#but i feel like countries should just be called whatever their residents call it

[administer-distractions]

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[thebadgerclan]

Unaware

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: Some at the Sanctuary are unaware of who you are...

A/N: This is the “protective husband fluff” that I mentioned earlier, but I don’t have an exam next week, so I’m gonna write the other one to lol

I was thinking about how much I think Aleksander would hate people saying that his wife “belongs to him” and crap, so voila

Y/G/T is your Grisha type (Heartrender, Inferni, etc.) and Y/G/C is your Grisha color (red, blue, purple)

Life at the Sanctuary was…different than you were used to.  At the Little Palace, there was order; the Grisha had their duties and were kept busy by them, they had their ranks and they stuck to them.  But here, in this abandoned noble’s country estate, with no formal training, no Second Army duties to attend to, no children to teach, the Grisha were restless.  Restless, and some angry about what had happened to your people, angry that General Kirigan had taken so long to rescue some of them.

And there were Grisha being brought in every day, some that had never resided at the Little Palace, and therefore, had no idea who you were.  It didn’t help that when you’d fled the Little Palace, you’d been in your Y/G/C kefta rather than your black, making you appear as just another Y/G/T rather than the wife of the General.  There was one such Grisha, Androv, who hadn’t lived at the Palace, and had no idea who you were, that you tried impossibly hard to avoid, but to no avail.

You were in what had become the mess hall of the Sanctuary, several sheets of parchment spread before you.  Aleksander had asked you to compile a list of the Grisha who had been known residents of the Little Palace that had yet to arrive at the Sanctuary, in the hopes that a search party could be assembled.  But you’d barely scratched the surface when the roster you were referencing was swept from the table on a gust of wind.

“Hello beautiful,” Androv greeted, and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes.  “Androv,” you replied curtly, rising from your seat to retrieve your paper.  “Is there something I can do for you?”  The Squaller smirked, flicking his wrist and blowing the paper further away from you.  “You’ve been playing hard to get, haven’t you?  Pretending you don’t see me, acting like you don’t know what I want.”

Everyone in the mess hall had turned to watch; those who knew who you were with fear in their eyes, those who didn’t with concern and interest.  “I don’t know what you mean,” you said, stooping to reach for the roster.  Androv stepped closer to you, his body pressed to yours.  You shot upright, body going stiff, blood running cold.  “Get away from me,” you whispered, panic seeping in.

You knew you should shove him away, use your power to get him away from you, but fear had frozen you, stealing your ability to call your power.  Unseen, the nichevo’ya that followed you always slithered from the room, intent to alert its master to your distress.  Aleksander, who was in the room he’d claimed as his study, felt a knot form in his chest and abandoned his work, rushing through the corridors towards the pull he felt to you.

“And where would be the fun in that, darling?” Androv cooed, wrapping his arms around your middle.  You wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything, but you were petrified.  Tears streaked down your cheeks, and the Squaller laughed.  “So pretty when you cry,” he sneered.  A dreadful, cold, sickening feeling had filled Aleksander’s chest, and he broke into a run, needing to find you, to protect you from whatever was causing you such feelings.

“What are you doing?” Fruzsi, your husband’s new second, asked as she entered.  Androv turned to face her, but did not let you go.  “Oh relax,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “It’s just a bit of fun.”  The Tidemaker stepped closer, and while you didn’t quite like the woman, at least she was coming to your defense.  “She belongs to Kirigan!”  It was at that moment that Aleksander entered, and at the sight before him and Fruzsi’s words, his nichevo’ya writhed angrily.

“I will give you exactly ten seconds to unhand my wife and explain what gives you the right to attempt to force yourself on any woman,” your husband said, voice dangerous.  Androv shoved you to the ground, as if that would be any redemption, and you cried out.  Aleksander came to your side, offering you his hands and gently helping you to your feet.  “Aleksander, I… he…”  

“Shhh, it’s alright, my love,” you husband soothed, wrapping you in his arms.  His voice was calm and gentle, but his gaze was murderous.  The nichevo’ya skittered around you, but you knew that they were protecting you, that they could never hurt you.  “Do you care to explain yourself?” your husband asked.  “I didn’t know,” Androv stuttered.  “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

You felt Aleksanders anger spike, as well as saw it; his shadow monsters shrieked.  “Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear,” he said.  “To all of you.  Y/N does not belong to anyone.  She belongs to herself.  Yes, she is my wife, but she does not belong to me.”  Aleksander flicked his wrist, and an inky gash opened on Fruzsi’s cheek.  “Why?” she screamed, and your husband scoffed.  “What have I done?”

“You implied that Y/N is property.  That, Fruszi, was a warning.  As for you.”  Your husband pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered for you to look away as he unwound his arms from your body.  “Not only did I witness you forcing your attentions on one of my soldiers, I witnessed you forcing your attentions on my wife.  And I do not take such an offense lightly.”

With another flick of his wrist a nichevo’ya surged forth and attacked, tearing Androv’s head from his body, his face permanently etched into a scream.  Aleksander immediately took you back into his arms, holding you close.  “Let this be a lesson,” he said, addressing his Grisha.  “To those who would try to disrespect my wife, and to those who attempt to force themselves upon anyone else.”

Aleksander lifted you into his arms and carried you from the room, his nichevo’ya trailing obediently behind.  When you were back in your rooms, he gently sat on the bed, keeping you in his lap.  “My love, are you alright?” he asked, looking you over for any sign of injury.  “I’m so sorry, I should have known, I should have taken care of him before.”  “I’m alright,” you said, sniffling.  “Shaken, but alright.  He was really just irritating until…”

“That will never happen again,” your husband vowed.  “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry that you had to endure that.”  Aleksander pulled you close, and you let yourself drown in his embrace.  “You were there,” you whispered, kissing his collarbones, where your head rested.  “He didn’t hurt me, and you were there.”  Your husband squeezed his eyes shut, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, my Y/N,” he whispered, and you pressed your lips to his.  With your kiss, you felt some of the tension drain out of him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.  “I will do everything within my power to protect you.”  “I know you will, Aleksander,” you replied, kissing him again.  “I love you.”  In a perfect world, Aleksander would be at your side constantly, defending you from any and every threat.

 But this was not a perfect world: he was at war, his people were fractured, his resources were spread thin.  It simply wasn’t possible to protect you from everything, especially from the people he thought he could trust, the people he thought were on his side.  But what Aleksander could do, he would.  He would ensure his soldiers knew who you were; that you were to be respected and to be protected.  He would have his nichevo’ya follow you, to alert him to any imminent threat.  And while it wouldn’t protect you, he would love you–he would love you so fiercely and completely that you might just forget about the war raging on your doorstep.

[danaedanette]

About the political power of Rhys and the IC

When we think about it, being in Rhysand's IC means that they have less political powers than his opponents. Because firstly, the IC always agree with whatever Rhysand is saying, and if they don't, too bad, because he won't listen to them. And secondly, they don't even do anything of importance as a government/political body.

However, if we speak about a Illyrian Lord or Keir (and the CoN's residents he represents), then Rhys must negociate with them and absolutely can't be on their bad side, and so he allows them to abuse their position and their powers on those weakers than them, and to perpetuate harmful traditions.

Rhys is a bad ruler. He can only enforce his authority on people who already agree with him (or, if they don't agree, won't do anything about it). His opponents don't respect him (see the Illyrians who don't respect the clipping ban) and still, Rhys respects them more than his own friends.

(Hello Mor, how do you feel about regularly seeing your abusive father in Velaris' street because Rhys couldn't be respected as a ruler ? Are you feeling respected, powerful and like your place as the Night Court 3rd (4th if we count Feyre) is anything more than a pretty title than Rhys gave you just because ?)

I feel like Rhysand doesn't understand that being a High Lord means you have responsabilities. It doesn't mean that you can micromanage the lives of your close friends/family circle. It means that you have a country to rule. Like, one of the first decisions Rhys made as a High Lord (beside appointing his friends in his government, because that's exactly how a government should be formed) is to give the right to the CoN to rule themselves. NO ! Please for the love of god that's not how you should rule. No wonder they don't respect Rhysand and feel like he is intruding in their business everytime he goes there. Technically speaking, that's exactly what he is doing. Because he gave them the right to rule themselves. Urgh.

And for the Illyrians, does Rhys think that having a ban on wings clipping is going to be enough ? The real work is on changing mentalities. No wonder "change takes time" when you aren't doing anything to initiate the change. Especially when you don't do a thing to punish those who break the law.

I suspect all these people disrespecting and hating Rhysand has nothing to do with him being half-Illyrian, half-High Fae, nor with him being "feminist" or "progressive" ; and all about him being a lazy, arrogant ass who hasn't done a single day of ruling in his whole life.

Edit : I just noticed I called Keir and the Illyrian lords "opponents" rather than "subordinates". It was totally unconscious (? Is it the good word ? Not sure. I mean, it was not a deliberate decision from my part). But it's rather telling isn't it ? Rhys shouldn't have to negociate with them because they're his subordinates. For some unfathomable reason, he choses to accommodate them.

[reve-writes]

—fault line; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x reader | resident evil | 2,5k words. ʚ in which you and leon were both agents working for different countries, with a little bit of shared history. ʚ set in re4 but non canon compliant; reader is implied to be working for a foreign government but not specified which; reader and leon have a history of a physical relationship. ʚ a/n — this took me so long to write and im not too proud of it anyway. it sat in my drafts for probably two weeks-ish purely bc ive been watching atla and abandoning tumblr. enjoy reading anyway.

Nearly two years had passed, and you remained missing the warmth of his bed and the crinkle of his sheets. Nearly two years, and it was the first time you had seen him. Leon Kennedy stood in front of you, the set of his shoulders were stiff as he exhaled, eyes cold blues, studying you.

All around you was foreign: foreign land beneath your boots, foreign houses with stone buildings and weathered red roofs separated by rivers and mountains. Leon was the only reprieve—something familiar, bringing with him a false sense of security which you clung onto like a starved man.

"Can't you leave me alone?" Bitterness spilt out of his lips. Your eyes flit to look at anything else but him: the dried mud on your boots, the rundown docks beneath them, the opaque water of the lake.

"I did not come here for you." This was true, at least. You had set foot in the rural village for answers—not voluntarily, though. This was your livelihood.

"Of course not," he drawled. "You'd have to care first."

Enough time had passed for the dull throb in your chest to cease, but it was hammering down on all of your senses. You tried to reign your thoughts in to no avail. They galloped out of control, reminding you of the months—seven—leading up to Operation Javier.

At the time, Leon was early in his career as an agent. Lonely, easily taken by someone he had met on an outing once. You. He hadn't suspected that you could be a foreign intelligencer, tasked to unearth the secrets buried with the destruction of Raccoon City. Leon was supposed to be your impossible task—surely someone who survived that night and was made a special agent wouldn't be so trusting, his life so easily infiltrated.

You had underestimated his loneliness.

He hadn't handfed you the information you siphoned back to your handler, but he practically gave you free access. They had been gathered from eavesdropping his calls from the other room, going over his correspondences while he slept next to you. Until he was sent to South America and you followed, discreetly, of course.

This time, you overestimated your stealth.

