, leaning against the metal panels of the corridor walls. It wasn’t the same, though, she thought. All of her partners were shallow distractions. Not frequent co-workers who say sweet things about her to strangers. She grimaced and felt her stomach lurch again.

Fuck. She took a quick sip of her flask and tried to breathe slowly. This whole thing was a shitshow. She’d gotten over Cato years ago, but then he had to force her to come play diplomat for him and now all the old aches were boiling up again. Did he enjoy torturing her? Maybe that was his grand sadistic plan, watch her squirm and have to make small talk with Sweet, put together Tressa. She groaned and took a longer drink from her flask.

“Didn’t I specifically ask you to behave? where did you get that anyways.” Cato’s voice snapped her from her wallowing. She scrambled up off the wall, hiding her flask and steeling her expression.

“Where did you come from?” She snapped awkwardly. A flimsy attempt to divert the topic and Cato did not take the bait. He glowered at her.

“Didn’t I toss that? Oh throne- did you have two? Or are you smuggling a whole bar in there?” He said, grimacing in annoyance.

She scowled up at him, trying to will the color from her cheeks. “Can you leave me be for ten minutes? You know every Guardsman on this ship has amasec on them.” She grumbled, pulling her flask back for another drink just to bother him this time.

Bother him it did, and he looked at her in disgust. “Seriously, Wren? How bad is this? You can’t handle a half a day?”

She huffed. “Don’t call me Wren. We’re not on a first name basis anymore.” She grumbled, eyes dropping to the floor.

He furrowed his brow an gave a tight frown. “Stop trying to change the subject.”

“Stop thinking you get a say in how I live my life.” She retorted, pushing past him and continuing down the hall.

He groaned. “You can't avoid this forever, Captain Vaille.” He called after her tiredly.

She flipped him off behind her as she turned the corner to find her quarters.

[zoloteh-volossya]

On Ferdinand

[This was first posted to reddit about two years ago. I have a tumblr now, so I figured that I might as well cross post it. I haven't really seen anyone discuss this that I am aware of, so perhaps I can add something new to the FE3H discussion even after all these years.]

So, I've had some thoughts percolating for a while on Ferdinand and his most common fandom portrayals. I feel like there are a number of little inconsistencies in how I see him discussed that are worth exploring, and I'd like to to try and get a little deeper into the meat of who Ferdinand is and what his position entails in the world of Fodlan.

Ferdinand's Worldview

One thing that underlies a lot of my understanding of Ferdinand is that he recognizes that he, and the nobility in general, are raised with more power and resources than everyone else. However, rather than realize that this is a problem, as Edelgard does, his initial instinct is to justify it. This is the "just world fallacy" - the nobility must be better off because they are better, because they were raised to be suited for this role. It results in him clinging tightly to the concept of "nobility" as an aspiration. What goes unspoken is that in him mind, they need to behave this way to deserve their positions and privilege. Of course, this is concept demonstrably untrue (with his own father, to boot, as he is well aware), which is why he needs to "No True Scotsman" the nobility, disliking "nobles who are not noble" and attempting to urge the noble heirs around him to live up to the standards he has set for their behavior in his mind. (In his Hopes Leonie support, he "No True Scotsmans" literally every other noble.)

This will be relevant to my next two points.

Ferdinand's "Advice"

First of all, the fandom's standard understanding of the Ferdinand-Hubert C support is that it clarifies Ferdinand's actual ambitions. He may seem like he's trying to upstage Edelgard, but all he really wants to do is prove himself worthy to advise her! However, one piece of evidence sits uneasy with this understanding: Ferdinand's pre-timeskip advice box.

There are many citizens of the Empire who are currently in despair. I think it is time for a change in leadership. Perhaps someone new should ascend the throne? You would do well as a ruler, Ferdinand.

This is not the answer of a man who just wants to support Edelgard. It is, quite frankly, seditious. But I do think it is consistent with both Ferdinand's demeanor pre-timeskip and his Hubert C support. If you take a look at the current Adrestian political situation, after the Insurrection of the Seven Duke Aegir is currently the effective ruler of Adrestia, but he has not seized the throne. He still serves as Prime Minister, and his official job function is to "advise" the Emperor. It's just that Emperor Ionius has no choice in whether to follow this advice or not. There's no way Ferdinand is unaware of the current situation, he's the one to explain the Imperial nobility to Byleth.

