#but they've been out of reach for years and i dont know when i'll get them back

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[vagueconfusion]

You're getting a bass this weekend? Sick. What kind if you don't mind me asking?

It's pretty dependent on what ones are available at the store, I'd like to try to get one secondhand (some people say you feel closer to instruments you buy new? But for years I learned and played on a secondhand saxophone and loved the instrument dearly) so it depends on what's there and the price. Hopefully there's something in my price range because I'll need an amp too. I also, uh, have no clue how to play a bass, so I figure I'll start on an inexpensive-but-decent one and see how it goes from there?

I read up a bit and saw good things about some Squier Classic Vibe and Ibanez SR300 for beginners, Yamaha in general too. I'm not picky about the brand right now, I figure I'll get a more nuanced opinion as I learn and figure out what sound I want? One reason I want to go to the store is so I can try to get my hands on some to hear the sound of them, and choose from there.

[doodlebeeberry]

It's OSC gift exchange number 4, baby!!

Thats right folks!!! once again so so excited to host the gift exchange, hopefully itll be yet another fun one! :D

doing things slightly differently this year: if you wanna join you can just fill out this google form! You can also still join by replying/reblogging/dming me with what you'd like if you prefer to do it that way though.

Rules, dates, and details are all under the cut (and also in the form), please read them through fully before joining!!!

Entries close November 28th at midnight (est)!

For those not in the know, the gift exchange is just what is sounds like! Upon joining, you tell me what you like to see in you gift. After, you'll be randomly assigned a giftee, and will make a gift for them based on what they've requested. When the day comes, you'll post your gift and @ the person it's for!

The timeline this year looks like this:

Nov. 7-Nov. 28: Join the gift exchange by filling out this form, dm-ing me, replying, or tagging this post with what you'd like to receive. You can ask for anything--shows, ships, ocs, whatever! Additionally, if there's anything you dont want to see or can't make (ie, ships that make you uncomfortable), you can make a note of that as well

Dec. 1: I'll let you know who you've been assigned and what they'd like! This'll most likely be done through tumblr dms, so if that's an issue do let me know!

Dec. 1-30: You make your gift! This can be anything, from art to writing to music and more! so long as you follow your giftee's request, the possibilities are endless!

Dec. 31: Post your gift, being sure to @ the person its from! Please do not post your gift before this date!!!

Some other things to note:

You can request anything--shows, characters, ships, etc--just please make sure they are osc related! it is an osc gift exchange after all

Asking for OCs is very much allowed, just be sure to provide me with a reference when you join

in regards to things you can't do, please do note that "i haven't seen x show so i wont do it" or "i'll only do requests for x show" are not being treated as valid requests in this context, so i won't guarantee them. also please remember that giftees are assigned randomly.

If your giftee requests more than one thing, you aren't obligated to fulfill all of their requests if you don't want to. Just be sure to do one of them and you're good!

If you need to drop out for any reason, that is completely ok, it happens! just please be sure to let me know ahead of time so I can re-assign your giftee!

On that note, if you have reason to believe you will be unavailable or otherwise unable to post your gift on the 31st, please be sure to tell me so we can work something out! Additionally, if you can't reach out on tumblr (say, your blog gets deleted) you can also poke me on bluesky (@ bumblebeeberry) or discord (thatonegaycat) about it

You can not join anonymously! I just don't think it'd fair to your giftee

While I highly doubt I will need to, I can bar you from participating if I deem it necessary. Again, unlikely, but in the off-chance it does happen I will message you to let you know, pretty please do not yell at me if I do

Not a requirement but when I send you your giftee if you could just let me know you saw the message i would greatly appreciate it!

As per usual I'll be tagging everything with #osc gift exchange, feel free to use it on your gift as well!

That's it! if you have any questions, comments, notes, what have you, please don't hesitate to dm me! :]

[sacredheart-stigmata]

i'm sorry if you don't do these kinds of asks, but i saw queer and christian and came right here lmao

how do you find joy in religion? i was raised orthodox in a very strict church with a cruel theology. i can't recognize God in protestant churches but i can't let go of him either. I've seen so many other queer people find solace in God but i feel like i'm chained to the corpse of faith

hello! so, i want to start with a bit about me, so you get where im coming from. i'm actually a lapsed christian (episcopalian-catholic), meaning i left the church for around 6 years and only very very recently returned. it's taken a lot of self reflection to become comfortable in a church-- my church that i was raised in never met my spiritual needs, and was deeply conservative, to the point of basically kicking me out when i was outed against my will (be careful with social media when you work with children in a christian setting yall. learned the hard way.) after that, i left for college and found that it was a weight off my shoulders to not have to 'do religion'. I still tried to find some semblance of spirituality, dipping into (neo)paganism for a while, and i still hold a lot of respect for a lot of those communities. But i still felt aimless, like I was looking for some semblance of companionship and structure. I started studying a lot of christian theology, and took lots of college courses on the subject. It was my love of history and theology that brought me back to the church. eventually, not sure when, the love of history became a curiosity about God, and then suddenly, over these past few months, this love of God has bloomed that i've never felt before. I think it took me claiming my faith my way (history) for me to be ready to reach out to God and listen to Them reaching back, if that makes sense?

But onto your question. Firstly, I don't find solace for my queerness in God. it is a fundamental part of myself, but as ive come to terms with my aromanticism, homosexuality, and transgenderness, they've become significantly 'less important' to me, for lack of a better word? I find solace in God for the unjustness in the world. I look to Them to show me how to better the world, and how to be just and support the widow and orphan. I'm particularly emotionally affected by school shootings as a teacher, and when they happen (over and over and over) I know I can turn to God to help my broken heart. But at the same time, I don't turn to God for solace a lot of the time. I turn to Them because I love Them, and They are deserving of my worship.

