#glimspes into my life

[fanaticsnail]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog! <33333 (only if you want to, no pressure!!)

Hi Nina-Ya! I see we're mutuals now, I've been following you for a little while and I love your stuff! I am currently quite unwell, and talking a little about my life has had me very reflective on my past. Here's a little about me 🖤

I have studied and worked in a variety of different occupations. My favourite things to do is jazz people up with support and encouragement, talk and get to know people with a happy face, and drink wine. There are a few fields that allowed me to do this, and I have loved them all: working a cellar door in tourism and trade for a variety of Australia's major wine brands, working in disability support for over 18s, working in the education sector while studying a teaching degree, and doing landscaping and gardening for the elderly.

I am a married mother of two children under 4. This means I don't work a regular job currently, and I am very much missing adult conversation and interaction. The jobs I do take from time to time is: landscaping, gardening and arborist work when my husband is home with the children. I also get to do some work as a violinist and entertainer every now and again. A more recent event for this was my brother's wedding, and before that was a Bridgerton Ball. I have a country jazz event coming up in August that I'm readily preparing for while I'm sick.

I got into fic writing because I wanted something to do while I was up at all hours with my youngest child. I don't really go out or do anything other than work or care for my children, and this was an outlet for creativity that was bursting at the seams. I am very happy I did get into this, because my heart fills so full it's incredible. Everyone here has been gorgeous and so, so kind.

Thank you so much for your ask, honey. I'd love to get to know you more too! 🖤

[triglycercule]

duuude i never thought it would be this bad that i literally saw art of my trio. joking around and laughing and having fun. and not immediately smiling and being like yeah this is silly theyd do this. something is clearly wrong

[nopity-nope]

just watched the princess bride for the first time i am feeling a level of emotion that scientists previously thought impossible on this plane of existence

[dumbbitchgalore]

✨My thoughts on old man!Price✨

Part 1

Part 2

God, where do I begin?

Old man!Price is a tattered retired military man who decides to move to the countryside of England

His house is surrounded by bushes filled with red roses, a mocking remainder of the red liquid that blemish his hands

A small pudge of fat forms on his hairy abdomen from the lack of training and the endless pints of beer that he drinks.

He spends most of his time cleaning up the shrubbery around his house and other mundane tasks to fill his day so he wouldn't be bored out of his mind.

And then there's you.

Wide-eyed and brimming with curiosity.

You walk pass his house everyday just to get a glimsp of the burly man who moved into the little town where everyone knows everyone and no one gets passed anyone.

Expect for John, sneaky bastard.

One day, you huff in frustration as you stand in front of his gate, kicking a pebble out of annoyance

Now that doesn't go unnoticed by John, as if anything ever did.

So he does what any mentally sane person does and decides to for once in his life let loose and do something different

And that's what he does.

He goes outside, gives you his signature quokka smile and extends his hand.

You stand there dumbfounded. He's actually interacting with you?!

This is not how this was supposed to go!

You just wanted to see the man, not talk to him!

You nervously shakes his hand giving him a soft smile

And that was the start of you on your knees with his heavy limp dick resting over your face as she moans in delight

It's not like it happened in a day

It took months of coaxing and sweet-talking from John to get you hear

And oh how his words fuelled your praise kink

You slobber all over his cock, blowing bubbles of saliva while blowing him

And you can't help it yourself

His cock is just too good to not give it all your attention!

His fat senile cock is more than enough to keep you happy and full

And not to mention the cockwarming

Sure it might me a bit difficult to shove it into your dripping pussy but once it's in, be mindful that you're gonna be there for a while

It's so soft and warm and ooey-gooey

John worries and insecurities all fly away seeing how much you like his dumb cock

And every once in a while, you can feel it twitch inside of you and you shiver in delight

And sometimes you may even get a drop of two of his useless cum inside of you

By hey, cum is cum and John's cum is a blissful luxury

[schlong2]

hey was the human at the beginning of Kingdom that scared the shit out of Noa in the fish house supposed to be Mae? and did Noa know that?

because i never see people talk about the fact that she was the reason he broke his fucking egg. the egg he went to top nest for, that would make his father proud and be the next big step in his life. the broken egg that he had to replace, leading him to discover the murdered eagle clan patrol. that led to his horse being in the spot it was when more of Proximus' guys showed up. that led them right back to Noa's clan.

like Mae was just trying to eat and survive. but from Noa's pov, i think he would've connected the dots and blamed her a bit more for everything that went down. he just kind of acts mildly annoyed at her presence (before she speaks, mind you) like she's any other echo, so he probably didn't recognize her because all echoes look the same to him. if i were to break my super important egg because a fucking squirrel or raccoon scared the shit out of me, my ass would NOT recognize that thing. especially because its really dark (do apes have better night vision than humans??) and he gets like a glimspe of her before she scurries away.

also interesting that there were initially not enough eggs for all three of them in the first nest. that Noa went out of his way to get another, that ended up broken anyway. you're supposed to pick the one that "sings" to you, but Noa didn't get that choice. which is maybe why it ended up broken. like it was never meant to be his really, that he was always meant to end up with Sun. (Anaya and Soona's eggs were broken too in the raid but whateva)

i just love that. if Mae's desperation was what inadvertently lead to Noa's broken egg and ultimately the pillaging of eagle clan, i fucking love that. because it foreshadows what she means to do later with the flood. also out of desperation.

[chryblossomjjk]

soooo... we hit a p significant follower milestone today

✨💗✨cheers 2 us clink clink friends✨💗✨

not but seriously actually geniunely literally thank you so fucking much to everyone who has supported me. whether it be leaving nice comments or anons or even just simply liking a fic of mine. i started this blog in july of last year and didn't expect anything to come of it really, so i was v shocked that people liked imagine :') and then the reaction to practice was so overwhelming in the best way possible. like i cherish the memories of writing that series and the way you guys would speculate and analyze everything. yeah. i don't know what to say other than thank you so much and i love you dearly. every comment has made an impact on me and yeah you guys genuinely make my life sm better. i love you all and i hope we contine to have fun together :')

my writing has been p stagnant lately bc of school and whatnot so just a lil update: i have a break coming up soon so praying crying and screaming to finish the weekend then!! and then we have a short (im projecting :'))) lil subby nerdy jk moment!! and then glimspe of us which will be a big s2l slight e2l slowburn angst piece that im so fucking excited to finally work on!! i know its going to take me a while to finish this so i hoping to have it up like mid summer!!

ALSO !!! weekly reviews will be back next week!! i had like three fucking essays to write in the past week and a half so they've been stalled but i will get one done this tuesday i promise!!

[cowboytarlos]

cowboy rewatches 911 lone star: season one episode six: friends like these

- fuck, this episode. this has to be my favourtie episode of season one. they really feel like more than colleages in this episode, this is when they became a family. the way they all came together for mateo so he can become a firefighter.

- fucking billy, hate the guy. slimy geezer.

- HE GOT A 92% WAY TO GO!🎆🎉🎇🎆🎉

- firstly, what owen said he would do cause its fucking crazy but billy really had no right doing that. he didn't do it for the right reason it was "nothing personal" my arse. im backing owen on this one, billy at every chance he took tried to tear down that place, which i can imagine is not what his orignal team would have wanted. owen really should have listened to michelle.