He found you out, unravelling your motivations and deception, witnessed by the Amazon rainforest during that very mission. You had escaped before he could turn you in to be interrogated, not caring to find out what they would do to foreign spies, nor could you stand the look in his eyes.

The blues, formerly jewel-like, now fractured. You didn't take into account your own isolation, too, when you took this mission, because somewhere along the way, Leon had stopped being a mark. He had left a mark on you himself, in a way.

"I should go," you said, strangely self-conscious. It was an odd feeling; your presence being so unwanted.

"Why are you here?"

"Your president's daughter being taken was a point of interest, but I have my own reasons." A sample of whatever is infecting people here. Half-truths and lying by omission came naturally to you. You couldn't remember a time when they did not.

"I suggest you don't meddle," he said curtly and stalked off. You opened your mouth, wanting to say everything and nothing at once. Settling for the latter, you turned away from the docks.

Was he insane?

You weren't proud to say that you had been keeping an eye on Leon. Your days in the rural village had been isolating and left you parched for any semblance of companionship. He was either a mirage or an oasis, you hadn't decided which just yet.

After the gross-looking humongous lake monster was defeated, Leon had slumped and lain on his back. At first, you assumed he was merely catching his breath, but he stayed there, unmoving. He was out cold, floating in a strange lake with strange residents all around.

He would be fine, right? It wasn't as if your help would be welcome anyway, right?

You exhaled before paddling a smaller boat towards his, half cursing yourself. There was your handler's voice in your head, mocking you, asking if you were really attached to this American agent and what it was that was so special about him.

Ah, Viper. You aren't actually saving him, are you? Leave the American. Focus on the task at hand.

The boat rocked under you as you stepped over into his. Maybe you could both be the monster's meal together now. Maybe it wasn't actually dead. Maybe it had a bigger, more evil twin swimming underneath the murky surface. You placed two fingers onto his neck, by his Adam's apple and slumped back in relief when you found the pulse.

When he woke up, you were sitting on one side of the boat, knees tucked towards your chest, half asleep yourself. You had moved the boat closer to shore, where it floated near the rocky lakeside. You could've stepped off and left—should have, but something, most likely stupidity, compelled you to stay.

He was startled, understandably so, consciousness still barely registering what was happening.

"You've been out for two hours," you said nonchalantly. "You just... passed out."

"And you've been, what, just staring at me?" His biting sarcasm had returned, but something seemed off. He was staring at his hand as if it wasn't his, turning it this way and that way, flexing and clenching his fingers. His hair moved as he tilted his head, grazing his cheek.

"I don't need to stare, I know what you look like," you replied. "You're welcome for making sure you didn't die."

He scoffed. "You certainly have your motives. That's what you do, isn't it? Pretend to care for what's best for everyone. When in reality, they suit your agenda and yours only."

You wanted to smack him across the head.

"What could be my agenda, Kennedy? Huh? What use could I possibly have you for?"

"A lot, apparently." He shot you a glare. "Did they promote you after Operation Javier? You're welcome."

"They did," you admitted, something akin to shame filled your stomach, but you pressed on. The first ever sample of the T-virus that your country had was courtesy to you. It wasn't even part of your mission. Your original mission had been to dig up information on Leon Kennedy and whatever biological disaster his country found itself in. "I'm paid double what I'm used to. I'm practically a national hero to my colleagues."

"Do you want me to shake your hand?"

"No, Leon! I want you to—I want—" You trailed off, surprised at the emotional reaction you were having. You cleared your throat, schooling your expression. "It doesn't matter. For whatever it is worth, I am sorry. You didn't deserve that."

He stood up and stepped over the side of the boat, boots sinking in the water that reached all the way to his knees. "Like you said, it doesn't matter."

He walked a couple of steps before turning to look at you over his shoulder. "No offense, but I hope we never see each other again."

"I think you're infected."

You had gotten the jump on him. It somewhat amused you, despite the grim castle you were in and the grimmer news you delivered.

"But you already know that."

He looked at you as if you were a petulant child who would not leave him alone. "I had my suspicions."

You followed him down the maze-like halls. "The damsel-in-distress is infected as well, but you knew that, too."

"What do you want, ___?" He said your name like it was a curse. You only shrugged in return.

"Answers, mostly," you said. "Who's doing this and why. That is what I was sent to do."

"What do you want from me?"

The two of you were speaking in hushed tones, trying not to alert the many infected residents of the old castle. Leon looked irritated, taking big strides across the carpeted floor.

"I'm wondering the same thing."

Leon halted in his tracks at your wistful tone, watching you with the intensity of a man witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime comet. As if he was trying to take all of you in before you disappeared for good. You were oblivious to this, stuck in your own head, trying to answer the question he had asked.

Leon broke himself out of the spell. "I don't have time for this."

As soon as he said that, you heard the mumbling of hostiles, just around the corner. Without thinking twice, you pushed Leon into an unlocked door in the hallway, closing the door behind you. Leon let out a startled noise and you placed a hand over his mouth, pushing him back against the wall.

It was a tight fit.

Dark, as well.

The only illumination you had came from the dim hallway, through the slit under the door. Leon's gloved hands found their way to your waist where they squeezed, like it was something he had done countless times before—it was. Your free hand clutched his shoulder as the voices approached your hiding space, hearts pumping anxiously for a long while even after the steps started to recede.

You both let out relieved sighs.

One of his hands slid up your arm to gently remove the hand covering the bottom half of his face. You swallowed. The immediate danger had passed, but proximity to him carried another type of danger in itself.

He breathed out your name, the sound so familiar to your ears and it made you lean into his touch. This was familiar—all of it was familiar. The way your heart roared at the warmth of him, your skin burned at the slightest touch.

"I shouldn't be wanting to kiss you right now."

His chest rose with a sharp intake of breath. Softly, as if speaking anything above whispers might shatter the moment, he said, "No."

Yet his grip tightened and he pressed you closer towards him. His free hand found the side of your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone. You had already stopped thinking straight. Without being able to see him clearly, you leaned forward, feeling his breath over you.

"This is a bad idea." You tried being the voice of reason, even as your eyes fluttered close and his nose nudged yours.

"You tend to have a lot of those."

Even as he said that, you could feel his lips brushing against yours. Your hand found the nape of his neck, fingers slotting through his hair. Chest-to-chest, you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating as he could feel yours.

You cursed under your breath, before finally pressing your lips against his. He immediately responded by tracing his tongue across your lips impatiently and you opened your mouth, tasting him again. His kiss was bruising, all tongue and teeth and eagerness. He pushed you back until you hit the wall behind you.

Like a drunken man, he said, "I missed you."

"I know," you said, tugging at his hair. "I missed you, too."

He abruptly stopped, shrinking away from you as if you were a scalding thing, burning him. His hand felt around the door, before finding the handle and pushing the door open. He took a deep breath as light filtered back in through his vision.

"Leon—"

"You should go."

He shook his head, swiping his palm over his face as if chiding himself. You reached towards him, but decided against it last minute, dropping your hand to your side. This was a mistake. All of it.

"Take care of yourself."

"I'm sorry about your friend."

Leon didn't jump this time, as if he had already expected you to appear uninvited. He was sitting on the floor, leaning on the rickety metal bed where the damsel in distress—Ashley Graham—was currently unconscious on.

"He shouldn't have died."

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back. There was something broken in him. His shoulders were slumped with weariness, clothes and skin dusted with blood and grime.

"Can I sit?"

"Why won't you leave me alone?" There was no malice in his voice, or any sign of annoyance. If anything, it was exasperation.

You leaned against the doorway. Tentatively, you spoke. "When you asked me what I wanted from you. I think I know now."

He opened his eyes and sat straighter to look at you, nodding for you to go on.

"I kept thinking about it and I don't think everything I did, I did for the mission." You crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the floor. "I thought I was doing it all for the country. My country. I came to realise I'm not that much of a nationalist after all."

He scoffed. "Would you fault me if I didn't believe you?"

"Not at all. I expect you to be at least a little doubtful. Still, I wanted to say it: if we had met in another world—where you were just you and I was just me—I think we could have had it all. No duties or missions or political unrest. We could have made it."

You swallowed. Never had you thought a truth so bitter and sad could spill out of your mouth.

Leon laughed—a joyless, brief sound that tugged at your heart. "What are you trying to say, ___?"

"I'm sorry that I'm not just me," you replied, wringing your hand with anxiety. "I wish I was."

"Why not?" He stood up and approached you, each step relighting the suffocated embers in the ashes of your past. "You said it yourself, you aren't much of a nationalist anyway."

"The same reasons you can't quit being an agent." You let out a sigh, noticing the blue-black veins pulsing all over his forearm. "You have to get the cure soon, Leon. Your friend was telling the truth, that's all I know. I wish I could have helped more—they're sending someone to get me out soon, and I suggest you do, too."

"I'm not planning to die here."

"Your plans have a penchant for going awry."

For the first time in a really long time, he grinned at you. It felt as if everything in the world would go as it should, that nothing could ever go wrong. Like ice over a burn, a hot drink on the coldest day. What a smile to have.

Ashley stirred behind him.

"I'll be off, then," you said. "Be careful. I wish I'd seen you again sooner."

"Then come see me after we get out of here."

You shook your head. "I'm rubbing off on you. You're having horrible ideas."

"Leon?"

He turned around to find Ashley rubbing her eyes and waking up. When he turned back to say his goodbyes to you, you were already gone.

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[autumnalfallingleaves]

Was thinking about my Mando Hilda AU that has Lydia and Phinium (because I like them), but then got to thinking more about the AU I came up with a little bit after s3 dropped where Johanna never got sick as an infant, so Lydia and Phinium never had to leave for Fairy Country, so Jo grows up with her entire family and without having to get her memory wiped.

Growing up, Johanna does not know she is part-fairy. Lydia and Phinium want to raise her as a "normal" kid and planned to tell her when she turned thirteen-- but that plan was derailed when the spider-frog creature from the lake attacked the family on an outing, and Astrid was forced to protect them, revealing her-- and Phinim's-- true nature in the process. They tell Jo she's half-fairy when she's nine, instead. So Johanna grows up with her entire family, knowing she's half-fairy. Phinium and Astrid teach Jo how to use her magic.

Later, Johanna goes off to college in Trolberg. She meets Anders there, and her ensuing relationship with him is her version of a late-teenage (she's in her early 20s) rebellion. Predictably, none of her family back home likes him. Jo thinks she likes him, but he dips, and we get the attitude toward him that Jo has in canon. Hilda comes along soon after. Anders is whatever, but Hilda? Jo loves her so, so much. Luckily, her parents and aunt do, too. I feel like Astrid would make a comment like "So, that's where Phin's blue hair went!"

(Continued under the cut)

Side note: I feel like Phinium would be thee dorkiest grandfather. He'd probably be Hilda's favorite grandparent tbh.

Anyway. Jo does what her parents did and decides to raise Hilda as normally and as humanly as possible. She moves out of Trolberg and out to her family's house in the Wilderness. Hilda grows up similarly to canon, but with the added bonus of grandparents :)

(I was thinking about the elves, and have decided that they still don't find out about them until the same point in canon. Even fairies aren't exempt from the elves' paperwork and rules.)