My point in saying all this, is that while I would never judge you for leaving the faith all together, I think if you want to return, spending time thinking about why/what you need and want, and how to get there is important. That's a lot easier said than done! For me, the 'why' was I needed spiritual structure and to have this ache for spirituality filled. I needed to believe the world could be just and saved, and I needed a shoulder to lean on when things became too much. What is your 'why'? What are you looking for? It's okay if you dont know the answer right away! Take your time-- God's been there for eternity, They can wait for you. What do you need from religion? Why do you want (or do not want) religion in your life? What about the faith did you like? Dislike? Asking these kinds of questions really really helped my faith. How can you answer these questions? For me, that was theology/history classes, and even (neo)paganism. Basically, self examination is so important. So is recognizing your mental health. Don't force it if it will hurt you more than help!

Did this help at all? Pls let me know if it didn't and I'll try to reword things for you!! Good luck, and God Bless.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet: Daring to Dream

Timeline: Night after Apology Tour. When he's at home after the party.

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Blitz lays on his couch staring up at the ceiling, the plastic glow in the dark stars he put up there are still there from when he and Loona had a celestial themed movie night when he first adopted her.

He smiles to himself remembering how nervous they both were. Two people that hadn't been loved in a long time, making a connection. Blitz becoming someone she could rely on.

He frowns as the stars start to remind him of Stolas. Reaching his hand up like he could grab one, but would it just burn through him?

That's what he's told himself the whole time they've been together. That this...thing with Stolas would burn him. Like everything always did. Like he always did to other people.

"I'm just a dream to him", he says out loud in a whisper to himself, pulling his arm back to his chest. Clenching his hand around his mother's collar.

What if I dared to dream? He thinks. What would he dream for? Love...acceptance...comfort?

All things he feels when he's with Stolas. Fuck can he get a break from thinking about him for one minute? This is his dream. His.

You know what I wanna do?

What?

I wanna have my own circus. With clowns and horses. And a big office!

An office? For a circus?

Yeah! Circus business with clowns and horses! And they'll all have good names like stapler. And buscuit queen!

Haha that sounds like a good business.

And if you apply, I'll hire you!.....maybe

You'll hire me?

Yeah if I feel like it!

But his dream will now always involve Stolas. FUCK. He holds his head, get out of my head you pompous, rich, fucker! You sweet, caring, laughs at my fucking jokes, wants to hear about my day, buys me horse shit...GAH!

He pushes his eye sockets as they fill with tears, trying to will them to stop producing but it's no use. The flood is here.

"Momma what would you say?" He says out loud again. Probably that he should go apologize. For real. Once Stolas wakes up and isn't drunk off his bird ass.

"But it's so scary momma, I can't do it..." He tells her again. It's like he can feel her touch on his cheek, wiping his tears.

Hun you're being silly. He cares for you that's clear, she'd say.

"MOMMA I DONT DESERVE HIM! Or anyone", he cries into the pillow. His mom's phantom hands caressing down his horns. Then she's gone. And he's only left with himself. As he's been for the last 15 years.

If he dared to fucking dream a new dream. One with Stolas. What would that even look like?

Would they go out for iced coffee, would they have more adventures on earth? Would they watch favorite movies on the couch as he falls asleep against his soft chest? Would they talk endlessly about their interests while holding each other close?

Or would they just...fuck?

He doesn't know what could happen. It's all a mystery. And that is fucking terrifying.

He jumps as his phone makes bird cooing sounds, and he quickly swipes it open.

Stols: Can we please talk tomorrow?

Fuck it's still night. He's still drunk. Maybe the text was a mistake?

Fucking take what you can get bitch.

He swallows the pit in his throat and hovers his claw over an automatic reply and closes his eyes, pressing it.

Blitz: Of course.

Fuckin hell why did he feel like he was gonna stop breathing? Now all he has to do is wait. Yeah he isn't getting sleep tonight. Again.

[pocketramblr]

Hi pocket, i hope its alright to ask this but i dont really know who else to ask, but uh.. So i write this one fanfic, where the main character get kidnapped for about a year and forced to fight to save the world, but he is.. A part of this secret society so no one in his school know what he is doing when he disappear, what i want to ask is usually what would happen for people like him? I mean like someone who didn't attend school for a year with not much of an explanation? Will he get expelled? Or maybe still in school but in the same class with people who are previously his junior? Or is there a chance that he can be in the same class with his previous classmate after doing some kind of test?

Oh, a question I can answer with examples, weirdly enough. The specifics of what will happen to this student depends very much on where the school is and what the law is there. But, let's say this is a school in Texas, the following would happen:

After ten absences with no excuse, the student is considered truant. Even more contacts home (the school will usually have reached out already if there are absences) will happen.

If the family of the student says "hey, they've been kidnapped and here's the police report" the rest of the school will be informed. We actually had a case of a student who ran away from home last year, and all of the teachers who had them, plus the head teachers of the other grades, all admin, and the front office staff were informed so that if the student returned to school, we knew to send them to the nurse immediately and tell admin. I assume the police would have been told as well at this point so they could figure out where the hell the kid was staying and CPS would have been involved too- I'll never know, the kid went back home over that weekend.

If the family says "uh they've been kidnapped (and we haven't filled a police report)" the the school would immediately contact CPS and the police about it.

If the family cannot be contacted, answers no calls etc, then the school would do a welfare check, sending an employee or two out to the students home to see if they're there. If there is no answer, the school may reach out to do more welfare checks and may involve the police. We had a different student two years ago who didn't show up to school for three months, and there were four welfare checks from a school secretary and a police officer about it, with no answer at any time. This was honestly terrifying, because no one knew where the hell this kid and their family had gone.

Assuming the school knows about the kidnapping, or is unable to contact the family at all, it would be extremely difficult to move on to truancy court, which would need to happen to remove the student from the school roster. This is more recent, it used to be easier to do this, so check the truancy laws of where the school is set. Unless the family withdraws the student, usually the school must take them to truancy court or go through some other multi step process to force them to be removed from the roster. (Private schools are different and could probably do this easier, for public schools check local requirements in setting)

However, the student in your question has been gone a whole year- this means they could not have attended enough classes to get credit for them. In Texas, you have to be in the classes 90% of the days to get credit, though you do have a chance to make to hours after school or on Saturdays if needed. If you don't, though, you don't move on to the next year.

