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Ride a Tiger | San

Choi San - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~6.3k

Pairing: Tiger-Hybrid!San x Deer-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader

Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical/Joseon Era, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Married

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Biting/Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Breeding Kink, Bath/Water Sex, Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control so…), Monster(?)!San (not really, he's a tiger hybrid)

Author's Note: Just so you know, this is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a spiny tiger cock. This is vaguely set in the Joseon Era of Korea, which is a pretty long time range. It is after the creation of hangul, so its post 1600s about. I only know a lot of this stuff from, and am copying from, historical/period dramas. I know in a lot of ways they aren't completely accurate, especially with women going around and not covering their heads/faces. This is not supposed to be accurate, by any means. Let me know if something is horribly wrong.

At the bottom I will have a guide for all the untranslated words I use, most of which are to do with the clothing they wear.

P.S. Should I be packing? Yes. I did this instead.

P.S.S. If anyone has a picture of San in traditional/historical clothes, could you get it to me with a link or something, I couldn't find anything with Google Images or Pinterest. GOT ONE

"He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount." ~Chinese Proverb

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When you had heard thunder rumbling in the distance earlier, you didn't think anything of it. You would be done before the rain came! Nope. You scrambled to gather all of the books you had laid out at your stand, getting them under the surface so they wouldn't get damaged. A giant flash of light followed closely by clap of thunder startled you, and you bleated, your long furry ears pressing back against your hair. Your short tail under your hanbok twitched, slightly rustling the fabric it laid under. Once all of the books you were selling were safe, you grabbed the sseugaechima you had and slung it over your head, stepping back toward the building you were in front of. It was some kind of accessories shop, but the roof awning was quite short and so you barely were able to hide from the downfall underneath it. People scrambled on the street to flee to rain, and the few of them that had coverings continued on their way normally. You peaked out from under your own covering, observing the sky best you could. It was clearly not going to end anytime soon; it was just that time of the year. You had no idea how you were going to get all the books back to your house. Your father didn't mind you working to copy and sell books for the local seller, but he wouldn't let you establish your own business. The seller you worked for also didn't have a store front himself and so the two of you would sell at stalls in the market.

You decided to wait just a bit longer, wondering if the shop owner of the building behind you would let you store the books for a bit. The street had more or less cleared out, but you watched a nobleman come closer. His clothes were nice, even nicer than yours, so his status was probably much higher. The gat he wore was adorned with a silk strap and the beading was clearly finely made as well. As you looked over him, the belt tying his jeogori accentuated his narrow waist and wide shoulders. Your eyes travelled up to his face and he was stunning. But also…he had tiger ears. As he got closer, you caught a glimpse of his long tail. Definitely a tiger. It was incredibly likely that the guy was not just nobility, he was possibly one of the princes. There were like eight of them so that wasn't too unlikely. Despite the downfall, he was simply strolling down the street, almost like there wasn't any rain. Since you were one of the few people still outside, he stopped in front of your seemingly empty stall. He lifted his head and his eyes met yours and you felt them widen. Instinct flared to life, your deer-like genes screaming at the sight of the predatory gaze. It wasn't that he was trying to scare or threaten you, he just simply was a predator hybrid, and you a prey.

"Have you nowhere to go to escape the rain?" He was definitely of high status, with not just tone but the exact words he used. You nodded dumbly, back pressing to the stone foundation of the building behind you. The sseugaechima over your head covered your deer-like ears and your tail was completely hidden by your hanbok.

"I-I have books to sell, and I don't want them to get wet." You pointed under the stall, and at the crate that held your wares. He made an 'ah' of acknowledgement. You wondered why he felt the need to stop at an empty stall.

"You might have to wait a while for the rain to stop." He looked up at the sky. You sighed, knowing he was right.

"Do you want me to help?" He offered and you flinched. Really?

"If you wish, my lord." You bowed a bit and he huffed.

"Shh. Pretend I'm not that important." His smile was much softer than you expected from a tiger. You nodded, not able to speak and he came around and you dragged the crate out, ready to use the sseugaechima to cover it.

"Use this." He corrected, taking the cloth that you had laid out on the wooden stall, and you wondered how frazzled you were that you forgot about it. He tucked the edges of the fabric over the books and easily lifted the crate. You moved around him so you could start to lead him home and you felt tense the whole time. Negating that he was a tiger and you a deer, he was clearly a nobleman, and he was doing physical work…Then again you were technically a noble yourself, and a female at that. Finally getting to the entrance for your family's estate, the door was open already and you waved for one of your father's guards to come and help. The guard took the crate from the tiger, bowing deep in respect and then dashing off to put your wares in your quarters.

"Thank you, my lord." You bowed again, sseugaechima still covering your head.

"San." he added, and your brow furrowed trying to wonder why he was talking about a mountain. Then it hit you, it was his name, he was one of the princes!

"Oh, yes, your highness. (Y/N)." You introduced yourself as well, staying bowed and making sure not to look at his face.

"Get inside and out of the rain Lady (Y/N)." He smiled and your eyes flitted to his gorgeous face. You bowed deeper and then dashed further into the courtyard and booked it to your quarters.

~*~*~

Looking up at the clear blue sky, you squinted at the tiny white cloud you could see. It had rained for nearly four days straight and therefore you couldn't set up your stall for that long. You didn't really have need for money since your father was…well, rich, but he didn't just give you pocket money to buy stuff for yourself. It was because you wanted books that weren't normally what noble women would read, you know, like things you could learn from. You had read more than your fair share of romances and adventures from copying them. After you had set out the final pile of books, you looked at your hand and rubbed your finger over the callus you got from holding the brush. Yes, it was painstaking, but you were extremely glad that you could use hangul, it would take ten times longer if you had to use hanja. Right as you got done setting up, two women strolled up and you continued your day.

About an hour before you would get ready to go home, you noted that you had done well for the day and had only about six books left, each a different one. Since it had slowed, you were sitting on a stool, people watching the few that were wandering around. It was nearing the evening mealtime, and you could smell the food from the restaurant down the road on the corner. Your stomach rumbled and you sighed deeply, ears drooping. You started to zone out a bit, watching some birds on the ground, not looking up when someone stopped.

"What is this one like?" the man asked, and you finally looked up so you could see which book he was pointing to.

"Hm, something about a servant seducing a nobleman's son…" You sniffed and looked up at the guy and startled. It was that prince from before. Even if you hadn't carved his face into your memory, it was a bit obvious from his tiger ears right under the brim of his gat. You immediately stood and bowed, and he looked around quickly.

"It's fine, I'm trying to lay low." He waved you off and your eyes caught sight of the black claw-like nails on the end of each finger. You risked glancing up at his face and he was smiling, dimples indenting his cheeks, your eyes focused on his large canine teeth. You felt your tail flick a few times, your skirt ruffling a bit. You felt his eyes moving over your face and your ear flicked at well, nervous under the gaze of his golden colored eyes. You froze when his arm moved, hand coming up and your eyes followed the movement till you couldn't see, and you felt a little tug on your earring.

"These aren't real." He made note of it, and you cringed. You had wanted real jade earrings, but you didn't have enough money, and so you had to settle with those instead. Your father might have bought those for you, but you really wanted them right then and there. You weren't even sure what they were actually made of.

"N-no." You bowed your head and he let them go.

"When do you leave?" His question startled you and your ear flicked again.

"In about an hour."

"Don't leave till I get back." He told you and he headed off further down the market road, back the way he came. You blinked after him, eyes wide, wondering what the heck that was all about.

You did as he asked though and waited for him to return. Glancing up at the sky, you had another ten minutes or so and he still wasn't back. If you didn't know he was one of the princes, you would have left, but he told you to stay. You still hadn't sold the rest of your books despite a few people stopping by, and so you started to put them in the crate. Looking down into the mostly empty container, you looked to the side and saw him coming. Even at a distance you could see his smile when he noticed you were still there, and he jogged to meet you sooner.

"You stayed."

"Well, you said to." You shrugged, not looking at his face. Part of it was because of his status, but it was also because he was so handsome. Too handsome, actually. You wondered if all the princes were so. You watched as he pulled something out from the interior pocket of his jeogori, a small but detailed wooden box coming out. He held it out to you, and you hesitated to grab it.

"Go ahead." He waved his arm a bit and you gently took it, lifting the hinged lid. You gasped, looking at the earrings inside. They looked nearly identical to yours, but they were obviously real jade.

"W-what?" You had to look at his face then, see what his expression was for some sort of explanation. His cheeks were a tiny bit red, and his own ear flicked some and you could see his long striped-tail swaying behind him.

"Your Lord Bak's daughter, from the Saseum Clan?"

"Y-yes?" He smiled a bit bashfully, looking down as he swung his leg around, drawing a circle with his foot.

"Could you take me to talk to him?" You nodded jerkily, a little shocked at the request. Before you could grab the crate, he took it, and you balled up the cloth from the stall and shoved it on top of the books. You walked next to him as you headed toward your home, feeling a bit weird, like you should be following him. You had never directly interacted with a prince, but you still knew the basic rules. Don't look at his face, walk behind him, don't be physically higher than him, speak formally… Yes, he was trying to lay low, but that didn't change who he was. You wondered who was genuinely ignorant enough to not know who he was since he was so obviously a tiger hybrid. When you showed up to the house with the same man carrying your book crate as the time before, your father's guard was a little skeptical. He still took the crate from the prince- San, his name was San, you remembered.

"Could you please get Lord Bak?" He asked and the guard's gaze flicked to you, and you gave a short nod. As he went to do so, you stood with the prince awkwardly, swaying just a bit so your skirt twirled a bit around you. Your ears were twitching so much that your old, fake earring jingled. Your arm twisted around your back so your hand could tug on the end of your braid, a nervous habit.

"(Y/N)? Who is this?" Your father came around the corner, strolling down the stone-paved path toward both of you. He glanced at San, and you cringed slightly at how much smaller your father was than him. His jeongjagwan was modified to fit around his antlers, only that put him at the same height as the prince.

"I am Prince San, Lord Bak. I have come to ask permission to court your daughter for marriage." You balked at this, turning to gape at him directly. Your head turned back to your father whose gaze had sharpened. You knew that there was a lot of noblemen that had brought their sons as potential suitors, and your parents had turned down every single one. Would San be different? You were lucky that your parents did take into consideration your opinion on most things.

"You are the fifth eldest, no?"

"Yes."

"Are your parents aware of your request?"

"Not yet, though I have been given more freedom since I am far down in the line of succession." It seemed the men were having another conversation through their eyes.

"Is that why you would be allowed to marry a prey hybrid?" The prince faltered for a reply, it seemed he hadn't even taken that part into consideration.

"I will need to request an audience with his highness." Your father answered and San seemed to deflate.

"What do you think of this?" Your father turned to look at you and you cast a nervous glance at the tiger next to you. You knew that you would have very little say in reality, and you wished you lived about a thousand years earlier. You know, before Confucianism ruined feminism. Though, the prince seemed to be very sweet, and he was extremely attractive. It could be way worse.

"If my lord finds it auspicious." You bowed your head a bit and your father hummed.

"Why don't you go back inside, (Y/N)?" The request was more of a command than a suggestion and you scurried off to do so. As you entered, your mother came down the hall and you met her.

"Geez, mother…" You led her to spin around, and she did, though with a confused look. Adjusting her binyeo so it was setting in her bun evenly, then she turned back to face you.

"Were you speaking with someone?" She peaked around you so she could look out the window, but she couldn't see.

"A suitor…" You told her and her long, furry ears perked up.

"I shall see then," she nudged past you and went to go out and you huffed a sigh, heading back to your room.

"(Y/N), your father requests your presence in the courtyard." A handmaiden came to summon you and you got up from your floor desk to follow her out. Your father was not alone, Prince San standing with him. It was only three days prior that your father had an audience with the king, and since the prince was there…

"Yes, father?" You came out and stopped before them, bowing at the waist some.

"It seems that it was auspicious…" Your father tossed a glance at the prince, and you looked up at both of them. Your gaze went to the tiger's handsome face, and he was beaming.

~*~*~

The next few weeks were a blur and before you knew it you had gone through the marriage ceremony, and you were moved into his own little palace that belonged to the greater palace grounds. Since he was one of the younger princes you shared a palace, whereas the queen and the crown princess had their own places. There was a place as well for any consorts that the royals might have as well, but it seemed San requested you to live with him. Honestly, you would think it quite impersonal for a husband and wife not to share a room and bed each night, but that seemed to be the norm for royalty. When you learned that even princes sometimes had consorts, you got a little insecure. What if you weren't enough?

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" San's voice caught your attention and you turned to him as he entered. You had been standing in the middle of the room, just looking over everything, the room fairly barren compared to the overall size.

“I was just…” You stopped, trying to think of how to word it. He hummed for you to continue.

“I was just trying to soak in everything I’ve been told to learn.” You lied, not ready to bring the subject up quite yet. Your head was pounding from all the new information you had been pumped full with and you were nervous about messing up. Luckily since you were a noble already, you knew most of the rules and practices, but you were going to be under a bit harsher scrutiny. Not a bit, a lot. Your head felt strange, having your long braid looped up into a chignon braid, the jade binyeo holding it up making it feel heavier. The cheopji sitting on the middle of the top of your head was heavy as well, since it was gold. Your hanbok was of much higher quality and you felt nervous about getting it messy or torn somehow.

"(Y/N)?" He called your name again and you snapped out of your tumbling thoughts.

"Why did your eldest brother step down as heir?" You finally remembered the question you had wanted to ask him, before your insecurities started to spiral. You had heard some of the other women talking about it but didn't want to rely on gossip.

"Hm. The woman he fell in love with was too low in status. He abdicated so he could marry her. That's why Hongjoong is the crown prince."

"I see. The eldest is Seonghwa, yes?" San hummed and you sighed, racking your brain for all the names you had learned. There were too many. Finally, you looked over San…your husband. Just the thought made you a bit giddy. Even though it hadn't been very long since you two met, maybe about two months, you had endeared to each other. He was so sweet, contrasted greatly with the normal thoughts of how tigers were. Then again, he was a hybrid, not a full tiger. He was in a much different ensemble than what you met him in, more princely clothes. He didn't have any kind of headwear on then, just his manggeon and you could see the streak of orange and white in his hair to the right of the center of his head.

"Are you nervous?" he asked and your ears flicked. Not really sure what he was talking about, you just nodded. You were, but you weren't for sure in what way he meant. He stepped forward and his hands found your waist, your own landing on his chest. San pulled you closer and your ears pressed back against your head. Your nervous habit of tugging on your braid was going to have to be replaced since it was no longer hanging down your back. You let out a noise similar to a bleat when he hauled you even closer, his nose nuzzling against your ear.