Now, this puts Ferdinand's dedication to "advising" Edelgard in a very different light - and also recontexutalizes the Hubert C support. Hubert is a descendant of an Insurrectionist, and Marquis Vestra is currently one of the people pulling Ionius's strings. For Hubert to be following Edelgard subserviently must seem ridiculous to Ferdinand. Hubert's accusation of "sedition" and vicious insults of Ferdinand also make sense - to him, this is the heir of an Insurrectionist glorying in trying to maintain the status quo of the Insurrection. Of course he loathes Ferdinand.

Ferdinand's drive to one-up Edelgard seems a bit silly and anime-rival-like if he merely wishes to support her. However, if "advising" is not support but control, like the situation he would reasonably be expecting to inherit, then proving himself Edelgard's superior is vital to his self conception of the world. Upon graduation, he expects to be handed Edelgard's reigns. To maintain the self conception of nobility that I described above, he needs to prove to himself (and to the world, in his eyes) that he deserves this power over her, that he is worthy of it. He has every reason to expect, as per the advice box question, that he will be the actual de-facto ruler of Adrestia eventually, and I see no evidence that he intends to change this situation before Edelgard changes it for him (per his Goddess tower conversation, he does intend to take down his father, but this does not mean he intends to give up the power his father took - he mentions that he will need to "guide the Empire's subjects" in that selfsame convo).

This means that a SS/VW/AM Ferdinand thematically follow his father. He disagrees with Edelgard's actions, so he kills her, thus finishing the job his father started and completing the Insurrection. He will likely be the most powerful person in the former Adrestian territories for his troubles. Mission accomplished (hollow as he feels about it).

This isn't me attempting to argue that "Ferdinand bad." One of Ferdinand's most consistent character traits is his growth from his C-supports, and in CF he comes to realize that he does best in a supporting role (relevant to this, see his Byleth A support, which is all about him coming to terms with not being the most important/recorded in the history books, but playing a supporting role and improving the world anyway). But I don't think that he's this cinnamon roll golden retriever puppy that we kind of like to talk about him as. His actions pre-timeskip align with a man who is trying to prove to himself and the world that it is his right to usurp Edelgard's power and effectively rule in her stead.

Ferdinand's Ignorance

Now, one thing has consistently bothered me about the Edelgard-Ferdinand A support. Don't get me wrong, a lot of it is great! The suggestion of an education system for the general populace is downright revolutionary. But what bothers me is this line:

Ferdinand: From birth, nobles must excel. If we do not, we will be forced out of our houses. This environment breeds superior individuals, and they, in turn, recreate the rigorous environment for their own children. Without that cycle, there would be no political elite guiding the world towards prosperity.

This is a lie. This is just blatantly false. This does not happen. It is clearly a part of Ferdinand's justification for his own privilege that I discussed above. But he still believes it. Five years into a war against the nobility, five years at Edelgard's side, and he still believes this self-serving falsehood about the nature of the nobility. In CF, it doesn't really matter. The old ways are going down in flames, and in this very support he suggests an excellent step forward into the new world. But this support does have implications for him in the other routes, for his judgement and ability to accurately assess the world in front of him and not his fantasy projections onto it. His Hopes Leonie support reveals a similar complete disconnect on his part from how he views nobility and how literally all other nobles operate.

This theme of Ferdinand's ideas about the nobility not aligning with reality is also reinforced in his B-support with Lorenz, where he flat out admits:

Ferdinand: "[...] we can benefit from crossing the threshold and learning more about regular folk. We scarcely understand the reality of their lives."

But his lack of knowledge does not apply solely to matters of commoners and nobility. In the Ferdinand-Lysithea paralogue in Houses, Lysithea has to explain the political situation of Hrym to Ferdinand. It's his own family's protectorate territory, yet he flat out admits that he knows nothing about it. (Yes, Ferdinand's father may not have talked about Hrym to him, but it's been five years and Ferdinand canonically has been investigating his father's misdeeds, you'd think a non-CF Ferdinand would care to look into it a little.) Lysithea, on the other hand, who would not be expecting to inherit that territory and is in fact from a completely different country altogether, knows about it. It's a bad look for an unrelated Alliance noble to be informing an Imperial noble of what has been happening in territories that his family is (at least nominally) overseeing.