Also, at this point: if the family keeps the student on the school roster from the end of one school year to the start of another, the student must be present on the first day of school. If the student is not, they will be taken off the roster then, with no need to go through truancy court to do so. At this point, the student can be added back to the school if they show up later that week or the family works with the school with the excuse of "they're kidnapped rn and we want them to have a place at a school when they come back" but uh. Yeah that excuse is unlikely to work after a year. Once the student does return, they'd have to be added back to the school manually, which would mean paperwork and likely lots of meetings as admin tries to figure out where the hell they were for a year.

Let's say the kid is enrolled back in the school and not seized by CPS or placed somewhere else to focus on healing from the trauma of being kidnapped. In the case, they would be a year behind where they were. They might be able to do credit recovery for their missed classes, or take them over summer school to get credit, but in Texas it's unlikely they'd be moved back into their original grade. There aren't tests here that count for getting credit in individual courses in secondary school. I guess the student could test to get their GED if they wanted out of school all together. However, in other states it might be easier to take credit recovery, extra classes, or tests to get out of repeating those classes, so that depends on setting too.

[lucithetrashbagfromhell]

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I feel so stuck. I circle around the same old fandoms again and again. The world goes on and I somehow always circle back to a place I was many years ago. And especially 1 of the fandoms just tugs on my heartstrings because there are so many feelings connected to it. And it just makes me think. Makes me remember.

I spend my days missing what once was. I miss my old friends, who I would talk to for hours until the early hours of the morning. I miss talking and creating and obsessing, all while feeling so seen. Like all the little fandom related things I did actually mattered. I've never been so creative as I was in that period of my life. I've never felt like I mattered more in a community than I did back then. We had so many plans. We accomplished so many things. But none of it matters anymore.

And it's so long ago now. And I feel so utterly dumb still longing for it, because I know that I'm the only person who hasn't truly moved on. But I read the things I wrote back then, the pictures I took, the videos I made, the lore and world building, and I feel so empty that I want to rip my heart from my chest. I know that it's for the best, for everybody, that we dont have any contact anymore, but on the darkest of days I just want to talk to them again. But even if we did it would never be the same.

I miss all the Tumblr blogs who once helped to fuel these obsessions with their own stories or headcanons or art. Most of them have deleted their accounts by now, and the rest have moved on to completely different things. But I miss them. I miss the ones I only ever reblogged from, and I miss the ones I actually talked to a couple of times even more.

But I can never reach out again, because they've moved on now and I cant just bring up stuff from the past like that. Because moving on is normal and healthy and I dont understand why I can't just do the same.

Every time I think about my own date of birth I want to throw up. I know I'm too old to be stuck like this. I'm 10 years too late and I have no idea where that time even went. I love explaining my old passions and all the fandom related things I managed to do, but I loathe telling when all of this took place. 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016 - it's so fucking long ago I can't handle it.

A couple of years ago I spoke to a therapist. I told them that I'm always living in the future, always worrying about what comes next and never being able to just live in the present. And they told me something I'll never forget. They said that I don't live in the future; I live in the past. And it's because I'm always thinking back at all the thing that has gone wrong before that I project that unto the future. And right now I know that they were more right than I'd ever thought at first. I'm stuck in the past and I dont know if I'll ever be able to move on from this old version of my life.

I'm just so ashamed. Why can't I just move on as well? Why does all these feelings have to sit and fester in my soul just as strongly as they did 10 years ago?

I know I can just create now, but I also know it'll never be the same. I just want what once was. But for every year that passes by the memories I hold so dear become more and more distant. And I feel like I spend every day grieving what has been lost. And I feel like such a fool every time I finally get the courage to talk about an interest that should have died 7 years ago. Because I know in my heart that people think it's weird or cringe or just plain old news. It's so embarrassing.

I wish I could reminisce without the pain of missing what once was. I wish I didn't feel so stuck. I wish the concept of time didnt hurt as much as it does.

[abiamantha]

Wait ive just realized that im probably never gonna eat pizza at home again. Sure, if my couisin visits, or classmates are over for a project we might order some. But I'm never gonna get pizza on a random tuesday night again- my dad used to come home from work with a pizza box, and we knew he would because he'd send us a picture of the drive in so we knew in advance and didnt prepare something else for dinner. But now my dad has heart problems and other things that he's taking care of his eating for, and now he sounds just like my mom when he says he cant eat something or we shouldnt have it or we shouldnt buy it because everything is bad and he Has To Take Care of His Eating Now. Which I know is true. He's doing a magnificent job at it, and he's working out a lot and has amazing discipline with it. It just hurts to be sitting at the kitchen table and try slightly roasted aubergine (because even olive and vegetable oil are Bad and we shouldnt have them) (it tasted horrible, it was coated salted in the crumb bread thing i abhor, and my sensory-whatever made me want to spit everything out anyway) and realize that I cant escape it, because the things my mom has been saying for years now have an echo. They're discussing how even oats are Bad because even if they have fiber they're really bad for god knows what and too much sugar and something else that i cant quite remember, while i feel self conscious because im reaching for another tortilla when i know i had carbs already for lunch. Maybe i wouldnt feel so bad about craving a piece of the chocolates they've given me at school if i had the Discipline to work out. Which is something i did for a while and it was fun but i havent worked out since like september last year. And i cant bear it because every single fucking day my mom tells me i should work out. I used to tell her i did. I know i should especially to strengthen the operated foot and i really want to but i dont want to be seen. Ever since last august I do 25 squats before i brush my teeth and before i shower, which is not enough for anything but ibe done it snd i. She doesnt believe me. Truth is i hate the thought of her seeing me work out, so when i did i closed my bedroom door a bit more tha usual (her room is almost across from mine) (i never close my door so it'd be weirder) but it is not enough. Last summer i worked out every day and had loads of fun and felt like i was accomplishing something. I knew i wasnt doing it for myself fully, but the pride i felt was completely and unabashedly my own. I just couldnt balance that with school and doing homework until 11 pm and waking up and being told i need to exercise (It has changed from "you could get abs if you just worked out and look at this im ugly I'll never get rid of these rolls i got when i gave birth that make me look Bad and Horrible and You Should Avoid it because youll end up like me anyway" since 8 to "maybe you wont look so bad in those clothes if you slim down" at 16). But working out was fun. Just me, and the trainer o youtbe whose videos i liked because they were fun and easy and challenging and she was so sweet and encouraging and i wish i could go back to a time when my Stomach or my Eyebrows or my Glasses or my Lips or my Mustache or my Leg hair werent the most important thing for my mother to tell me about (because all of those are Bad, am i blind?). I just want to eat pizza with my family and feel like im going to be okay