"We get to make it official." he whispered and what he was getting at finally hit you. The consummation of the marriage. You were nervous, and a bit worried as well. You were told that predators had a much more aggressive…mating process. Plus, apparently, tiger hybrids were much like real tigers, and had 'barbs' on their… You were in your own thoughts; you could say whatever; they had barbs on their cocks. Plus, you were a good 30 centimeters shorter than your husband and he was just big overall. Your hands on his chest fisted, digging your fingers into the fabric and you squeaked when the claws on his hands dug into your own clothes enough you felt them against your hips. You shuddered as his slightly rough tongue ran up the side of your throat. Your heart rate spiked, nearly taking your breath away, some primal part inside of you freaking out.

"Your high-"

"It's just us, call me San."

"San, I-"

"Your highness!" A eunuch called from the other side of the door, and you pulled back. He reluctantly let you remove yourself from him and you turned away from the door as he turned toward it. He allowed the servant in, and you were informed that the bathing chambers were ready. After the eunuch stepped out and the handmaidens were waiting outside patiently, San went back to you.

"Why don't we be efficient and take a bath together?" He had wrapped his arms around you from behind and you were sure he felt your tail wag nervously even through the layers of fabric you both had on.

"C-can we?"

"Hm. I don't see why not. Not exactly traditional, but…I can get away with a lot." He chuckled and you felt it rumble through his chest pressed to your back. When he finally pulled back, you turned to him, face warm and he grinned.

"So cute." He nuzzled your ear again and then came back, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It was your first kiss as a married couple, not that you hadn't stolen a few leading up to that point. This one was different though and he nearly growled as he deepened the kiss. You squeaked, it was like he was trying to eat you and the obvious comparison was not lost on you. His tongue was rough against yours when it wiggled into your mouth and your head swam when his large canines clacked against your much smaller ones. When his lips let yours go, a trail of saliva connected your mouths and you let out a shaky breath.

"Go with the handmaidens and get ready, I'll join after." San pressed another kiss to your cheek and allowed you to leave his embrace. You stopped in front of the door, looking back at him again as the servant on the other side opened the door. He smiled warmly and you bit your lip giddily and then followed the maids to the bathing chamber. They carefully removed your garments and took your hair down, so it was still just in a braid, you didn't need to wash it yet. You were left in a simple white sokchima, not ready to be fully disrobed since San was still to come in. You heard his own servants getting him ready in the adjoining room and as soon as your maids left, the side door opened. He stepped in, closing it behind him and you gasped, eyes widening. Speaking of wide…his shoulders were so broad, especially compared to his waist. It was fairly obvious even when he was clothed, but right then he only had a pair of white sokbaji. His torso was toned as well and your mouth, still hanging open, started to water. Well, not really, but you were close. Feeling very small and delicate under his intense gaze, it softened when he noticed your shoulders were tense.

"Come here." San cooed, coming to meet you halfway and you let him hug you again, not able to help yourself placing your hands on his bare chest. His skin was smooth, and his muscles were hard and your thighs clenched as you practically stroked him. He chuckled and your eyes flitted up to his, ears flopping they were twitching so hard. His tail was sticking out the back of his pants, swaying slightly, his ears drooping just a bit.

"Can I take this off, (Y/N)?" The prince's voice was quiet but deep in your ear and his hands gripped the back of your sokchima.

"Y-yes." You did feel the amount of clothes was fairly unequal, but your final garment being removed would leave you completely bare. Shivering a tad as he pulled the tie open, the straps of the undergarment fell from your shoulders, then the rest of the fabric onto the floor. Your arms went to cover yourself, but his hands stopped you. Your face was hot, almost on fire and you could meet his gaze, ears no longer twitching but pressed back hard against your head. Your short tail was waving back and forth quickly, no longer impeded by any fabric over it.

"You're beautiful." San told you as he made sure you wouldn't cover yourself and he stepped back a tad, fingers going to the tie of his sokbaji. Your tongue ran nervously over your bottom lip, eyes immediately zooming in on his hands. He noticed your gaze's direction and he huffed a laugh but continued with his task. Your arm wrapped around your back, tugging on the end of your braid, now free of the pin holding it up that showed your wedded status. It was like time slowed down as he lifted the waistband up and over his half-hard cock and the fabric pooled on the floor as well and your eyes widened almost comically. You had never seem a man naked in person, only having seen what were basically medical diagrams in books. All you knew was that they probably weren't all that big, and he wasn't even fully hard. The little spines at the base and head of his cock were not quite like you imagined, unlike the barbed end of a fishhook you imagined. Your cunt clenched hard, and you swallowed hard as he stepped closer.

"Here." He grabbed your hand with his and brought it toward him. You both gasped when your small, warm hand wrapped around his cock, and you bit your lip as you pumped up with your fingers wrapped around him. You wondered if it would hurt with how thick he was, your fingers not even meeting, and you pondered what the flesh would feel like on your tongue.

"(Y/N)?" His amused voice pulled you from your thoughts and your head had to tip back to look him in the eye with how close you were. A drop splatted onto the floor, and you realized what it was when your slick thighs rubbed against each other. A rumble rose in San's chest and his nose nuzzled over your ear again, then down your throat and he inhaled deeply. The rumble picked up and his warm spiced scent grew stronger, and you felt his cock harden fully in your grip.

"Let's get in." You whined a bit in disappointment when he pulled back, but he took your hand and led you down the little steps into the water. It was nice and hot, but not too much so, flower petals floating in the water and carrying with them their sweet aroma. He sat on the bench that sat inside the large wooden tub and he hauled you into his lap, legs straddling his lap. You watched the wavy image of his tail through the water, your tail not able to wag as hard with the water resistance. As you rested on his lap, his hard cock pressed to your tummy and you pressed into it more, making him groan.

"You need to stop doing that if we're going to wait." His tone was a bit harder, his brow furrowing after your next press closer to him.

"Wait for what?" You gave him a coy look. You knew it would be "proper" to wait till you were actually in a bed to…bed each other, but…

"(Y/N), love, don't you want your first time to be-" He grunted when you leaned in, your breasts pressing into his chest, and he had to close his eyes to think.

"San, I don't care if you take me here, now, or in that bed. What matters is it's you." You rested your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling his neck, your head feeling foggy as you breathed in his scent. You heard the water sloshing before you felt anything, but his strong arms had wrapped around you, lifting you up a bit. His lips crashed to yours as he maneuvered you, only pulling away so he could flip you around. Your back pressed to his chest and he had you rest your knees over his so he could hold your legs open. Even with the water of the bath, your slick was still stuck to your folds, and he groaned as he ran two fingers over you. Your whole body jerked, thighs twitching at the little bit of friction, already sensitive. San's arm held you to him as his index finger breached your entrance, your slick easily letting him in. You had noticed earlier that he had filed his claw-like nails down to blunt them, and now you knew why. You had expected a bit of a sting at his finger's entrance, but you only felt pleasure. You had…tested on yourself before, but his fingers were longer and thicker, and your head fell back over his shoulder as a second joined the first. He grinned, watching your cunt swallow his fingers, his tail sliding through the water to wrap over your thigh, holding it to his. San ground the palm of his hand against your clit and your gummy walls clenched around the digits inside and he heard you whine right into his ear. Under normal circumstances, your flitting ears and tail would tickle, but he could use them to tell just how you were reacting.

"S-San!" You gasped, the pleasure he was bringing over you rising fast and your blunt nails dug lightly into his arm where you gripped it.

"Good girl, (Y/N). Fall apart for me." His prompting words led you to your climax and he rumbled as your cunt clenched and pulsed as your orgasm hit. When the little twitches finally died, your body slumped into his, he removed his fingers and helped move you once more. You faced him again and your nails dug harder into his shoulders as he held you over him, the head of his cock rubbing through your folds.

"Ready, princess?" He smirked a bit at the pet-name, though it was completely and officially accurate now.

"Please." You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth and down his neck. San grunted and your grip on him tightened as he pressed you down, fat cock finally breaching your entrance. It stung, burned in the best way though, the rubbery spines of his cock flicking against your clit as he finally got the head all the way in. The rest of his dick followed a bit easier, but each little increment deeper, the spines rubbed against the ridges of your cunt. He was only halfway in when you threw your head back, breath harsh, chest heaving at the sensation of him splitting you open. Your cunt spasmed and pulsed, you were already close, heat pooling and growing in your groin and lower stomach. Your flowery scent filled the air even more than the petals in the water, the pleasure and pheromones your husband were letting off spurring you into a semi-heat. Immediately, your cunt slicked even further, the thick wet not able to be washed away by the water. As he started to bottom out, the spines at the base of his cock flicked over your clit and against the folds of your pussy and you shuddered hard as your groin met his. San barely shifted and that was all it took, your second orgasm hitting quicker and harder than the first. His growl rumbled through his chest, you and the room as your cunt clenched hard around him.

"Fuck-" You swore softly and hearing the vulgar word leave your soft, sweet lips made him groan.

"Are you okay, love?"

"J-just give me a second." You were still shuddering in his arms, tiny waves still pulsing through your cunt.

"I can't last much longer." He warned and you shifted once yourself, pressing your knees harder into the bench of the bath and you nodded jerkily. You were prepared…well, you thought you were. San's arms around you tightened, almost to hold you in place, and he lifted you off his cock some, the pumped up his hips, fucking back into you deep. Your head flew back so hard he was a bit concerned, but he continued his thrusts, not even pulling out halfway before filling you once more. The water sloshed around you, your tail wagging hard through the water, his own wrapped around your right thigh.

"Shit-" He grunted, pressing you to him and standing. You yelped at his movement but then he lightly rested you against the rounded edge of the wooden tub. He reached past your head for a towel and balled it under your head.

"San?" You didn't get an answer to your prompting tone, and your breath hitched as he hauled your legs up to wrap around his narrow waist. One hand rested against your thigh to hold your leg up, the other taking your hand from his shoulder and lifting it up above your head. His fingers linked with yours, holding your hand tightly as his lips hovered over yours.

"Hold on, princess." He more or less warned, and your other hand flew to the narrow wooden column near you, barely getting a hold on it before he snapped his hips, relentlessly barreling his cock into you, head battering your back walls. You let out a choking sound, followed by unintelligible whimpers and babbles, your next orgasm rising already. With each thrust, he ground his hips down, the spines at the base of his cock teasing your clit and he didn't even slow down as your third orgasm crashed over you. If anything, it made him go harder, the water around his legs sloshing hard. He was full on growling at that point, tongue running over his long canines, a drop of saliva falling past his lips and into your mouth, gaping open, drool dripping from the side. Your eyes rolled back as his pace seemed to pick up, the thrusts somewhat shallower but even harder.

"Fucking hell, love, you're taking me so well." San rumbled, watching his fat cock split you open, the shine of your slick and cum on his cock made his head swim.

"Want me to cum inside? Fuck my cub into you?" He laughed cockily; eyes fixed on the joining of your bodies. You both weren't even sure how easy it would be for you to conceive, and he honestly didn't care if you couldn't. He was so far down the line of succession himself, let alone his kids. Though, if it was harder, that just meant he could try all the harder.

"Please! San, want your cum!" You whimpered, neither of you caring anymore if the servants heard the filth spilling from your mouths.

"Gonna make you my mate too, my wife…" He growled and his thrusts grew unsteady, his nose nuzzled your neck again and your breath hitched as the sharp ends of his canines met your skin. Your blunt nails dug into the wood of the column, hand gripping his hard as he finally fell over the edge himself. His teeth sank in as he came, white, hot spurts of cum coating your walls and filling your womb. Your orgasm helped him ride out his, core gripping him hard, eagerly drinking in his seed. You felt like you almost blacked out, brain clearing some as he stopped, licking over the bite wound in your shoulder. He pulled back enough to look down at your worn-out body, face red and splotchy but still so cute, so pretty. And you were all his.

The next few minutes passed with a blur; all of the servants being called to leave the hallway leading from the bath to your bedchambers. You only realized you had changed location when the still-wet skin of your back hit the silk sheets, and San was filling you back up. You had nothing to hold onto, so you white knuckled the sheet of the futon under you. Your legs were thrown over San’s wide shoulders, ankles by his ears, and animalistic noises were leaving him. He was salivating like a hungry…well, tiger, growls turning into near roars. You weren’t sure how many more orgasms he fucked out of you before he filled your womb with even more of his seed. Your mind was nearly gone, only little squeaks leaving you as you flipped you over, hips raised in the air, chest pressed to the bed below. His giant cock, with all those blasted spines, carved into you, and your cunt clenched hard, molding to him. You were both a mess already, the bath having been nearly negated. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your bare back, a thick mix of your releases coating both your thighs and forming a puddle below. A dark stain from the tears caused by the overwhelming sensations and drool formed below your cheek. Even with his claws blunted, they tore into the bedding some as he leaned over you, hips pumping hard, the slap of skin muffled by his grunts.

“One more for me, princess. Gonna get you pregnant, keep you stuffed full till you do.” He chuckled, pace stuttering, and your vision spotted as he came once more, squirts and sprays of your own release soaking his groin further. Soon, all that could be heard was both of your panting breaths and you were having trouble staying awake, all strength leaving your body. That was when something terrifying hit you…he was still hard.

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The French Are Glad To Die For Love

A Bridgerton x Moulin Rouge crossover

pairing: Colin Bridgerton x ? word count: 2.1k words warnings: 18+ minors DNI, un-beta'd, mentions of sex, spitting, lots of debauchery authors note: surpriiise! i have been sitting on this since part 1, so to celebrate part 2 tomorrow here's my new mini-series! i have never written for Colin before, so i'm nervous, but i loved writing this.

i also need your help! i cannot decide if this mini series should be Colin x reader or a Polin fic, where Penelope is Satine. I have created a poll here for you to vote, so please let me know!

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The stars sparkle especially brightly tonight, the crimson lanterns guiding Parisians and tourists alike through the winding streets, and Colin Bridgerton stands in awe of it all.

He’d read stories, heard tales of this place during long nights at Whites, but nothing could have quite prepared him for what lay ahead of him, a long string of lights hanging in the sky leading the way to his destination.

The Moulin Rouge.

A house of debauchery and sin, of freedom and truth, filled to the brim with bohemians and artists and beautiful women unlike anything or anyone he’s ever seen before. Even now, 30 feet away from the illuminated windmill, he can hear the music and the joy spilling out from the building. His senses are filled with the perfume of hundreds of women passing him by the minute, all with real, toothy grins he rarely has the pleasure of seeing back home. It is far too impolite to be so happy in London society.

Colin steps forwards, his boots crunching against the gravel and his coattails flying in the breeze. His shoulders brush more wonderfully merry, positively inebriated partygoers on his way in, catching odd fragments of conversations that would have scandalised him and his whole family were he elsewhere.

But he wasn’t elsewhere. He was here, in the city of love, away from anybody who had ever known the name Bridgerton. His clean slate clutched close to his chest, waiting to find out what will be written on it next, Colin feels the fresh air on his face for the last time before his life is changed forever.