- im coming back to mateo's storyline. i love seeing storylines on characters who aren't the main focus, espically this early. it shows a side of mateo's characther that sets us up for the future but also shows us his past. shows his fears and anxity and possibly a glimsp into his family life (how he didn't know he didn't have an american birth certificate cause his parents never told him). makes him feel more real. shows why he's so nervous for this exam but also the stakes of it for him. he has always been determined about this job, which you see before in the first five episodes. he kept trying, and we know with future knowledge that he is an amazing firefighter. what's different this time is that he has a team for the first time truly rally behind him and take time to help him. which is why this is my favourite episode of season one because its an amazing example of how amazing of a team they are. as much as they have a moan about doing the recordings (cough judd cough) they do it none the less. and they're proud of him too.

- marjan not knowing anything about star wars and yet trying to a make a reference of it cause she knows mateo would understand it

[skincareroutine]

bioshock rapture movie next for hollywood i think. if it was a show please let me write it let me do that.... i want to put my little characters in rapture pleaaaase and i want it to be like abt the citizens anthology each ep is a diff like citizen of rapture n life b4 n now whatever right and then in the blurred background of their shots you'll see like momentary glimspes of jack and whats going on (events of the game) and the camera will try to pan to it but then the protag pulls the cam back on themself like its a documentary of life in rapture i just think that'd be sooooo funny jack is doing drugs and fighting big daddy back there

[aria-ashryver]

I have never actually asked, but maybe you could share something about your original work? 👀 Not necessarily all the details, but a brief overview or your favourite part of it so far?

Oh. Oh what a can of worms you just opened lmao. Thank you my love, so very much, for asking.

Look gang, I’m writing a book series!

⚔️🌩️The Stormsinger Chronicles🌩️⚔️

Growing up, I always wanted to escape into fantasy novels. I wanted to be the knight, and the princess, and the dragon. But I wanted to read something that wasn’t Ye Olde Medieval England or Gritty America But With Magic. I wanted to find a place closer to home, you know?

Cue the Stormsinger Chronicles.

In a world where magic has been strictly prohibited, and the cycle of life and death has grown stagnant, two sisters must overcome a decade-long rift to set things to rights. If they don’t murder each other first. Which is hard to do when people can't die, but Kyrie and Petrah are nothing if not stubborn.

In short: it’s a longform, speculative fiction trilogy set in a landscape inspired by the people, flora, and fauna of New Zealand!

In (slightly less) short: its a queer fantasy novel, yo. Every one of these characters is a delightful mess. There is not one “chosen one” among them — it's just a bunch of gays, doing their best (struggling. failing. bickering. falling in love. punching each other in the face). The story hinges on the relationships between characters — familial, platonic, romantic, antagonistic — and through this, and the wider world, I’m writing with the aim that ANYONE can pick up this fantasy land and know that there is a place for them here. We can leave the straight, white, male heroes in the fantasy books of old. (Except for Callum, who I wrote to be a straight, white male hero on purpose to subvert everything that trope is hehe. He's very sweet.)

Here's some characters!

Kyrie: Grumpy, foul-mouthed OG Fuck Up. Probably covered in mud.

Petrah: Done with your shit, wants to read and drink tea.

Meredith: Looks sweet, will kill you. Social schemer.

Callum: Looks like he'll kill you, is very sweet (but can also kill you. He won't, but he can.)

Jin: Annoying people into doing crimes with you is flirting, right?

Zamir: That Classy Bitch, excellent eyebrows (with which to judge you)

Niamh: Possesses all the brain cells the rest collectively lack.

Alistair: Literally can't NOT insult you, really needs a nap. He's trying.

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There’s roaming bands of nomads! (Un)Natural disasters! Elven politics! Murder plots! Undead! General fuckery! Found family! Gods who are very bad at their job! Runecrafting! Enemies to begrudging besties! Worldbuilding for days! Diverse characters! Yearning! Trauma! An uncharacteristic lack of exclamation marks!

Here's a (WIP) map! [Image Removed - see note!]

My favourite part is... all of it hehe. But currently, I’m enjoying sinking back into the landscapes of the various regions and the creatures we can find there. Did you know NZ used to have a predatory bird called a Haast Eagle? Which —with a wingspan of 2-3 metres and claws the size of a tiger’s— was the largest eagle in the world, ever?

…Guess what I’m foisting on my characters 😈

It’s so much fun to write a world where (lacking predatory mammals like wolves and bears, etc, like NZ’s landscape is) the dangers lurking in the wild come in the form of dread weta, giant spiders, horned barklizards, Haast eagles, and dragons that look remarkably like Tuatara.

Oh, and there's the three Harpy Dens. Yeah, they’ll fuckin’ kill ya too. If the Deathless don’t catch you first. Good luck!

⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️

I’m gonna delete this in a hot second! Two reasons;

1) I’m sharing an image that includes inspiration art for characters that I intend to have my own art commissioned for — none of this art belongs to me, this is just a glimspe into behind the scenes vibes (and I had this screenshot on hand from when a friend asked about my character’s relationships)

2) On the map, any and all names in Te Reo Maori are placeholders, including (and especially) Ao Marama; when the manuscript is complete, I want to work with Tangata Whenua to have their input on choosing appropriate names for my towns and landmarks — I don’t have the whakapapa to speak to this myself, being Ngati Paheka, so it would be pretty tone-deaf of me do write without input from Maori voices. (Fortunately all five of my step-siblings are Maori, so they can be some of my first betas lol, but I’m still gonna reach out to like the Pacifica Students association at my uni and then onward form there to sensitivity readers and such)

Draft is at 120k and counting! If you've read this far, (why are you reading this far? i love you 😭😆) I'll leave you with the current opening line!

It was nearing dinnertime in Westwatch, and Kyrie was seriously contemplating shooting a man in the eye...

[the-chronically-in-pain-yogi]

B.K.S. Iyengar writes in his book Light on Life: The Yoga Journey to Wholeness, Inner Peace, and Ultimate Freedom -

"Very few people begin yoga because they believe it will be a way to achieve spiritual enlightenment, and indeed a good number may be quiet skeptical about the whole idea of self-realization. Actually, this is not a bad thing because it means most of the people who come to Yoga are practical people who have practical problems and aims -- people who are grounded in the ways and means of life, people who are sensible.

When I set off in yoga, I also had no understanding of the greater glory of yoga. I too was seeking its physical benefits, and it was these that truly saved my life. When I say that yoga saved my life, I am not exaggerating. It was yoga that gave me a new birth with health from illness and firmness from infirmity."

My goal as a lifelong yogi with chronic pain + disabilities is to promote awareness of the benefits of cultivating a yoga practice to help manage chronic pain and suffering of the mind, body, and soul.

For those who may not know, there are many, many different forms of yoga. The internet/the West's version of 'slim woman doing highly athletic and complex pose in an expensive yoga outfit' is not original yoga in its intended form, but rather, an influx of influence by western gymnastics and the capitalistic wellness industry's greed and influence. This is not yoga.