All together, the picture painted is one of a profound ignorance of the world on Ferdinand's part.

This is mirrored by his many, many C-supports where he hurts someone completely unintentionally - out of ignorance. Now, in most of these support chains, Ferdinand is interacting either with social equals or with a songstress made of pure gumption, so they can and do call him on his ignorance and he learns a valuable lesson and grows as a person. Ferdinand is absolutely capable of growth, but mostly when the fault is pointed out to him. But, after the game, who will inform him of his ignorance when it comes to the reality of the world? The people under him? No, there's a power differential there. His peers? No, he's probably one of the most sensible and competent nobles (low bar as that is). Honestly, I don't think anyone will.

Anyway, that's my case for Manuela for Prime Minister.

[gigamuffin]

[The Villains] [Landlubbers] [Media links]

You may recognize the name Kaptein Sabeltann in some of my posts and may have wondered "Hey who is that totally sick and awesome pirate?" Well here's a (mostly objective and unbiased) introduction to our main crew!

Kaptein Sabeltann (Captain Sabertooth) himself is the most feared and revered pirate of the seven seas and the self-proclaimed king of the sea. He is known for his love of gold and the ability to literally smell it + the catchphrase of the show "Hiv o' Hoi". He is a stubborn, decisive pirate who expects everything to follow his way. There is a rumour that Kaptein Sabeltann has sailed the seven seas for a hundred years, but this is often dismissed as scared landlubber tales.

Kaptein Sabeltann sails onboard Den sorte dame (the dark lady) with his crew: Langemann, Pelle, Pysa, Benjamin, Skalken and a young cabin boy Pinky. They reside in a port called Abra Havn, hidden away on an island surrounded by fog and through a narrow passageway only Langemann knows how to get Den sorte dame through. This place is called “Det usynlige land" (the invisible land)

Den sorte dame (the dark lady). Fun fact her skull actually opens and closes it's mouth, and if you don't think that's cool you're not real. They sail her around for the show at night and in the daytime, she is free to ride in the park itself!

Let's talk about Kaptein Sabeltann's first mate and right-hand man: Langemann (Longfinger) (pictured on the left). He is Kaptein Sabeltann's most trusted man and helps keep the crew and sometimes the captain himself in check. He is the only other person with free access to Kaptein Sabeltann's castle. Langemann is known as "Sabeltann's shadow" because "Where Langemann is Kaptein Sabeltann is close by."

Langemann is very serious about his job and makes sure the usually incompetent crew actually does their duty. But off duty, he knows how to joke, flirt, sing and just be an average guy, which is something he uses to his advantage to spy on landlubbers (one of his main jobs is to fool them for information on treasures). Langemann is Pinky's father figure, and behaves very much like dad in general.

And this is Pinky (Tiny, pretend his english name isn’t real), he's technically our main protagonist and has the overarching plot of the show. Pinky was found on a shipwreck as a baby by Kaptein Sabeltann and his crew (but mostly by Langemann). He grew up in Abra Havn amongst pirates and dreamed of becoming the world's youngest pirate, which is something Kaptein Sabeltann scoffs at. Kaptein Sabeltann only sees Pinky as "the kid that Langemann picked up in that shipwreck" and doesn't take his wishes to become a "real pirate" seriously at all. Langemann on the other hand does try to encourage him to become a pirate someday. He is currently 11 years old in canon. After he realizes he doesn't want to be a pirate anymore he dreams of finding his biological dad, Morgan, instead. This is his overarching plot of the show.

Langemann used to be close friends with Pinky's biological dad Morgan and raises Pinky assuming Morgan is dead. Pinky lives at Langemann's house and often follows him around when he's in Abra Havn. Pinky looks up to both Langemann and Kaptein Sabeltann a lot growing up. Pinky is valued for his ability to read but other than that he is just a cabin boy in Kaptein Sabeltann's eyes.

Now we can move on to the other crew members.

Pelle and Pysa (Wally and Wimp) are twin brothers and huge mama's boys. They can't read, write or count, which is often the butt of some joke. Pelle (Wally) sees himself as the "older brother" of the two, despite being only a few minutes older. He is often very bossy and mean to his brother Pysa. Pysa (Wimp) as his name implies is more of a coward. Other than that they are very similar. They are the stereotypical stooges, comedic reliefs, and love food, especially their mother's cooking. They are always bickering and even have a whole song dedicated to just that.