The heat hits him first, a symptom he knew all too well of too many people packed into a small space. But unlike every ball he’s been to, this doesn’t feel claustrophobic or fusty. It feels alive.

There is a feast for the eye wherever one looks. Burlesque dancers showing off stockings and garters by kicking their legs up, toes pointing towards the aerial hoops holding acrobats hanging from the ceiling. Gentlemen, if you can call them that in this state, wearing top hats, arm in arm with their glasses raised high, spilling their contents all over the wooden floor.

The music blasts loud from each instrument the band masterfully pluck or blow or bang, but laughter and conversation buzzes amongst the melodies. It is a near overwhelming amount of joy, one Colin certainly could use a drink to wash it down with.

If he could just find the bar…

Bodies fill his view, so entangled in each other it is difficult to tell where one starts and another ends. Frilly skirts flow over the knees of suits as ladies dangle from the necks of patrons, sharing cigars and passing around bottles of an unknown green liquid. Rosy cheeks as far as the eye can see, wether from too much of that green stuff or the exertion of all that dancing, Colin can’t be sure. Between them all, in tiny empty spaces, he can just about make out rows of bottles and glasses.

Weaving through the crowd is like treading through water, but their energy and joy seems to rub off on him. There isn’t a dance card in sight, women choosing their partners themselves whenever they like with a freedom Colin isn’t sure he’s ever seen before. Is this truly what people are designed to be when they are free?

Eventually, his hands find the sticky wood of the bar, quickly lifting themselves back off it on instinct at the sensation. When Colin looks to his left, he sees a woman pouring a shot of liquor between her breasts, a man knelt below her waiting to lick it back up, and he quickly realises why the bar feels so tacky- every surface here seems to be host to someone’s revelry.

“Welcome to the Moulin Rouge, monsieur. Can I get you a drink?”

Colin’s attention is quickly pulled by the welcome, his gaze snapping to a tall French woman dripping with red jewels that compliment her rich brown skin perfectly. She is captivating to be sure, deep hazel eyes commanding Colin’s attention, competing with the most incredible curls of hair he has ever seen. Ladies of the ton are welcome no matter their race back home, but Colin has never seen a lady allowed to wear her hair so beautifully natural before. The Afro framing her face has more tiny rubies that sparkle under the cabaret lights, and Colin is speechless.

“I…uh, pardon me, Miss, I-“ he sighs, giving up entirely at his failed attempt at decorum, “Is it so obvious I have never been here before?”

She laughs, gems twinkling as her head shakes with mirth.

“Not at all, but most gentlemen who have been here before know to wear a top hat. And there’s that look in your eye…”

As she speaks, she pours out one finger of the green liquor Colin has spotted a few times already, sliding it along the wood towards him.

“Wonder. Drink this. It will help with the nerves.”

Colin looks down, finding himself fascinated with a drink that seems to glow of its own volition. He has smoked blends and meditated with world weary travellers from across the globe, drank tea containing unknown substances that left him staring at blades of grass as if they held the worlds secrets, and yet this… whatever it is, seems to terrify him.

The barmaid laughs again, that melodic sound with the real joy Colin very much enjoys.

“It’s only absinthe, monsieur. Loosens the inhibitions, relaxes the body…” she explains, pouring a second out for herself and lifting it to him as if to prove her credibility.

“Santé.” He toasts to health.

“Amour.” She toasts to something far greater.

It leaves no room for argument, and all Colin can do is lift his own glass and tap it against hers.

It burns his tongue, leaving a fiery trail down his throat as he swallows and tries not to cough and splutter. A bitter yet herby anise flavour fights with his taste buds and seems to seep straight into his mind, teasing at those tense knots that held him back from fully immersing himself here.

When his eyes eventually reopen, he finds the barmaid beaming at him, unphased by her own potion. Rather used to it, if she shares a glass with every newcomer, he should think.

“Be careful, though, monsieur. Many a man has spent a night with the stuff and swears he fell in love with a fairy dressed all in green. Ruined him for any other woman for the rest of his life…” She speaks words that belong in fairytale, with a tone containing such severity Colin is inclined to take every single one of them as gospel.

“I dare say I should be careful, then. I do not think this green fairy would want to join the rest of my travels when she can instead entice all of Paris’ men to sin…”

The residue of the liquor smells just as strong as the full measure, which Colin tries to blink out of his senses when he puts the glass back on the bar.

Almost as if society itself had cleared its throat at him, Colin remembers himself, remembers just where he is. Undoubtedly the most unique establishment he had ever set foot in, but an establishment all the same.

“I beg your pardon, miss, I seem to forget myself. How much do I owe you for the drink?”

She considers him.

“Hm, the absinthe I think… for you, a kiss.”

Colin, already pulling coins from his breast pocket, pauses, a little grin tugging at the corner of his lip. The francs clink together when they fall back to the bottom of his pocket, a long forgotten currency of the past. It’s a perfect reminder of just how different things are here, how easily walls crumble between strangers and connection is offered so freely. He has never kissed a woman he has not paid for back home, so afraid of getting too close to another in case they ruin each other. Here, a beautiful woman leans over the bar, offering her flushed cheek for him to softly press his lips against.

And he does.

And it is lovely.

“If any more handsome men capture the eye of Mademoiselle Belle, I will surely be out of business!” A loud, hearty voice pulls Colin from one blissful moment back into the party.

He regards a rather large man, clad in a red tailcoat and stunning golden waistcoat. His top hat, near the same to all the other gentlemen in the room but somehow grander, tops wild orange curls that match a fantastic handlebar moustache. A true ring leader to this wonderful circus of debauchery Colin has found himself in.

“Harold Zidler, at your service. Welcome to the Moulin Rouge.”

“Colin Bridgerton.” He replies, offering a hand that Harold seems bemused at. Unsurprising, considering what passes for currency around here. Nonetheless, Harold shakes the offered hand.

”I must say, your establishment is rather…” he hesitates, unable to find a word in any language he has picked up along his travels that quite captures the Moulin Rouge. Perhaps he could blame the absinthe, or the intoxicating hedonism he feels rooting its way through his mind, hidden in the brass notes from the band and thrown with each cancan kick of one of the dancers that surrounds him.

Luckily, Harold seems well used to this phenomenon.

“Isn’t it? And you have seen nothing yet! I assume you are not from around here?”

”It is rather obvious, I have been told.” Colin adds a glance to Miss Belle, who’s skirt frills bounce in the lights while she shakes up a cocktail. He adds, “London.”

”Well, Monsieur Bridgerton, I promise you that what we have here in the Moulin Rouge is unlike anything you have back home in London.”

Colin’s eye is caught again across the room, as a beautiful woman with blonde tumbling waves spits a drink into a man’s mouth.

“I am inclined to agree with you there.”

It truly is unlike anything back home. Colin has travelled across Europe and back again, seen incredible sights and met wonderful people. He has felt that ease that distance from London society and its unwritten laws and social rules that bind him back home can bring. He’s seen beauty and felt freedom and thought he might have found truth somewhere along the way, but it pales to whatever is contained within these four walls.

In truth, it couldn’t be farther from London society.

”Just wait until you see my Diamond, Monsieur.”

… Perhaps not.

Intrigue hits Colin as Harold pulls out a pocket watch on a brilliant gold chain.

“Your diamond?”

”My Sparkling Diamond. The main attraction of the Moulin Rouge, my most sought after little chickee.” He speaks proudly, with a mist in his eye Colin normally finds on ambitious Mamas at grand balls, secretly trying to auction their daughters off to the highest rank.

“I do not believe she is booked yet for tonight…” Harold adds, that mist darkening, disappearing, leaving a shiver stuck between Colin’s shoulder blades.

Not because this Diamond is a courtesan. Colin is hardly a stranger to the profession, and he bears no judgement. In truth, he admires the women he has been known to spend the night with, finding the courage of living outside society so freely quite brave indeed. No, that shiver came from Harold entirely, Colin just cannot figure out why.

Harold excuses himself, though makes sure Colin knows to stay for the show, and Colin orders a whiskey on the rocks, insisting on paying in cash this time. Though singular in person, he has never felt less alone in his life. Looking around, there isn’t an empty chair in the house. If there were, there wouldn’t be room to put it down for all the dancers and patrons enjoying every ounce of the world they can. Music played straight from the soul ringing in his ears, Colin could make out every instrument. The lights dazzled in his eyes and the spot caught him every so often, lighting his drink up in his hand like golden ambrosia.

And then, darkness. Silence.

A single spot, though the mirrors scattered around catch the light and illuminate the faces of the people around him. Everybody is looking upwards, as if they all know she is coming.

Even if he did know, Colin could never have prepared himself for what he saw when he looked up.

Who he saw.

The Sparkling Diamond, shimmering high on a swing hanging from the ceiling.

The most beautiful, breathtaking, person he has ever seen. In any city, on any continent in the world.

Crimson lips part as each and every person hangs on the breath she takes.

”The French are glad to die for love…”

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armoredisopod · 28 days ago

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Rose Salt, 5* Welfare Multi-Target Medic

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Whether anyone can see it or not, the crystals are still there, but i'm still standing.

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I hear the waves crashing at the sides of the boat, heralding our victory.

With this ship at the center, i will interpret my own Iberia.

Operator Outfits Update

Total of 4 new outfits, 1 new addition for the MARTHE brand, 2 new additions for the Shining Steps brand and 1 new addition for the Icefield Messenger brand

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Harold's outfit will be up for sale during The Rides to Lake Silberneherze Retrospect

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Rose Salt being part of the Multi-Target Medic branch immediately gets her module

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Module 1 given to Surtr, Vina Victoria, Guard Amiya and Mousse

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Exodus from the Pale Sea, an Iberia side story event

The traveler who is guided by reason returns to his homeland without common sense.

He saw ships without oars traveling across a sea without water, men without desires hoisting sails without direction,

Saw a man who begged for death condemning himself to live, and a man who was robbed of everything by the sea leaving everything behind and running toward the sea.

How should he understand it, and what can he do to change it?

Uh well, first he has to figure out how to deal with the chains on his body and the gallows not far away, right?

The Rides to Lake Silberneherze Retrospect, scheduled after Exodus from the Pale Sea

Poly Vision Museum, limited time mini-games event, scheduled after The Rides to Lake Silberneherze Retrospect

Operator Archives update for Rose Salt, Tecno, Ceylon and Courier

Record Restore update for The Black Forest Wills a Dream, What the Firelight Casts and Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow

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cinnamonest · 8 months ago

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Hiii I absolutely adore your work!! You're legit my favorite fic writer, every word you put down is gospel amen 🙏 If youre still doing requests, maybe what about albedo x tall reader? I love how you write him so much, im 6ft tall myself and am fiending for yan stuff for tall girls since tall women are always written to be strong and dominant which kills me inside since im the total opposite...

Luckily he's not really insecure about it or anything, not like one of those people who gets all neurotic and has a complex. It's just. You know. He wouldn't mind getting a bit taller, is all. But if he ever starts getting too hung up over it, the feeling then loops back to feeling embarrassed over being insecure over something like that, so he tries to just ignore any feelings on it entirely.

He does handle your greater stature than himself better than some other, more insecure short boys, though. So long as you don’t bring the matter up, he won’t either. He genuinely doesn’t care about having others poke fun at him, which some of the knights he works with certainly do, given that it’s not everyday you see a guy with a girlfriend so much taller than himself, but he has very little regard for the opinions of those he doesn’t care much about and is thus largely unaffected.

He does, however, care what you think. He’s the sort of person who buries any insecurities he may have and ensures he never brings them up or makes them known, but he does worry just a bit that you wish he was taller, that it compromises the respect you have for him, or worse, that you’ll get wandering eyes… he feels sick to his stomach if he sees you talking to some tall guy, even more so than the sickness he already feels seeing you talk to anyone.

And even if you tease him about the matter, he handles that very well, albeit with a twitching to his smile that you may notice if you look carefully. He wants to give off the impression that it doesn’t bother him, even if it kinda does, just a little.

This also ends up accelerating his obsessive tendencies, the insecurity gets to him and he acts more impulsively and more recklessly than he would normally, and you’ll find that the situation between you escalates much faster to the point of captivity.

Regardless, you have no need to worry. The man does not have a submissive bone in his body… unnaturally so, even.

Like you know how, as a general rule, most men tend to lean towards dominant tendencies and aren’t really submissive per se, but are still gonna salivate and get into it if you “take charge”?

He’s not even like that. The notion of you having any sort of control or autonomy in the matter sort of… bothers him. He’s too obsessively fixated on control, and uses sex as a catharsis by which having control and seeing that control actively exerted on you brings him satisfaction and comfort and assurance, so any bit of said control being taken away gets under his skin fast.

Enthusiasm would be a pleasant surprise, sure, he likes you participating, but any time you attempt to actively control the steps and movement, or gods forbid try to push him to do or move in the way you want, he gets a little… twitchy. He’s not one to vocalize his thoughts too much, but you notice pretty much immediately, you can tell it irks him that you’re moving too much on your own, based on the firm grabs to your sides and wrists and efforts to quietly contort your body the way he wants you to, and a heavy huff of frustration when you fail to comply or try to go back to the position you were in before. It feels wrong, you should be bending and moving to the way his hands and words guide you, and failure to abide by it only strengthens the intensity of the impulse to force you under it by any means necessary.

Should you be a particularly bratty type, you can use this to your advantage by intentionally continuously breaking out of his hold or pushing back against the way he tries to push you into certain positions and outright disobeying… but that’s one of those “playing with fire” type of behaviors, and it stops being so amusing when he’s got you on your knees, held up by a fistful of hair, looming over you with an ominous, icy stare… and you may find yourself regretting your defiance, and up may be the only direction you get to look at him from now on.

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wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Regarding your last post, i would honestly love to see a jealous jade >:'DD

Jade doesn't seem like the type to get jealous easily and can keep himself usually in control.

So, like, imagine Jade heard/saw Miss Raven giving Rollo a Tour (because her generous uncle asked her to do so). Jade would probably find the situation amusing at first and would probably if he had the chance to tease miss raven about it, before he noticed how much time the two would have to spend together (again, explaining/giving a tour takes time). He would act as if he isn’t jealous. Jade would greatly maintain his facade with a smile. Jade would be seething on the inside while glaring holes at Rollo while quietly following them and just happen to stumble upon them wherever they went (What a coincidence!)

Or he would grab Miss Raven (just like in the fanart) and pull her close to him while he would scoff and mock Rollo under his breath. Imagine Rollo and Jade glaring at each other while Miss Raven is in between them.

Once alone, Jade would probably use his crocodile tears, sigh dramatically, or fake a pitiful expression trying to Guilt trip or make Miss Raven feel bad. Saying stuff like how's she's "cheating" on him. 😔

Rest assured, Jade wouldn’t let this incident pass by just like that. Now that he has a "love rival" (besides Rook), he has to step up his advances towards Miss Raven. After all, he can't just let his precious "Prey" escape from his grasp. How amusing Fu fu fu fu.