Canon continues largely the same from there. The most major difference I can think of until the end of s2 is just Lydia, Phinium, and Astrid helping Jo, Hilda, Twig, and Alfur get settled in Trolberg after Jorgen steps on the house.

However, Stone Forest is where things get different. Like Jo, circumstances force Johanna to tell Hilda about her fey heritage earlier than thirteen. At the end of SF, instead of Hilda being saved by the white woff, Johanna, in a panic, jumps out of the balloon to use her abilities of flight to catch Hilda. She doesn't answer any questions until she and Hilda are back home, at which point she says something along the lines of "This is something your grandparents should be here for." So, she calls them, and they and Astrid agree to come over the next day. However, events continue as normal and Hilda swaps with Baba that night. Jo is then left with a newly-human troll baby and her parents and aunt arriving soon.

They, of course, help with the search. Lydia elects to stay back with Tontu and Baba, and Jo, Phinium, Astrid, and Alfur go up to the mountains to search for Hilda, since they (excluding the resident elf) have magic and can possibly pinpoint Hilda. (They can't; the trolls' magic is too concentrated to find Hilda.)

I have more thoughts than what can fit in here right now, but a big part of this version of MK is Gerda working with the fairies and getting her mind opened to even more magical beings who are just people, same as anyone. Hilda also learns about her fey heritage and is, of course, ecstatic. Frida and David think Hilda's grandparents are wicked cool. Lydia and Phinium are delighted to have even more grandchildren (Tontu and Baba). I have no idea what s3 would be lmao.

[sevensdeadly-if]

So it’s me.

Corn chip paper clip chihuahua anon.

And it turns out there was an elusive third option called multitasking, which I should’ve realized was possible because I am too adhd.

So honestly, first run belongs to Zarola, always, it’s the law™️ (then Seraphina, then Nero, he covered his face in embarrassment and I have to make him do it again)

And honestly everytime she did something, my corn chip activated like a secret government microchip. She deserves to get hand fed but only after mc chomps on her a bit (a reward for dealing with my mc’s absolutely uncultured ass). The orange eye glow of past mc in the memories and the way Zarola very blatantly told Seraphina to back off when she was flirting in combination with a past react where you told us that Zarola has only really had flings is making me froth at the mouth at the possible implications (maybe I need to see if I'm up to date on my vaccinations, hmm…).

As for the our resident tinker bells:

Titania is such a spoiled brat/mean girl that I was honestly cackling, everytime Mab lost her cool (heh) I was cheering her on, I absolutely believe they should put them in a cage match. She gives the vibes of someone who is deeply insecure because she can’t figure out how to learn from failure, instead she’s just kind of haunted by it, which I mean sucks to experience, but couldn’t have happened to a better person, hah! Times where perfectionism and narcissism stall any attempt at character growth. she's over here making deal to avenge her own pride (which she obviously is starting to think may not have been the best idea) while also ignoring the fact that she's also actively sacrificing it to achieve whatever nebulous goal she has.

Oberon honestly aged me. Bruh, over here acting like he’s not legally obligated to grey morals and loop holes, over here sounding like a hall monitor, following the rules. Let Mab fighhhhttttt. Don’t get me wrong, not a bad character, and I actually think this makes him a stronger character, but what a poopy pants. He gives old money, distant dad, the world isn’t what it used to be vibes. Someone fetch this man a real paper newspaper and pretend the internet never came into existence, stat. Or better yet, someone clear his schedule for the day and send him to his rich country club dog park.

Morrigan was… interesting. I say this because who’s to know who this tricker really is. Like, their personality is mostly reactionary, they like to provoke people and it’s clear. I like that certain truths seem to float just under that surface, they seem to have true affection for Mab, rather than a desire to keep the peace, and they don’t so much hide their attempts to ground her so much so that they seem to almost disguise them with a different truth, that they like strong personalities. It makes an interesting contrast to the moment when Oberon basically tells Titania to shut it. If not affection, Morrigan seems to actually have quite a bit of respect for Mab. I kind of ship them tbh, but that might just be because they’ve only really given her true engagement that wasn’t really inflammatory in some way or another. Everyone else kind of seems to just get a running commentary, almost small talk about of ribbing.

Mab honestly probably my favorite of these four. She gives haughty but she does it well, like she earned that. I like this step away from subtle or slippery speech, she doesn’t beat around the bush and as Winter I think it’s well suited. She seems to be someone who will let you know more often than not where you stand with her, and it creates a very delicious contrast with the rest of the court. And her not seeming to ever brush Morrigan’s touch off absolutely fed my delusions (they should smooch, loopy rogue x ice queen is an immaculate pairing for a reason). I also like for all her refined stiffness, she seems to have the most hair trigger temper, which feels like another winter manifestation that is feeding me (it’s also one of the things feeding my Mab x Morri ship. Like she’s wild, and Morrigan has to like that, it’d be impossible. Also they call her Mabby and she doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even seem to get irritated if I’m remembering correctly. Im honestly about to be their wingperson at this rate).

🤣I absolutely love everything about this message! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much! I hope you enjoy the future characters as well! I will say I don’t remember a corn chip anon you might have to refresh my memory!

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

So just wondering basically whatever you can think would be good advice or insight or tips for someone wanting to move to Melbourne from the UK

Doesn't have to be limited to the likes below;

healthcare, prescriptions (I have a few chronic illnesses; nothing too serious, but I do need different medications etc), Visas, nominations, what sort of yearly wage/income would I need to be comfortable, taxes/insurance, bills, education (I don't have a family; but say I wanted to do a uni course, could ?); rent or buy, is a car needed, should I look into city living or suburb living, is it safe for a single female to move there & live on her own... and yeah just anything else you or anyone else can think of, l've never moved abroad before

Okay I can help with a lot of this!!! Great news re: health insurance, I know this from having a British housemate - your UK Medicare is 100% valid at any public doctors office in Australia! I’m not sure how this works with prescriptions because I don’t know how that works for you guys in general, but I know everything you have works just like if you were an Australian citizen and your Medicare transfers over (whatever that means). It’s, like, actually incredible.

I’m not sure how old you are, but a UK -> Australian working visa is literally one of the easiest work visas in the world to get as of July 2024! You literally can just go and work for up to 3 years if you’re under 35. The terms each last 1 year, and you can renew for 3 years and they do not have to be consecutive. Previously you had to do farm work to stay that long, but they’ve completely rescinded that for UK citizens. I would recommend just getting that and going to start off, and once you’re actively on the ground there I think a lot of possibilities will open up to you to get a sponsorship to stay permanently, if you want to. If after a year you don’t have any kind of leads for a path to sponsorship, that’s when I’d speak to an immigration lawyer and try and figure out a plan. But I think the possibilities are pretty open if you’re a UK citizen. You can also very much take uni there, but you won’t get any kind of financial aid outside of what’s available to you in your country. You can do that on a working holiday visa (WHV 417 is the one I’ve described), or there’s also a separate student visa you’re able to go on. I personally would do them separately, because you can apply for residency after 5 years. So if you’re a student for 2 years and then do your 3 year WHV, bam you can apply for PR. It buys you some more time if you can’t get a sponsor.

Suburb vs city is really down to personal preference, and same with car - I find amenities are incredibly close together in suburbs, and know heaps of people both in the city and suburbs who did not have cars and got around just fine. I had a car because I wanted one, but I don’t feel it’s 100% necessary, although imo it is if you’d like to go far outside the city and see all of beautiful regional Victoria, which to me is SO valuable. I wouldn’t want to live downtown in the city (called the CBD) with one because all parking is metered and v hard to find, so for that reason I chose to live in the suburbs. I thought it was a very easy process to buy a car, and I bought one on FB marketplace and just sold it when I left the country. Thought that all and getting the car registered was a very easy process, but the girl I sold it to was from the UK and called it a headache so I think selling cars is easier for you guys 😅

I’m from the US and it’s pretty unsafe there objectively so like, lol take this with a grain of salt, but Melb is the safest place I’ve ever been in my life. I could walk around at night and not really think anything of it, even at like 4am in the “nightlife” sort of area I worked in. I think there’s petty crime in areas like that like cars getting broken into and stuff, but yeah I’ve legit never felt safer in my life and I am a very tiny blonde girl who was always alone so!

A lot of aspects are VERY difficult (buckle up if you’d like to hear about my experience, happy to tell you about it) in that the startup tasks can be A Lot when you first arrive and you have to be prepared for anything and everything to go wrong - not that it will, but just in case. But I think Melb is the best place you could POSSIBLY move to and I think it is so so so SO worth it to give it a go, esp w how easy it is for UK residents!!!

There are TONS of specifics I’m happy to talk about that I didn’t want to put all in one ask such as the vibes of diff suburbs / pros and cons and how to choose, where to find housemates/ a place to live, what you need for taxes & to hold a job once you arrive, how to become a legal driver and car owner if you want to go the car route, etc. I’m more than happy to answer hyper specific things like this and you can feel free to DM me!

[thessalian]

Thess vs Independence Day

I do not believe this country is having an election on the US' independence day. Especially this election. It feels like the world's unfunniest joke.

I mean, I guess I kind of do believe it. Sunak seems to be more at home in the US than he ever has here, and clearly wants to go back given how hard he tried to hang on to his green card even when he was declaring residency in the UK and serving in the government here. Then again, the Sunaks don't seem to think any of those rules about residency apply to them, given the green card thing and his wife claiming non-domicile status to evade taxes while living in the UK with her husband who at the time was serving as Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Also the fact that he called a snap election with nearly no warning has caused problems with those who postal vote. I was starting to get nervous before my postal ballot finally arrived, and some haven't received theirs at all. There are workarounds in those cases, to a point, but results might end up being put on hold and the ballot in some places recalled because of the issue with the postal voting. Which wouldn't have been an issue if a) Sunak hadn't called a snap election for "basically right the fuck now", allowing minimal prep time, and b) the Tories hadn't finally privatised the service in 2010, leaving fourteen years of mismanagement to devastate the service (same as the electric companies, the water companies, the rail companies etc).

Anyway, I've obviously voted (see above re: postal voting), and I'm obviously glad that the Tories are almost certainly going to go. Just ... how much difference is there really going to be? Like, both sides of this not-a-two-party-system-BUT want me to just ... stop existing. Which is ironic given the shit both sides are giving David Tennant for saying that Kemi Badenoch should just shut up, but there you have it. All I really have going for me is "white" ... which, granted, is a lot, and I recognise my privilege there. Still ... it's hard when various people's whole political platform seems to revolve around my either being a burden, not existing, or both. Not that it's any better for those who are being called perverts and pedophiles and whatever other horrible misrepresentative slurs are being thrown at trans people in general at the moment - in fact, it's almost certainly worse. Doesn't make my personal situation any easier.

So while a lot of the people I know are going to be watching Critical Role, or fireworks, I'll be watching election news. May well nap during the day in order to stay awake as the results roll in tonight. Should be fairly easy; someone was ringing whatever doorbell they fucking felt like to get into the apartment block at, like, half-seven this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep after that. I don't get up that early when I'm not on leave; getting up that early while on annual leave for no actual reason is just bullshit.

