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GYM FUN - KARINA SMUT - PART 1

oc x karina

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Park Jin-ho walked into the spacious workout room, his eyes scanning the various members going through their routines. His gaze stopped abruptly when he saw Karina in a far corner, already starting her warm-up. Her movements were fluid and graceful, each stretch highlighting the incredible shape of her body. Jin-ho could only gulp, his eyes fixed on her. The idol, well-known for her generous curves, was wearing a tight-fitting athletic top, and as she raised her arms and leaned to the side, the fabric stretched across her prominent chest, giving Jin-ho a very clear and rather breathtaking view of her ample breasts. He couldn't help but stare for a moment, completely captivated by her physique.

Karina's body was truly a sight to behold, even in the simple gym attire. Her athletic top clung to her torso, accentuating her narrow waist, which flared out to naturally wide hips, creating that classic, coveted "S-line" figure that South Korean men often raved about. It was no secret that she was considered one of the most beautiful idols, her visuals often described as almost unreal, like something straight out of a fantasy. But it was her chest that often drew the most attention. Her breasts were undeniably full and perfectly shaped, a focal point that many South Korean men openly admired and fantasized about. The way they moved subtly with each stretch, the gentle bounce as she shifted her weight, it was a mesmerizing sight. It wasn't just the size; there was a certain natural grace to her physique that made her movements captivating. For many men in South Korea, Karina represented the ideal of feminine beauty and sex appeal, a goddess-like figure whose every appearance sparked intense admiration and a flood of online commentary about her "divine" proportions. Jin-ho, watching her with his heart pounding a little faster than usual, certainly understood the hype

Jin-ho took one last, subtly appreciative glance at Karina’s incredible form before composing himself and walking over to where she was stretching. She was wearing sleek black leggings that hugged her legs perfectly, showcasing her toned thighs and calves. Her athletic top was a stylish charcoal grey, fitted but breathable, with thin straps that highlighted her shoulders. It was clear she took her workouts seriously.

As he approached, a professional smile gracing his lips, he said in Korean, "Annyeonghaseyo, Karina-ssi. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Jin-ho, your trainer for today." He extended a hand towards her. "We have an hour together, as you mentioned, so let's make the most of it. How are you feeling today, and is there anything specific you'd like to focus on?" He kept his tone friendly but strictly professional, his gaze focused on her eyes, though he couldn't help but notice the slight sheen of sweat on her brow and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. He was determined to keep his admiration for her stunning looks separate from his role as her trainer.

"Alright, planks first. Just keep your body straight like a board," Jin-ho said, showing her what to do. Karina got down on her arms, her butt sticking up just a little bit in the air at first, then she straightened out. Her tight gym pants showed off every curve of her bottom, and Jin-ho had to stop himself from staring too hard.

As she held the plank, her body shaking a little, she sighed in a way that sounded like she was enjoying it. "Your arms look so strong," she said, looking up at him with a sly smile. "You must be able to hold on for a long time." Jin-ho felt his face get a little hot but tried to act cool. "It comes with the job. Just like your amazing body comes with yours."

Then, while she was holding the plank, she started to wiggle her hips a tiny bit from side to side. It was a small move, but Jin-ho definitely noticed. It was like she was saying, 'Look at this, do you like it?' Her chest was pressed against her top, and he could see the outline of her nipples pushing against the fabric. He had to look away for a second.

Karina held the plank, her body firm and toned, but a playful glint in her eyes suggested her mind wasn't solely on her core strength. She subtly arched her back downwards for a fleeting moment, causing her chest to press even harder against the thin material of her top, the shape of her nipples becoming even more defined. She then returned to the strict plank form, as if testing Jin-ho to see if he had noticed the brief, deliberate flash.

"Is this… making you sweat, Jin-ho ssi?" she asked, her voice laced with a teasing sweetness as she glanced over at him, a small smirk playing on her lips. The question was clearly double-edged, referring both to the physical exertion and the obvious effect she was having on him. She then slowly lowered herself to her knees, stretching her arms out in front of her in a child's pose, offering Jin-ho an unobstructed view of her perfectly rounded backside in the tight leggings. As she held the pose, she subtly flexed her glutes, the smooth fabric stretching and clinging to every curve. Jin-ho found himself having to look away, his professional composure teetering on the edge. His heart was definitely pounding now, and he could feel a warmth spreading through his lower body.