This is Benjamin (no yeah he's Benjamin in english too we're blessed), he is lazy first and foremost, and boisterous. He usually tricks Pelle and Pysa into doing his job for him. Despite doing very little he often brags about being one of Kaptein Sabeltann's most famous and talented crew members. He often twists words or cracks jokes (often referencing things from modern day, aimed at the adults in the audience) that annoys Kaptein Sabeltann and the crew. He very much prioritizes fun and jokes over doing his job and being serious. If Pelle and Pysa are the physical comedy he is the verbal comedy. Benjamin also has the best eyesight of the crew and is often stationed at the crow's nest.

Finally there is Skalken (Tully, his name actually translates to crust)...... Skalken is the ship's cook, and just by looking at him you can guess he isn't very good at it. Skalken only cooks food that makes the rest of the crew squeamish. He is often on the hunt for rats and cockroaches to put in his "famous" rat soup. According to him, rats and cockroaches are nutritious meals and a necessity to pirates. Despite everyone verbally and physically hating his cooking he just laughs and goes on believing he is a first class gourmet chef. He is our gross-out humour guy. Skalken, like Benjamin, often makes jokes that go over kids' heads, only Skalken has the ability to break the 4th wall.

And that's the main crew of Den sorte dame! I plan on writing another post for the villains, the side characters and the shows themselves in the near future. I will also have a short post with links to some of the media up soon. See you then!

[sw2-serials]

Mrs. Harris and My Embarrassment

@anne-hairbrush wrote:

“Don’t be ashamed, honey,” Mrs. Harris tells me as she lowered my panties, “I’ve already spanked a lot of girls and seen lots of girl’s bare buttocks. Believe me, once I start using the hairbrush on your bare buns, embarrassment will be the last thing you’ll worry about.”

***

I’ve been ashamed about a lot of things… I’ve had a secret crush on Mrs. Harris for a long time.  I’ve known she was the vice-principal at that all-girl religious school and was in charge of discipline and that, for some reason, made her even more attractive (not that she needed any help!).  I’ve had crazy thoughts about her… a lot of them, mostly in bed (in my bed, I mean, though, um, yes, a lot of those thoughts had us in a bed together somewhere…).  Some (kinda a lot) about her spanking me!

Currently I’m ashamed of my behavior… I’ve been seeking her approval and trying to behave differently… but it’s been a BIG change to make… and lately… well, I haven’t been.  She’s really disappointed in me… why did I even tell her?  She never would have found out… though if she ever thought I was lying to her… she’d be more disappointed (and me more ashamed) than ever.

And maybe, just maybe, I don’t know… maybe I told her because I want her to spank me… she’d mentioned that she’d ‘had to’, often, at the school.  I said ‘they must’ve hated it’ and she said, ‘Yes, it was my job to see that they did’.  She’s really, really disappointed… I’m afraid she’ll want me to leave and not come back… but she just starts asking why I did this and why I didn’t do that… and telling me I’m ‘better than that’ and says “You know that, don’t you, Lauren?” and boy, if I wasn’t ashamed before…

Instead of yelling or something she tells me how much ‘potential’ I have and what a ‘shame’ (see?) it would be to waste it… talks about the life I ‘could have’…

“You sound like you want to spank me,” I say, sort of defensively, feeling like I’m going to cry (how embarrassing!).  I don’t even know if she does or if I just want to say that after thinking about it so much or even want to hear her say that she’s not going to.  Then I’m ashamed for having said that!  But I just hold my breath… will she think I’m criticizing her?  She’s being way nicer than she has to be, it’s just her tone that’s so… that has me so ashamed.

“Maybe I should,” she says and I can’t breathe.  I don’t know if I want this or not but I know it’s shameful if I do… and, I guess, meant to make me ashamed of my behavior if I dodn’t… or maybe both…

BUT… I’m feeling something else besides shame… and butterflies… and a need to pee… a buzz, deep inside, a shameful buzzing…

“Maybe you should…” is all I can say, and very quietly at that.

But she hears me.

“You won’t like it,” she reminds me, as if she has to.

“I know, but…” I start.

“But?”

“I don’t want to keep acting this way, either,” I tell her. 