[shutupposhos]

so like, let's say you've matched with your ex's ex on two different apps. but like here's the story:

me and J meet years ago. get a bit involved but it was never really a relationship. like it was fun and we were def into each other but they were not fully present. so they dissappear and kinda ghost me. im confused and upset. a few months later we come across each other, I've already met someone else and gotten pretty quickly into a relationship. they apologise that they messed me around, they were having a mental health spiral. which i knew nothing about because they disappeared and didn't tell me they needed time away. and i didn't know how to broach the conversation and had low self esteem so just assumed they actually realise they didnt like me. so i didn't know what to make of it all and moved on with my life.

so years later, been married and divorced (lol), living with my mum, living my hot confident single life. and i haven't seen or heard from them in years. they suddenly follow me on instagram and we lightly DM. and i again don't know what to make of this, but i always liked them as a person generally but maybe i still have a thing for them. but theyre in a serious relationship, as i can see them and their gf (I'll call her R) all over their insta. so im feeling confused and weirdly guilty.

anyway, we actually meet up a couple times in the park and im assuming they want to be friends again perhaps bc i couldn't imagine them as the cheating type i guess. and i want to meet up to understand how i feel about seeing them again. turns out i STILL STUPIDLY FANCY THEM.

so eventually i text them saying i dont know what to think about them reaching out again after the awkward history we have. and that actually I've realised im still really into them but i dont want to overstep on their relationship and i want to know what their intentions were in originally reaching out.

turns out J and R are in a NEWLY opened relationship. so they reached out to me intending for friendship but realised they were just telling themselves that to feel better about it. and we talked about how things ended last time and they apologised and said they always felt bad about it. and im like...ok cool so shall we meet up again now knowing both our intentions.

so we talk a bit more but dont get to meet again. meanwhile, J and R end up breaking up and i say "its cool if you need some time" and they were like "no let's meet up, let me just check my schedule"

and then i just dont hear from them again but theyre still watching my stories and its pissing me off that they've ghosted me again without just saying "actually, things are really hard at the moment and i cant give you the time either of us would like." so i kick then off my instagram and unfollow them.

SO a year later i see their ex, R, on the apps and im like...she's hot ngl and i debate swiping on them. and we now matched on two apps.

but i dont know if R knows who i am in relation to J. bc i know who R is. and i dont know if theyre on good terms with each other or what. so could this get weird? should i avoid this situation? how do i let her know i had a thing with her ex years again, and then again when they just opened up their relationship? will she even care?

grats if you read all of that lol.

[the-firebird69]

This is what we call a bunch of winners and walking around issuing threats on our side than us and won't stop I can't tell that they've lost tons of stuff and territory they dont have any bounce and I don't know the limitations they don't know their limits I'll tell you what these people are stupid and we can do all sorts of stuff and we're not doing it and he said he doesn't know why but it's like a pond of stupid fish and we can fit in and Jen did it so we see that I got a little mad cuz I said she can't go there I get what you're saying she came here really do what they did when they saw Melissa and started fighting each other doing it already and without giving her grief but it's an idea

-there's a giant number of people who don't understand what's happening today and there's a lot of people fighting and for many reasons but mostly because of court it is almost 1:00 p.m. and it's been three court cases heard at hearings and they accepted all three and John Rena Lord is on the prowl trying to shut them down as he says and it's not working he is getting beat up. There are two more hearings this afternoon both are against bja and company

-is 1:00 p.m. the water is 6 in shine of the high watermark 6 in above normal high tide roughly it's a little bit more than that but it's been that way for years and they are taking ships out and it is getting lower but there is a ton of water coming down steadily because the ships left at 3:00 a.m. this morning and the first grouping exited the mouth of the rivers at 11:00 a.m. and the water already made it over because of wind to the Appalachians the second group departed this morning at 6:00 a.m. to reach the mouth in about 20 minutes and the water from that is now coming down and by the time it gets here it's high tide and there might be some flooding probably not where our son is but downtown maybe we think it's just going to go up to the sidewalk again at the park.

-about 4 hours later the next batch will leave from the first one and the second one so it'd be 10:00 a.m. and they did leave and it's still leaving now it left and that matches water will be here in a couple hours at high tide and it might go up the canal it will and it will rinse it yeah it needs to be rinsed it would drive the bugs and it will wash lots of the garbage out cuz it's salt water it's not brackish. And finally the last wave is almost ready to leave and it will be in 20 minutes and along with that wave are the huge ships no those are going to go separate probably around 4:00 p.m. but that wave just leaving momentarily will bring water in about 3 hours roughly almost two and a half it's going to be around there and that would be high tide so no it's going to be spaced a few hours and it will cause problems but it's going to be 2 hours after maybe 5 or 6:00 p.m. in the final wave leaving at 4:00 p.m. the rain will be here 3 or 4 hours later 7:00 or 8:00 p.m. as the time just going out and it will create a siphonic effect and it will blow out a whole bunch of the manure right now they lost about half a foot and it'll probably be a foot by 7:00 p.m. and then the water is going to start flowing like madness and it's going to rip a whole bunch of it out some people calculate upwards of 4 ft I think about three but those 5-mile ships are going to exit and they'll be out around midnight I have to go slow like 80 miles an hour or they wipe everything out and when they leave the mouth they speed up to about 100 and the bow ducks down a little and they will push out a huge amount of skeletons probably 500 miles wide my 5 mi by a mile in the middle tapering to a quarter mile it's so huge it's going to draw them all in and that's how they have to go out and they won't do one at a time if they do the ships might get sunk.