What do you think...? 👀

[Referencing this post!; the “giving Rollo a tour” premise comes from this fic!]

Actually, I have to confess that Rollo has basically replaced Rook in my “top 3 TWST characters” list… OTL Superior fictional French man/j 😔 L*ona is in that top 3 ranking too—

EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT JEALOUS JADE 💀 I think about what he said he’d do to anyone that betrays him (in book 4)… ngl hot I’m sure he’s patient and meticulous about plotting his revenge though it’s one of his many charm points💕

I’m going to go a little ham with the rot prompt so @w@ I’ll slap it under a cut—

J word just doing his thing, passing as a Normal Student on campus when suddenly he spots his usual target for bullying teasing walking around with a stranger (he knows all the NRC students’ information by heart :)) as part of his information broker duties in Octavinelle). Ah, this must be the representative from NBC—the headmaster was in a tizzy about finding a tour guide for him, according to Azul upon his return from last week’s dorm leader meeting. The poor sap assigned the task? Miss Raven. He chuckles to himself, wondering how she’s faring with it. Should he mess with her? He should, shouldn’t he?

So Jade goes over to introduce himself, shakes Rollo’s hand and everything. He immediately notices him going for the handkerchief, how Rollo masks his expression with it—Jade already knows there’s more to him than meets the eye. He then goes to greet Raven, who is frozen in shock. “Erm… good to see you as well…” she says, trying to stay polite in front of their guest. (“You’re acquainted?” Rollo asks, to which she hurriedly replies he’s a waiter at Azul’s eatery.) Raven’s quick to guide him away, insisting that they’re on a tight schedule (they’re not), just to put distance between them and Jade. A shame he can’t fluster her more, but he’s patient—he can wait. Jade wishes them well and waves… but he doesn’t fail to notice Rollo passing him a stern look before leaving. The feeling the mututal, Jade doesn’t trust him one bit.

As Rollo is being led away, he addresses his tour guide. “That man’s smile was quite the fantastical ruse”. (“Oh, he’s always like that,” Raven says dismissively. “Don’t mind him.”) He scoffs, then asks, “… What is he to you?” to which Raven bashfully changes the subject. This only earns a suspicious glare from Rollo, but he doesn’t press further.

There’s something very offputting about Rollo, Jade just doesn’t know what it is yet. Jade’s a curious merman, so he sets to following the duo investigating for himself. The mild discomfort, unfortunately, only seems to grow the more and more he witnesses of Rollo and Raven. With Jade, she’s always so snippy and defensive—but with Rollo, she’s more encouraging and cheery. More forgiving. Then he catches her holding Rollo’s hand (albeit just to stare at his shiny ring). Sharing her favorite stories. Admiring the flowers. Having lunch. Feeding the birds and singing to them. Such raw, unguarded moments. She’s wary of showing that side of herself to Jade, yet to so easily share it with Rollo… He feels something dark and ugly twisting inside of him. Jealousy.

Jade makes it a point to be petty by “accidentally” interrupting their moments together. They’re just coincidences, he insists. Happenstance. Certainly not well-coordinated efforts to drive a wedge between them. (Jade literally stands between Rollo and Raven, making sure to include Rollo in the conversation so it’s not obvious what his intentions are—to monopolize her attention.) After the third encounter though, Rollo calls Jade out on his bullshit farce (“You honestly believe I would be convinced these encounters are mere coincidences? I am no fool. You’ve been following us around, haven’t you?”), which leads into Jade’s whole fake crying schtick (“I would never do such a heinous thing!! Shikushiku… Rollo-san does not trust me. Such a cruelty toward your peers.”)…

dbsvsjsc)cayDRSt/2egabwkeju788!j THEN MAYBE LIKE. Jade is especially dramatic (because he wants to piss Rollo off) and like lays his head on Raven’s shoulder or in the crook of her neck and pretend-sobs, asking Raven to please comfort him in his time of distress… and Rollo, being a prude, gets all mad about it????? Calling it indecent behavior and how dare he engage in public cuddling— (meanwhile Raven is short circuiting over here—) “J-J-Jade-senpai, p-please remove yourself from me! Y-You’re… you’re too close!! And too big! And heavy!!” she squeals, trying to shove him off (to no avail).

“Ah, it seems Miss Raven too has chosen to reject me,” Jade laments. “Whatever shall I do…? Perhaps I will die of a broken heart and dissipate into mere sea foam.” (“S-Stop being overdramatic! You’re fine…” Again, she tries to pull away, and shoots Rollo an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean for…”) And there it is again—jealousy, now pulsating and hot. A hand shoots out, seizing Raven by the arm and pulling her close to him again. Jade drops the facade, holding her chin in one hand while he regards Rollo with a cold smile. Rollo meets him with a glare. “At last, you show your true colors.”

“Alas, you’ve yet to reveal your own to me.” Jade’s eyes are half-lidded, bemused. “You wear that mask of civility quite well—I cannot help but fret for the safety and wellbeing of my poor, sweet Miss Raven when she is left alone with you.” (Rollo’s eyes narrow at that. “You’re of no real importance to her,” he scoffs. “What a swelled ego you must have to elevate yourself to a higher pedestal. You ought to humble yourself.”)

Rollo steps forward, as if ready to retrieve his tour guide and to be on his merry way with her. Jade’s eyes flash dangerously—but he returns his attention to his captured prey, sharp teeth and warm breath at her ear as a whisper slinks out. “Please permit me to borrow your lips, Miss Raven.” (“H-Huh…? What are you say… NMMMMMMPHGH?!”) And suddenly 🤡 bro’s aggressively kissing her right in front of Rollo, who’s standing there utterly shocked and appalled. She gasps and tears away to catch her breath, to give Jade a piece of her mind for giving her a fright—but here he comes again 💀 this time lightly peppering her face with kisses, (murmuring sweet affirmations inbetween), just to reaaaaaally drive the message home to Rollo.

Speaking of Rollo, he points a shaky finger at Jade and starts firing off ALL the bad words in his lexicon (harlot, degenerate, pervert, freak…!!). Jade smirks, considering it a victory to both unnerve Rollo as well as making it clear what his relationship with “the tour guide” really is. Unfortunately for Jade, Raven’s annoyed with him, beating her small fists against his chest and pouting. He laughs and ruffles her hair fondly in spite of her protests. There’s her shyness, her cute vulnerable side. All for him, none for Rolloz

I’m not sure where it would go from here honestly 💦 but!! I do think that once Jade leaves the scene and Rollo and Raven have a moment with just the two of them, Rollo calms down from his outrage. “That odious man stole a kiss without obtaining proper consent. He has harmed you.” The disdain in his words is palpable. What follows, however, is more uncertain—Rollo’s not very good at being comforting. “… Are you alright?“ “Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stammers, though she’s still embarrassed knowing that he had been a witness to Jade’s… possessiveness. Without realizing it, Raven’s fingers drift to her mouth, where the ghost of an eel’s lips linger. Rollo’s eyes follow, and they heat with an intense, unknown emotion.

“… Come here,” he orders. (Raven does.) Rollo wets his handkerchief using water drawn from the courtyard’s well, then sponges her face off with it. You’d think he’d aggressively scrub her down to be thorough and to fully expunge the merman cooties but no—he’s surprisingly gentle. “There. I’m afraid that is the best I can do for now. You should wash your face well tonight to ensure you are clean and free of… him.”

“Earlier, I asked what that man is to you. From your reaction, I had suspected him a beau—but no self-respecting person would act so shamelessly, nor disregard the wishes of their partner. Alas, that is how mages are: wicked and selfish to their very cores.” Rollo sighs as he wrings his handkerchief. “… If you ever find yourself becoming frustrated with his behavior, you need only seek my counsel. While it’s true that you live among mages, it’s clear that they’ve poisoned your mind. Perhaps it is possible to dispel that miasma and to guide you on a more righteous path. Renounce Night Raven College and its teachings. Revert to your natural state, free of magic. Come to me.”

(I’m delusional)

OH BUT AS SoON AS RORO’S OUT OF THE piCTURe (ie back at NBC) YOU BET YOUR ASS J WoRD’S COMINGBACK 😭 Crocodile tears out on full display to guilt trip and to milk Miss Raven for her pity… “Shikushiku… Miss Raven, I believe I’ve said that you’ve gone and broken my heart. What will you do to compensate me for it, hmm? I do believe I am owed at least one date—no, make that two. After all, you did cheat on me with Rollo-san.” (“It wasn’t a date…! I had no choice but to serve as his guide!! Besides, it’s not a crime to spend time with other people.”) They settle back into their usual pattern of bickering, but every so often Jade will catch her scribbling away on stationary (who is it addressed to?) which reinvigorates his suspicions. Well, he supposes that Rollo can’t become too intimate with her since he’s all the way in the City of Flowers. However, Jade will remain cautious now that he’s aware of Rollo’s presence.

NOT J WORD BEING CLINGY POSt-ROLLO VISIT… Not like, being whiny but more like stepping it up with acts of service (like offering to walk her to and from class, brewing her tea, etc) 🤢 Gotta ensnare her heart while Rollo isn’t physically around… Bro’s probably also going to be checking with the mailman ghost to see if Raven’s continuing letter correspondence with Rollo… He’s going to sabotage their communication—

#twst #twisted wonderland #Jade Leech #Rollo Flamme #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Jade Leech thirst #Rollo rot #Rook Hunt #Leona Kingscholar

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Hello!! Here's a little guide on how I browse Insta for F1 moments!! ❤️🏎️✨ there are probably much better/more efficient methods out there, but here is my usual way I tap at my phone during GP weekends:

📸 via hammertimemagazine!

1. I usually start with the GP's location!! Location tags are the main way I browse for content on insta.

tbh, I'm not sure if insta lets you see other users' tags in stories? like at the moment, I can't see who tags @ danielricciardo for example (but there maybe is a way!! and what I do is overly convoluted hehe) However, you can see location tags!

First, I'll go to the GP's or the circuit's account like the Vegas GP below

2. Location tags can have specific and various wordings, so I find it easiest to go to a post and click on a location tag from there (there are so many location tags!! for example, the tagged photos for the Las Vegas GP also have locations like "Sphere" or "Las Vegas Strip" but these are less F1-focused, so I usually don't go for broader tags or just the city at-large unless the F1-related tags run dry. More on that later!)

so here in the post below, I'll click F1 Las Vegas

3. After clicking on a location, it should take you to a map like this!

I will note too, I'm on an iPhone and someone once said they couldn't see this map on Android T_T but uncertain what the issue was and this was a while ago!

4. If there's a colorful circle, there are stories to see!! 💖✨ Now I click away.

As stories pop up, I take a look at where they're posting from, like if they're in the paddock, sponsor areas, with the media, or a cool spot on track. If they are, that means their other stories may have some cool stuff, too! If something seems promising, I'll click on their account name at the top.

5. Once in the account you can view all their stories. Since we know they're at the GP, they may have other nifty moments!

6. And they do!! This is how I find content that's not in the location tag.

7. If it's one of the blorbs and it feels gucci to share, I'll save it and do a bit of editing real quick if its over-exposed/kinda blurry/etc. and then post it on here!!

8. Now I'll go back to the location tag and repeat! After clicking through all the stories in that batch (since insta loads like 20 max at a time) you can go back off the map, re-tap the location name, and the circle will re-fill with new stories. When there aren't anymore to see, the circle will be grey.

9. You can also x out of the location to main map. This will show more of the location tags in the area. I do this sometimes to see more locations I wouldn't have thought of!! Sometimes there are other tags people use and they can have cool stuff!

once through with the 20 or so stories that insta loads into the batch, you can wiggle around the map to reload it and get a new batch.

😵‍💫 as a quick note, this method (while fun to see the world!) leads to seeing a lot of unrelated-to-F1 content so it can be a bit of a time-suck

10. The last step is being extra, extra nosy and checking stories from GP-related accounts. News outlets, sponsors, musicians performing there, influencers, influencer management agencies, F1 Experiences, etc. Often brands will have country-specific accounts like redbullmexico or redbullhu which follows athletes/celebs who might be at the GP, so I'll look at their following list and click through stories.

Certain reporters often post wonderful photos! There are also of course professional photographers there!! (and it feels extra extra important to always source pro photographers' work!! It's a hard field!! And I am a mere content yoinker.)

Because I love to make life hard, I don't follow anyone on Insta and I usually keep to browsing only GPs/sporting events. I used to keep up with a musician where I kinda learned these insta ropes, and I spent a bit too much time on the web. I need to put some artificial barriers to make it tougher for myself on purpose so I go touch grass every now and then and enjoy other hobbies 🌿✨

and that's it!! ❤️ I finally understand the appeal of fishing. Sometimes you find something small, sometimes something big! You never know! I kinda like the challenge and it's a bit joyfully mindless after work, so it feels fun to teleport around through the magic of the web to see a GP.

☝️😎 Quick notes I feel I should add: folks can see if you view their stories. I use my fan account instead of my irl name account.

Also, I always handle this content thoughtfully. These are often folks' memories from race weekend they're sharing! I feel thankful to see it!! So I try to ask myself if it feels in good-taste and appropriate to re-post before sharing on tumblr dot com of course. And I'm only interested in publicly available content, but I give it a vibe check before posting ✨ and I like to source content (unless its after a GP and the stories are gone and its just a random potato gif I made!!) I usually sit on little gifs through a weekend to make a bigger set after its over.

anyways I felt like mentioning these things since I often get lost in the content sauce and like to be sure I'm sharing stuff responsibly!!

AHHH this got long!! 💞 while fun, insta diving can take some time. On a week like this, when work gets bananas, I don't have as much time to surf, and I'm so immensely thankful to other cool folks posting and sharing what they find!! 💝✨ thank you!!

if you have any questions, my ask box always is open!! thank you for reading and happy searching!! 💞🔍✨

#autumn etc #tl dr location tags hehe

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antimony-medusa · 7 months ago

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hi ur a tumblr blog that i like a lot who's really good with wording things when it comes to discussing fandom stuff. i'm wondering what ur thoughts are on fandom being really obsesssed with writing characters exactly "right". whether it's in character or writers only writing this character with other characters they like, etc. i've seen people feel self conscious about their writing and even stop because fandom will just go "why are you guys writing them like this/i'm so tired of seeing this trope/so repetitive." Fanfic writing should be fun. it shouldn't feel like the end of the world if they're writing the same things several times over. even if a character isn't 100% accurate, or they don't include that character's other lore or relationships or background or whatever. and i'm saying this as a sbi fan who got so tired of all the typical sbi tropes back in the day! sorry for this long tangent, i'm just wondering what your thoughts on this kind of stuff?