But ... yeah, probable independence from the Tories ... and likely getting Tories in red ties instead. I'm sure there are some differences - like, at least Starmer doesn't want to send refugees to Rwanda. But they're taking their economic policy cues from Thatcher and most of the rest of their cues from the current Tory government, so while I'm happy for the current bunch of refugees who won't be sent to a country with a bad human rights record ... kind of unhappy for me.

[eddysocs]

Chance For A Dance (Violet Bridgerton x OC)

Summary: Anthony has deemed it long enough that his mother and Clorinda have danced around their feelings for one another. With a sneaky little arrangement, he makes it possible for them to share a moment of closeness not afforded to them by the ton.

Word Count: 1,192

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff with supportive wingman Anthony.

Anthony should not need his mother to accompany him to call on a young lady. Violet was rather adamant on that point when he'd first suggested it. However, he eventually wore her down, despite his refusal to tell her which young lady it was that he'd be calling on. Ultimately, it had been her curiosity that had gotten her in the carriage at all.

The trip was quiet, save for Violet's several futile attempts at getting a straight answer out of Anthony about this mystery social call they were making. As the carriage pulled to a stop, Violet was surprised to look out and see that they'd arrived at the residence of Miss Clorinda Marlcaster. "Anthony," Violet began, wary of his intentions, but her son would hear none of it.

"Come out, mother. We're already here, are we not?"

With a heavy sigh Violet accepted his hand and came out of the carriage. She should not feel this amount of trepidation at a simple visit. After all, she was fond of Clorinda, despite only being acquainted with her since the beginning of the season. She'd thought the spirited young woman would be quite the match for her Anthony at first, but times —and feelings— had since changed and everything had only been made more complicated as the season progressed.

They were met at the door by the head butler, one of the two people that resided there with Clorinda for the season. Her reclusive father refused to grace the ton with an appearance, so it was only the butler, and the head maid that had been sent from the country estate to watch over her and assure that she was properly chaperoned.

"Lord Bridgerton," Clorinda greeted with a wide smile, appearing from just behind her butler. She had not been expecting him, but she was pleased to see him nonetheless. She had only just seen Violet following him up the steps a moment after. "And Lady Bridgerton," she added, hoping the wide smile on her face hadn’t betrayed the shock of seeing her there with Anthony. "A pleasure. Both of you, please come in."

Clorinda was always quick to take over her servants' duties, despite how improper it seemed. She could never manage to simply sit still and wait. It wasn’t in her nature.

When they made their way into the parlour, it was just the three of them seated there in a tense silence, broken only by the sound of the butler closing the door behind them. With Violet there, the head maid was not made to chaperone Clorinda even while Anthony was present.

After a moment, the quiet became too much to bear and Anthony rose to his feet, dispelling the tension in the air with the honest reason for their visit. "Mother," he began, his eyes looking from her to Miss Marlcaster, "Clorinda. I have brought us here today to play the role of chaperone myself. While you may not be able to fully enjoy one another's company at the balls and other events put on by the ton, you may do so here without fear of it ever leaving this room."

Both Violet and Clorinda were stunned, though it was more obviously displayed on Violet's features. Clorinda could see the panic building in her eyes. "Anthony, whatever do you mean," Violet countered at last, her usual composure faltering at the mere possibility that her secret feelings had been found out.

"There's no need to protest, mother. I know much more than l've led you to believe. Clorinda has become quite a confidant since the season began. It's all right."

Violet made like she was going to reply, but the words died on her tongue and another silence washed over the room in their stead. Clorinda never considered that Anthony might do something like this for her and Violet, but she wasn't about to waste the opportunity he’d given them.

Clorinda joined Anthony by standing, stopping just in front of Violet to extend her hand. "Violet, would you like to dance with me?" Clorinda's offer was soft spoken and sincere, even without there being any musical accompaniment as was usually required for such an activity.

Violet, still unsure, looked from Clorinda to her son, who gave her a nod of support and reassurance. Deciding that this room was indeed a safe space with which to conduct herself as she wished, Violet turned back to Clorinda, a beautiful grin now adorning her face.

"Why, yes. Yes, I would." Violet placed her gloved hand in Clorinda's and rose from her seat. Anthony then sat back down and reclined in his, satisfied that his plan had not ended in utter disaster and that he’d done something good for two people he cared so much for.

He watched as they took a turn about the room, both having quickly forgotten that there was no music to guide them. Clorinda, undeterred by her smaller stature, had taken it upon herself to lead their waltz, somehow knowing that’s how Violet would find it most comfortable.

Anthony could not help but smile as the two of them danced. They may not have made for a conventional pair, but they really were well suited for one another. He had not seen his mother smile so much in years, not since his father had passed. It was nice. He was happy that she had found someone to make her smile again.

The hushed words between them he could not make out, but then again, it was not a conversation meant for his ears. He began to feel as if he was intruding, so he pulled his eyes away, got up from the chair and made for the window, his back to the room, offering them some privacy.

"You’ve raised quite an excellent son," Clorinda marveled, keeping her voice low, so as not to cause any chance of Anthony overhearing. She couldn’t imagine just anyone being so accommodating to her feelings for Violet.

"He really does continue to surprise me," Violet replied. Neither wanted to address the fact that they could not stay in this room forever. This moment, this dance, would have to come to an end. "Kiss me goodbye," Violet said. "Not forever, just for now," she amended, when she saw the stricken look on Clorinda's face.

Clorinda's frown changed back into a tender and affectionate smile as the dance came to a natural conclusion. Yet she did not release her hand from Violet's waist just yet. Her other hand came to Violet's face, softly caressing her cheek as she made sure Anthony had not yet turned to face them again. He may be accepting, but there were still some things that he need not see.

Violet leaned into the touch as Clorinda's lips met hers. Her heart hammered away in her chest, with love, with fear, with a whole range of emotion she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to put into words. Then, with much reluctance, Clorinda was able to pull herself away. "Until next time?" The whispered question fell from her lips as she rested her forehead against Violet's.

"Until next time," Violet promised.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @fawera, @themaradaniels, @that-demigirl, @iloveocs, @bossyladies

Clorinda Marlcaster: @dollvi3e

[tokkiheart]

What are you top five k-dramas?

First of all, thank you so very much for the ask! 💜

Second of all, top 5? Ouch. That’s going to be hard. Hmmm…

W: Two Worlds Apart

Romance Is A Bonus Book

Happiness

Shopaholic Louis (aka Shopping King Louie)

Extra-Ordinary You

If you want a breakdown as to why…

W: Two Worlds Apart

Let’s be honest, it’s not a secret that I LOVE this show. I write fanfic for it, I re-watch it a lot, I think about it a lot and I will reblog any gifs that I find of it.

This show introduced me to who I like to call my primary bias - Lee Jong Suk! 💜 It also introduced me to Han Hyo Joo!

This show isn’t perfect, but I love it. Flaws and all 💜

It’s extremely hard to pin down why I love this show, I just do! The premise of the show is fun to me, I love the idea of winding up in your favorite book or book series. I love the romance, the chemistry, the cute fluff moments, the really cool special effects, etc. This show is just really fun and interesting to watch and I’m always noticing new and cool things about it!

Romance Is A Bonus Book

Another Lee Jong Suk drama! I had to limit myself to just two otherwise the vast majority of this would have been Lee Jong Suk dramas lol

Anyway, if (for whatever reason) I can’t rewatch W, then I’m more than likely watching this drama, which is why I put it in the 2nd place spot on this list.

Though I tend to prefer my romantic K-Dramas more on the fantasy side of things, this is a drama that’s a little more grounded in reality that I can enjoy (mostly reality aside from the telepathy moment which I think is a reference/call-back to LJS’s role in I Can Hear Your Voice).

Watching this drama gives me the exact vibe of curling up with a good book in a cozy reading nook with a blanket and a hot beverage. Which, I think was very much the intention considering the way each episode ends.

In my opinion, this drama is very much a book lover’s drama. As someone who loves to read and write and practically lived in the library as a kid, this drama just brings me back to those feelings. It’s just… cozy. It’s warm, fluffy and comforting to me and I love to come back to it again and again when I just need the comforting vibes.

Happiness

A surprise on this list. Trust me when I say that I never expected to one day have a show on this sort of list that would have zombies in it, a zombie apocalypse or anything even remotely horror-genre-like.

I had been on the fence about watching this show for awhile. It looked good, on top of that it has Han Hyo Joo and Park Hyung Sik, but the zombie thing was a turn off for me because I don’t really do horror and I don’t like zombies because (to me) they’re among the more… grotesque fictional monsters. Granted, malicious ghost possessions are also up there. There’s something about watching a body move in ways that it shouldn’t that makes me sick to my stomach.

Anyway, a wonderful tumblr mutual turned friend ended up telling me that I should go ahead and watch it because I was going to love it. They were not wrong! Forever thankful to them for giving me that lil push to watch it! 💜

This show’s version of zombies are less scary and a lot more human, so I wasn’t repulsed by them. More importantly though is the wonderful slow-burn romance going on at the same time between the main characters, there’s also a found family theme and fluff resulting from all of that!

I’m putting this in the third spot on this list because I have watched it fewer times than the first two and it’s definitely a “have to be in the mood for” thing because rewatching it in full means suffering through the rest of the insufferable residents in their apartment building 💔

Shopaholic Louis/Shopping King Louie

A very cute drama about a 3rd gen chaebol heir who gets amnesia, lost in an unfamiliar city and relying heavily on a country girl who is also new to the city. He’s absolutely smitten with her at first sight and he’s just a sweet puppy of a boy who follows her around and wants to lavish her with things they can’t afford in their current state lol

This show is big on fluff! How could it not end up on this list? I really loved this show, Seo In Guk is so cute in this and the romance is equally cute and innocent 💜

The antagonists are largely incompetent, so it makes things low-stakes, but it makes for just a really nice fluff watch in my opinion!

Extra-Ordinary You

The only high school drama on this list, but that’s okay!

I love this show! Even though this ended up down at the bottom of this list, it’s really only because I find Baek Kyung insufferable lol

Anyway, I adore the cute romance in this show! Ha-ru is just an adorable soft boi and I adore him with my whole heart. This show is 100% why Rowoon ended up becoming a bias lol

This drama reminds me a lot of W in some ways, which is probably why I’m working on a fic mashing the two together or something lol

[voyeuristicvixen]

Capts Log No.43_ VoyeurMe

IM SO FUCKING PISSED I WAS LITERALLY AT THE END OF WRITING THIS AND THEN WHYTF DID I ACCIDENTALLY DELETE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IT WAS PERFECT! DAMN SHADOW RX IM CRYING INSIDE.

UGH. Idc im so stubborn I will fucking do it fucking again it will fucking be better than the last time bitch. So what I was saying, DISCLAIMER THIS BLOG FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. If you my pops you def cant reaad this lmao. Consider this the lock on my diary. I wasnt going to tell this story, then that shit that just happened made me feel like I DEF shouldnt tell the story but I love the quote I was literally just tryna add a quote at the end and fucked it all up... whatever whatever.