"The truth is that although the body is born, lives, and dies, you cannot catch a glimspe of the divine except through the body." - B.K.S. Iyengar

Yoga and its eight limbs (with only one of those being the physical practice, asana) can and do support mind, body, and soul connection; can help mitigate and manage pain within the mind, body, and soul; and straight-up helps me be better for myself and others. This is not some wellness industry diet culture guru bs I'm putting out here -- countless studies have shown this, and countless people echo this sentiment, including me.

I have been practicing yoga for almost 20 years, throughout many physical changes and problems. I started yoga as an anorexic 14-year-old to try and achieve the perfect body -- but my yoga and the universe, thankfully, had different plans for me. During my healing journey in my late 20s, my orthopedic surgeon/doctor, physical therapists, eating disorder recovery therapist, and clinical dietician have all been ecstatic to utilize my dilligent yoga practice to aid in the many ways I needed to heal; their sources and fields all believe in the benefits of yoga, especially within a disabled and chronically in pain body. I truly hope others find this benefit in their lives and bodies as well.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

A fun filled flower

18+

Douma x demon f!reader

Summary: douma and the reader had a talk about spicing up their sex life by bringing aphrodisiacs into their life!

Warnings: blood,biting,overstimulation,biting,marking,ritualistic type scenarios, pred/prey, fluffy douma,blood,reader is snacking on a human, slayers are pervs, everyone is 18+

"Darling,it's not going to hurt me,its not wisteria-" your lover,douma,sighed. This had been an ongoing conversation between you both,debating about bringing a certian potent drug into your guys sex life. He had been dying to try it out and now he has the chance to! He used every trick to try and convince you,even stealing the aphrodisiac itself and showed it to you.

"...fine" his eyes lit up like a flame,eyes widening with joy as he heard you say that. His arms scouped you up,twirling you around and thanking you for the opportunity. However,he had another idea in mind and it was rather obvious with what he wanted to bring up with you.

"What else is there you wanting to try?" Your voice shocked douma out of his happy trance,he froze for a second then thought about what he wanted to say.

"Do you remember the talk we had about me hunting you?" Douma said

"Yes..?"

"Well I want to do that when I take this!" He said happily,his signature smile appearing when he said that.

"Hm,it is a nice thought and you are pretty fun to toy around with when we play hide and seek so why not!"

And thats how you ended up here,running through the forest with a scarily fast demon on your tail. Douma had already taken the aphrodisiac,the effects quickly working and kicked in surprisingly fast. He was quick to run after you,happily yelling about what he'd do to you when he caught you and that he will catch his little flower. He broke branches and sliced at trees trying to get to you,yelling at you whenever you'd somehow slip out of a trap he had placed just for you.

"Come on darling! Give in and I'll make this fun for the both of us!" He had yelled,his voice fainter and fainter as you ran in the opposite direction he ran in. Your running finally came to a stop when you found a shack,something empty to hide in as douma ran around trying to find you. The thoughts of what he'd do finally kicked in,arousal flooding your body as you craved what he would do to you.

His territory spanned out for miles apon miles,so you had plenty of land to hide in but not enough time as douma ran around,trying to catch your scent and get you that way. He was becoming increasingly frustrated,even palming at his arousal didn't help as lust filled thoughts entered his mind faster than he could get them out-not like he wanted that anyways. His eyes scanned the area,picking up on your scent and followed it until he wound up in a small cluster of fallen down trees and a broken shack. Your scent was overshadowed by the scent of blood,so he followed it to the shack. He caught a glimsp of your kimono,the sleeves darkened with blood as you were hunched over a now half eaten corpse that still bled. He clicked his tounge,leaning over to inhale the rich scent of blood.

You heard him,which startled you momentarily before realizing what you were doing before. He sensed what you were about to do,your body tensing so he sprang into action and pinned you to the floorboard of the shack. Your jaw and neck was covered with blood,your hands and sleeves were darkened with the crimson drink from when you were feasting on a poor slayer who wandered a bit too close for comfort.

He leaned down,gripping your head with his hand so he could lick the blood off of your neck,savoring the sweet flavor. The sight of you like this sent blood rushing to his clothed groin,he didn't even try to hold himself back as he shoved himself inbetween your legs and rolled his hips against yours.

"Oh my pretty darling,all mine and I finally caught you!" He went on,groaning and moaning from the pleasure and the free food,his hand moved from gripping your head to snaking up your bloodied kimono,his fingers brushing over one of your nipples. The sensation made your buds harden,even more sensitive as douma pinched and rolled them between his icey cold fingers.

"I caught you darling..its time for my reward" he said happily,easily tearing off your kimono in order to have access to your bare skin underneath it. He waisted no time,leaning his head down to bite and suck at the exposed parts of your skin,groaning at the taste of your blood as it filled his mouth when he bit down on a particularly senstive area that made you moan when he bit there. He perked up,wanting to hear more of these noises so he slipped a hand lower and lower to your mound,pressing a cold finger to your clit.

He could smell your arousal as he rubbed your clit,your body wiggling and squirming as he repeatedly bit down and attacked any sensitive spots on his neck. His body became warmer than it could've been,his hips rolling against yours when the need became too much. He removed both of his hands in favor of taking off his own clothing,ripping the seams to expose himself.

"All mine..mine!" Douma said possesivley,not taking a moment longer to wrap his hand around his cock and stroked it,readying himself when he pushed the tip at your entrance. He slowly slid in,a quick change in pace when he realized that if he had shoved himself in-it wouldn't end well for him. So he took his time,slowly inching to the hilt in your warmth as he wrapped his arms around you and lapped up the blood on your face like a happy cat.

He growled when your walls fluttered around him,a feeling that almost made his resolve snap but he held himself at bay until he finally burried himself to the hilt. He smiled,staying there just for a second before pulling out so just the tip was in then roughly thrusted himself back into your warmth. He relished the shock whines and moans whenever he would catch you off gaurd or whenever he would bite down on a sensitve spot on your neck. He quickly adopted a fast pace,your slick aiding him as he chased his own pleasure. The wamrth in his body became scorching hot the moment you wrapped your arms around him,begging him to touch you.

"Douma-touch me!" you groaned out,the bastard only smiled and brought a hand up to grip your chin and leaned your head back to the floorboards beneath.

"I am touching you my sweets!" He laughed out,though he couldn't deny your pleasure.

His hand let go of your chin in favor of rubbing your senstive clit,he was careful with his sharp claws as he rubbed circles into your clit. A sinister smiled appeared on his face when he felt your walls clamp down around him,he knew you were close and wanted to drag it out longer. Your back arched,pleasure shooting up your spine as he continuously rubbed your aching clit. It wasn't until you were on the cusp of euphoria, he pulled his hand away and pulled out completely in order to flip you onto your stomach,quickly thrusting himself back in as the moments of not being burried in you were agonizing. He quickly shushed your whining

He leaned over you,using your bloodied kimono as a pillow as he shoved your face into the cloth and used his free hand to arch your back so he had more of an angle to use. This allowed him to bury himself deeper into you,hitting that spot within that made you see stars and almost whited out your vision when he picked up a faster pace.