He says it this is a huge day that is a giant enormous amount of ships and bja is running around threatening people and it was a pseudo empire person and he said where is he said I can't tell and they looked around and the guy behind him was Tommy f and he said I'm not saying that he's looking around they see him and it took off to go get water or something and then they came up to him and said what do you do and he's been following our son into the shop and they went after him a little and found out so in the south it's loaded with both and right now they're fighting to get out of there and they're saying by 6:00 really they mean by like 11:00 p.m. the last boat will leave or ship or jet or whatever and this not going to be that many leaving they're idiots says fighting instead and reducing their arms and they are going to get wiped out and it will be a significant number of them it will drop a percentage point off of 17% roughly it's about 16.9% and there's more to it once they are taxed and they're wiped out the crabs will leave and it won't be all of them it'll probably have and the other crabs will see that there's just getting killed no they just keep coming in and they eat up and they leave and unless they hit them it will stop there's several more evacuations to go and the area refills so going on to 6 15.9% and they're going after ships finally but for real and we expected losses of a percent today today is a slow day the researching it some people have ships they want and they're going to go down there in Mass because it's not that many troops defending them and the others will be forced to go down it's going to happen within the hour maybe or within an hour

-they're going after each other for sheriff's positions and for police fire department hospital it's going to be a big mess and the pseudo empire is heading it up mostly and have ships but there's other ships above are medium they're about 3,000 ft and they're the right size for the tunnels and they consume around and avoid and tons of people going now to try and grab them and it will lower the water again and it's all around the entire state we'll see it's on the east coast for the past 5 days which helps if that lowers it'll lower here and we're estimating by tonight midnight roughly it'll be down in about 65 in total which is great that means the new low tide is 65 in below the old high tide with the clams stop that's kind of way we're measuring it to. And there's going to be a lot of these ships taken out today they're going outside right now of the main blockage then there's a segment in between it's important they clear that and they're going to go to that tonight they said but people might start now and do it the same time it kind of ruins the day for the people on the outside and they're forced to move in and we'll pull it all out the middle segment first and still going like that but really today they took a ton out half of what remains no it's about 10% of what remains but over the past 5 days on the east coast and the South they took out about 40% of what remains and it's going to start going very fast when they start going after ships so fast they won't sit here and bother people they don't want to just mess it up with Tommy f and it's ridiculous horseshit they don't do anything but bother our son and everybody else and get beat up. And the 7th episode is coming up tonight yes and then it would be the 13th on Tuesday and everyone thinks it's great and stuff but there's a big reason for it stopping and the reason is their access is cut off and for a reason that is not so great they think what happens is Tommy f goes up and he attacks and we think he loses again as a participate and then everybody gets pushed out again and the ships might get pushed out and it would of course happened before Tuesday and I'd have to start earlier some people think as soon as tomorrow that's what a son said it wouldn't take long to push them out is not really true and you need time for a lot of it to materialize we think it might be true they're preparing for lunch and the max are too and they're trying to beat each other now and the planet and describe just getting their troops going and I finally have a plan going ahead and it's none too soon we have one more day until it comes goes around the corner and that's tomorrow

Thor Freya

It disappears out of sight the end of the day Saturday but it doesn't give us much time and we are in awe sometimes he says I am in trouble all the time but you guys were too and we see it. But this is a great time we're all on board but it's Thor and Freya it is their project and it is a perfect thing for them to do because their leadership in the dry run was very helpful and we saw how it is and the confidence that I send and daughter have and being able to take control if they need to. I can't wait for this to happen we are preparing and it's going to be ready and we do think the ships move out tonight or tomorrow night it's going to be an event in a huge one and they probably won't fight right away it's going to be a finagling because of these ships here and it'll be dangerous but it's going to come to a close

Zig Zag

There's a lot of it is here okay these people go out and get critically injured and they come by and make it fists and be an old s**** saying they know stuff it's so insulting to themselves 10 times brighter than their smartest guy is perfectly healthy and it's horrific I've done this choice the show is terrible it's very dumb it is done too but here here's another thing today they're going to be in turmoil tomorrow's going to be worse and the day after a nightmare because of court and I'll be going after each other and shutting their stupid mouths see who it is I mean they're a bunch of crap ass f****** losers but it's going to happen and we are heading to an exciting time and everybody is going to be on board and we need to nail the recruiting and it says we can do it before Pluto and Mars or after he'd rather have it before and we're not panicking and we can do it clinically but it has to be done so I figured out we have some time to get it going and we think we should and we're going to go ahead and start

Thor Freya

I do appreciate what you're saying oh good here comes the girl dressed in shmocls how wonderful

So I see what you're saying they're all bunch of assholes can't wait to be with you too this place is nasty. I'm working on your projects and they're going well we have the Bradley GT watch and you're wondering if we can get that out and it look like the steering wheel so the steering wheels and testing you make it look pretty close and I'm getting ready to issue the first draft for testing it's the first round Rev and it's going to go well and people like it already and you'll sell it online and it will start up forever for the car and people can buy a watch but they can't buy the car and I'm saying it later you say that's what I say this is wonderful what a great idea we have it's beautiful

Hera Zues

We're going to invest in what they're doing and in New Vegas these things are awesome ideas and they're going down to Las Vegas now off and on and they're getting their stuff together actually they hear that they're not thinking they hear what the max are saying it's a great idea he says and they're going out there to find these old signs and salvage pieces and secure them and make sure they're not going to deteriorate anymore trying to preserve them and it's working they're being bothered they can see why. We're going down there too and we're helping because it's our idea and we are involved in all of it including the Hoover dam. There's a lot of girls we're talking and talking about him Non-Stop and the guys have to come out and say stuff and spread of their dance and they're saying it too back up buddy stuff like that and usually it's not really good that's working and his picture is helping people and I think it's the coppertone man he's got to work on it they say they did the best you could but there's a lot of talk about it now and it's growing

Thor Freya

Olympus

I think you should publish what you're talking about

Hera

[redpandahappypanda]

It's been three weeks since Branden stiffed me with a large back rent bill and an eviction. The city marshal came last week and gave me the court summons. I am not really anywhere closer to finding a place to go, and court is Thursday after next.