From time to time I go to this place called Social Island. Its nice place for ppl watching, if you are observant like me.. I love to observe nature, the stars, people, and SL residents! The profiles, expressions, avatars, its always something new and different to see and people from all over are just right at your fingertips. You can learn about their country, customs, whats going on present moment the things the news won't tell you. Its a trip. Yea thats the internet but SL is the whole experience of it, and IYKYK! Theres also of course the occasional debauchery of trolls, loud ass music players and sexual harassers.

So one day I see HELLBOY. *swoons* Like- I can't explain how or why folks, ,but I got so hrny seeing this avatar lmao. Sexy af to me. I was just like, lemme get my tredente waaataaa cuz why am I so thirsty all of a sudden this is unnacceptable!!! But then I look at the profile..

No text. No description. No picture of their avi, just a glitched out looking Skullhead. lol. Idk I have always had a thing for beastly characters. Like the beast from beauty and the beast was one of the first fictional characters i was attracted to lmao.

So I see my RL birthday is the dudes REZ day. Cant make this shit up guyss, I was looking at something on facebook, a sl couple that had this exact situation that were like celebrating something and I was like oh shit that so cool/cute. Next day this shit happens! Okay and then peep the days, 4440. lol .... We talked for about 6 hours.

About deep shit like spirituality, past lives, the usual thing I go on about.. but this dude was skeptic, intelligent. Non-believer. I should have clocked at some point how much he didnt believe in shit but it is nice to talk to people who do not believe in what you do and are still open-minded to hear you out. So that was cool.

I hate how happy we look in that pic on the left lmao because no, this does not end well! The last thing I gotta say haha because after all this is VoyeuristicVixen I cant not ... He had a lot of forms and one of them was VENOM. *sticks tongue out* Have you ever been ate out by Venom? I- lemme just stop there lmao *sips tea* Press play & cont: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWWrEMPLQog

He visited my crib in Jamrock, he even joined mystory lol.

So on his 4444th day, all hit the fan. I decided to have the talk that you know I dont want anything serious, I am still going through healing from a divorce yadda yadda. And it was a great day to do it because 4 represents foundations... four fours is like ultimate foundational energy.

I dont wanna really date on SL or RL at all right now, If anything I want to demo what open relationship situation would be like to see if that is something for me. SL is a great place to test what you are comfortable with in a safe way. Especially with BSDM matters but thats for another blog. So anyways I am telling him about 4444 from my favorite source, and how excited I was for that day for him.. Remember the dude a skeptic.

Long story short, I gauged something that he was doing and called him out on it. When I ended up being right I joked like yea cuz im psychic which is true but i was being vibey.. lol he ends up revealing some prejudices he had against brown people calling themselves psychic. He from India, brown too. But that dont make a difference. People can still be programmed against their own. I was a fun four day fling and I do not regret a thing!

The main lesson I was tryna quote myself on in the last version of this blog lmao was that not every sign or symbol needs to be acted upon. Not everything you attract is worth your time. This world is literally made of constant synchronicities and patterns of numbers and instances. If you really look closely you will see it all.. Everything really is that deep dont get me wrong.

"you dont have to look down to gather water from the well." -FOXEY HENDRIX

i am currently obsessed with this new Alchemy viewer, it does need a few things like a better flycam system for controller and also the ability to pose like the BD "poser" tool & OMG *chefs kiss*

Ive been going EVERYWHERE, like-

Mentoring has been a trip also, its really fun to observe how people go about their first moments on the grid. Last night had someone almost give up till we talked them off the ledge XD For me it was always easy and intuitive to pick up SL was not too hard. But a lot of people just want to start experiencing and connecting and dont care for the technical stuff! It really means a lot to me to be able to make things easier for folks so they have a chance to enjoy the things we all enjoy about Secondlife.

Lmao people will literally be naked all the time but not even their fault they just get stuck trying to change. There are changing rooms, but people dont usually bother to walk to them even if we offer to take them there. I usually just direct them to where they can switch the default avatar so they find clothes quicker.

But omg, this one person kept switching into all kind of random forms that were highly disproportionate you can kinda see ... and then this female had a random bt plug just chillen there. THEY DONT SPEAK. which is the funniest part becacuse you cant tell what the hell is going on. They just start doing weird things to simulate "the act" XD im like " yes we love all expressions here on sl and there are designated places for that! " & they actually do listen to me. Sometimes my fellow mentors will freak out at trolls, and im like.. trolls? my specialty!

exhibit a. the OG trolls of SL used to grieve regions like this, falling d*ck orbs idek what to call them but i remember this day like it was yesterday, i was shopping for clothes at this cute korean place, back then there was a lot more asian creators for mesh clothes .. and suddenly the sky changed i kid you not. Also i think something about the sounds changed too like there was sirens, something that made me walk outside the building, then it was raining d*cks !!! ROFL. I miss when trolls were super original like this... ive also heard some other great griefer stories, I want to find the infamous bomb case.. apparently there was once a case that would basically make everyone in the room crash lol. But I think the servers are built against that very well now.. (not me talking about SL terr*sm) I have no inention to use these things it would just be great to meet someone who knows about those times XD I have to put these * by every word because I dont wanna get fl*ggd lmao. OKAY IM DONE TILL NEXT TIME!!

Shout out to these WelcomHub cutiess <3 Heather is always in something fly shes the dopest!

[theoldmagoobaddee]

Communism in South Africa?....

Communism is a type of government rule that occurs as the result of a nation, in which one part of society oppressed the other; whether it is one tribe or skin tone oppressing the other or more likely, the usual, global and historic oppression of superior - in the physical, spiritual, ancestral, academically and vocationally ( when permitted acess) as well as socially and psychologically - superior Black People or Africans, being oppressed by inferior whites.

This absolutely sore-loser type of behaviour belongs in the C20th and preceding, never-ending history and along with all the grief, misery and wasted lives, spent by the ruling classes; of ancient history and modern - up until the last century - spent on slave pits, rows of men, shackled, tied up and chained and forced to labour for the rest of their natural lives for the (OPPORTUNITY! PACK FISH IN ALASKA!!! $20 000!!!") to build some pharoah a monument to his 'greatness'.

In what? Human trafficking? Just a modern term for slavery. Inciting slavery through a refusal to take action is unforgivable complacency but slavery and the fact that it is tolerated stems many times from a lack of information and exposure to anything remotely related or like it.

Trafficking, unfortunately, is a form of self-harm. It is not beneficial. It is not an intelligent choice. Nor is it in any way necessary. It is, rather, a form of self-abuse and nation-abuse that is intolerable. Although, I do agree that some need to learn and the only manner in which you can convince a trafficker of the horror he or she has caused the world, their family and friends, the town or region or even country from which they come, is to chain them to a lead rope of shackled people, themselves. They have no idea. No-one does and to be exposed to it can create such a psychological shock, one can enter into a temporary state of madness, denial and it is also a dangerous state because that is when one; out of a desperate need to be unaware or "in another place", the character which makes up the personality, will splinter, forming a new 'personality' or character, who is equipped with whatever traits are needed to survive this ordeal. This is also known as being a schitzo. Or a sufferer of Disassociative Disorder, which is close but not quite schizophrenia.

This song called Feel by Davido is all about the African Refugee, Displaced Persons and Asylum Seekers. I 💟 the poet's intro...

This is what has been happening in refugee camps all over Africa. Camp residents have been displaced. They have been chased from their childhood home and all that they find familiar. They have been prejudiced against, in the most humiliating manner that people from the first world can't begin to understand. They have been beaten, strangled, stabbed, shot and been plotted against, been attacked whilst asleep, whilst carrying things, whilst carrying children, whilst wounded and whilst they are spiritually, psychologically, emotionally, financially and materially wounded and unaware.

Because they should be in a bed, with a hot water bottle and a kindly nurse, to record their vital signs every few hours, to force them to wash and to beg them to eat.

That zombie state is a classic sign of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or P.T.S.D. When they do not find themselves in a bed or even under a roof and another trauma and another and another; daily or multiple times a day because they have to often come into contact with their abusers, they develope Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or C.P.T.S.D.

This mental but treatable mental disorder happens as the result of a traumatic life experience such as a war, displacement from one's home country or even destitution.

When one is already suffering from P.T.S.D. and is then exposed to repeated traumas, C.P.T.S.D. can develope. It is worth sheltering and shielding someone already suffering from P.T.S.D. from exposure to more harm or traumatic events. It is also a well-known fact amongst therapy and counselling professionals, that the sooner at least one therapy counselling session is facilitated, directly after the trauma, the more positive the outcome. This is imperative, in order for the client, who at the very least can achieve functionality as the result of that early counselling session; who can return to work and complete everyday tasks, without the trauma debilitating the person.

Africa as a whole, is suffering from a sense of depression, grief, suffering from a malady of mental illnesses and disorders, from addictions ranging from alcohol dependency to drug addiction to a range of anti-social behaviour patterns.

These anti-social behaviour patterns I call Black Angst, which is an outright rebellion against colonial and global tyranny against Africa; which incidently is the breadbasket of the world. The oppression and inequity experienced by Black People is at the root of this Black Angst, as well as the repercussions of this oppression. From warring with one another to poverty to a lack of access, even when an African is very well-educated; even when over-qualified, opportunities are still denied.

So, when poor nations are liberated from an oppressor, what normally happens is, because the socio-economic caste gap is so large, communism usually becomes the only option for a country with a few, greedy elite who take advantage of the whole country or continent by investing or starting businesses and then running sweatshops or factories or businesses that either underpay people or just don't pay people at all; making use of forced labour brokers. As the result of so few people being able to pay municipal rates and taxes, people doing income tax fraud or making money on too small a scale to pay tax, as well as people renting or squatting or sharing and not owning properties - avoiding the trap set up by the global financial institutions who try to control them with repo rates and inflation and this devastates personal and home loan repayment rates. the country is scrapped as a viable investment option - in other words, they have realised that they can't take you for a poes anymore and therefore don't want to do business any longer - the country is demoted to junk status.

Not demoted. Banished from global financial governing bodies. From now on, we have to listen and not talk; like other completely fucked African countries who also decided that, to pay THEM to rob US again, is fucking madness; short of being a bit slow.

Africa supplies the world. With food, with mining products, with raw materials and with an easy target, who usually needs ANY business, as we are starving, refugees, under siege, sick with malaria with not a R30 ($2) to spare or without a functional government to protect us (in some countries).

As a result of this situation, that sinking ship feeling, an opposition party will try to win votes (or get money) by suggesting the nationalization of banks, mines, utility service providers, farms, supermarkets. Basically, everything nailed down and anything worth any money. This is so that government leaders can grease their own pockets before the whole shithouse goes up in flames. And then buy a Greek island and disappear with last year's Miss Brazil.

Then, communism is the only option left. Communism is like prison for everybody, regardless of whether you are a doctor or labourer: you get geskaalde rations of everything that everyone else also gets. There is no variety, everything is grey and colourless and you have to get drunk on fermented sorghum stuff; starch or whatever.

Before this happens, let's stop the HUNGER GAMES: THE SOUTH AFRICAN REMAKE from happening. Please. God.

[delirious-robot]

I lost both my parents by the age of 27.

I was adopted at birth. 

I found out at age 12.

I lost my mother at age 4. 

I remember her dearly. I was born in Chicago. 