"Such a naughty little flower! Running away from your lover when all he wanted to do was use you for pleasure" he rambled on,the aphrodisiacs making his mind run rampant with lust filled fantasies. He went on about how he wanted to use you,how much he wanted to fill you until you burst with his seed.

He didn't notice the two pairs of eyes watching you both,his senses overshadowed by lust until he looked up and his eyes connected with a pair of slayers eyes. He smiled,his cock twitching at the thought of someone watching him defile his pretty demon lover.

"Oh sweetheart,we have guests!" He gripped your neck and leaned back,pulling you until you were flush against his chest. He relished how he could see the buldge in your abdomen,smiling and going on about how no body else can do this,not even those pesky slayers. He would deal with them later, he knew they weren't much of a big deal anyways unless a hashira had followed-which he couldn't sense anyways.

"Slayers!" Your voice was angry,the hunger of another fresh meal almost overshadowed your pleasure until douma turned your head and captured your lips into a distracting kiss. His rainbow shimmering eyes connected with the slayers,as if saying "you won't dare",as if he was trying to get them to swing in order to impress you even more.

He was quickly distracted by your walls fluttering around him,your hips rolled back into his as his hand shot down and rolled your hardened nipple between his fingers. He ditched the hand on your hip in order to rub your clit in quick rushed circles, your hand going down to grip his muscled thigh as he used and pleasured you to his own pace. His own vision almost whited out when your walls clamped down around him like a vice, your orgasm hitting you so suddenly that you didn't have time to warn douma as he tried to use you through your orgasm. It felt like you were trying to milk him of all he's got,the way your hole pulsed around him,he couldn't just deny himself this. Your hips continued to roll against his through your orgasm,his mouth leaving yours in favor of biting down on your shoulder,staking his claim as the hand toying with your nipple when to still your hips as he empties himself deep within you. He kept you still, his other hand prolonging your orgasm as he rode out his high,he moaned your name as he rode it out,a sinful sound that made you twitch around him.

Even when your vision came back,your body still rearing for another round is when you noticed the slayers where still watching. One clearly had a tent in their pants as the other tried to turn away,their face red with embarrassment as they watched you both pleasure one another.

"Doumaaa,they're watching!" You giggled out,euphoria still in your system and made your mind all fuzzy as he moved from your neck to look at the slayers.

"Oh! They won't be for any longer" he slurred out,his mind fogged by the pleasure as his hips rutted up into yours at a quick pace. He quickly used his blood art,freezing both of the slayers until their legs were stiff as ice and they couldn't move.

"But lets give them a show,shall we?". His hips thrusted up harshly,causing you to gasp out as he hit the pleasurable spot within you.

He pulled himself out then leaned back onto the floorboards,allowing you to climb on top of him and positioned yourself so you could easily slide back down to the hilt. His hands gripped your thighs,happily digging his sharp nails into your plump skin as he raised and lowered your body onto his cock. He did this until you found your own pace,bouncing on him to your hearts content as you pulled your demon lover back up for a harsh kiss,fighting for dominance until douma becams the victor.

"Such a whorish little demon! Showing off to these measly slayers,you like someone watching you though,hm? Dirty slut" he muttered between kisses,loving how your walls fluttered around him.

His back arched when your pace picked up,now using him at a speed he couldn't keep up at. Slick wet skin on skin slapping sounds was all he heard between you both besides the occasional moan and groan from either of you. His hand dipped down between your legs,rubbed and circling your clit as he leaned down to suck one of your hardened nipples back into his mouth. His other hand had a tight grip on your thigh as he did this, his tounge lapping at the hardened bud before he bit around it,loving the way your body reacted to his rough treatment.

Douma looked back at the slayers,laughing in his mind as he could see them both struggle in their bonds,the male clearly aroused by the tent in his uniform as he watched douma stake his claim. He groaned when your hand yanked him back by his hair,your hips stilling when you growled out "eyes on me" before resuming your previous actions.

Douma savored the pleasure,he tried to prolong his orgasm-he tried to keep it back but he simply couldn't. The tip of his cock hit your cervix,the spongy feeling and warmth of your walls practically begged for him to paint them with his seed. A ring of white was at the base of his cock, your slick and his previous release gathering at the base of his pelvis as he quickly took over and harshly thrusted his hips up into you. Your shocked cry made him chuckle,he kept you still as he took over for you, chasing his and your high until your pleasured cry reached his ears as your walls squeezed around him. Your orgasm Whiting out your vision,your head tilted back as your pretty pleas for him to fill you up didn't fall on deaf ears.

"Oh my pretty flower wants to be filled? I can do that!" His arms wrapped around your body,he didn't stop thrusting-he only sped up faster, becoming impossibly harsher as he chased his own high and prolonged your orgasm.

"M'gonna-" he choked out and shoved you down to the base, he groaned as he heard you practically scream out his name when he came. The feeling of his warmth filled you had caused another smaller intense orgasm, the euphoria caused your mind to become delirious as he fillex and fucked you through his own release.

"Douma-darling" your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts but he simply couldn't stop. The shocks of pleasure and pain mixing into a delicious feeling as he continued to chase his own high,not realising he already reached it.

"Mine! No one will get to use you...Only me!" He snarled out,his powers causing the room to become more and more cold as he lost control,fucking you through his release.

Oh you're not regretting offering that aphrodisiac now,but tonight will be a long long night.

Taglist: @raven-whisperer @ghost-rule0 @architect-of-worlds

[katsukikitten]

Is Izuku Midoriya a boring character? Yes.

Absolutely so.

Here's why below the cut. As a general warning there will be spoilers so don't click this shit if ya haven't read any of the manga. This is just my opinion and how I'm perceiving the manga. Not some weird stab at deku stans or the like. I just wanna put this out here cause it's fun to explore.

Izuku is your typical MC in a shonen manga, friendly, bit meek, likable. We start off with two obvious and main conflicts of the story, Izuku is one of the RARE few without a quirk and his former best friend that tells him to kill himself as he's more likely to get a quirk in his next life than this one which sets up some sweet irony as Izuku does indeed get a quirk. I'd also like to point out early in that I realize there are deeper and more underlying conflicts that affect the story as a whole but currently these two issues are more closely related to Izuku.

As far as personality Izuku hasn't changed much. Still the optimistic, happy go lucky with some small down trodden moments that is typical of a main character. Surface level and nothing more than skin deep has been explored making Izuku one dimensional. If anything it feels as if his character has reversed since he was given his quirk.

All Might saw the act of heroics and decides then and there this kid is going to be the next user of One for All (OFA). Izuku now has his dreams come true by a single swallow of hair before enduring a bit of a challenge with training. Which he will encounter again and again as his body isn't strong enough for OFA, understandably so since he was both born without a quirk and didn't train before being bestowed the heavy burden of responsibility.

Before his quirk we see Izuku's true hero heart when he sees Bakugou, who literally just told him to off himself, in trouble. A crowd of grown ass adults watch this boy suffocate and be essentially ingested in front of them but take no action as a "hero will handle it."

Once Izuku sees the fear and desperation in Bakugou's eyes he springs into action. No game plan nothing, his body, in his own words, moved on its own. Which this dialogue will be paralleled later by Bakugou as the two slowly take on a ying and yang theme that we will explore later.