I have reached out to all agencies for assistance. It's now a waiting game to see what else I can find. I'm grateful that my mom has reconsidered letting me and the kids stay with her if nothing pans out in the next week.

Admitting to my children's teachers what's been going on has been really, really, hard; though they've been the ones to offer the most support.

I'm still really lonely. I am not a person who thrives well when isolated, and I feel very isolated right now. I try to reach out to my family when it gets too bad. Sometimes I'm successful, sometimes I'm not.

My Uncle died today. My Dad's brother in law. I spent a lot of time with my Aunt and Uncle growing up; they were never able to have children of their own. I'm betting my Aunt is lost...I know they were married for at least thirty-three years because they married before my brother was born, and that's how old he is. She loved him more than anyone or anything. She quietly wanted kids. Aunt Becky doted on us as kids. We used to entire summers and falls at their hunting camp. I think Charlie wanted kids too. They were really good to us growing up. Things got strained between me and them in the way they do when you don't grow into the kid of person they would have liked, but I'd like to think they still loved me, even after my grandparents died.

Charlie had been diagnosed with leukemia when I was a small child. He was given a terminal diagnosis, saying he could have palliative care and live for maybe a year. He'd done chemo and radiation, and both had torched his heart. He had an internal pacemaker placed when he went into spontaneous remission, and he lived for another twenty-five years.

My Dad called me for the first time in years to let me know Uncle Charlie had passed this morning. I'll bring him a card and some ziti later this week.

I canceled my gym membership. I haven't been since I'd been cleared to go back to daily living, and I suspect I'll never actually go back.

I thought about going on Tinder, if only for the attention. I don't want to date; I don't want to get attached to anyone; I dont want anyone to get attached to me. I just want to feel less alone. That's not really fair, though, so I just let it lay.

[regal-bones]

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[genderqueerdykes]

Sometimes I feel really upset that I'll never really be able to 'pass' as not woman, (probably w/o hrt that is), and it sucks getting misgendered so easily. Like when I look at myself in the mirror I don't see a woman but then I go out and most strangers don't hesitate she/her-ing me and idk what to do to get people to like not say that lol. Like my hair is the longest it's been in 2 years, (I'd buzzed it all off the past like 6-ish years), and I really like how it looks and don't want to cut it off but even when I had the short hair I was still being called 'she/her'. And then there's the voice which is probs a big factor in the way I get gendered and well....

Idk, I don't want to let strangers affect my perception of myself but it's hard not to feel kinda bad when people dont perceive me the way me and my friends do :(

Sorry if this is probably a repeat of another anon or ask you've received, feel free to ignore this.

hello there, i'm sorry other people are making you feel alienated from yourself- strangers and social transition are often the hardest part of being trans and a lot of people end up staying in the closet because of these things, so i understand why it's feeling so overwhelming for you. it's not an easy thing to cope with and i'm sorry to hear it's made you feel this way

unfortunately, people are often raised to make assumptions about strangers based upon how their bodies look and their voices sound, because folks are taught it's "polite" to aggressively gender a stranger to affirm them. it's not really your fault, it's parents failing to teach their children that people can come in any shape and form, and that person's fault for not learning how to respect other's boundaries. it's a cultural and societal failing

if you're able to, try to remind yourself that you know who you are. you don't have to identify a certain way because of the she/her's. i know they hurt to hear, but that doesn't mean they're right about who you are. they know nothing about you, they've never truly gotten to meet you, and they're making a very baseless and shitty assumption. a lot of people choose to see the she/her's in a drag queen way, and i think it helps to remind yourself that pronouns don't = gender and that person literally doesn't know your identity, so they're not correct. you are the expert on yourself

sometimes vocal training without hormones can help, sometimes changing the way you dress can help, and some folks use makeup to make their faces look more masculine. there are a few ways you can change the way others see you without hormones, i hope you're able to find something that works for you. at the very least, i'm glad your friends understand you for who you are. it may help to see if you can reach out to any lgbt organizations in your area, and see if you can hang out with other queer people who don't judge folks based off of opinion and voice. having a community can help a ton. even online communities can be super helpful

i hope you're able to find a way to feel a bit better, i know people can be very shitty and make assumptions that hurt us, it's a massive failing on society's behalf to take care of all of us, not just some of us. it's not fair, and it's okay to be hurt when people address you incorrectly. i wish you the best of luck, take care, and stay safe out there, if you need anymore help feel free to ask

[smokeygrayrabbits]

so leg prosthetics au right? I'm a BIG FAN of all the duality in trigun so I feel like it would be really cool for there to be that contrast between different elements of vash's backstory and his injurys. since vash lost his arm to knives protecting plants and humans ,showing his dedication to peace and love and also his self-sacrificing tendencies, I really like the idea of vash loosing his legs in a similar way, but at the hands of humans.