*finally escapes from my homework and life exploding enough to get to this ask*

HELLO. Okay, so.

First of all, I absolutely am tracking with the paralyzing fear that you're writing someone or a trope Wrong, and people are going to get mad at you, they're posting right now, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... maybe I just don't write it. I have put story ideas on the back burner because I'm scared of writing specific people in the idea. I noticed it especially in QSMP, you can come up against the issue of depicting people from languages you don't speak and with disabilities you don't share, and the fear that a) people will be mad at me, b) I will write something Actually Bad And Harmful— that's a vivid fear. If you decide that writing a specific character or specific read on a character is not worth the risk of blowback if you do it wrong, that's fair and I can't fault you.

But on the other hand, if you find joy in a character and you're afraid to depict them, and you step away from them, that's kind of a tiny tragedy. I understand the fear, but if your fandom participation is driven by fear, I would say that's a good sign that you need to step back from the fandom— find a new way to participate or find a new place to belong. I have a lot of anxiety and I have had to take a step back from keeping up with fandom several times, I go "okay I leaned into this a little too hard, time to unfollow some people" cause I can track in myself if my fandom creation is being modivated by fear rather than joy. And there's enough fear in my normal life, I want this to be a place of joy.

Because the thing is, if the way someone's love of a character plays out is that they post impassioned posts about characterization in the character tag, that's also fair. They get to do that. They love the character, and this is a guesture of love. If they are specifically calling out other fics that they think "did it wrong", there's a sliding scale there from "pointing out egregious racism/sexism" to "straight up being an asshole to baby writers" and that could be anywhere on there, but someone dropping an impassioned two thousand word guide to how best to write their favourite character is not hurting me or anyone else, they're also following their joy in fandom. That's not my joy, but it's a valid one.

Cause I think there's something that draws us to the characters (or the plotlines) and it's perfectly fair if someone wants to go "okay here is point by point how to depict the character that we all love", and you're running the risk of being an asshole if you go too far into it but there's also nothing wrong with going "I do not know why everyone writes this character as a humourless fighter, guy could not go more than two seconds without cracking a joke, did we even watch the same streams", as long as you're not being actively rude. Especially with people pointing out ableism, racism, sexism, etc— I can see why they would not want those tropes to continue unchallenged, and I think much of the fandom would not want to be accidentally doing a racism. I see those posts and I go Good To Know and I sock that information away.

But also, on the other hand, like, if the fandom police show up at my door/in my comments, they can come back with a warrant. If I want to take two characters who never met in fandom and have them passionately make out, that is my god-given right, no matter if it's butchering the characterization. Maybe I am the True Knower Of The Character and I know that their real true love is somebody who they never met. Maybe I just think it's funny. That's perfectly fine. This is a space where we do work for free, for fun. This is about having fun, no matter if it's cringe or cliche. If I want to write a trope that has five thousand hits on the archive about those characters already, just try and stop me. I will be writing superhero aus till they have to pry me out of this fandom with a crowbar, I think. Overdone trope? Insert "You've told this story before" "AND YOU"LL HEAR IT AGAIN" gif. My Ao3 is my little yell hole for writing things that please me, and by god am I going to write the same two characters over again in the same series of situations. This is for fun, I'm doing what's fun.

I think you just have to do a check on yourself and go "is this hurting anybody", and if it's not, straight up do what you want forever. Other people can go "I only want to see this character written as a bear" and I can go "I respect that but this fic is not for you" and write them as a nerd, and they're not hurting anyone to say that, but I'm also not hurting anyone to do it my way. I do care about depicting the character as in canon, cause that's the character I fell in love with, but also if I write a story in which I turned up the dials on his anxiety and made him adorably worried about social misteps so I can reassure him that he's fine— I also get to do that. It's not hurting anyone to be silly or cliche or cringe or make the blorbos kiss or have them be friends with different people or ignore all aspects of lore that do not bring you joy or what have you. Our fandom now, do what you want.

I think that there are a lot of different ways to do fandom, and a lot of learning to exist in fandom is letting other people do their own thing over there, and then you follow your bliss over there, and you can be as aware of them or not as you wish, but you don't have to cater to what other people like. In MCYT we do sometimes worry about creators who are only doing things because their fans/twitter want them to, and how that will lead to fear and creative burnout, and the same applies to fandom people. I think it's not a bad thing if you personally are concerned about writing the canon character and you keep going back to canon to check that, but it's also not a bad thing if you are four generations down in fandom characterization just having fun with it. And in both cases I think it's fair if the person who really likes canon doesn't read the fanon one, and the fanon person goes "but where is the [fandom tropes I like]" and doesn't read the canon one. Not everything you write or draw is going to be for everybody, and that's fine. I even have friends who love unhappy endings and I do not, and we're still friends, I just do not click through on their unhappy ending fics.

Mostly I just think you have to check yourself and go "is this actually bad or did I see someone post a rant about how tired they were of it" and if it's like "this is sexist" maybe consider if you agree with that person or not, and if it's "this trope is overdone" then do whatever you want forever.

#ask #anon #fandom meta

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sassydiamondgrl · 1 year ago

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Giving yourself peace🎀

Living at peace is one of the most enjoyable lifestyles ! When you give yourself the time to be alone and really self reflect, you find yourself being more productive, a better mood, and just relaxation. Don’t know where to start? Let me guide you!

Black Barbie’s tips for living at peace🎀

1. Block anyone that you don’t like/ have issues with or unfollow any account that brings you the wrong energy/mindset.

Once you stop associating with someone, why would you want to keep their number? Or even their social media. That should be an immediate no. For all you know, they could be stalking your page just to find something to use against you! Blocked & deleted. Also unfollow any toxic accounts on platforms. (Instagram, Tiktok, X) etc. Once you start finding peace, you wanna watch videos or listen to advice that is actually useful and will help you in the long run. Follow motivation accounts, iconic quotes, even pinterest can bring you peace just with their visualization.

2. Avoid arguing and drama!

Some may feel the need to argue or step up as soon as someone says something about them & charge. Yes we all might have that feeling (I get it too sometimes) but once you become cool, calm, & collected, (the 3 C’s!) you are unstoppable! Without a reaction people will tell that you don’t care about what they have to say about you because you already know your worth as a pretty girl. So ignoring can go a good way. However, if you find it hard to ignore, just tell that someone (or group of people) that you don’t care & don’t say anything more. If you do need to control your anger when stuff like this happens, listening to meditation videos & music really helps. Most importantly, STAY OUTTA DRAMA. Once you develop this habit, you don’t have to worry about who to defend or even getting yourself involved in a situation that has nothing to do with you, you can get yourself in trouble. If someone is constantly bringing you into drama, consider distancing yourself from them.

3. Drop any fake friends

This kind of refers to step 1. but please drop fake friends! These people just come into your life to make you miserable and look down on yourself. I have had my fair share of fake friends and it’s not pretty. It can even be guy friends, not just jealous envious girls. Sometimes it could be hard to identify who is a fake friend in your life but if you connect the dots, you may have one. Here are signs to watch out for:

• Talks bad about you “jokingly”

• Doesn’t compliment your success/your pics

• Takes it to heart when you have something that they don’t

• Never defends your name

• Doesn’t invite you anywhere

• Uses you (for $$, talking to a guy, schoolwork) etc.

• Always comes to you asking for advice (you end up feeling used)

Of course there could be more signs but just please watch out for them & if they are fake drop them immediately. Once you do, you won’t regret it. Instead surround yourself with more positive friends.

4. Spending time off your phone

(ofc don’t throw out your phone like serena, lol you’re gonna need it sooner or later)

When you spend less time on your phone you won’t believe the things you could get done.

• Studying

• Everything showers

• Cleaning

• Reading

• Baking/ cooking

• Putting outfits together

• Spending time with family & friends

• Working out

5. Writing in a diary/journal

At the end of the day, I just love to write down what i’m feeling and my plans for the next days ahead in my comfy pjs and pink pen (or my notes app) it relaxes me & also helps when i have nobody to talk to about how im feeling because im naturally shy (trying to break this habit lol). But when i do this i always feel 10x better & sometimes i listen to good music too.

But I hope you guys loved reading this helpful advice on how to live at peace!

xoxo, Black Barbie💋

#itgirl tips #it girl #divine feminine #pink aesthetic #becoming that girl #be that girl #self concept #self care #pretty girls #aura

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months ago

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Undercover ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Princess in the Tunnels

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Chapter Thirteen - The Line of Succession

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Please note that I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, or published anywhere other than my Tumblr. Reblogs are most welcome though!

“The tunnels are interconnected through the main residences,” Harold explains over a map of Parliament. “There are hidden rooms that were built during the 2nd War for the royal children. Now, in the video, the rooms look familiar, which makes me think they are closer to Buckingham then Kensington.” He pointed at the streets. “These streets are built right over the tunnels. You can use them as a guide. I’m certain that she would be closer to where the center would be.” He pointed a little away from Parliament.

“Would Walker have help?” Pooch asked.

“He can find it,” Hart said. “Any ex-military would help at this point.”

“Shit,” Clay said. “Alright, we need to send a team from every directions. Pooch, Cougar, take a team and go through Buckingham. Jensen, Aish and I will take another team from here and converge in those rooms. Sir, are there any other openings we should be aware of?”

“There are two more. One at Kensington and one at Clarence House.”

“Hart, send two teams to those locations and hold. Take down anyone who escapes. We’ll smoke them out. Your Majesty, please advise the location of the entrances. Saddle up.” Orders were given in comms as the team prepared. “Jake? Are you ok?”

Jake strapped on his vest and attached clips to his belt, his face neutral, concentrating on his weapons. “I’m fine.”

“Focus on Sam.”

“I am.” He glared at the king. “She’s my everything.”

Clay sighed but nodded. “I know. Ready?”

Jake nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

All the teams broke off to their locations. Both Kings followed Jake’s team to the opening. “Make sure their majesties are secure,” Hart said.

“Wait,” Anthony stepped up. “Jake, a moment.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Please, just a moment. My sister and I don’t have the best relationship and a lot of that is on me. I was training for this job, and I resented the fact that my mother died, and my father had an affair. I wasn’t fair on Samantha, and I am sorry.”

“Don’t tell me. Tell her. Because she needs her brother. She needs to know that she is more than the spare heir to the throne. That she’ll still be loved after she is thrown away because you have kids. I have to go.” Jake walked away and got his weapon ready to go.

Sam squirmed in her seat, trying desperately to get free from her restraints. Finally, she huffed. “Excuse me, Major?”

“Princess?”

“I need to use the restroom please.”

Major Walker rolled his eyes. Kidnapping was not something he likes but was a necessary evil. He had to avenge his fallen brothers, brothers that had lost their lives for no good reason. The crown was so out of touch. Look at the princess he was guarding. She was going to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want. Listening to her cry for a few days when she refused to leave her room. If he thought it was smart, he would have suggested to Prince Edward that Samantha would be a good queen for their cause instead of his son.

He reached down and undid the knot and grasped her arm. “Quick, Your Royal Highness.” He pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.

Sam looked around. She looked under the sink and in the shower. There was nothing that she could use to incapacitate the soldier guarding her. She had liked Walker when she met him the few days before. He made her feel secure, however now, she felt very stupid for trusting the man. She used the bathroom and as she washed her hands, it occurred to her that she would have an advantage when she exited. Walker had to bend down to re-tie her hands since she was much shorter than he was. That would be her chance.

She grasped the door handle and took a deep breath.

Clay led the team down the tunnels, staying in a tight formation, Jake at his six. They cleared every room they found, their team of six handling three rooms at once. “We’re close to the room the king said she must be in. Team, report.”

“Bravo team is almost to the target. Five rooms left,” he heard Pooch say.

“Charlie team, four rooms to target,” a captain named Mace said.

“Roger that, we are three rooms away.”

Suddenly, there was noise on the comms. “Bravo team engaging.”

“Pooch, how many?”

“Team of six that we can see. We are cut off from the tunnel.”

“Fuck, Charlie team?”

“We’re being engaged. Fall back.” More shots could be hears.

“Alpha team, we need to be ready.”

That’s when Jake heard it. Over the sounds of shots being fired, a scream came through.

“Sam!”

Anthony paced back and forth. The transition from heir to king had been going too smoothly. His fiancé had been planning their wedding, so he was out of that. It was just his coronation left. It was rare that a monarch stepped down from their role. It was usually death that caused the change. But his father was sick and needed to focus on his health. They hadn’t told Samantha because she was out of the spotlight and the prognosis had been positive. Until six months ago. Then the threats started.

“We should have told her. She might have taken this more seriously,” Anthony told his father. “Announcing your abdication definitely set Edward off.”

“Yes, you are probably right but we can’t what if right now. We have to hope that her beau finds her, alive and unharmed.” Harold rubbed at his temple. “We need to rethink our approach on her status.” He looked to his son. “Captain Jensen is not wrong, Anthony.”

“About what?”

“About the fact that this is not her home. Not without her mother,” Harold sighed, “or him at her side.”

“He is a commoner.”

“He is in love with your sister. Has done everything he could to protect her.”

“He can’t rule next to her.” Anthony stopped. “The people will never accept it.”

Harold smiled. “You will be amazed at what my people embrace.”

Anthony huffed. “We just let her marry him?”

“Yes,” Harold simply said. “They love each other. And if there is anything this world needs, its more love. You have to understand that with the way you fought for Elizabeth for you.”

“Elizabeth is of royal descent. That is completely different.”

“No, it's not son. Sam was raised as a commoner. It should have been expected that she would fall for a commoner. And from what I can tell, Jake Jensen is a good man who loves my daughter. That’s all a father can really hope for when they have a daughter.”

Sam exited the bathroom and stopped. “Turn around,” Walker told her She spun around. “Hands,” he ordered. She put her hand behind her. As soon as she could feel him behind her and had one cuff on her, she threw her head back and a satisfying crunch echoed into the room.

“Son of a bitch!” Walker grabbed at his nose, trying to staunch the blood coming out. He took a step back and that was his mistake. Sam pounced on the opportunity. She slammed her heel into his foot, rammed her knee in his groin, dropping him to the floor. She grabbed the keys he dropped to undo the handcuff on her wrist. Walker coughed and tried to get up, but Sam kicked him in the stomach dropping him again.

“Don’t mess with me Walker.” She used the key to unlock the door. She carefully opened it and peeked out. She couldn’t hear anything, which was a good or bad thing. Only time would tell on that. She stayed close to the wall, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She heard footsteps and moved into the doorway of another room, hiding in the shadow.

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and another by her waist. Sam bit down to have the man let her go and she screamed. The man grabbed her by the throat this time, cutting off her air. “Stupid little girl,” he said.

Sam clawed at his hand, trying to regain air into her body. “Don’t kill her,” another voice said. “We still need her. Sam could see her uncle in her peripherals.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.” Sam knew that voice. Peter Cambridge. He let go of her throat slightly and Sam gulped in air.