Izuku brings many characters through their own arcs of growth both big and small throughout the entire manga. Most notably Bakugou, although Izuku's involvement could be considered more indirect, Bakugou still changes and adapts to better keep up with Izuku under the motto of Win to save and Save to win. Another important, foreshadowing-esque aspect that would make for excellent story telling.

Now we know Izuku is strong in body and in mind. We watch as he continues to pour into others from a seemingly empty cup. A perfect set up for a small break that could happen later on. We see small glimspes into what I'll call Izuku's darker side or even hidden rage. An emotion he does not often engage in, at least not for himself. Usually Izuku is passive about his own thoughts and feelings, more worried about the aggressor's feelings and emotions or whoever he is protecting. Shouto it's your power, when fighting Stain, saving Eri and Kota etc. ( Again unlike Bakugou who actively rages and speaks his mind, unafraid or aware enough to voice exactly how he's feeling. )

The rage or "darker side" first rears its ugly head when we watch Bakugou get taken through the portal as he hisses don't come for me while Izuku shouts GIVE ME BACK MY KAACHAN. Izuku then tries to organize a rescue party amongst his peers in order to rescue Bakugou from LOV. This is the first time we see Izuku, who absolutely adores heroes to the point of keeping detailed notes for fun, not believe in their ability. Especially not to save someone he considers himself close to. A silent introduction to the reader about the true colors of hero society which only get highlighted after Bakugou's rescue and the fall of All Might.

Now this is where the story could start getting really, really good. Teeming with character development.

Class 1A has been exposed, twice now, to direct criminal activity under the "sanctity" of UAs safeguard. Which at this point had been unheard of but the hero commission and the school board take it in their own best interest to further indoctorate these young children to lay their lives down for the "greater good" in what is no an inevitable war. (which could have been prevented but that's an entire OTHER essay about the parallels of IRL government and the hero society that I'm not equipped enough to make)

Pushing the children harder, longer hours, more trianing. Faster paced schooling and even skipping to internships that were normally a 3rd year on the cusp of adulthood activities.

We watch Todoroki, Bakugou, Ochaco (although no where nearly in depth which given the genre of manga) and most of class 1A grow into themselves and their quirks. And sure we can say Izuku is maturing and growing as well but in the same hand I don't think he's learned a damn thing at all. He still pushes his body well beyond it's limits even to the point he could risk permanently damaging his muscles and ligaments. He pushes himself mentally far beyond what a teenager should and still shoulders the burden of a grown ass man's secret that he only shares with Bakugou for the time being because Bakugou was quick to figure it out.

We turn to the first Shigi v Deku showdown. Starting to get angry the more and more people fall around him but especially so when Bakugou steps in to take the hit from Shigiraki head on. Bakugou had just "moved on his own" when going to save Izuku.

Control your heart becomes the main conflict for Izuku from this point forward. Which again, could be an excellent set up for development as we clearly see Izuku doesn't have a lot of healthy coping mechanisms or even people he can confide any of his heavy emotions in, other than maybe Bakugou.

But even still when he goes rogue it is more so to protect others around him since Izuku knows he is being targeted. Easier to bear the weight of the world on his own, as the chosen one often does, than to trust fully in your friends/peers capabilities.

Now class 1A shows up for Izuku, all of them if I'm not mistaken and care for him, reassure him that things aren't going to go south and that he doesn't have to do it alone.

Fast-forward to the current arc, which is another long winded essay I'll spare you as it crumbles after Bakugou dies. Now I'm not saying as a Bakugou Stan I'm just mad he's dead, nah I think I would have PREFERRED he stayed dead over whatever the fuck this denim heart, Edge shot living inside his chest shit is. However Bakugou's death or possible death could have been an excellent set up to the true climax.

The break, the snap.

The moment the strong, grin and bear it character, the has morals, will be a true hero and save everyone even the villain SNAPS.

No pupils, no thoughts propelling him other than the grizzly scene of dying, dead heroes and most importantly Bakugou.

Imma break down the first panel below.

Right away we are hit with heavy emotions as Izuku takes in the scene. His eyes going where you may ask? BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI FIRST. Which Izuku was spared an even more horrific image cause at least Bakugou looks more cleaned up here and is "fixed up". We see the shock on Izuku's face, see his heart fall into his stomach as he realizes and then we see him notice the card. Now in this moment, the bloodied card that Bakugou kept with him all this time, Izuku realizes exactly what it means. The card symbolizing their friendship that prideful Bakugou first pushed down since the day of their little miscommunication, Bakugou through all his mean fucked shit he said and through his apology that he meant, carried Izuku's friendship with him.

Now we see the horror, the slow leak of rationality as his heart rate increases. As he fully digests what exactly he's seeing. His best friend lies dead.

The same very friend we first saw the glimpse with, then again the full blown episode and finally the one who kept propelling Izuku forward as both characters uplift and yet fight to "stay out of the others shadow." Since both are too prideful or dumb to figure out they are equals, balance to the other side.

Win to save, save to win. All for one, One for All.

Are we getting the parallels yet?

THIS WAS THE FUCKING TURNING POINT TO SET UP THE REVERSAL OF BAKUGOU AND IZUKU'S CHARACTERS. The "bad" in Izuku finally coming out as he loses all thought to do anything but eradicate Shigiraki from this realm and in turn AFO. Where Bakugou could have, even with his denim heart, woken up and STOPPED IZUKU with the calm controlled manner that Izuku usually has.

"YA SAID YA WANTED TO FUCKIN SAVE HIM REMEMBER?" "I DONT SEE YA SMILING IZUKU."

Bringing Izuku back to his senses, where he can control his heart and do what he said he would do. Save everyone, including Tomura who was discarded by the fucked society he wants to destroy.

But instead we get this.

Miro, an older teen he only met last year and fought along side once, and turn this fucking wilding out raging deku fully consumed by emotion into this?

I doubt it. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced anger to a point that you black out, but sometimes even people you love and care for cannot reach you in that state. All rational thought is gone.

This was a moment for Bakugou and Izuku.

The fact that Miro tells him to chil and Izuku does right away. No one holds him back, he still stamps down his emotions, does nothing that we can see as far as training or even exploring his depth of rage, especially for Bakugou that so obviously triggers these emotional response. Izuku is just born perfect and lovable. Nothing to change.

He gets to fight this fight fully fine? Fully in tune with a zen enough state of mind to hone his anger like a sword? Dog he hasn't even explored his anger as fucking whole and you're telling me he just gets it under control after he's entered that state first try?

His ever perfect, ever controlled emotion, ever optimistic and doing the good and ultimately right thing the first time, every time is lack luster. A slap in the face to it and those heroes that did lose their lives and the trauma all of these young teens are going to experience

Not only that but it is a disservice to Izuku's character development in general.

Izuku is stagnant, not only in this arc but through the entirety of the manga. Nothing changes him at his core or alters him for the better or worse. He's still good Izuku taking on the world and the problems all on his own.

This is what makes Izuku Midoriya boring

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi Val-chan! I love your events they are always so organized and aestetic pleasing 💛 Can I get a sfw drabble with the Queen of the Moon deck and a female reader with Killer? Thank you byeeeeee

Love u 💛

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Killer x Fem Reader: You Feel the Same Way? SFW

warning: none

‘Oh god he saw you looking and he is going to think you’re a creep.’ you said to yourself as looking down at the beer in front of you. Killer had taken off his helemet to enjoy his beer when he caught you looking at him.