And she laughs.

“You’ve acted this way a long time, Lauren.  One spanking isn’t going to magically change everything,” she says.

“So you mean I need…”  I don’t think I can say it, or even think it.  It’s so embarrassing!  But she doesn’t say anything either.  ���More than one,” I say at last.

“Let’s start with one and see how it goes,” she suggests, and suddenly I know I will  be spanked.  “Who knows, I could be wrong,” she adds.

“Prolly not,” I admit, mumbling.  But she understands that, too.

“Do I have to…” I ask, pointing to my pants.

“Yes, I’m afraid you do, honey.  That’s how we do things.  But just your pants, for now.”

For now.  For now.  Her words echo in my head as I fumble around, lowering my pants but keeping my panties in place.  Somehow, bending over her lap seems the most natural thing in the world.

I can feel her thigh beneath my tummy, and the other beneath my hips.

“Mrs. Harris?  I’m sorry,” I say as she rubs my pantied bottom.  It feels nice.  Another nice, insistent feeling gets stronger as well and my face burns.

“Tell me what you’re sorry for, Lauren.”  I notice that she’s using my name a lot today.

“I’m sorry that you have to spank me,” I tell her.  It’s embarrassing to need help acting right.

“Oh, Lauren!  Don’t feel bad about that!  You should be you’re sorry for how you behaved,” she replies.  “I know that this seems like a strange way to help you, but that’s really what I’m doing, or trying to.  Trying to help you.”

“Thank you,” I squeak.

“And you’re welcome to it.  You’re always welcome to my help.”

Do you mean spankings? I think.  But I know she means any sort of help, that’s what she’s been giving me all along.

“So what are you sorry for?” she asks.

“For disappointing you,” I answer honestly.

“That’s sweet, but that’s not the answer either.  So let’s do this.  I’m going to spank you because of the way you acted, the things you did and didn’t do, and you think about them and see if you can think of why they were the wrong way for a good girl like you to act.  And when you start being sorry that you have to be getting this spanking - and you will - try to remember that it’s not because you disappointed me, it’s because of those things you did.”

“Or didn’t do,” I sort of moan.

“Exactly.  I think you’re on the right track." smack!

The first smack catches me by surprise and I yelp even though it didn’t hurt and Mrs. Harris ignores it, smacking again several times.  I kind of jump but it’s really not bad so she smacks a lot harder.  “You want to be good, don’t you, Lauren?”

“Yes,” I promise, trying not to yelp anymore, embarrassed to complain about a spanking I deserve that doesn’t even hurt.

“I thought so,” Mrs. Harris says approvingly, but still spanks me.

There’s something I’m supposed to be thinking that I’m not doing a very good job of… bad behavior.  Some of the swats are solid but not quite hard enough and they make me tingle more than hurt.  The stuff I did, staying out late, not calling, hanging out with friends that will get me in trouble if I do it too much, ignoring my mom when she said I shouldn’t be doing that… they were just ‘don’t care’ kind of things, easy to stop, really… my mind is more on the rhythm of Mrs. Harris’s spanks, the way she has me sort of rocking, the way she has me feeling… I know it’s not right and wondering if she knows makes me blush with shame…

but then…

She stops but I know she’s not done.  She said that the girls ‘didn’t like it’ and that I wouldn’t either and I know she knows that, well, that that’s just not true…

Then she starts to lower my panties down off my bottom, and everything.

“Please don’t,” I whine, “It’s too embarrassing!”  What good are my panties going to do me, anyway?

“Don’t be ashamed, honey,” Mrs. Harris tells me as she lowered my panties, “I’ve already spanked a lot of girls and seen lots of girl’s bare buttocks. Believe me, once I start using the hairbrush on your bare buns, embarrassment will be the last thing you’ll worry about.”

I have so many thoughts at once.  Yes, but is that all you’ll see?  The hairbrush?  That’s meant to hurt, and it will, I know it.  Is this better or worse than getting a spanking that doesn’t hurt?  My bottom’s hot, but parts of me are hotter… will I cry?  Is that good, is that what she wants, or will she stop?  Will it make her feel bad?  Smack!

“Ow!” Again I’m surprised when she smacks me.  Smack smack smack smackety SMACK!  “Ow!”