“Peter? Why?”

“Why? Because if I marry you, I get an upgrade.” Peter leaned into her neck to whisper to her. “I’ll breed you and kill your brother and become king. I’m ready to kill your uncle as well.”

“No, please... don’t hurt my brother.” She struggled against him. “Please, Peter, don’t do this.” Sam turned her head at the sound of gun shots. “Help me!”

“Shut up bitch!” Peter grasped her neck again.

“We need to get out of here,” Edward said. “My son has a car waiting for us.”

“Excellent.” Peter withdrew the gun from behind him and shot Edward in the leg. Sam struggled against him, crying. “I would recommend you stop, Your Royal Highness.” He turns the gun to her head. “Wouldn’t want it to go off accidentally. Now, move.” He pushed her into the hallway, looking around. He walked toward Kensington.

“Freeze!”

Jake heard the second scream and went to run towards the noise, but Clay stopped him. “I don’t need you shot as well.”

“I need to get to her.” Jake struggled.

“No! We do this smart.” Clay signaled for two agents to move forward and take position before the final door. Jake and Clay moved to the other side and took cover against the wall. The halls were silent again. “Threat neutralized,” Pooch said over the comms.

“All clear,” came from the Charlie team.

And then they heard it. “We need to get out of here,” Edward said. “My son has a car waiting for us.”

“Excellent.”

And the gunshot.

“I would recommend you stop Your Royal highness. Wouldn’t want it to go off accidentally. Now, move.”

Jake watched as her gown peeked before he saw her. Then he saw the hand on her neck and the gun to her head, followed by Peter Cambridge.

One of the soldiers on the other side raised his gun. “Freeze!”

Peter moved them towards the soldier, allowing Jake to come up from behind and put his gun to Peter’s head. “Let her go.”

“I’ll kill her before you have the chance.” He tightened his grip on Sam’s neck.

“You really want to mess with a man in love with a woman you are hurting? Joke’s on you, I guess.” Jake brought the butt of the gun onto Peter’s head, causing his hold on Sam to loosen. She elbowed Peter and Clay pulled her away as Jake pushed Peter to his knees. He moved in front of Peter with the gun still pointed. “I should kill you right here for hurting my girl.”

“She is nothing but a worthless woman who has nothing!” A tickle of blood ran down Peter’s face. “Her father didn’t want her, and her brother would rather marry her off than deal with her.”

Jake cocked the gun to fire, but Sam touched his arm. “This isn’t you JJ. You are not a killer.”

“Sam, he...”

“I know, my love, but we will allow the law to take him. Please, put the gun down.”

Jake looked at his girl, the bruises forming on her neck. She was pale and trembling from lack of food and water. “You are lucky she is still alive because you owe her your life.” He holstered his weapon.

“I knew Americans were weak, but I never expected for a princess to fall for such a pussy.”

“Huh, and I thought that an Englishman would have better manners and restraint.” Jake went to walk away but then whirled around and punched Peter in the side of the head, knocking him out. “Motherfucker, he has a hard head.” Jake shook out his hand. He reached over and pulled Sam into a hug. “Thank God you’re ok baby.”

“I’m ok. Just tired and thirsty.”

“Sir, there is a man shot in the leg in the room. “It's His Royal Highness, Prince Edward.”

“Is he ok?” Clay asked,

“The bullet is a through and through, but it doesn’t look like it hit anything major. We need a medic.”

“Roger that,” Clay said, getting on the radio to call in the other groups.

Jake pinched Sam’s chin gently to tip her head back and forth. “You’ll bruise pretty good but I don’t think he did any damage. Did they hurt you anywhere else?” he asked her.

“My hands from being handcuff but otherwise, I’m ok.”

“Imma get you outta here.” Jake started to walk her back the way they came.

“Wait!” Sam went back to Clay. “My cousin, Lewis, is waiting with a car outside Kensington.”

Clay smiled. “Alright I’ll let the police know upstairs.” He kissed Sam’s forehead. “I’m happy to see you, Your Royal Highness.”

“Sam,” she replied with a smile.

“Sam. Why don’t you let Jake take you up to the doctor? Your father and brother are waiting for you.”

Sam threw her arms around Clay, who held her close. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“It was nothing, Besides, Jake did the leg work.” He squeezed her one more before shooing her away. “Out, see the doc and then go to bed. Jake?”

"I’ve got it. C’mon sweetheart, this way.” He took her hand and guided her out. “So, where’s my thank you hug?”

“Oh, Jakey, I don’t like voyeurs to see the thank you I have planned for you.” She smiled as he grinned. He bent to cup her knees and lifted her into his arms.

“We better hurry then.”

The sound of giggles floated through the passage.

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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Let JD join the judgment day challenge 💜

Summary: The reader and Jordan have been dating in secret for a while. But when Damian goes off on Jordan for trying to help out the Judgment Day, the secret gets exposed.

The hotel room is silent while you work on your makeup in the bathroom. You can hear the faint sound of the muted TV in the other room as well as some faint shuffling about from Jordan.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you done yet?" Jordan pokes his head in the bathroom impatiently.

"Almost." You assure him as you pick up your eyelash curler. "You're lucky that you're not with Rhea. That wannabe goth takes so fucking long to do her makeup, I swear." You add. "You know I let her borrow one of my favorite expensive mascaras once and she used damn near the whole tube? It was a new one as well."

Jordan chuckles and leans in the doorway to watch you finish up. "Awe, you look good either way, love." He teases you. "Though the stuff does make those pretty eyes of yours pop." He grins at you.

"Okay!" You giggle and begin cleaning up all of your supplies. "Well, I'm glad that someone appreciates all this work."

Jordan grins at you with that charming smile of his and pushes off the doorframe. He steps forward and traps you against himself and the counter. Hands placed delicately on your hips, Jordan leans forward and kisses you gently.

"I'll see you at the show, love." Jordan sets his forehead on yours gently.

Being a member of Judgment Day with your cousin Finn, you spend most of Raw and Smackdown helping Rhea keep the boys in line. You started dating Jordan when he came up from NXT, but you haven't told anyone about it yet. Not even Finn.

"Mhm. Stay out of trouble, Jordan. Please." You remind him before he leaves.

"I'll try. No promises though." Jordan jokes with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head as the hotel room door closes. With Jordan now gone, you just need to grab your bag and wait for Finn to pick you up.

You aren't waiting for long when someone knocks on the door. You answer the knock and find Damian instead of your cousin.

"Damian?" You freeze in the doorway with a puzzled look on your face. "Where's Finn at?" You ask him.

"Finn had something to help Dom with." Damian answers you. "So I came to get you instead." He explains.

You shift on your heels with a nod. "Oh, alright. Let's go then." You grab the doorknob and close the door behind you.

You and Damian head out to the arena for Raw in silence. Being in the Judgement Day mostly for Finn, you aren't that close with Anyone else in the group. Especially not Damian.

"Rhea is still out with that shoulder thing," Damian informs you as you're both walking into the arena.

"Okay." You nod. "Good riddance if you ask me." You mumble to yourself.

Damian looks at you with narrowed eyes but doesn't reply. The two of you arrive at the locker room and find Finn already there with Dominick.

"Y/N, hey, lass." Finn greets you as you come through the door. "Sorry, I couldn't grab you from the hotel like usual. Dom needed my help with something." He apologizes for his absence.

"It's alright, Finn." You shrug and take a seat in an empty chair.

Everyone hangs out and mingles for a while until Raw starts. Dominick decides that since Rhea isn't around, he should be the one to guide the group. He suggests that everyone go out and punk out Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes who happen to be kicking off the show out in the ring.

"Why? So we can start more drama that we don't need?" You protest with a scoff.

"Now, come on, Y/N," Finn replies. "Dominick has a point. If we're going to stay on top then we can't let anyone get away with stuff like that."

You cross your arms and roll your eyes at your cousin. "Whatever. If we're going to go out there then we'd better do it now. Before it's too late." You get to your feet and stomp toward the door.

Everyone files out to the ring and Dominick begins his assault on Jey. Finn takes out Cody and everything is going smoothly. That is until Sami and Kevin decide to come out and help their friends. Chaos ensues in the ring and you find yourself struggling to stay out of the carnage happening all around you.

You do your best to stay out of the way while also making a point not to seem weak. Kevin Owens almost ends up barreling into you while he's going after Dominick and suddenly you spot Jordan running down the ramp with a steel chair wielded in his hands.

"Y/N! " Jordan rushes past the ensemble of fighting men and to your side. "Are you alright, love?" He checks up on you.

"I'm alright, Jordan." You nod and step behind him, grateful to have a buffer between yourself and the fighting.

The chaos in the ring begins to die down and ends with Judgement Day retreating backstage. But in all the confusion, Damian gets stuck in the ring with your adversaries. No one notices Damian's absence until everyone is backstage.

"Thanks for the help, Jordan." Finn pats his former mentee on the back.

"Yeah, thanks, Jordan." You smile at him but remain casual.

Jordan nods. "Happy to help." He smiles at you and Finn.

You watch as Finn and Jordan fall into a lighthearted conversation. You love seeing them getting along like the friends they used to be. Jordan has been helping out Judgement Day where he can on your behalf without raising too many suspicions. And you've been dropping subtly hints to Finn that Jordan should be allowed to join the group.

Finn and Jordan are still chatting when suddenly the locker room door swings open violently. Damian storms into the room in a fuming rage and makes a B-line for Jordan. In his blind rage, you watch Damian pick up a chair and toss it at the wall before getting into Jordan's face.

"What in the hell was that!" Damian confronts Jordan. "You aren't a member of this group! So why in the hell are you always around!" He fumes.

"Damian!" You shoulder past Finn and over to Priest as he continues to get in Jordan's face. "That's enough!" You snap at him and attempt to wedge yourself between the two of them.

Damian looks down at you with wild eyes, but you stand your ground to protect Jordan. "Move out of the way, Y/N." He demands.

"Fuck you!" You snap back at him. "Now back off!"

"Y/N," Finn replies in a calm tone, wanting to end the conflict before it escalates any further.

Your anger gets the best of you and you shake your head. "No! I am not going to let him puff his chest out at me like some brute. All Jordan was doing was trying to help. So get off his fucking case, Priest." You glare up at him, showing no signs of fear or remorse for your words.

"What the hell is it to you?" Damian sneers. "What? Are you fucking the guy or something?" He scoffs at you in a demeaning and judgemental tone.

"Fuck you!" You huff and smack Priest across the face.

The slap is enough to get Finn involved in the argument. He quickly jumps between you and Priest, just in case Priest feels the need to retaliate.

Damian puts his hand up to his cheek and stares at you over Finn's shoulder with cold eyes. Finn remains in front of you and tries once more to be civil about the whole situation. "Damian, man, that was uncalled for." Finn shakes his head. "Y/N shouldn't have hit you. But come on, mate."

"Oh, he's a big boy, Finn." You growl. "He'll get over it. And if he doesn't? Well like I said, fuck you, Priest." You snap at him again.

"What in the hell is your problem?" Damian snaps back at you.

"Right now? Right now, you're my fucking problem!" You huff and point an accusing finger at him. "Getting in my boyfriend's face for just trying to be a good guy and help out, is my problem." The words fly out of your mouth without a thought.

Your eyes widen when you've realized what you've said. You clamp a hand over your mouth and hear Jordan curse under his breath behind you.

"I knew it!" Damian scoffs. "You are sleeping with him."

"Yeah, I am. So what?" You finally just outwardly admit the relationship.

Finn turns around and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes. "Y/N. Why didn't you tell me?" He asks you.

"I'm sorry, Finn." You bite the inside of your cheek. "With everything going on, I was afraid that you'd be mad. I wanted to get Jordan into the group before we told anyone." You explain.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too, mate," Jordan adds sheepishly.

Finn shakes his head and lets out a heavy sigh. "It's alright." He assures you and Jordan. "And for the record, I would have been fine with it." He adds.

"Really?" You're a bit surprised by Finn's response.

Jordan grabs your hand gently, happy that neither of you has to hide your feelings anymore. But Damian is still pissed off.

"Well? Are you going to tell him to get lost already, Finn?" Damian asks Finn. "Or does he get a pass just because he's doing your cousin?"

"Alright! That's it!" Jordan steps in front of you, tired of hearing Damian badmouth you.

"Jordan, no." You grab his arm. "It's alright. Just let it go."

At the same time, Finn grits his teeth and defends you on Jordan's behalf. "Damian! Get out! Go blow off some steam, mate. And don't even think of coming back until you feel like you're not going to bash on my cousin. Or Jordan." He points a finger toward the door. "Rhea may be the fan favorite right now. But I'm still the leader of this group."

Damian huffs and storms out of the room, slamming the door on the way out. Dominick sits in silence on the other side of the room, already writing out a lengthy text to Rhea about all this drama.

"I would have kicked his arse, you know?" Jordan relaxes for the first time since Damian came crashing into the room.

"I know, babe." You giggle and kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome, by the way." Finn coughs with a hint of an amused smile.

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thisisnotjustkink · 10 months ago

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A Good Enough Guide to AI for Authors

Part 1: What the hell is Gen AI?

So just a primer for anyone who doesn't already know about LLMs and GPTs.

At a high level, it's using the same core idea as autocomplete: guess the next word (or words).

Even thinking about this even from the outside, you might immediately suspect some of the problems (and solutions) researchers used to improve this workflow:

You can pull in some context from earlier statements.

You can add randomness to make sure things don't repeat.

You can use feedback from your early versions to improve.

You can expand out your sources to nearly everything online (if you can spare the space and computing power)....

Add all these in (and more!) and things get much, much more complicated... but still the same idea in the end.

To be super reductive, all the AI text stuff today is just this: the autocomplete idea scaled up a million times, with dozens of extra steps before the output.

So now we know Generative AI is just really overpowered "next word prediction" engine. Then way is everything a chatbot?

Nerds love their chatbots. Since the 1960's the "spot the AI in chat" has been a big deal. People have spent decades trying to build little text-only chatbots to prove they can trick humans.

There's a whole rabbit hole you can go down about ELIZA and if talking = thinking, but I'll leave that be. Let's just say academics are really obsessed with making AI talk and "think" like humans.

And the old way of doing this is teaching AI what thing are, what they mean, and a bunch of other systems of information to understand context.

Wait, how did we get from "guess the next word" to superpowered ChatGPT?

The short answer: you stick enough power behind that supped up auto-predict engine, tweak it a bit and it just sounds like a real person?

The best way I've seen it summed up by AI researchers:

This isn't a thinking machine, it's a really really fancy trick that weirdly emulates humans.

You can use to do a bunch of shit a human world normally do, put a little filter at the endpoint with some hard rules... and guess what? It outputs close enough we can slot it into a bunch of processes.