Killer sat next to you, he  grabbed the handle to the beer mug as he took a drink of his own beer. Killer would often take glimspe of you, his hemelt providing him to do so as you wouldn’t know he was looking at you. Killer just felt his draw towards you and it grew more as you both became closer. “_____ you gonna look at you beer or aren’t you gonna drink it??” he asked you, then taking a drink of his own beer. “Oh um yeah hehe.” grabbing your mug taking a drink.

“Everything okay you see kinda off?” Killer looked over at you, his hands resting on the counter top.

“I’m fine hehe.” you nervously said. “No your not everytime your nervous you end up ‘hehe’  Tell me whats on your mind.”

Taking another drink feeling a bit confident “I just been thinking about someone lately. I mean I kind always have. Have you ever felt like  you can go to them for anything, speak your mind, have a good laugh with them and also feel like time has stopped for a moment when they look at you.”  you bahsfully chuckled “but then you don’t want to ruin a good friendship  because you can’t never tell them how you feel,you always choke up or feel like something could ruin it..” you sighed looking at the bubble from your beer rising to the top. “Is the person hard to talk too?”  Killer asked.

You shook your head “I can talk to them, they are easy to talk too.... What would be your advice on how I should approach them?” asking Killer as you looked up from your mug into his eyes.

“Be straight forward with them… If your comfortable around them I don’t see the issue…. You never know what they might be feeling. They may have worried about rejection too, it could be the case why they never told you…Kinda going through the same thing on my end, Im hoping she gets a hunch now.” Feeling your cheeks being to burn just a bit more, you felt his words were specifically for you this gaze seem to peirce deep inside your soul. Just looking at him for a moment longer. “You feel that way as well?” asking Killer as he nodded.

Killers large arm wrapped around your waist “I do” seeing the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. He mesmerzing blue eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment. “I don’t have to fear rejection any longer.”

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @kerokerogecko @p0chy @kirakirakill

[purpleyellow]

Canada bros

The boyz 12th member

Mae’s masterlist

“The one where Kevin met Mae and a little glimsp of her life as a trainee”

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 🧡

Dropping her body on the floor, Mae leaned against the wall as she took deep breaths and grabbed the water bottle from Sangyeon’s extended hand. 

The feeling of her entire body burning and the lack of oxygen in the room made it completely confusing to her as to how the other trainees were still standing even after the instructor had told them to take a break.

Sitting next to her, Jacob patted the empty spot on his side and waved for the new boy to sit with them just as the girl sighed complaining “I might throw up”

“My legs are burning” Kevin laughed awkwardly, kneeling on their side and Mae nodded, aware that he probably didn’t hear her comment but had no energy to repeat herself.

“Slowly you’ll get used to it,” Jacob said with a somewhat uncertain smile which led the girl to laugh with the little energy she had left. “Stop it” He nudged her with his elbow and Mae shook her head.

“Sorry, I’ve just been waiting for it to get better since day one”  

“We’ll get through it” Patting her on the back, Jacob nodded before clearing his throat and turning back to Kevin “So, which part of Canada were you from?”

Closing her eyes and fully letting her body limp, Mae could almost feel herself falling asleep as the many voices filled the room. Also, mentally saying to herself that she might have to cling to Eric now that her designated friend was too interested in another person that must also admire maple trees, hockey, or whatever stereotypical stuff people associated with Canadians.

She didn’t really have time to question her random train of thought before the teacher was back in the room telling them to go stand in place. Opening her eyes, Mae was met with the normal sight of Jacob’s extended hand, who hadn’t stopped his conversation with the new kid but also didn’t ignore his usual ritual of helping her get up.

Walking a few steps to her usual spot next to Sangyeon, who acted more like a silent caretaker than the usual trainee, the girl half-assed some already light stretches as the song started a few counts ahead of what they had practiced. 

“You’re doing well” Sangyeon turned giving her a thumbs up once the class was nearing its end but all she could pull was a breathless smile, supporting her hands on her knees to watch the teacher going off about putting more energy into the moves. Patting her back he repeated himself “You’re improving a lot, let’s keep going”

“Everybody needs to stop talking about debuting material because I don’t think I’ll ever be debuting material” The girl sighed once the lesson was done and the room was nearly empty. Throwing her body on top of her backpack, she hugged it and hid her face in her arms as the older boy patted her back once again.

“Look, you arrived just in time for the weekly Minkyung break down” Eric joked to Kevin as they, as well as Jacob, approached her making the girl raise her head to show him she was rolling her eyes.

“Small progress is still progress, right? I think I read that somewhere” Jacob laughed awkwardly, sitting on the ground to both rest his legs and also pat her head. Mae wondered if they thought she was a dog because of the amount of patting going on.

“Did you see that on a Tumblr blog or something?” Kevin awkwardly chuckled, hopping his joke would land right and some of them gave him confused smiles “Nothing, forget about it”

“The only part of training you’re struggling with is dance, there’s nothing wrong with that” Sangyeon shook his head ignoring them speaking in English, and returned his attention to the girl “And you’re much better than you were last month. To be honest, you’re not half as horrible as you say you are”

“I’m not keeping up with the rest of you, that's the problem. And my entire body constantly feels like it’s been crushed by a tractor” Mae whined rolling on the ground and stopping with her back on the floor. “But I can’t stop right now because I’ll be long behind for anyone to even help”

Looking between her and Kevin, Jacob felt a little bad the boy had to see her this down on his first day, especially considering he knew she would be up and trying again the next morning. Yet, he didn’t really know how to find him a way out without coming off as rude to her.

“Do you want to go rest, maybe?” He asked her hoping it would make things better and getting a small “No” as an answer.

“I’m staying to study, you can go and we’ll return to the dorms together” Eric nodded pointing to his backpack. Sangyeon, Jacob, and Eric gave him a thumbs up before leaving.

Hearing the door click, Mae sat up while massaging her thighs while watching the boy sitting next to her “You’re not going to study, are you?”

“Vocal evaluations are coming up, I’ll work on them not school” He chuckled pulling out his phone “Want to help me with it?”

“Sure,” The girl sighed, crossing her legs and slumping a little while also warming up her voice.

The next day, Mae did her usual online work during the morning in a little empty room they had separated for classes, since most of the younger kids went to presential school she was the only one who occupied it full time.

The three little knocks around lunchtime usually indicated that the trainees were done with the schedule for the morning and had a little break to eat. Though, that time only one knock was delivered and the door cracked open a bit to show Kevin’s head.

“Oh thank God, I was so scared this was the wrong room” He sighed, relieved and a little embarrassed while excusing himself in. “Jacob told me this was a quiet place to have lunch but he got stuck on the cafeteria so I’d figure you wouldn’t want yours to be cold by the time he got here”

Noticing the two containers in his hands, the girl was quick enough to grab her papers and shove them to the side, nodding for him to sit on the table with her.