But at age 3, my mother and father and I migrated to Perth Australia, the country of my mother’s (June Goth) heritage which would soon become mine too.

I’ve only ever been in 3 long term relationships in my life by age 43. 

One of them I was married to and had 2 kids with.

I was kicked out of home at age 15 because my dad (John Goth) couldn’t handle me anymore. He never remarried. 

We moved across the world when I was 14, he moved me out of my school and home where I was really happy and stable in Glendale California to a tiny little sea side town in New South Wales called Shellharbour, and I protested and rebelled. 

If I ever tried to talk about it with my “new friends” there they would just roll their eyes at me, scoff at me and say “well why don’t you just go back there.” and then ignore me. 

I became left out at school and pretty much an outcast and often sat by myself, being an onlooker, feeling humiliated. 

Needless to say, I took whatever available friendships I could get… one of them ended up being a great friend and I have many happy memories with. 

But we did a lot of naughty things.

I lived with her and her family for a while, then lived in government housing in Australia in the Illawarra area, because my dad would not accept me back home.

When I was 15 I joined a religious sect in Sydney, because I had a purpose to help people and it was “my calling”, and I was tired of living without my purpose. 

That didn’t work out at the time and I was out by age 16, alone, in Sydney Australia.

I started in the work force.

I had a few various jobs but finally landed the best job I never should have quit, to go back to the US when I was 19 - at Telstra in Sydney. 

I was making over $50K per year as a high school drop out in the 90s, and my expenses were about $500/month. 

I had lots left over at the end of every pay check and could do whatever I wanted - all the freedom I could ever ask for. 

I had friends to go out with on the weekends to pubs and clubs and had a great job. What more could I want. 

Yet still, I felt something was missing… and there was something gnawing at my mind, that I could not shake…

I was so dumb for leaving Australia to move to the US when I was 19, but I felt that I “wanted to be where the artists area and do acting” in LA. 

What a fucking sham.

I was miserable because I was homesick and missed my job and my friends in Sydney for at least 9 months and because of this I tried to branch out and got distracted from my dreams. 

Hook line and sinker I became involved in other “dreams” and goals that had nothing to do with who I really was.

I partied my way through my early-mid 20s, only to figure out that none of it actually mattered and I had wasted several years of my life and the people who said they were my friends were actually just using me and didn’t really care about me at all.

The evidence is in the fact that none of those people have talked to me in over 15 years.

I finally realized my mistakes, and tried to get my head screwed on straight. 

I started volunteering again and doing self improvement courses.

I learned a lot and had some bright epiphanies.

I made a dumb mistake with a guy I really liked at the time.

Somewhere in the middle of all this…I was painfully missing my dad, and desperately was trying to figure out how to get back to Australia to see him. 

Without paying $2500 for a return ticket.

Sadly, I figured out how to get there and back for only $600 many years after he had passed to see a fella I’m no longer with…

When I broke up with a boyfriend when I was 23 (who turned out to be a criminal, and I stayed with him an extra 6 months to try to help him resolve his issues) I borrowed some money from my dad to be able to get into a new residence and cope while I transitioned.

Years later, I didn’t realize, but my dad was really sick, still in Australia, and he really needed the money back for health care because he could not get government assisted health care, even though I had tried to repay him on my hamster wheel paycheck to paycheck lifestyle.

He very patiently asked me to pay him back, and I kept on stalling and could not. 

Finally, I found an opportunity to take a job out in Boston MA as a personal assistant which promised me a way to get him paid back fast.

My accommodation and food would be paid for, as well as my travel expenses out there, plus paid a wage plus bonuses for booked appointments for the sales guy I was booking for. 

Great.

So, I cancelled my then accommodation, put everything in storage, and left on a whim thinking that everything would be fine and dandy.

My employer at the time really liked me working at their company, and asked me about the situation. 

He gave me a severe caution about going. 

He said, you shouldn’t do it. 

He was a nice wise older man. 

Again, I didn’t listen, and I went. 

Thinking it was the answer to all my problems and to get my dad paid back so that I could finally fix things with him.

I went to Boston. 

It was cool for a while. 

My employer however withheld my pay from me each week saying something was wrong with his bank account and we’d get it sorted.

He hit on me. 

I let him know I was just there for work.

He didn’t like that.

He flew out my best friend at the time to help keep me company.

Little did I know she was my replacement because he wanted to be rid of me because I rejected him.

He ended up losing his (crap) on me over nothing and flipping out, and telling me to leave, and I had no money. 

He said he would give me a few hundred dollars. 

He still owed me about $2500 which was the exact amount I needed to pay back to my dad.

Which could have saved his life.

I was traumatized when I left Boston. 

This was in 2007.

I left and only made it to Denver CO, with nothing in my bank account and I had run out of money.

I was lucky that my birth mother lived there, as well as my birth sister.

They saved me.

My birth mother ended up offering to pay for me to go back to LA, or get set up in Denver with an apartment.

Having nothing left for me in LA, no home and no job and no one there to really welcome me back or so I thought, I opted to stay in Denver, just get to know them better for a while.

I continued with my self development and self improvement study.

I had an apartment of my own for the first time in my life.

It was so cool until I realized the area was not really that great. 

I was in the heart of Denver.

And until I got the phone call.

“Your father was found deceased in Shellharbour Australia."

I couldn’t really process it properly, because it was mixed with so much guilt. 

I felt it was my fault. 

If only I had only… done things different or been there for him… 

if only I had never left Australia. 

Had not been so selfish. 

If only… a million other things…

The impact of those emotions is almost too much to face. It sends me into a tailspin.

I stayed in Denver another 2.5 years. 

Mostly only because I met a guy who wanted to date me, asked me to live with him after a few weeks of dating, and asked me to marry him after only 2 months of knowing me.

Kids, don’t ever ask someone to marry you after only knowing them for 2 months. 

I knew this at the time but somehow I went along with it anyway - very stupidly.

He’s an alright guy and I wish we could have just recognized really early on we weren’t a match, and not have this sort of "must have” thing about it and just left it and stayed sort of distant friends. 

I tried to break it off many times and he insisted on it and I felt obligated and I obliged… 

***please understand, this is different than some other things…*** 

we knew after a few weeks of being together that it should not be. 

We lived together. 

There were many instances where we knew it should not be. 

It was dumb to continue. 

*I never felt in love with him* 

and I don’t think he really did with me, 

just the idea of being with someone. 

I never really felt like he actually knew me. 

Just treated me like I was supposed to be someone that I was not.

So, we got married, moved back out to LA, and had 2 kids really quick.

The kids are awesome.

The divorce was not. 

No one ever gets married with the idea they are going to just get divorced a few years later. 

Of course we tried.

I’m sorry it happened. 

It was hard on the kids. 

But at least they were still young. 

I think it would have been harder on them had it happened later.

Honestly, I would have stayed in it even though I wasn’t happy and continually put down, just to keep a home for the kids… 

but I realized that I didn’t want the kids growing up seeing what passed for a marriage between their dad and I as normal.

I wanted them to understand that if you feel miserable and have tried making it better so many times and you still can’t live together happily in a marriage, it’s ok to say hey we should not do this anymore.

And I didn’t want them to grow up seeing their parents not like each other, or truly love each other. I wanted them to see a better example.

I wish it could have been a happily ever after, I always wanted a happy family home.

But.

I am happy that he has moved on, and I am years away from feeling disappointed about it all. 

We speak cordially with each other lately anyway when we have to speak about the kids.

(Skip a bunch of stuff I’m not ready to talk about - maybe in a year or two over a bottle of wine lol.)

And there you go.

I am focusing on business stuff. And putting order into things. 

And enjoying and admiring life, liking where I live and liking learning things. 

And creating my own glorious success story. 

More on that to come. 

I have big dreams and working hard at it - it’s all that matters right now.

And raising my kids into wonderful humans. Which they are.

This was written entirely off the cuff and unplanned. It just sort of came as a stream of consciousness, out as I sat down at the computer. 

As if someone wanted to know… Cheers. 

Now you know a bit more about me, if you have read this far. Thanks for reading.

Word of advice: Don’t fall in love with me. You’ll regret it later - bad idea. I still have a long way to go and need a lot of work before I can be considered “acceptable” and am up to par with regular standards.

I am also not an "option". I'm a ride or die, all in or nothing.

[yorprincess]

wrxthfulguard​:

The demon took the bottle of soap and nodded to her in thanks… Any source of water was acceptable enough.

Before he went for the spigot, he paused to listen to Yor’s answer to his question about why she was called the ‘Thorn Princess’.

“I see… Interesting… I’d like to see your skills with your stilettos at some point, just a demonstration, nothing more.” The demon’s eyes did notice her headband resembling a tiara of sorts.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” With that, Don went off to where Yor found the spigot, removing his blood-stained jacket before rolling his dress shirt’s sleeve up a bit, opening the spigot to wash his face and hands, the warm water being a welcoming feeling since being summoned to such a cold area.

As he scrubbed his hands with the soap over the small basin, his mind began planning a way to explain how he arrived in this world, already coming up with a cover story of being a office worker that came from another country to pursue a better life here after being unpleased by his current status there.

If there was one thing Don was skilled at, it was adaptation, he studied his surroundings, to analyze the situation to quickly adapt to it. 

After washing off his hands of the soap, he began to scrub at his blood covered face, splashing it with water.

After managing to get some of the blood off his hands and face with the soap, he washed whatever parts were still covered in blood off before turning off the spigot and headed back to the Thorn Princess, taking note that she was quite skilled in cleaning up the area, not a spot missed.

Whatever spots he missed, including his clothes, could be cleaned off once he had a hotel room to reside in.

She blinked at his request, startled for a moment. No one had ever really asked for a demonstration of her skills, well, besides Shopkeeper and McMahon on occasion. But it had been Years since those tests, though Shopkeeper still liked to keep her on her toes. 

“W-Well... i-if you like!” She stammered, unsure of really how to respond to that. “Another time perhaps?” 

Once he left, she turned to the task at hand, putting his request to the back of her mind. Rolling up her metaphorical sleeves, she assessed the area and determined the best place to start. First moving the bodies to a place for quick and adequate disposal before turning her attention to the pentagram and the blood. The warm water flushed it fairly well, though some of it had started to dry and required a little more force to remove. But it was therapeutic to the young assassin, in a twisted kind of way. 

She could feel his eyes on her before Don announced his presence, which was fine. It didn’t feel like he was intently looking at her...more at her work perhaps? Either way, she efficiently worked to clean the area before addressing the bodies once more. Once they were properly disposed, she gathered the equipment and headed towards the phone on the far side of the warehouse. “I should call my director. He should be able to help.” She chirped, setting down the cleaning supplies and picking up the rotary phone. 

Before dialing, she turned to Don with a conflicted expression. “W-what should I tell him? Or how much should I tell him?”

[robo-writing]

Sick Leave

Pairing: Adrian Chase x AFAB! Reader (Gender Neutral Pronouns)

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3.8k Words

Summary: You work far from home, and Adrian misses your touch, so he decides to do something about it.