“That’s better,” Mrs. Harris says as she settles into some sort of pattern.  Her spanks are a lot harder.  “This is how we learn…” she says idly while she spanks, like to a child.  “These will help you think about being better…”  Actually that’s a nice thought and after the shock of the first few I’m managing these pretty well, too.  I mean, they’re not the hairbrush and my bottom is definitely heating up, but I’m still getting some that make me quiver… oh God, I think again, what if she can tell…

“Are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking!  I’m thinking!” I lie.

As if reading my mind she asks, “Are you thinking as you should?”  Just then she gives me a bunch of hard smacks that save me from having to lie.  I hide my head in shame, which just makes my butt stick up.  I get a big bunch more.  I mean a really big bunch.

But then she’s done.

“Up you get, hon,” she chirps.

“Wha…?” I ask.

“Up,” she tells me with a tiny smack.  “Gotta go get the hairbrush.”

“Oh…” I say, not moving immediately.  I don’t want to expose myself to her, and not just due to everyday modesty.  Just in case, I mean.  I back up, knees and hips bent, until my bottom is way out of reach, hands still on the couch, giving her just enough room to get up, which she does.  I’m still like that when she returns.

With the hairbrush.  That’s meant to hurt.

Soon as she sits I scramble back across her lap.  “Mrs. Harris?” I ask.

“Yes, Lauren?”  My bottom is bare and she’s holding the hairbrush, she could start any moment.

“Will I cry?”

“You might.  You probably will, I’m afraid.  It does hurt - and you feel badly about what you’ve done, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Real bad,” I promise.

“Well, then, yes, you’ll probably cry.”

“ ‘k,” I tell her, “but… just…” I stop for some reason.  I guess once I say this, I’ll be getting spanked for real, maybe that’s it.  “Don’t feel bad, ‘k?”

“Oh, Lauren,” she says and I know she’s raising the hairbrush, despite having buried my head again.  “That’s really sweet.  I will feel a little bad, of course, but that doesn’t mean I can stop before I’m done - it’s really for the best, you know.”

“I know,” I say, “I’m sorry.”

“Of course you are.  You’re such a sweet girl, honey - that’s why it’s so important that we help you be good…”

Then about a hundred smacks of the hairbrush land on my butt, every set harder than the last.  First it’s pain mixed with excitement, embarrassment, and being sort of turned on.  Then, just like she predicted, I forget about the excitement and embarrassment and it’s hard to feel the turned-on part through the pain, though it’s still there.

And I cry.

I cry buckets.  I try not to let Mrs. Harris know at first, though maybe she does anyway and pretty soon I can’t hide it and then I’m not hiding my face I’m arching my back and howling.  And she says things like “That’s a good girl, let it all out” and “There we go, you’ll be so good!” and other stuff I don’t remember until she decides we’re done.

For real this time.

Then she lets me lie there and just cry and feel how hot and sore my backside is and how sorry I am and how good I want to be except she keeps me from rubbing my butt even though I really want to.

“Are you going to be good now?” she asks.

“I will, I will, I promise,” I tell her, still sniffling.

“That’s good.  Then maybe we did some good today.  I’m glad.”

“Mrs. Harris?”

“Yes, Lauren?”

“When I’m not…” I try to ask, already wondering what I want but really thinking that I already know.

“What do you think, Lauren?”

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the story continues in: Mrs. Harris's Concern .

[crybabycinna]

She’s our baby + Pretty Dress

Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader

Summary: I mixed two short chapters together both revolve around sweet baby Miyuki

When Lin came home I remembered that I forgot to tell Lin about her sister. “Hey baby your sister called earlier I forgot to mention that.” I said. “What did she want?” Lin asked. “She wanted us to come visit again.” I said. Lin made a face. “Oh come on. It wasn’t that bad the last time we went.” I said. “It wasn’t that bad the last time we went?” Lin asked. “It could have been worse.” I said. “You made me go all the way there to get you cause you were acting like a brat.” Lin said. “I was acting like a brat cause you were pissing me off.” I said.

“I was pissing you off?” Lin asked. “Yes you were doing too much and you know it.” I said. Lin rolled her eyes. “Don’t do that. You were being so rude and not communicating with me to make sense of everything.” I said. “I told you that communication isn’t my thing.” Lin snapped. “Don’t get snappy with me.” I told her. She sighed. “I understand that communication is hard. I never said it was easy but I’m here to listen to you and understand your feelings.” I said. Lin nodded. “I know this is hard for you and I don’t expect you to be good at this overnight but work with me and take baby steps with me.” I told her.