I have a couple of AI academic friends that find the whole "hallucination" label maddening: it's ALL hallucination, we just learned to slice the window of output just right to get it to look friendly.

Again, it's all an oversimplification, but it's critical to keep this all in mind when you ask something of current "Gen AI" models:

They're not thinking in any deep sense. They use prior examples to predict what should come next in a pattern.

They're monstruous black boxes that we somehow tricked into seeming human enough.

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korgbelmont · 2 months ago

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Vengeance

When someone dies, a Crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, the Crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. In Westchester, Oregon, many souls fell within one night. Then years later, it happened again in Pine Springs. Too many for otherworldly forces to ignore. And so a Crow is sent to bring back one of the fallen souls to exact vengeance against conduits of the Power.

Written in the present tense

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

Warnings: Death, violence, use of a gun

Word Count: 1945

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Inspired by this edit I made of my MC as the Crow

This is an AU not connected to my normal series of It Lives In The Woods fics where everyone died in both It Lives In The Woods and It Lives Beneath

WESTCHESTER, OREGON

As rain falls on Westchester, a Crow flies down to the cemetery, cawing as it lands on a headstone. Moments later, someone pushes out of the ground, groaning as he turns to lie on his back.

Nick - Wh...

Getting on his knees, Nick's eyes fill with dread as he sees his own headstone.

Nick - No... I-I can't be... dead...

Nick gets onto his feet and begins looking around the cemetery. The more he does, the more his heart fills with dread as he finds names he recognises; Daniel Pierce, Lucas Thomas, Andy Kang, Ava Cunningham, Lily Ortiz, and finally, Stacy Green. Falling to his knees, he grabs at her headstone, and it's there that he sees flashes in his mind, their memories. The kiss they shared at Britney's party, their date before homecoming, and the moment she lost her life in the cave.

Nick - No...

Despite knowing the suffering it will cause him, he begins looking at the others. Seeing their memories. The moment of peace he and Dan got after helping him be freed of Mr Red's influence, the mock interview he had with Lucas, the celebration with Andy after the basketball game, the talk he and Ava had on the bleachers, dancing with Lily at the party. He closes his hand into a fist as he looks for one more headstone. After some searching, he finds the one he's looking for. Noah Marshall. His headstone defaced. Nick places his hand on the headstone, and one memory comes to the surface. The knife in Nick by Noah's hand. Returning to the present, Nick stumbles back. His breathing intensifies and in that moment, he only feels rage.

Voice - The Power is becoming unstable.

Nick looks around to see a spirit of someone who, like him, should be dead.

Nick - Cora...

Cora - You've been chosen, Nick. After Pine Springs, too many have fallen victim to it. There is someone looking to control it for himself just as Douglas once did.

Nick - Where is he?

Cora - Still in Pine Springs. Follow the Crow and it will guide you.

The Crow lands on Nick's shoulder and he nods.

Nick - No one else.

In the main town of Westchester, Nick walks with his head down, hoping not to be recognised while also looking for a familiar face. Seeing through the eyes of the Crow, Nick finds a familiar face. His vision returning to his own, he looks for the Crow and walks over. Through the window of the bar, Nick sees Britney sat on her own. The Crow flies down, getting her attention before flying away, and she looks in shock as she locks eyes with Nick. Rushing out, she covers her mouth as she realises her eyes weren't deceiving her.

Britney - How?

Nick - If I knew I'd tell you. But the supernatural exists, and I'm here to keep history repeating itself.

Back at Britney's home, Nick looks at his reflection before looking down and finding a few of Britney's makeup stuff. Not wanting anyone to recognise him, he helps himself to it, painting his face white before using lipstick on his mouth and eyes. Stepping out, Britney raises an eyebrow.

Britney - New look?

She hands him some fresh clothes and he changes.

Britney - Where will you go?

Nick - Pine Springs. I heard things went down there.

Britney - And then what? You put this... Power back to how it should be and then just...

Nick - I don't know.

Arriving in Pine Springs the next evening, Nick notices a familiar car and looks around for any sign of Connor or anyone else, but sees no one. Having grasped being able to see memories, Nick walks over to the car, resting his hand on the wing mirror. He sees memories he shared with Connor and soon finds a more recent memory.

NOT TOO LONG AGO

Connor drives with Jocelyn sat in the passenger seat.

Connor - All my digging says this Sutcliffe is the only member of the Society left. Hopefully if we find a way to stop him, it should keep things from happening.

NOW

Nick - Jocelyn's alive?

The Crow lands on the hood of Connor's car and Nick nods.

Nick - Sutcliffe is who I'm here to stop, isn't it?

The Crow caws in response.

Connor - HEY!

Nick looks round before taking off and Connor stops, unsure of what he just saw.

Connor - No way that was him...

Jocelyn - What's going on?

Jocelyn joins him, noticing the shock on his face.

Jocelyn - Well? You going to answer or stand there looking like an idiot?

Connor - I thought I saw... nevermind. You get everything?

Jocelyn - A few bullets in this asshole should do the trick.

Elsewhere, Nick follows the Crow to the Pine Springs cemetery and over to one headstone in particular.

Nick - No...

Seeing Tom's name brings him to his knees and he takes hold of it, needing to know what happened. It's then that he sees everything that happened. Alina Vance, Josephine, the Society, all of it. He also sees the face of the man who he is back to stop; Richard Sutcliffe. Returning to the there and then, Nick stands, angrier than ever.

Nick - I know what I have to do.

Cora - And what is that?

Cora's spirit appears next to him.

Nick - I'm not going to stop him... I'm going to put him in the ground.

As rain starts to fall, Nick walks the streets of Pine Springs, getting looks from a few people due to his makeup. But he doesn't care, he only has one thing on his mind. However, as he walks by the lake, the Crow lands on the railing, getting his attention. He stops to look at the water and senses something. The Crow takes off circling around an particular area and Nick goes over to the harbour, kneeling down, he places his hand in the water and closes his eyes. After a moment, he removes it and stands.

Nick - I understand...

Down below Richard's former home, h Sutcliffe himself sits at the table where the Society once met. Files sit in front of him of cases that are connected to the Power, primarily Westchester and Pine Springs. Hearing the caw of a Crow, he sits up as it lands on the table. The lights then go out, making Richard shoot to his feet. Looking around for any sign of anything or anyone, Richard pulls a gun and starts firing.

Nick - You're afraid, Richard.

Richard - Why are you here?

Nick - Alina Vance, Daniela Asturias, Parker Shaw, Imogen Wescott, Tom Sato.

Richard - So what? They died.

Nick - Andy Kang, Ava Cunningham, Lucas Thomas, Lily Ortiz, Dan Pierce, and Stacy Green.

Richard - They fell to Redfield, to the Power! That was nothing to-- Wait. There was another in Westchester. Nicholas Taylor.

Nick - You're right, we did. But the Power has chosen you as it's conduit since then. I was sent to put the Power back to how it was. Which means you're the one I'm here for.

Richard whirls round, coming face to face with Nick, squatting on the table to be at his eye level and he fires a bullet into his chest. Nick stumbles back, shouting out in pain and annoyance. But he soon stands up straight again, and Richard looks in horror as the wound heals. The Crow lands on his shoulder as he stalks after a now running Richard. Outside, Richard falls as something hits his leg and he looks over to see two people with guns aimed at him.

Richard - Great, just what I need. More of you.

Connor - You're gonna answer for a lot, Sutcliffe.

Nick - Leave him. He's mine.

Nick emerges from the darkness and both Connor and Jocelyn look in shock. Despite the makeup, they can tell it's him.

Connor - How?

Nick ignores them as the Crow takes off from his shoulder as he grabs Richard by the collar of his jacket and throws him the direction they came from.

Nick - You've got a lot waiting for you, Richard.

Richard fires a few more shots at Nick, all of them going through his chest. They stop him for a few moments, but just as quickly heal.

Richard - Why won't you die already?!

Nick - I don't work like that these days.

Richard reloads and fires a few shots at Nick's leg, making the resurrected man fall, giving Richard an opening. Connor and Jocelyn fire a few shots, and a couple graze him.

Thinking himself safe, Richard breathes a sigh of relief as he travels the waters. He pulls a gun as the Crow lands on the boat in front of him, cawing. It's there that his boat is stopped and the water becomes unsettled. Waves bash against the boat and soon tip it, throwing Richard into the water. He tries to swim up for hair, but something grabs his wounded leg, pulling him down. He looks down and freezes as he sees the degraded face of Alina Vance. It's in that moment, he knows his end is at hand as the Power leaves him. Nick watches as the glow fades and a spirit rises from the waters, coming face to face with Nick.

Nick - Hello, Alina.

Alina - Hi, Nick.

She looks down at the holes in his top.

Alina - How?

Almost on queue, the Crow lands on Nick's shoulder.

Nick - I have my ways.

Alina - Thank you for letting me deal with him.

Nick - I understood why. What'll happen to you now?

Alina - The Power seemed to keep me around. But now I already feel it leaving me. I can finally move on.

Nick - Rest well, Alina.

Her spirit fades away, moving on. The Crow caws before taking off and Nick falls to his knees. Connor rushes over, helping him up.

Connor - You okay?

Nick - I think it's my turn. I haven't got much longer left.

Connor - What do you need, pal?

Nick - Get me to Westchester.

Connor - Alright...

Jocelyn puts Nick's other arm around her shoulders.

Nick - Glad to know you're alive, Joss.

Jocelyn - Don't call me that.

It's a quiet drive back as Nick tries to keep conscious and sees the Crow flying by them. Once back, Nick gets out and Connor hugs him before he leaves for his final rest.

Jocelyn - What about the Power. Sutcliffe was the conduit.

Cora - It's at rest as it should be.

They both turn to see Cora's spirit stood before them.

Jocelyn - You're...

Connor - Cora Pritchard. But I still don't get it, why did he come back?

Cora - There are many forces to the world, and they saw what was happening with the Power. And so a Crow was sent to put things right. It chose him.

With Richard dead and the Power seeming to be in slumber, Nick falls and rests against Stacy's headstone, placing his hand on it before closing his eyes as death takes him once more.

When he opens his eyes again, he sees that he is somewhere else with the sun shining on the foot of the bed. Sitting up, he gets out of the bed and heads out to the decking where he finds Stacy on a deck chair enjoying the sun.

Stacy - How'd you sleep?

Nick - I don't understand... Is this real?

She stands and takes his hands in hers.

Stacy - This is our afterlife. The others are around. In a way, it's a second chance at life.

She brings him in for a hug, running her fingers through his hair.

Nick - I love you.

Stacy - I love you too.

Arriving at the cemetery, Connor, Jocelyn, and Britney find Nick's grave back to normal as the Crow lands on it, cawing.

#playchoices #it lives in the woods #korgfics

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information-will-not-harm · 7 months ago

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Become good at coding stuff by following these 7 Steps

When learning to code, following good practices is key to writing clean, understandable, and efficient code. Think of coding like giving clear instructions—good practices make your code easier for others (and your future self) to read and maintain. Here are seven essential coding practices explained in simple terms to help you improve your coding skills.

1. Write Clear and Understandable Code

Think of your code as a set of instructions for a recipe. You want anyone who reads it to understand what each step does. Use clear names for things, like calling a list of ingredients ingredientList instead of just list. This way, it's obvious what you’re talking about.

2. Keep It Simple and DRY (Don't Repeat Yourself)

Imagine you're building with LEGO. If you need to build the same structure multiple times, it’s easier to build it once and copy it than to build it from scratch each time. In coding, avoid writing the same thing over and over. Instead, write it once and use it whenever you need it. This makes your code simpler and easier to manage.

3. Comment and Document Your Code

Think of comments as little notes you leave for yourself or others. Like sticky notes in a book, they help explain why you did something a certain way. But don’t overdo it. Only leave notes for parts that might be confusing or need extra explanation.

4. Consistent Code Formatting and Style

Imagine writing an essay where you randomly change the font size and type on each page. It would be hard to read, right? The same goes for code. Keep the style consistent – use the same spacing, naming, and structure throughout. This makes it easier to read and understand.

5. Write Unit Tests

Before you bake a cake, you taste the batter to make sure it's good. Unit tests are like tasting the batter before baking – they check small parts of your code to make sure everything works as it should. This helps catch mistakes early.

6. Handle Errors Gracefully

Sometimes things go wrong, like burning the cake. Instead of just giving up, you find a way to fix it or make the best of it. In coding, you need to anticipate things that can go wrong and handle them nicely, so your program doesn’t crash and burn but handles errors smoothly.

7. Keep Functions and Methods Short and Focused

Imagine writing a step-by-step guide for building a LEGO set. Each step should be simple and clear, not a huge paragraph of instructions. In coding, each function (or piece of code) should do one thing and do it well. This keeps your code easy to read and fix.

#technology #coding #programming #science

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Domestic Stray (Hoshitele Cat AU)

TITLE: Domestic Stray

Ship: Cat!Haruno x Cat!Matataki

Word count: 3188 words

A/N: Finally putting words down in a document to try to bring the Hoshitele cat AU to life! Just to quickly set expectations, what I’ve written will focus mainly on Haruno and Matataki, as cats! However, do note that these cats are INSPIRED by Haruno and Matataki and thus will not be completely the same. I’ll try to make them as in-character as I can while trying to connect stuff with the source material, but this is a cat alternate universe, so keep that in mind before you engage with this (100% self-indulgent, made for fun) work.

Just in case, TW for blood in this first scene lol but we’re mainly a cute slice-of-life/lowkey love story (on the slow side), and I would never have them harm each other, so rest assured. xD

While writing this, I debated whether I should have honorifics (like -chan) or not, and I think I won’t. Since this is an AU, this is one of those things I won’t have because Haruno’s the only one who’s gonna be using them anyway. xD

If you’re ok with all that… Hope you enjoy!

I knew I shouldn’t’ve trusted them.

That was the thought a certain light brick red-colored cat had as she forced herself to put one paw in front of the other, despite her entire body screaming at her to stop. With each painful step, a decent amount of blood would pool on the ground beneath her, forcing her to keep going unless she wanted to leave behind an even more obvious trail to where she was.

If I actually die from this, I’ll be so pissed off, she thought bitterly, biting back a hiss as she accidentally stepped on a small, pointed rock. Normally she wouldn’t make such an amateur-ish mistake, but it was kind of hard to see with her vision going in and out, and the blood pouring into one eye from the gash on her forehead didn’t help.

Quickly. She had to find somewhere to hide quickly just in case those other cats (who she’d given a good beating to, thank you very much) decided to come back for more. With how much blood she’d lost, she knew she didn’t have much time left before she straight-up passed out, but if she could find a place to rest for just a little while, then there was still hope for her yet.

House cats didn’t like it when anyone intruded on their turf, but house cats were also soft and typically unused to combat; she was pretty sure she could take one. And if she chose the right spot, then she wouldn’t have to encounter a dog, a human, or a cat!