“Thanks for bringing it here. Just be careful not to spill anything because the fault will most likely go on me” Giving him a small smile, she took out one of the food boxes and placed it in front of her. 

“You’re not a fan of failing are you?” The comment fell out of his mouth before Kevin could stop it and the girl looked at him with wide eyes “I’m sorry. Oh, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that”

Seeing him grow slowly embarrassed, Mae couldn’t help but giggle entertained by his antics, and shook her head “I guess I’m not” crossing her legs on the chair, she shrugged “I can be a bit of a people pleaser sometimes, but I didn’t think it was that visible”

“It’s not. The two situations we were in just kind of aligned with that” He chuckled opening his own box and giving her a kind smile “But I mean it’s fine. Aren’t we all at some point”

“Maybe” Shrugging again, the girl leaned back to stare at the wall “But you and Cobie don’t have to come here every day. If you feel like staying at the restaurant I fix up something to eat before leaving in the morning”

“Oh do we interrupt you? He said you usually did this so I thought-” Kevin trailed off ready to get up and leave if she said so and Mae looked down at her food before mumbling “We do, yeah. Just figured you might prefer to stay somewhere else other than this cubicle”

“I mean. The room has its charms” He laughed alongside her making the girl look more excited “Honestly if you don’t mind, I’m happy to hang out here” Giving a tight-lipped smile, Mae returned to her food as they waited, in a comfortable silence, for Jacob to join them.

“So, do you watch youtube?” Kevin tried making some small talk as she slurped on her noodles and Mae frowned on her spot “Youtube? Like music videos?”

Tsking, Kevin laughed at her clueless face “Oh child, I have so much to teach you”

[dcbutinamrev]

“Please…I need you” for Ben/André

Of course! This is based off of and from the episode "Trial and Execution" (s3, ep. 10 in Turn: Washington's Spies.) and some of it my own imagination. I'm using a transcript of the episode to help me with this because I remember very clearly Andre and Tallmadge having a conversation in the carriage in the episode but I couldn't remember the exact words. If you'd like me to do a ficlet for your favorite amrev ship, send me a prompt with your ship and I'll try my best to make a ficlet of it!

***

Congress still refuses to pay me.

John Andre's coming here.

In exchange for 20,000 pounds, I shall transfer to you the plans for West Point.

Arnold's a traitor.

~~~

The accused, Nathan Hale, having been found guilty of espionage and treasonous conspiracy against His Majesty King George III, shall here by be executed as a spy on this day the 22nd of October, 1776. If the condemened has any last words. Let him speak now.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

~~~

Major Benjamin Tallmadge shoots upright in his cot in his tent, his bright blue eyes wide and jaw slacked slightly. The bedsheets drape around his waist and he huffs and puffs as he sucks in gulps of air, blinking the dots he sees in his eyes. Still trying to catch his breath, Tallmadge clenches and unclenches his fists on the linen sheets as he glances around his surroundings. He begins to relax, his breathing much slower and calmer, as he realizes where he is. Tallmadge squeezes his eyes shut and bits his lip hard, hard enough for it to draw a small drop of blood. He swallows thickly and grimace as though a hand were clenching around his throat and it'd be difficult for him swallow. He lets out a shaky breath and blinks his eyes fast as he sits himself up agianst the pillows surrounding him. He feels his heart racing, fast as a lightning strike during a storm. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck tingle and his arms shake. His fingers twitches and he flops back down onto the pillows, his golden blonde hair untied from its standard tight braid.

He stares up ast the tent's ceiling, letting his arms drop and dangle on either side of his bed as he begins to be calm once more. His breathing now steady and his heart rate somewhat slowed, Tallmadge sits himself back up once more, running a hand through his hair as he lets an arm drape over his propped up knee.

It's quiet, Tallmadge thinks to himself. He frowns, swinging his legs around and grimacing when his feet touches the grass, still damp from the early morning's dew. He furrows his brows as he glances out at the small crack of the entranceway to his tent. Too quiet.

Tallmadge pushes himself up, straightens his bed and walks over to the wooden chair at the desk nearby where a couple of unfinished corrospondences are still laid upon the desk, his uniform draped over the back of the chair. Tallmadge huffs out a breath as he slips on his white shirt, adjusting the ruffled cuffs and buttons and tying his neck cloth and cravat rather quickly, his fingers fumbling over themseleves. He fixes his hair into a tight braid before slipping on his blue Continental coat.

Tallmadge gives himself a quick glance in the mirror and nods his head in approval once, his jaw clenched, before stepping out into the open, the flaps to the tent flapping behind him as he exits. He glances up at the sky, an overcast sky, and lets his eyes take a moment to adjust. Tallamdge jerks when he hears someone whistle, trying to get a horse's attention perhaps.

Tallmadge follows the noise until he sees General Washington and Colonel Alexander Hamilton along with the Marquis de Lafayette standing nearby. Tallmadge walks up to them, his back straight when he locks eyes with the General.

"Ah, Major Tallmadge," the General says, his voice gruff and smooth. Deep and raw at the same time. "Morning."

Tallmadge nods and bows respectfully before standing up straight again. "Morning, Your Excellency, sir."

"You do remember what occurs today, correct?" the General asks, quirking an eyebrow at Tallmadge expectedly.

Tallmadge grimaces and nods, swallowing hard as he remembers Hale. He licks his lips and grips his hands behind his back. "Yes, sir."

"We shall see you there," the General says.

Tallmadge nods again but doesn't reply as he watches the trio turn swiftly, their cloaks flapping along against the back of their legs as they disappear around the corner. Tallmadge closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath.

Oh, Nathan...