“I’ll try honey.” Lin said and held my hand. “That’s all I ask of you.” I told Lin. “When does she want us to come by?” Lin asked. “Next next week.” I said. “Hmm I think we can I have to check my schedule.” Lin said. I nodded. Miyuki meowed. “Oh you’ll love meeting your aunty Su and the rest of your cousins since you already met Opal.” I said. Miyuki meowed. “You’ll have such a good time and I can buy you more ribbons before we go on our trip.” I said with a big smile on my face. She walked over to me and nuzzled into me and I picked her up. “We are going to look so pretty.” I told Miyuki.

“You really love this cat.” Lin said. “You act like you don’t love her too.” I said. “I do, it's just interesting.” Lin said. “We aren’t having babies so this is our baby.” I said. Miyuki meowed. “Our spoiled baby.” Lin said. “She’s very spoiled but she’s a good girl.” I said. “Just like you.” Lin said. “Yes, just like her mommy, now what are we eating for dinner?” I asked. “I’ll figure it out, don't worry.” Lin said. I nodded then went to sit on the couch with Miyuki. We listened to the radio and played with her cat toys. I looked over at Lin while she was cooking and I smiled.

The next morning Miyuki and I were currently ribbon shopping. I was looking for colors that would match my outfits. “Pick out something you like.” I told her. Miyuki picked a few of her own colors and I put them in our basket. I found a dress. “How comfortable are you wearing clothes?” I asked Miyuki. She walked over to the white dress with pink accents and a bow. “Do you like it?” I asked her. She meowed and tried to push it off the hook. I grabbed it for her. “Is this a yes?” I asked. Miyuki nodded. “Yay.” I said. I paid for the stuff then went home. I washed Miyuki’s new dress. “Well bring this when we go visit aunty Su.” I told her. She meowed. “I think I can probably make you more outfits if this dress works out.” I said. Once I was finished with that I started doing some of my own work from grandpa. I still have a job to do.

Once it was twelve thirty I got up and started making Lin’s lunch. As I was cooking I was still sorta working. I had to get a few things done. When I finished cooking I packed up then went to touch up my makeup. “You wanna come see daddy?” I asked. Miyuki hopped into her car tree. “Oh you wanna stay here in your tree?” I asked her. She meowed. “Ok well I’ll be back soon behave ok.” I said then kissed her head. I grabbed my bag then left the house. I went to drop off Lin’s food. When I arrived the same officer was there and I now wish I had brought Miyuki but she didn’t want to come. He glared at me and I just glared back then made my way to Lin’s office.

I knocked and waited for her to answer. “Come in.” Lin said and I opened the door. “Hi honey.” I said. “Hey babe.” Lin said. I closed the door then sat on the couch. “Where’s Miyuki?” Lin asked. “She didn’t want to come today. I think she was tired of walking.” I said. “Where did you two go today?” Lin asked. “Ribbon shopping.” I said. Lin nodded. “I bought her something special today but it’s a surprise.” I said. “I don’t get to know?” Lin asked as she came to sit next to me. “Nope, it's a surprise.” I said. “When do I get to see it?” Lin asked. “When we go visit Su.” I said. She nodded. “Now let’s eat.” I said and took the food out of my bag.

After eating we kissed goodbye and I met Mako downstairs. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded my head and he walked me home. When I opened the door to the apartment Miyuki came running. “Oh hello baby.” I said and picked her up. She nuzzled into me. “Did you miss me that much?” I asked her. She meowed. “I missed you too and say hi to Mako.” I told her. Miyuki looked at Mako then meowed. “Hey pretty girl.” Mako said and petted her head. “Thanks for walking me home.” I said. “No problem, see you two later.” Mako said then left. I locked the door behind him then took Miyuki to the bedroom and we had lots of cuddles since she missed me so much. “We are gonna surprise everyone with your dress at aunt's place. You can’t even show daddy ok.” I said.

Miyuki meowed. “I know you want daddy to see you in your new dress but it’s a surprise.” I told her. She meowed. “You’ll look so cute in your dress.” I said.