The scent of blood might be strong, but the smell of everything else in the neighborhood would be even stronger.

Taking a deep breath, the light reddish-brown cat forced herself to keep going, letting her nose guide her. She couldn’t be too picky, lest she risk collapsing while still out in the open, so she chose quickly.

Small gap under the fence she could squeeze through? Check.

No strong scent of humans or cats in this area? Check.

Long row of bushes that would effectively hide her and help mask her scent? Check.

By now, her wounds had stopped bleeding as much, so there wouldn’t be the equivalent of a giant bloody arrow pointing to where she was. This was perfect.

The light brick red-colored cat collapsed on the spot, shutting her eyes tight with a grimace as another wave of pain went through her from the impact.

That’s it, she thought firmly as she felt her consciousness rapidly slip away. If I survive this, I’m not trusting anyone ever again.

–

Birds were chirping. And although her eyes were closed, she could tell that the light of the sun was shining on her face. Which means…

I’m alive? Matataki thought, as her eyes snapped open. It took a second for her vision to adjust, but instead of seeing the green of grass or the dark green of the bushes she’d taken shelter behind, what she saw was… A wall?

Huh?

Her heart sped up as the almost-too-familiar feeling of dread started to creep in. Without moving her body, she scanned everything she could see in front of her first: a wall, and above it, a windowsill, and on top of that…. A cat!

Matataki felt her hackles rise, but she didn’t make any sudden movements just yet. The other cat was currently facing away from her, looking out the window, and it looked like they hadn’t noticed her yet. If Matataki was careful, maybe she’d be able to get away while the other cat was still distracted. After all, if there was a cat here, then maybe there was a cat door?

Very, very slowly, the reddish-brown cat tried standing up, but it was no use. Her legs immediately gave way, but instead of landing on the hard floor, she landed on a soft cat bed, which she just now realized she had been on top of. The sound had been muffled, but the other cat had been so close. There was no way they wouldn’t have noticed, Matataki thought.

Sure enough, the other cat, who was a lovely vanilla yellow color, turned around. Her eyes, which were a more saturated yellow, at first looked surprised, before they shifted into something else.

“You’re awake!” she exclaimed, and her voice sounded kind of… relieved?

“Who are you?” Matataki asked, eyes narrowed. And what do you want from me? she thought, but she decided to ask one question at a time.

“Don’t you remember me?” the yellow cat asked, and Matataki took a moment to study her in more detail.

Horizontal black stripe on the top of her head that followed the shape of her head but ended at her ears. Perpendicular to that stripe was a vertical stripe that went down the back of the cat’s back and flowed into a black tail, which Matataki had seen before she’d turned around. And finally… The thing that set a wild cat like herself apart from a house cat: the black strip of fabric tied around the cat’s neck, which ended at a neat bow behind the cat’s neck.

“Nope. Not ringing any bells,” Matataki said bluntly, with a deep frown. If this cat was trying to pretend they knew each other in order to get on her good side–

“I’m Haruno,” the blonde cat said warmly, seemingly unbothered by Matataki’s cold reply. “I guess it has been a really long time since we last spoke to each other,” she added in a lower tone, as if speaking to herself. To Matataki, she continued: “I say hi to you sometimes when you pass by. We’ve never had a proper conversation or anything before, but, well. It’s nice to meet you! I’ve always wanted to get along.”

Unfortunately for Haruno, the brick-colored cat had stopped listening to her after ‘I say hi to you sometimes when you pass by.’ Instead, those words had caused Matataki to dive deep into her memory to try to figure out if she remembered anything like that. In general, Matataki didn’t speak to house cats, so it was 100% likely she had never spared the golden-colored cat a reply. But when it came to friendly house cats and the cats that lived in this neighborhood… Maybe something like that happened?

“Matataki?”

Matataki snapped out of her thoughts and almost glared at Haruno. “How do you know my name?” she asked, not bothering to hide her wariness.

Haruno blinked, obviously surprised once again. “You don’t know?” she asked. This time Matataki did glare at her, so she hastily explained: “I thought you would already know this, but you’re kind of famous around here. Like, from all of the things you know and can do. I heard you’re really good at using tools! And apparently there’s no place that can keep you out if you’ve decided you want in.”

Haruno wasn’t even bothering to hide the admiration in her tone as she praised her, and Matataki couldn’t help but feel awkward from suddenly being showered with compliments. Being famous or whatever isn’t a good thing, she thought darkly as she remembered what had happened to her. They only keep you around to use you and then try to get rid of you so they don’t have to honor their end of the deal.

“Whatever they say about me, I don’t care,” Matataki said, her tone harsh. ��What do you…” She paused as she glanced down at herself, finally noticing and registering the bandages on her body. “...did you do this?”

“Nope! Not me! My human did,” came the reply, which sounded happy and proud. “I’m glad I found you as quickly as I did, because it looked really bad–”

“Wait,” Matataki cut in. “What happened? What human?” she asked, her blood having run cold. Was that human still around now?

“My owner. My caretaker,” Haruno answered. “Who’s usually out of the house, by the way, so you don’t have to worry about meeting them if you don’t want to.” The vanilla-colored cat had read the panic and look of displeasure on Matataki’s face and directly addressed it. “As for your question about what happened, well… You were kinda out for three whole days. I was wondering when you’d wake up, but your breathing was normal, at least, so I knew you would eventually. Anyway, I’m really glad you’re alright! You really gave me a heart attack out there…”

Once again, Matataki was drowning the rest of her words out in favor of focusing on what the other cat had just revealed. Three whole days, and she’d been patched up by a human? It was good she wouldn’t have to interact with it, but… Ugh… If she had to live with a human, then maybe it would’ve been better if she hadn’t been saved.

Pushing that thought out of her head, the light red-brown-colored cat tried to stand up again. She managed to succeed for a couple of seconds, but her legs were shaking too much, so she eventually opted to sit.

Okay. She was way too weak to leave, and even if she did leave, she might not last for long, especially if those cats were still out to get her.

“Okay, house cat.”

“It’s Haruno.”

“Yeah, that.” Whatever, she almost added, but she decided being snarky to someone she was at the mercy of probably wasn’t the best idea. “I assume there’s probably a reason why you brought me in here, so just tell me your terms. You house cats– er… House cats like you are usually more pacifistic, and I can at least pay you back for helping me.” Even though I didn’t ask you to. “So just tell me what you want, and we can settle this peacefully, without any issues.” As long as it doesn’t involve any humans.

Matataki was met with a blank stare before Haruno’s eyes widened in surprise yet again. Looks like Haruno was as unused to dealing with her as Matataki was with house cats in general, who she tended to ignore altogether.

“Terms?” the blonde cat asked. She immediately shook her head. “Nonono, you don’t need to pay me back or anything! I didn’t try to save you with an ulterior motive or anything.”

During their whole conversation, Haruno had been sitting on the windowsill and Matataki had been either sitting or lying on the cat bed. Now, Haruno chose to jump down from the windowsill so that they were more or less on the same ground. With them sitting in front of each other, it was clear Haruno was more than a little bit bigger than the injured cat, which made Matataki frown.

“I didn’t help you because I wanted something from you,” Haruno repeated, flicking her black tail. “When I see someone in trouble, I just want to help them. I couldn’t just leave you like that,” she said, her eyes softening.

The yellow cat’s eyes were a bit too earnest, so Matataki found herself immediately looking away from them. It didn’t matter what others said. The only thing that mattered was how they actually acted in the end.

“Anyway–” the stray cat said, trying to continue to negotiate her exit, but she was interrupted by the sound of her stomach loudly growling. Before she could react, Haruno was already on her paws again, her golden eyes sparkling.

“How inconsiderate of me!” the house cat exclaimed, yet she looked excited for some reason. “I have no idea when your last meal was, but you haven’t eaten for at least three days! You must be famished!”

Matataki opened her mouth to deny it, but after a second, she seemed to reconsider and closed it. There was no point trying to avoid looking weak in front of this cat. She had been too weak to stand properly, for goodness’ sake.

Haruno seemed pleased with this silent agreement, if the smile on her face was anything to go by. “I’ll be right back!” she announced, darting off. As Matataki watched her black tail disappear out of view behind a wall, she couldn’t help but silently agree that Haruno seemed to really like taking care of others.

I’m not trusting anyone ever again. The very last thought that she’d had before passing out came back to her again, and she internally patted herself on the back for remembering what she’d decided on. No matter how nice someone acted, they showed their true colors eventually– especially when it was no longer useful to act nice.

Everyone is selfish, after all. In the end, the only one you can trust is yourself.

It took barely thirty seconds before Haruno was back. In her mouth was a bowl, which she proudly placed in front of Matataki and pushed towards her.

“Since you’re a patient here, we provide only the highest quality care,” Haruno said cheerfully in almost a faux-professional voice. “This is my favorite! Wet food! I know wild cats hunt and all, but I bet you’ve never tasted chicken before! Go on! Try it!”

Matataki looked at the contents of the bowl suspiciously. Brown mashed “stuff” mushed together with pale light chunks mixed in and strange yellow-ish liquid coating everything and oozing out the bottom. She didn’t know how cats would be able to get their paws on poison, but she couldn’t rule the idea out.

“You eat it,” she demanded. Even if she was hungry, maybe she could still find something else.

“But it’s for you,” Haruno said, looking disappointed that her offer had been rejected. She seemed to look up in thought before finally nodding. “Oh, I get it! You probably haven’t eaten anything like this before, so you want me to taste-test it for you to show you it’s safe. Sure! It’s really yummy, so I’ll take a couple of bites. But I really want you to try it too! Is that okay?”

“No promises.”

Haruno seemed to think this answer was good enough, so as promised, she took a couple of bites of the wet food. Matataki watched as she licked the rest of it off her muzzle and then sat back with a satisfied expression, looking at the slightly smaller cat expectantly.

Well. No cat would be crazy enough to consume poison in front of her, so after maintaining Haruno’s stare for a moment, Matataki finally gave in and decided to try it.

It… was better than anything she’d ever tasted. Cooked food was much better than raw food, and the stray cat didn’t often get the chance to eat it for obvious reasons. Either she was really hungry or she couldn’t get enough because the food was gone before she knew it…

When she looked up, Haruno was giving her a really kind smile, which really made her fur stand on end. It felt like she’d lost somehow… Matataki was a stray cat! A wild cat at heart! And she would not be won over by house cat luxuries, even if they tasted better than her usual.

“You– you don’t have to watch me while I eat! I’m not gonna waste it!” the light red brick-colored cat snapped, mostly to hide her growing embarrassment.

“Hehe, sorry,” Haruno said with a giggle, but she looked more amused rather than apologetic. Matataki didn’t know how to react to someone reacting to her like that. As if to throw the injured cat a lifeline, however, Haruno changed the subject. “It’s not good to eat too much, so that’ll be it for now. The automatic cat feeder gives you the exact amount you need at the exact time you should have it. Convenient, right?”

She paused, as if she remembered something. “Water!” she exclaimed, her tail standing straight up. “I’ll get you some water! And I’ll make sure not to spill it!”

As if this was going to turn into a thing now, Haruno dashed off. This time, she took a little longer to return, but as promised, she carefully offered the other cat a bowl of water. Matataki hadn’t even gotten a word in before the yellow cat had decided to act on her own, and once more, she eyed the bowl before doing anything else. She considered refusing since she’d already been offered a handout earlier, but one glance at the taller cat reminded her that she should probably stay in her good graces, so she gave the water a cursory lick or two before moving back again.

“Okay!” With that word, Haruno curled her tail into a hook shape and circled Matataki as if she was examining a shiny new toy. In reality, she was just making sure the bandaged cat was in good condition and not in need of anything else. The smaller cat narrowed her eyes and regarded her uneasily as she did this, and Haruno took the hint and stopped.

“Can I get you anything?” the house cat asked, and Matataki shook her head.

The only thing Matataki wanted was to get out of here, but in her current condition, that was a horrible idea, so she was slowly accepting that she would be stuck here for a little while. But she probably couldn’t have been stuck with someone even friendlier or more helpful than Haruno, so at least it wasn’t worse.

“What are you expecting from me?” she finally asked, unable to articulate sentences like Is it fine if I stay and I can’t leave right now so I’m stuck here. The latter statement would reveal too much information (and vulnerability) to a cat who had the advantage over her, even if it was only a house cat.

“Nothing,” Haruno answered easily, with a smile. “I just want you to recover and get better! So you need lots of rest, you shouldn’t overwork yourself, and if you ever need anything, you can just ask me!” She curled her tail over her paws, her eyes sparkling beautifully like yellow topaz gemstones. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You’re my guest.”

Matataki almost let out a sigh of relief, but it just came out as a slow exhale. In her entire life, she’d never been treated with as much grace and hospitality as this. It made the skin under her fur crawl because she knew it would all fall apart eventually– it inevitably did, when it came to her relationships (or lack thereof) with other cats.

“...thank you,” she finally said. Even though she was incredibly out of her element and expecting the worst, it still felt like an important weight had been taken off her shoulders. She would do her best to avoid the human, but since she wasn’t being left outside to fend for herself in her weakened state, it was still much better than nothing. She just hoped Haruno wouldn’t force her to get along with her human, even if that human had possibly saved her life.

She didn’t say anything else though. She just looked at the other cat, and Haruno was wearing the brightest smile she’d had all day.

“You’re welcome! Let’s get along from now on!”

END

A/N: Ok that was much longer than I expected and I kinda started writing at like 10:36 PM and now it’s 2:46 AM. So that took me like… about 4 hours to write! But it was really fun to me! :D I really wanted to write something for them and now I’m glad and happy I finally did it! c:

Yes, if you’re wondering, I did look up cat facts whenever I needed them. I also looked up stuff about blood loss. I’m thinking Matataki stays with Haruno for like a month, at the very least? And any other stories will be about them doing various activities or bonding.

I didn’t think I’d make the intro as long as it is (actually, I was planning to make it like maybe a 3-sentence scene or preview and go straight into the waking up scene, but it has important details I might like to reference later so you know what? Yeah, I’ll keep it like that.)

I’m a Warrior cats kid so I’m totally used to all the cat descriptions and stuff (paws, tail, muzzle, lol) but it might be weird for a non-cat person, I think. xD Anyway, I’ll upload this to AO3 on request but since this is just a niche thing for now, I’ll keep it on this blog only. This won’t be the last time I write about them, I think, ‘cuz I like this AU a lot, but hopefully I did a good job capturing their characters! I don’t want Matataki to be too mean or Haruno to be too hyperactive/helpful or anything, but this is their first meeting and they’re drastically different, so their differences get exaggerated a bit. If anyone ever feels like giving me feedback, I’m totally open to it! Anyhow, I love cats. How did you know? xD

#hoshitele #hoshikuzu telepath #stardust telepath #cat au #haruno x matataki #mataharu #my writing #fanfiction

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