Jin-ho’s mind was racing. He could feel the heat radiating from Karina, not just from her workout, but from a palpable sexual energy that was now thick in the air between them. It was undeniable – the sly glances, the suggestive comments, the subtle body language. Karina wasn't just teasing; she was clearly horny and looking for an outlet. And out of everyone in the gym, she was directing that energy squarely at him. A surge of adrenaline and desire shot through him. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an incredibly hot idol practically throwing herself at him. He decided then and there that he wasn't going to let this moment pass. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

Jin-ho took a step closer, his gaze locking onto Karina's. The professional mask had completely slipped, replaced by a raw hunger that mirrored her own. "You're right, Karina-ssi," he said, his voice low and husky, "this doesn't have to be just a workout." His eyes flickered down to her chest, lingering for a moment before returning to hers, a silent question hanging in the air. He saw the answering spark in her eyes, a clear invitation. Without another word, he reached out, his hand gently tracing the curve of her neck before sliding down to rest on the swell of her breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the fabric, feeling the hard peak beneath. "You want this, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Karina’s smile widened, a look of pure, unadulterated desire washing over her beautiful face. She moved towards Jin-ho, who had indeed settled onto the padded floor, his legs spread slightly, the unmistakable bulge of his erection clearly visible through his gym shorts. Kneeling in front of him, her eyes never leaving his, she slowly reached out a hand. Her fingers, delicate yet firm, gently traced the outline of his hard-on through the fabric, her touch sending a visible shiver through Jin-ho’s body. She started at the base, her fingertips lightly skimming the sensitive area just above his groin, and then slowly moved upwards along the length of his thick cock, teasing him with feather-light strokes. When she reached the tip, she circled it gently, her touch promising more to come. Jin-ho watched her, his breath catching in his throat, utterly captivated by her bold and sensual initiation.

From his seated position, Jin-ho had a breathtaking view of Karina. Her beautiful face, usually framed by perfect makeup and elaborate hairstyles for performances, now had a natural, slightly flushed glow. Her eyes, wide and filled with a playful desire, were locked on his, a confident smile gracing her full lips. The angle gave him a perfect view down the front of her athletic top, the fabric stretched tight across her generous breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. Her arms were slightly outstretched as she traced his erection, pulling the material of her top taut across her chest, further emphasizing her impressive cleavage. Behind her, her back arched slightly, presenting her round, firm buttocks, the tight black leggings clinging to every curve and crevice. Her thighs looked thick and powerful, hinting at the strength she possessed beneath her seemingly delicate exterior. It was a view that confirmed every fantasy he'd ever had about the stunning idol, amplified by the intimate and undeniably seductive way she was now touching him. Slowly, Karina reached down and pulled Jin-ho's hard cock out of his gym shorts. It popped out, looking thick and long in the air. Her eyes opened a little wider as she looked at it, like she was surprised by how big it was. She reached out with both hands, her fingers gently wrapping around its length. She started to stroke it slowly, just feeling the weight and hardness of it in her hands She started to move her hands up and down more quickly now, really getting a feel for his hardness. Her eyes flicked up to meet Jin-ho’s, a playful, teasing smile on her face. Then, she leaned forward slightly and slowly licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. Jin-ho gasped, his body tensing. Karina kept her eyes on him as she took more of him into her mouth, her lips closing around the head. She sucked gently at first, then with more enthusiasm, her hand still stroking the length of his shaft. From Jin-ho’s perspective, having the incredibly gorgeous Karina from Aespa’s lips wrapped around his cock was an experience beyond his wildest fantasies. He looked down at her kneeling in front of him, her dark hair falling around his lap as she expertly licked and sucked him. Her eyes were focused, intent on pleasuring him, and the sight of such a famous and desirable idol giving him this kind of attention was unbelievably arousing.

A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over him. He couldn't believe his luck. Karina, a goddess in the eyes of millions, was treating his cock like it was the most precious thing in the world. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle tugging sensation, the occasional flick of her tongue – it was driving him absolutely crazy. He thought about all the guys in South Korea who would give anything for just a moment with her, let alone this kind of intimacy. He felt a surge of pride mixed with a heady sense of power. He was the lucky one, the one she had chosen, at least for this moment, to give him exactly what he craved. His hands instinctively reached down, wanting to touch her hair, to feel her closer as she continued her passionate assault on his senses. A surge of boldness coursed through Jin-ho. Emboldened by Karina's eager mouth, he reached down and gently but firmly placed his hands on either side of her beautiful face. Her skin was smooth and soft under his touch. Without breaking eye contact for a moment, he guided her head downwards, pressing her closer until his thick cock was fully engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. He could feel her gag slightly as she took him completely, the sensation sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He tightened his grip on her face, holding her there as she enthusiastically sucked him, the feeling of her deep throating him almost unbearable in its intensity. This was way beyond anything he could have imagined.