[ok imma give this a quick lil content warning cuz it's kinda body horror/generally kinda messed up? so yeah readers discretion advised keepy yourself safe 💜]

what if plants have a natural instinct to give? we've seen that they're sentient, so it would make sense for them to have some kind of reason to just chill in tanks and let humans take advantage of their abilities. hence, plants naturally want to give. and vash, being a plant, isnt exempt from this. he gives himself away in everything he does. bending over backwards for everyone he meets, even to the point of snapping his own spine. never complaining, never asking for thanks, or even thinking he's deserving of it.

so what does a young vash, tiny and alone and reeling from the crash, from his brothers betrayalmurdersin left me, nai left me alone, I have nothing he took everything Iwannagohome, tiny vash, so alone, so desperate to atone, come across a town. a town that's plant is dead he couldn't save them, not himself, not the ships, not rem, not nai. if he'd been betterfasterstongersmarter . . . their plant is dead they killed it. the last run. he'd seen it. he knows they did. he can't say no, their plant is dead and soon they will be too and it would only be for a little while, just to get by, please we need your help he sees the way their smiles don't quite reach their eyes. sees how they're tears arent quite real. he tells himself it doesn't matter. this is his atonement. his punishment he says yes. he says of course. he says I'll help however I can whatever you need.

it's to late for a mechanic. they need a plant.

he says yes anyway. they wouldn't right? they'll be kind.

theres no room for kindness when people are so thirsty.

he's to tall to fit in the tank. so they make him fit. generators don't need legs.

he's there for so long. vash loses track of how long he's in the tank for. days? weeks? years?

his marking spread. feathers molt off generators don't fly

they clip his wings. generators dont need to run, fly, walk.

they get another plant, eventually. he's still in the tank.

they said they'd let him go. it's fine. it's ok. they must still need him, populations gorow after all. he ignores his sister screaming in his head. he tells her it's fine! they need me here more than I need to be anywhere else (he'd rather be anywhere else. he wants to go home. he doesnt want to do this anymore but he hastohastohastogivegivegivegiveGIVEREPENT)

he learns to breath liquid. he learns to float and provide and it's ok. its not. he's getting weaker and weaker. he can't give what they're asking

his sister is dying. it's his fault if he was betterfasterstonger he could take the burden from her, make more, GIVE more. he doesn't think about how he's already giving everything how they've taken everything

his sister is dying. they don't realize it yet he can help he can save her he knows he can he's done it so many times it's all hes good for all he can do heneexstohelplethimhelplethimhelpherplease.

for the first time since they put him in here, vash cries. he pounds the glass with the only limb he has left weak and atrophied from disuse weak just like the rest of him uselessuselessuseless. when his arm gives out he uses his head. banging the glass, filling the tank with red red like geraniums red like the last run red tanks mean death death deathmurder nai

they don't listen. his bubbling screams in the tank are distracting apparently, so they muzzle him.

he watches as she dies. his sisters last run fuels their holiday light show.

vash cries. his tears lost in the fluid of the tank.||

more time passes. the plant operators get bored. they've never had an independent before. they want to research. they want to open, cut, understand.

more time. floating. creating. being sucked dry, not that vash would think of it that way. he CAN'T. can't think of it that way, it would mean it was all for nothing. it would mean nai was right. it would mean they leftfoughtbleddied for nothing oh god what has he done, what have they done

nai comes to town. vash can feel him, in his mind, in their bond. he tries to tell his brother to run.

nai hears his brother. his twin. his angel. his other half. in a nowhere town in this forsaken desert. he hears vash cry, beg nai to leave. he tracks his angel down, finds the plant operation. he sees the tank. he sees the angel floating.

he sees vash smile.

how dare they how dare they WHAT HAVE THEY DONE HE KNEW THEY WERE GREEDY AND CRUEL AND ABHORRENT BUT WHATHAVETHEYDONE

Millions Knives razes the city to the ground.

vash cries for them. for the monsters that did this to him.

vash begs their forgiveness

nai knows then and there, his brother will never take his revenge on these parasites because that's what they are. they were given the blessing of an angel, and they tore his wings off. like the legends of old, humans would always be Icarus, flying to the sun by any means necessary, clipping others wings to fly themselves that much quicker to their meaningless deaths. they forced nais brother to be their wings, so knives will be the hellfire that melts their wax and throws them to the damned earth they came from. no, vash won't take revenge.

so millions Knives will do it for him.

[celestialhole]

Tyr my love-

Ivy is part giant and part god, like Tyr

She is 7'9 because I'm not about that y/n 5'5 crap.

She and Tyr have been friends since they were children and ever since they were kids she had been tallest of the two.

So imagine the look on her face when she came back to a 8'5 foot Tyr-

Ever since they were kids Ivy was always so protective of Tyr, even now she is would always spar or get into needless fights with Thor as kids.

Ivy always wanted to become a Valkyrie, entirely because she wanted wings

Their duo in a nutshell

Ivy: Someone will die tonight

Tyr: Of fun!

Ivy: You can’t make everybody like you. You’re not Tyr.

Mimir: not everyone likes Tyr.

Ivy: who doesn’t like Tyr?

Mimir: well-

Ivy: Names. Now. Give me their names.

As teens, Tyr would spar with Valkyries or Thor Ivy would watch from afar with literal hearts in her eyes

When Tyr would get into an actual fight and not even break a sweat

she'd just stand there like "well shit"

meanwhile Thor is standing next to her

looking back and forth at her and Tyr once he finally got the message

he started laughing so fucking much

The closer they started to reach adulthood the less they would see each other

Ivy's family was in need of a lot of assistance and the more loss there was the more closed off she was with Asgard and Tyr.

It wasn't until it had become a year that they hadn't seen each other, which made Tyr very worried and in a bit of a panic.

He asked Mimir and Odin if they could search for her.

Odin: You really care for her dont ya son

Mimir: Well why wouldn't he? They've been friends for quite a long time now.

Odin: Hm, I'll see into it. (he really didn't)

Two months later Odin had figured out what Ivy was and her not so distance future

Let's just say he made sure she wouldn't return to the nine realms. (mans scared her off to a whole 'nother pantheon)

Odin had to tell Tyr that she wasn't coming back and that she abandoned him and Asgard for her own adventures.