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Warnings: Phone Sex (kind of), Switch!Adrian, Oral (fem receiving), praise and degradation kink, p in v actions, unprotected sex, hickeys/bruising, Fluff (if you squint), Absolutely filthy dirty talk

Author’s Note: Hey there! This is the first fic I’ve written in years, I quit but then this funky lil white boy named Adrian Chase managed to worm his way into my heart, so here I am. Resident Tumblr user @jangofctts inspired me to write again, so if you liked my fic go give her a shout-out and check out her masterlist! Again, I’m very rusty, so any critiques are welcome and gladly accepted, hopefully you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The last time you had to leave for work Adrian practically pounced on you the moment you walked through the door, you could barely even get a greeting out before you felt him pawing at anything he could touch.

Okay, to be fair, maybe you did video call your boyfriend and make him watch as you fingered yourself in your hotel room. And maybe you did tell him that he couldn’t touch himself until you got back as punishment for sending you nudes in the middle of your workday, but honestly he was being a tease and you were having none of it.

Besides, it did lead to some earth-shattering sex when you got back, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Adrian get naked that fast before.

Anyway as an apology you decided you need some nice de-stress time with your loving boyfriend, just you, him, and whatever movie was playing on T.V. You had the whole day planned out, you even made some snacks to enjoy when right before you grabbed the remote, lo and behold your boss decides that they need you back cross-country. Just when you were enjoying some much needed downtime, you had to go right back, and Adrian was not happy about it.

“Your boss is a dick of the highest caliber, and that's saying something.”

Well, he's not wrong.

“Maybe I should teach him a lesson.” he mused.

A heavy sigh leaves your body.

“No Adrian, you cannot kill my boss.” “Oh come on!” he grumbles out. “I wouldn’t kill him, I’m better than that. I’d just scare him a little, you can live without a finger-”

“Adrian.”

“Okay okay! Message received.” He rolls his eyes, but it only causes the both of you to laugh.

You were currently cuddling on the couch, Adrian wrapping his hands around your waist as some random action flick you put on plays in the background. You were trying to enjoy the little time you had left before you had to leave, but it was weighing on both of you as you mindlessly watched the poorly cgi’d explosions.

“I mean I don't get why he’s such a jerk, you do most of the work anyway.” You hum in agreement, often enough you end up running around your building picking up other workers slack, but you never have the guts to tell them to do it to themselves.

“Office jobs are like that honey, no one likes them but at least you get paid.” You end your sentence with a kiss to his shoulder, his head just a bit too high for you to reach.

The movie was interesting for the most part, but you could feel Adrian’s attention waning as he found you more interesting than the cheesy-one liners. He kept nosing at your neck, starting off with small kisses that grew into something more, each one longer than the last. You let him move your head to expose more as he slowly mouthed at the fading bruises he already left behind, his hands grazing across your body.

“Are you sure you need to go?” You can hear him breathe out as he kisses the base of your neck, causing your breath to hitch.

You can feel him smile into your shoulder as his hands make their way up your shirt. The way his mouth is moving across your skin makes you seriously consider telling your boss you can’t make it, but you have bills to pay. Not like Adrian’s making the choice any easier for you when you feel him grinding himself against your backside, a not-so subtle reminder of everything he has to offer you as long as you stay with him.

You fully turn yourself around to face him, hands on his shoulders as you straddle his lap. On instinct his hands make their home on your hips, fingers slowly running up and down your curves as his thumbs draw small circles across your body.

“You know I have to go baby.” You say as you kiss his nose.

“Yeah, but, you don’t actually HAVE to go y’know?” Somehow he keeps up his conversation while casually palming at your breasts. “Like I’m pretty sure there’s no law against telling your boss you have a super hot boyfriend at home who’s willing to eat you out until you cry.” You laugh at him, that goofy smile plastered across his face like he’s not 10 seconds away from doing exactly that.

“First of all, TMI, he’d probably fire me. Second of all-“ You gasp as you feel Adrian pinch one of your nipples. “-I’d only be gone for a few days. You can survive.” He apparently didn’t like that as he pinched your nipple again, albeit a bit harder.

“No I wouldn’t, I’d die, honest to god.” You’d be laughing if his hands against your chest weren’t so fucking divine.

“I’m so serious,” He managed to remove your shirt before he continued. “I have a disease, it’s chronic, and it can only be treated by you! You’re like, my super sexy nurse.” He’s rambling at this point, but he manages to lift you off his lap long enough to take your underwear off, the cool air across your soaking wet pussy causing shivers to run up your spine. Adrian notices it too, because within the blink of an eye you’re on your back and he’s firmly placed himself between your thighs, one hand at the back of your knee and the other holding you down by the hip.

“Hey, has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest pussy ever?” He collects your wetness onto his fingers and brings them to his mouth, savoring the taste. “Tastes like heaven too.”

Your chest is heaving in anticipation, but you look down to see Adrian staring down at the mess you’ve made of yourself. You can feel yourself getting self-conscious and move to close your legs but he’s having none of it, forcing both of them apart in a split second.

“You should know better than to get in between what belongs to me.” He barely acknowledges the soft moan that leaves your lips. “Don’t be shy. Besides,” You feel his lips trace across your skin, “I like to see how much of a sloppy whore you get for me.”

Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you. How can someone so cute have the filthiest fucking mouth you’ve ever seen?

He kisses up your legs, once, twice, again and again as he makes his way up your thighs, so close yet so far. Your skin is on fire and he’s barely touched you yet. You can feel his breath, you hold his hair and try to grind up to his mouth but he has an iron grip on you. You know he wants you to agree with him and stay home, but damn it if you’re not stubborn.

“Adrian,” you slowly begin, “I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible-“ You can feel your back arch as he leaves a particularly hard bite on the inside of your thighs.

“Not soon enough. Plus, who else is gonna fuck you as good as I do while you’re gone? Hm?” You look down at him just as you can see his gaze drifting from your legs to something on the table. He’s oddly quiet, maybe too quiet. In your whole relationship quiet isn't a word you’d use to describe him. You follow his eyes and you immediately feel your heart drop.

You look back at him. “Adrian, no.” He’s clearly not listening to you anymore. “You should call your boss right now. I think it would be a good idea.” “Adrian, no!-” He’s faster than you, damn his reflexes, and by the time you reach your hand out he’s already halfway into your contacts searching for your boss’s number. You can tell he found it when you see his eyes light up with mischief.

“Adrian so help me god-” You can already hear it ring, and the universe is clearly laughing at you because the ONE time you don’t want your boss to pick up he somehow manages to do so in less than a second.

“I’m busy, what do you want?” God damn it.

“Hello sir, this won’t take up a lot of your time-” You throw a particularly heated glare towards Adrian, but any hate you have for him is soon lost when you feel his lips against your pussy.

“Hurry up, time is money, if you’re going to say something say it.” Pleasepleaseplease don’t find out.

You try to be as courteous as possible but words start escaping you when Adrian starts pressing his tongue against your clit. You think about trying to slap him away but you know he’d more than likely get turned on.

“Y-yes sir, well, I’m sick.” Very convincing.

“You’re sick?” You can almost hear the eye roll through the phone. “I’m sure you are. Is that it?”

Adrian slaps your thigh as his tongue moves faster against your heat. You know what he wants, a silent warning to hurry the hell up.

“Yes sir, I’m-” You barely have time to cover your mouth before a moan flies from your throat. “I’m very, very sick, I don’t-” Fucking hell Adrian if you keep doing that-

Your boss interrupts your shaky thoughts. “Are you trying to call out?”

“Yes!” You whine out to your boyfriend but soon remember who you’re supposed to be talking to and clear your throat.

“Yes I am sir, I have to-” You choke out a moan into your hand. “-call out, I can’t go, I’m sorry-” You are barely holding yourself together, it is taking every last inch of your willpower to not throw your phone across your room and fall apart right then and there. You sneak a look toward Adrian and he’s fucking smiling against your cunt.

“You sound tired, you must really be sick.” You’re slowly losing your vocabulary as you hum out a noise in agreement.

“Yeah” you stammer out, “have to g-go sleep, bye!”

“Wait, when are you coming back-”

You barely register his farewell as you end your call and slam your phone into the couch, fingers immediately taking purchase in Adrian’s soft brown hair. The moan he lets out moves through you as he somehow manages to push himself further into your heat, his fingers bruising the meat of your thighs. Your head is spinning, your lungs desperately take in any air as your legs slowly begin to shake.

“Baby please don’t stop, please let me come, make me come-” You cut yourself off as you cry out, his lips sucking on your clit and never letting go. Adrian’s just as desperate as you are, if not moreso. His face is slick with your arousal, every sound tumbling from your lips spurring him on as his mouth moves faster and faster against your pussy. You can feel every whine and moan he lets out into your skin as you rock your hips and use him for all he’s worth.

Your back arches off the couch, followed immediately by a tidal wave of pleasure washing over your body. You don’t register how loud you scream as Adrian devours everything you have to give him. When you come back to earth your ears are ringing, and you still feel his tongue drawing slow circles as he looks up at you through hooded eyes.

His face cherry red, he looks at your pussy like a man starved. You see him rutting against the couch, see how desperate he is to dive into your warm heat and never come back but he’s waiting for you, those pretty green eyes almost completely overshadowed by his dilated pupils. He’s completely fucked out and he still looks like sunshine, and in all honesty you’d risk going blind if it meant you could stare at him all day.

When you finally catch your breath you motion for him to come up, chest to chest. You taste yourself when his lips descend onto yours, both of you reveling in the feeling of being so close before you pull away.

“Thank you baby.” You pull yourself up and slowly caress his cheek just the way he likes, instantly relaxing into your touch as he lets out a soft noise. “You treat me so well.” you purr.

“Yeah?” he hums out, lost in the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, “Was I good?”

A small giggle escapes you, even when he’s the one doing all the work he’s still checking up on you.

“You’re always a good boy for me Adrian.”

You swear you could see the gears stop turning in his head. “Please don’t call me that, I’ll actually blow a load all over the couch. Unless that's what you want because I'm totally down for whatever-” You place a chaste kiss on his nose, which seems to stop him from going into another rant. You get lost in him again, all curly hair and big doe eyes. He’s completely debauched, glasses fogged and slanted as his breath comes out uneven, and yet he still looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the fortune of meeting. What did you do to deserve him? “Honeybee? You’re staring, are you okay?” He looks at you concerned, fingers still playing in the expanse of your thighs. You almost forgot where you were. “I’m fine angel,” you begin “just thinking about how amazing you are.” You bring your thumb up to lightly play with his bottom lip. “You treat me so well.”

You didn’t think he could get any redder but he does, the sound that leaves his lips is sinful.

“Do I? Does that mean you’re staying?” He presses a sloppy kiss to your collarbone, a sigh ripping from your throat as he moves his way down your body.

“I thought that was what the call was for?” You ask, confusion obvious in your voice.

“What? No, no way, I’m not done with you.” Huh?

Before you could ask what he meant he leaned back on his legs and you could see, or rather feel the answer prodding at your entrance. You sneak a glance downward, his cock red and throbbing. You notice the rivulets of precum down his shaft, all for you, and yet he was still looking at you for permission. As if he ever had to ask.

Just being this close to your pussy was sending him spiraling, sandwiching himself between your heat and slowly teasing you, but never actually succumbing to his needs.