Jin-ho eased his grip on Karina’s face, allowing her to pull back. She immediately started to cough, a slight gag reflex kicking in from taking him so deep. Her cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, and her eyes watered slightly. Jin-ho looked down at his thick cock, and it was indeed covered in her glistening saliva, a wet testament to her enthusiastic oral skills. He watched her take a few deep breaths, her hand reaching up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a look of slight embarrassment mixed with amusement on her face.

Her eyes went right back to his hard cock, but then she looked down at his balls. They were just hanging there, waiting. She leaned down again and opened her mouth wide enough to take them both in. They felt warm and soft in her mouth. She used her tongue to gently lick all around them, making sure she didn't miss any spot. She'd suck on them softly, then lick them again, really giving them her attention. Jin-ho made a low noise in his throat, like he really liked what she was doing. He watched her, his eyes half-closed, as she gave his balls the same kind of special treatment she gave his cock. It felt really good.

From Jin-ho’s angle, Karina’s exquisite, small face was a vision of pure, unadulterated lust. Her dark hair framed her delicate features as her mouth moved so intimately on his balls. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin as she licked and sucked, and the occasional flick of her tongue sent shivers down his spine. His hard cock rested against her cheek, a wet and throbbing presence against her soft skin, as if even it was anticipating the next wave of her attention.

He truly felt like he was dreaming. Karina from Aespa, one of the biggest idols in the world, was kneeling in front of him, giving him the kind of pleasure most men could only fantasize about. He had seen her on stage, her powerful presence captivating millions. He had seen her flawless photoshoots, her beauty almost otherworldly. But this… this was raw, intimate, and incredibly real. He was speechless, his mind struggling to catch up with the reality of the situation. What could he possibly say? Every thought seemed to dissolve into the overwhelming sensations flooding his body. All he could do was watch her, mesmerized, as she continued her passionate assault, a silent testament to a moment he knew he would never forget.

Karina pulled her mouth away from Jin-ho’s slick cock and balls, her lips glistening with his saliva. She looked up at him, a playful smirk dancing on her face. "So, Jin-ho ssi," she purred, her voice a little hoarse from her efforts, "what are you in the mood for now?"

Jin-ho's gaze was immediately drawn to her chest. Her athletic top, now slightly damp, clung to her ample breasts, the shape of her nipples clearly defined beneath the fabric. He couldn't help but stare, completely captivated by their fullness.

Karina followed his gaze and a knowing smile spread across her face. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached down and lifted the hem of her top, pulling it up just enough to expose the lower curves of her magnificent breasts. She held the fabric there, offering him a teasing glimpse of the pale skin underneath,

Karina held the hem of her top just high enough to reveal the plump undersides of her breasts, the shadow of her areola just visible, but not the full glory. "You like what you see, Jin-ho ssi?" she purred, her voice a husky whisper. "These were made for worship, you know. They get very sensitive… especially when they're teased just right." She lowered the hem a fraction, then lifted it again, giving him tantalizing glimpses. "Imagine how soft they feel in your hands. How good it would feel to have your mouth on them, sucking gently… or maybe a little rougher, if you prefer." She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tell me, Jin-ho ssi, which way would you worship them best?"

Slowly, deliberately, Karina took a step closer to Jin-ho, still kneeling with his hard cock pointing straight ahead. The lower half of her luscious breasts, still partially hidden by her lifted top, came closer and closer to his erection. Then, with a soft sigh and a playful smile, she leaned forward just a little, gently brushing the underside of one plump breast against the hard ridge of his penis. The soft give of her flesh against his rigid member sent a jolt of pure electricity through Jin-ho. Karina repeated the motion, this time with the other breast, teasing him with the incredibly soft and sensitive underside. It was a torturous dance of near-contact, her not fully showing him her breasts making the tease even more intense, the slight friction of her skin against his cock promising a pleasure that was just out of reach.

With a playful giggle, Karina widened the small gap between her breasts and, with a slow, deliberate motion, guided Jin-ho’s thick, long, hard cock right into the warm, soft crevice. The sensation for Jin-ho was instantly overwhelming. The feeling of her soft, full breasts enveloping his erection was like being cradled in the most sensual pillow imaginable. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the subtle pressure of her cleavage against his shaft was incredibly arousing. It was an intimate and daring move, trapping his cock in her personal warmth, and Jin-ho felt a rush of pure, unadulterated lust mixed with a thrill of disbelief at Karina's boldness. His breath caught in his throat, and he could do nothing but watch her face, his body completely captivated by the incredible sensation of being nestled between Aespa Karina's glorious breasts.