Is the last thing he thinks.

~~~

"Major Tallmadge," a smooth, elegant and rather light British voice says suddenly nearby as Tallmadge now stands next to a carriage, waiting. He ticks his eyes towards a man, a young man who happens to be in his late twenties to early thirties with smooth, combed back dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a braid behind his ear. A rounded chin and hooked nose, a thin smile and laugh lines on his cheeks. His uniform is clearly distinct, as it is a bright red indiciating his loyalty to the British. He smiles and nods once as he approaches Tallamdge. "Allow me to say that it is an honor to properly meet your aquaitance."

Tallmadge frowns, his brows furrowed as he presses his lips together. He swallows again and keeping his eyes trained on Andre with his jaw clenched, he forces a smile to appear and nods in greeting. Tallmadge steps aside as he watches Andre climb up the steps into the carriage and sits himself down. Tallmadge follows and watches a servant closes the door before walking around them. Tallmadge turns to face Andre once more. Andre grins as he pulls out a crumbled paper and charcoal and begins to sketch a rough line in what Tallmadge must think is the beginning of the subject's eye.

"Did you study portraiture back in Europe?" Tallmadge asks.

Andre ticks his eyes up from the paper and smiles thinly. "I did."

Tallmadge watches as he begins to sketch out the right eye. He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering what to say now.

"I wonder if you might indulge in my curiosity" Andre says suddenly, breaking the silence as the carriage begins to move. "Do you remember when you first heard my name?"

"Oh, I remember it well," Tallmadge says, keeping his eyes on the paper, watching the pieces come together. "It was a brisk Thursday, January, '77. Mr. Nathaniel Sackett, a friend of mine, he was telling me how he had managed to place a man within your inner circle posing as a Coldstream Guard.” He grits his teeth and curls his fists in his lap. “That man was later killed by a knife, as was Mr. Sackett.” 

Andre pauses his work and presses his lips together before glancing up at Tallmadge. “I would like you to accept my apology for Mr. Sackett. My orders for Lietuenant Gamble were to avoid violence at all costs.” 

Tallmadge eyes Andre before nodding once. “I accept.” 

A pause. 

“Though, I will not apologize for the punishment Lietuenant Gamble recieved of any kind,” Andre says. “Gamble knew well the risk of our particular business.” 

“I suppose Sackett knew the risks as well,” Tallmadge says.  I must say that he was quite impressed with the ruse that you concocted with Sutherland and Shanks.” A pause. Tallmadge scoffs mixed with a laugh. “ A master stroke, he would have called it.” 

Andre hums, dotting something onto the paper. “Hardly.” 

Tallmadge swallows, watching the man across from him. He bites his lip, seeing the twinkle in the dark brown irises, the sharp cut of his jaw, the braid behind his ear, the thinness of his lips, a blush pink. Tallmadge clears his throat, blinking his eyes. 

“I sometimes wonder if Sackett would have seen right through Benedict Arnold,” Tallmadge says, attempting conversation once more. 

Andre frowns and clenches onto the charocal. “Arnold was a faliure.” He looks up. “Culper is the master stroke. Seeing as I’m about to take a vow of enternal silence, who was the Culper contact in New York City?” 

Tallmadge narrows his eyes, clenching his fist and jaw and glances out the window, blinking his eyes. The vision of Hale before him, his Hale, his dear Hale, flashes right in front of his eyes before he could stop himself. He clearly sees the flaxen blonde hair, almost white, a glimspe of icy, cold blue eyes, the rough feel of pale skin against his. Tallamdge shakes his head befoer turning back to Andre, who has an eyebrow raised mostly out of concern. 

“I had...had a classmate in Yale College,” Tallmadge says, “by the name of Nathan Hale. I followed him into the army of ‘76. He was tracked and caught by Robert Rogers and...” Tallmadge lets out a shuddering breath and lifts a shoulder. “Subsequently hanged as a spy...” 

“And do you think his case and mine are alike?” Andre wonders. 

Tallmadge’s expression is blank, passive. “He did his duty for his country. You did yours for your king.” 

“Then I want you to know I see honor in both.” 

“Then you are mistaken.” 

Andre sighs and glances out the window, staring at his reflection as he watches the trees blur together as they roll by before glancing back down at the paper and smiles softly before glancing up at Tallmadge. “I didn’t do it for the king. I did it for a woman. That is the loss I regret more so than my own life.” 

Tallmadge doesn’t reply. He watches Andre fold the paper up and stuff it into his pocket along with the piece of charocal. He smiles thinly, a warm smily as an idea clicks into his brain. Andre reaches behind towards his braid behind his ear and grabs hold of the end of it. He pulls out a pocket knife and chops off a small piece before tucking the knife back into his pocket and grabbing Tallmadge’s wrist and placing the small piece of braided hair into his palm. He stares at it in shock and confusion before glancing back up at Andre. 

But Andre only smiles and glances out the window. 

~~~

Major John Andre climbs out of the carriage first once they have arrived at their destination, followed by Tallmadge himself. A servant slams the door shut. Tallmadge checks the ropes binding Andre's wrists in front of him before guiding him towards the tree where his fate lies. Tallmadge tenses as he appraoches slowly, swallowing the bile he feels rising up down his throat. He breathes shakily in and out as they march closer with each passing second, keeping his head up, back straight, shoulders sqaured, eyes narrowed and determined.

Andre turns to Tallmadge when they stop. Discreetly, Tallmadge clutches onto the braid in his palm. He can't seem to make his arm stop shaking. He swallows, licks his lips and turns to Andre. Andre nods reassuringly, a small smile on his face as climbs up the steps under the tree.

Tallmadge steps back between the Marquis de Lafayette and Colonel Hamilton. Hamilton glances at him worriedly for a quick second, which causes Tallmadge to clench his jaw and breathe in slowly, holding his breath as he tightens his grip in his palm. He wants to close his eyes, not watch as he Hale in Andre's place. But he remains strong and keeps his eyes trained, locked on Andre's.

Andre is given a white blindfold and he takes it. He stares at it for a breif moment, before ticking his eyes back with Tallmadge's. Tallmadge stiffens when he sees Andre giving him a small smile and a nod. He thinks he hears, "It'll be but a momentary pang."

That doesn't settle Tallmadge's nerves and fears. He presses his lips together, stands taller than before which causes the Marquis and Hamilton to excahnge concerned and confused looks breifly before returning to attention. Tallmadge tightens his grip on the braid still in his palm, helplessly watches Andre wrap the blindfold around his eyes. Tallmadge breathes in once again, holds his breath, and squeezes his eyes shut.

Please...I need you... he suddenly thinks.

"If the condemened has any last words," a rough voice declares. "Let him speak now."

Tallmadge squeezes his eyes harder, tightens his grip tighter and bites his lip hard enough for it to draw blood. His arms tremble, his fingers tingle against his skin from how tight his grip has been, he hears ringing in ears. He sees Hale before him instead of Andre, those piercing, icy, cold blue eyes, that pale skin, that light-blonde hair--almost white.

"I pray that you all bare me witness that I may bare my fate like a brave man."

There's a deafening crack and Tallmadge whimpers, breathing sharply in and out, trying to control his racing heart as he blinks his eyes open only to find that the world is smeared before him. He hears a voice calling his name, a French accented voice, the Marquis, out of worry and concern.

Tallmadge doesn't hear him, can't hear him due to the ringing in his ears. He unfolds his palm, his hand shakes, as he stares at the braid in his palm. He clenches his fist and glances over his shoulder where Andre was alive not but a moment ago.

Please... Tallmadge thinks, swallowing the lump down.

I need you...

[two-faced-warcriminal]

Could you please do some angst hc for Perseus?

Perseus Angst Headcannons:

Note: this wil be my last post on this blog, sorry for the unfinished fics, the next stages of my life are coming so this is where I end this. But thank you guys!

Note 2: this is both general perseus angst hope thats ok! Also sorry if these are bad!

One of the many downsides to being an almost phantom like presents is the fact that you are nothing more than a fleeting image.

Sure what Perseus does is monumental and shapes the world, but to society he is nothing more than a legend.

I'm sure this weights on him at times. Sure he runs a successful spy ring, and sure he is serving his motherland but to her people he is (like stated earlier)nothing more than a legend.

I bet sometimes he people watches in the big cities. He could do this for multiple reasons but one that sticks out would be to catch a glimspe of the 'normal' life.

In his line of work, settling down would be pointless. He constantly moves, and he never clocks outs. And I think he is sensible enough to realize thats no life for a lover.

Another I Hc is that the last time he had a lover was when he was young, like 18 young. Seeing how in the 1980's perseus is quite older (lets say 63) that is more than 40 years sense he had a person who was with him..

All in all while Perseus is a bad ass and is important to Soviet Russia, due to his duty he is cursed to loneliness.