“You feel so good, always feel so good, you feel like heaven-” He gasps out, words spilling out of him in one breath.

He puts his hand on your hips, glides himself against you even more than before. “Please, can I fuck you?” He whines. “I really needed to before but you sounded so good when I ate your pussy and I couldn’t stop myself-” You bring his attention back with a tug of his hair, eyes firmly locked on his.

“Adrian, please,” you bring your hand to guide his length. “I want you to fuck me.”

You don’t need to tell him twice as he focuses solely on your neglected pussy, your voices getting higher and higher as you feed off of each other's pleasure. On instinct your legs wrap around his waist as he enters you, bringing the two of you closer and closer until Adrian has to hold himself up by his forearms. One inch, two inches, more and more fill you and you fully fall into his trap, your thoughts filled with nothing but how amazing he feels inside you. Almost immediately you can hear your effect on him, barely formed sentences rushing from his lips.

“Holy shit-holy shit-” he makes a strangled noise. ”Can I move?”

You nod, and immediately feel him become frenzied, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls. You grab onto his arms, then his back, leaving harsh red marks where your fingers meet his skin. The pain only spurs him on, his rhythm merciless.

“Goddamn it, you-” he manages to find his voice after a beat, “Your pussy is so tight, I’m not going to last…” You screw your eyes shut, completely lost in the euphoria, desperately chasing after your high. You hardly feel his fingers against your neck, but the moment he tightens them your eyes fly open, rolling back. “Hey,” he squeezes again and brings your focus back to him, “Say you want me, tell me you want my cock, tell me you want me to fuck you stupid, say it.” He sounds as breathless as you feel, hips moving faster and faster and faster- oh god I can't think-

He puts even more pressure on your throat, you think you might actually see stars.

“Fucking say it, I need to hear you say it, god please-” he pleads.

“I want you to fuck me Adrian, need you to fuck me-” You can don’t finish your sentence, his cock driving so deep inside it forces the air out of your lungs.

“Get loud princess, tell me how it feels, tell me how good it feels when I stuff your tight little pussy full of my cock.” His breath is shaky, sweat forcing his curls to stick to his face. You love how wild he’s getting, hands grabbing at anything he can find, your neck, your waist, your tits, he even whispers sweet nothings against your skin as his thrusts become erratic. Even when he lets your throat go and pins your hands above your head he can’t get enough of you, as long as he could feel you underneath him it doesn’t matter. Your head fills with static when you feel Adrian’s deft fingers moving against your clit.

“Need you to come for me, need to make you feel good, let me make you feel good darling-” He’s sobbing into your shoulders, body pressed firmly into you, his vocabulary blurring into a mess of half-finished sentences and grunts.

You’re slurring your words at this point, barely able to hold a sentence under the immense pressure of his hips snapping against yours. A particularly hard thrust leaves you reeling and you cry out his name as you come, your walls fluttering around him. Adrian follows soon after, enveloping your body in a tight hug before you feel his release inside you, warm and satisfying. The two of you both collapse against the couch, desperately trying to take in any air you can before you feel your boyfriend grab you by the neck for a kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue but it’s what you both need right now. When Adrian’s had his fill he holds your face, peppering kisses all over your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” A kiss. “You’re so fucking pretty” Another kiss. “You’re better than-fuck hold on-” You stifle a giggle as he tries and fails to find something to compare you to.

“Y’know what? Doesn’t matter, you’re still better.” He brings you to his chest and never lets go. Even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you still find yourself relaxing in his arms. Only after a few minutes do you realize exactly how much of a number Adrian did to you.

It hurts to move, you note to yourself, but in a good way. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, and you know you’re going to feel it for days, a pretty reminder that only Adrian could leave behind. Noticing your discomfort, he makes it his goal to leave small kisses on every mark he left behind, even if you have to stop him from leaving more behind.

You pinch his shoulder when he tries to leave another one on you. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Only for you.” You don’t have to look at him to know he meant every word. “I get lonely when you’re gone, and it's like your boss loves taking you away from me.” he mumbles. You’ve known about Adrian’s insecurities for a while, his fear of being alone, and you don’t miss how he holds you just that bit tighter at his confession. You get the feeling he isn’t only talking about the guy who writes your checks.

“Adrian, you really missed me huh?” You laugh to no one in particular, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend coddling you.

“Of course, duh, you’re the best girlfriend ever. I always miss you when you’re gone,” He turns to you. “But now we have plenty of time to make up for it.” He tries to finish with a wink but it comes out awkward and forced, and you giggle because as bad as it was, he still looked cute.

“Hey,” you whisper. “Look at me.” Adrian’s an awful liar on account of his face, his eyes give everything away, and right now you can see that hint of self-doubt lingering. You feel guilty, how could you be so naive?

“I’m sorry for leaving so much, I'll talk to my boss. And if he doesn’t agree I could always get a new job, yeah?”

You feel content at the small fuck yeah against your neck.

Okay, time to clean up.

You shake off the wobble in your legs before making your way to the bathroom, or at least you were until you were interrupted.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You’re stopped by his arms around your waist. “I'm not done with you.”

You feel his fingertips against your clit and the overstimulation makes your legs twitch.

“Adrian what are you-” You don't finish your sentence before you feel him drop you on his lap, scooting you closer towards him- there's no way he's still hard.

“I told you Honeybee, I’m not done with you.” Oh no.

“You’re always at work, or somewhere else, and you leave me alone sooo…” He presses himself against your body. “I'm deciding to do something about it.” Before you can open your mouth to argue you feel the sharp sting of his palm across your ass.

“So, I figure if you can’t walk, you can’t leave me.” Oh no.

“So that’s why…” He looks into your eyes and watches your reaction. “I’m going to stretch your sweet pussy over my cock until it’s dripping off my balls, and I'm going to keep you there until you’re too weak to stand. And if you even think about leaving the house I’ll fuck you ‘till you cry.” He smiles at you.

Like, genuinely smiles at you.

As if he didn’t just say the most filthy shit you’ve ever heard.

He said it so “matter-of-factly” too, like it was a casual thing to say that you were going to ruin your girlfriend on a Saturday afternoon. And knowing Adrian, he meant every word of it.

You couldn’t tell if it was fear or lust, but you were definitely feeling something, and if you knew anything about Adrian Chase, he keeps his promises. You look him in the eyes, and shudder.

Maybe you should say a prayer while you can still think.

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Collin Wilkes headcanons: “He uses flirting as a defense mechanism. Not only that but he flirts with his friends just to make them uncomfortable and the closer he gets with the person the kinkier the comments”, can we get a post of the friend group reacting to Collin’s flirting in tier-wise-listing “least close with-to closest with” and how easy the friend he’s the least close with has it vs. the friends he’s closest too and how badly they have it dealing with his flirting. Not making assumptions but I am assuming he’s closest with Damian so it’ll be fun to see how you write him reacting to it please????

Of course!

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Ok, so we've already covered that Colin enjoys teasing and flirting with his friends constantly but we haven't talked about how far he actually goes

Essentially, the more comfortable he is with said person the farther he feels he can push them.

So let's start with the person he flirts with the least: Jon Kent

The resident golden boy of the group, he could do no wrong

Now I'm not saying Jon and Colin aren't besties, because they totally are, but I see Jon and Colin having absolutely opposite viewpoints on life which makes it harder for them to relate to each other.

Like, Jon grew up in a country home with a happy family and was taught the best manners and to never judge a book by its cover.

Colin on the other hand never had much of a family or a home. He really just raised himself and took every questionable encounter with a person as a sign of danger.

Anyway, Colin teases Jon very subtly.

Mostly because he doesn't want to offend Jon and literally anything sexual just goes over his head

Colin: Hey Jonny boy, looking fine as always in that flannel.

Jon, utterly confused: oh thanks, you too!

Colin, now also confused: You’re welcome?

Jon just doesn't get it and Colin feels genuinely bad about it

Colin has tried so many times to joke around with Jon

Jon Kent is just too pure for this world

Really he doesn’t tease Jon that much but that doesn’t mean he isn’t thankful to have him in his life

On the outside he jokes that Jon just doesn’t quite understand (which he really doesn’t) but inside he desperately doesn’t want to make Jon uncomfortable

Colin hasn’t had many positive friends like Jon in his life and he doesn’t want to lose that so he goes easy on Jon

Colin does frequently call Jon “Princess” and other random pet names

“Baby girl” is his favorite

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Next up is Billy

Colin and Billy have an interesting relationship given they aren’t that close because they don’t see each other very much

Colin just feels really comfortable around Billy

They sort-of get along, because Colin just destroys Billy

He flirts with Billy relentlessly, holding back absolutely nothing

And Billy hates it

And I mean he despises it

Billy doesn’t ever tell Colin to stop though because it wouldn’t mean anything in the end

Colin would find another method of verbally kinky jokes to torture Billy

Billy also knows that its just Colin showing his love

Either way, Colin uses any possible thing he can think of 

He almost baits Billy into responding to a normal comment and then goes in for the kill

He just throws whatever pops into his head first and hopes it will be enough to get a reaction out of Billy

And every time Billy has to retaliate with some offended comment

Colin: I like your shirt

Billy: Oh thanks I got it at Walmart-

Colin: You should take it off *winks*

Billy: You have got to be kidding me

Colin: You’re right, I should take you back to my apartment first

Billy: No you should get help, Colin

If Colin catches Billy on a good day, he’ll flirt back

And Colin can’t respond because he’ll just blush

If anyone flirts with Colin, and it doesn’t matter who they are, their sexuality or their gender, he will just combust 

Billy has only recently discovered this and now uses it to his advantage to shut Colin up

In the end they are good friends, even when Colin insists on making Billy’s life hell

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Last but certainly not least is Damian

Colin and Damian have the strongest relationship 

Colin was Damian’s first friend, the first person he truly trusted

Which was probably a mistake on his part because Colin doesn’t even think about being subtle with Damian

Damian is grateful to have Colin in his life, but the pain that comes from speaking with this ripped orphan teenager ruins his reputation as a cool, mysterious, rich boy

It is impossible to escape Colin Wilkes when you live in the same city and go to the same school as him

Damian can’t have a single conversation with any other student without Colin materializing out of literally no where to wrap an arm around him and join in on the debate

There have been times where Colin has kissed Damian on the cheek and called Damian “His Man” 

The controversy this causes with the press is absolutely hilarious

Gotham Gazette headlines read “Damian Wayne and Possible Secret Boyfriend...” and at every charity event Damian has to explain that he in fact is not dating this ginger boy, Colin is just his overly confident friend who likes to annoy him

Colin finds these ordeals hilarious and doesn’t stop 

And Damian has tried so hard to get him to chill but Colin just goes even harder the next time

Colin’s flirting with Damian can be downright dirty

And most of the time, Damian has no reaction

Most of the time

There are those very few times where Colin is like:

Colin: I would let you rail me, Damian

Damian: Whatever gets you to shut up

And Colin’s entire thought process is out of commission for the rest of the day

As I’ve mentioned, Colin doesn’t take flirting that’s directed towards him well, he just shuts down

And really if Damian Wayne were to say that to anyone, no matter who they are they would have the exact same reaction.

I mean, it’s Damian Wayne