"Why didn't she at least tell me?" Tyr's voice slightly cracked, cleary he was very upset about this news

"I'm sorry son, she just- when i looked at her it was clear she showed no interest in coming back".

Tyr looked down slowly trying to process all of this, Odin stepped foward to his tall son and pulled him into his room where he would comfort him.

Tyr silently wept in his room all night while Ivy trembled in a dark cave alone.

Still not believing the words that came out of Odin's mouth

Odin threatened her that he would kill Tyr if she ever stood foot in the nine realms again

He seemed calm and collected even after murdering her two sisters, he also seemed somewhat frightned.

That wasn't what haunted her mind all night. No, what really baffled her was the fact he was willing to kill his own, because of what?

Why did he hate her so much that he felt the need to murder not only her sisters but his own son just to keep her out of the nine realms?

Suppose she would never get that answer out of him, considering he was finally dead now.

Do yall want more of this? I genuinely need to know so I can at least get a sprinkle of motivation

[mysme-nsfwstories]

Could you do a bondage smut fic with jumin han with a fem mc? Some cuddling at the end would be nice too. Thanks

Punishment

Jumin X mc || nsfw || s&m play

Sure, why not? I enjoy writing him though he's a bit complicated and I don't know much about bondage.

But I'll try :)

I dont know if you'll like it nor if this is right

✧*。

They've been together for years and because of their status in community there's some love hate bond between them and the media which is normal.

Jumin clicks the remote in his palm rhythmically while revising documents through his tablet. At times, he sighs and massage his temple. Soon as his phone chimes, Jumin clean up the table, roll his sleeves up and smile thinking about what's awaiting for him. He walk out of his office and walk along the hallway till he reach the room with a DO NOT DISTURB sign.

When the door opens, you'll see lot's of adult toys hanged and arranged perfectly including the one Jumin will play with. Dead laying on the bed, she glare at him with teary eyes and heavy breathing. She mumbled her words as her mouth is gagged, her hands are tied with red leather rope to the bed frame and she's being forced to spread her legs with leg spreader while wearing a see through cat lingerie with an opening at the crotch area. Jumin ran his right hand on her neck that have a leather collar matchings with her clothing making her shivers. He click the remote in his palm again and watch her eyes roll as she quiver and panting. Some liquid pooled on the bed make him smile.

"You couldn't hold yourself back when you see me?" He reach for a stick whip and press the base holder onto her clit she trembles at his touch "What a slut." He pull up her top exposing her naked nipples. He caress them with his nails, MC tensed her body and sighs. Jumin flip her and chain her legs to the bed frame and now he can see a furry tail that is attached to her butthole clearly. Jumin take the gag off MC,"I'm sor-"

"Did I command you to speak?" Jumin reach for something in the drawer next to the bed while MC groans and sighing. Once again, Jumin press tha button on the remote, she feels a wild thrusting and vibrating sensation in her stomach or more specifically, her vagina making her scream in pleasure. Jumin climb behind her and cup her boobs with a heating nipple sucker. He fondles them and bite her, leaving some visible marks on her back.

She grind her ass on his thighs begging for something "M-master..." The more she's being teased, the wetter she gets.

"Say you will never meet that guy again without my permission then I'll consider your wish." He whisper right into her ear. MC couldn't think straight, her whole body is tingling and playing with her thoughts.

"I w- ah!" She bury her face on the bed when Jumin press the butt plug deeper.

"I can't hear you, kitten." He said, licking her nape when he leave a bite mark.

"I will.. n- ever again..." She clench her knuckles, "..meet him.." MC sighs when Jumin got up and stand off bed right behind her.

"Good kitty." Jumin raise the rope leather whip and land it on MC's ass leaving some marks and making her moan. Every time he whips her, MC feels like she's going crazy. The amount of pleasure she feels is impeccable.

"Master, you are hot when you're mad." MC pants and raise her ass higher until he could see her crotch and a medium sized electric dildo plugged in her.

"...I want you..." She squeeze her ass while Jumin is watching. He loose his collar and swallow his saliva, unable to resist her freakiness. Jumin slowly pull out the butt plug and dildo making her squeals. He climb on top of her and with his sexy limited voice, he whisper "Only I can make you beg like this."... but he only play his fingers in MC's loose vagina. The nipples teaser's speed is highten while he peppers her back with kisses. Jumin hold her hips and insert his tongue in her vagina while his thumb is stimulating her clitoris. It only takes a few seconds for her knees to weaken and her hips fall on Jumin's lap, staining his slack with her wetness and lubes.

He take off the chains and teasers off her, pull her to sit on him while he lay down.

"I forgive you." He squeeze her thigh and kiss her knuckles with the other hand. MC pull his zipper and boxer down till his dick pop out. It's as hard as a steel, she couldn't resist and lick it till her saliva covers every part of it. Sometimes, his dick throb and precum leaks when MC touch his ball sack. MC enjoys looking at Jumin frowning and biting his lower lips trying to hold himself back.

She got up, grind her crotch against his and lower herself till halfway to take a breather. Jumin is pulsing inside her and the warmth make her legs go jelly. Jumin grab one of her boobs that's been hanging and jiggling infront of him and give it a good suck while he move his hips. Out of patients, he push her down, raise one of her legs on his shoulder and fuck her like he never did. MC grab the bedsheet and slightly moan when he hit the spot. When Jumin pulls out, he covered her body with his thick cum. MC went unconscious almost immediately after from exhaustion.

When she wake up, she's wearing her normal attire and not in the room she was in. Jumin is sleeping next to her while cuddling her from behind make her feel warm and loved. She touch his hand on her stomach and touch the ring in his left ring finger, she's a bit startled when his hand move to hold hers.

"Did I wake you up?" She said.

"Mhm.." Jumin snuggles on the pillow, pulling her closer to him with his eyes still shut.

'He is like a cat himself. So cute...' MC screams inside from Jumin's adorable side.