Even though he couldn't really see her boobs, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out between them felt amazing. Every time he pushed in a little, the tip of his dick would just about touch her lips. He watched her face as this happened. Her mouth would open a tiny bit, and she'd look right at him with this playful look. It was like she was teasing him. The feeling of her soft boobs squeezing his cock was driving him crazy, and the thought of his tip almost touching her lips with every push was so hot. He let out a soft groan, completely lost in the feeling of her body on his.

The way Karina’s thick, soft breasts cradled his hard cock was unlike anything Jin-ho had ever experienced. They weren't just resting against him; they seemed to mold around his shaft, the warm, full weight pressing in from both sides. With each subtle thrust, he could feel the silky smooth skin of her cleavage rubbing against him, a sensation that was both incredibly soft and intensely stimulating. Sometimes, as he pushed in deeper, his cock would slide up and nudge against the underside of her nipple, sending a jolt of pure electricity through him. He imagined how perfectly his head would fit right there, between those magnificent mounds of flesh. The feeling was so intimate, so incredibly carnal, that Jin-ho could barely keep himself from moaning out loud. Her thick body, pressed so close against his, only amplified the sensation, making every inch of contact feel charged with raw desire. He was completely lost in the moment, the playful tease having morphed into something deeply sensual and undeniably erotic.

Karina’s eyes dropped to where Jin-ho’s thick cock was nestled between her breasts, and she noticed the tell-tale sheen of precum glistening on its head. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. Without breaking contact with his gaze, she lowered her head slightly and parted her lips. Jin-ho watched, his breath catching in his throat, as her tongue darted out and traced a wet line along the underside of his glans. The sensation was electric, especially with the soft pressure of her breasts still surrounding him. Encouraged by his involuntary groan, she leaned in further, taking the very tip of his cock into her mouth, her warm lips closing around it gently at first, then with a more insistent suck. The contrast of the cool air on the rest of his shaft and the intense heat and moisture of her mouth was driving him wild. He could feel her hands gently squeezing his sides as she continued her teasing oral attention, all while his cock remained nestled in her cleavage

Karina’s sucking grew more insistent, her lips creating a firm seal around the head of Jin-ho's cock. She’d pull back slightly, just enough to expose the glistening tip, then plunge forward again, her tongue flicking across the sensitive underside. Jin-ho could feel his hips starting to twitch involuntarily, his hands gripping her sides tighter. The warmth of her breath, combined with the soft pressure of her breasts surrounding him, was sending waves of pure lust through his body. He closed his eyes, completely lost in the sensations. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure mingling with his own ragged breathing. This unexpected encounter was escalating rapidly, and he could feel himself inching closer to the edge.

Jin-ho’s body tensed, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his grip on Karina’s sides tightening. He could feel the unmistakable pulsing sensation building deep within him. With a final, shuddering groan, he unleashed a huge load of hot, thick cum into Karina’s mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she took it all, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. Jin-ho held her close, his body still trembling from the release. When the last drops had been expelled, Karina slowly pulled back, her lips glistening with his semen. Without hesitation, she tilted her head back and swallowed every last bit, her throat moving visibly as she did so. She then looked up at him, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. "Delicious," she whispered, her voice thick with his ejaculate.

Jin-ho’s mind was still reeling. He could barely process what had just happened. Karina, Aespa’s Karina – a woman idolized by millions, someone he never thought he’d even be in the same room with, let alone this intimate – had just swallowed his cum as if it were the most delectable thing in the world. He watched, utterly stunned, as she used her fingers to gently wipe the remaining drops from the tip of his still-erect cock, bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them clean. Her eyes met his, and the satisfied, almost sensual look on her face was more arousing than he could have imagined. He was speechless, his initial surprise quickly turning into a potent mix of disbelief and utter gratification

Seeing his cock, which had gone soft after his release, begin to swell again between her breasts, Karina looked genuinely surprised. Her eyebrows arched slightly, and her eyes widened as she felt the growing hardness pressing against her skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she looked down at his hardening member with a mixture of amusement and renewed desire. "Looks like someone enjoyed that," she purred, her voice laced with a playful tease. She reached down and gently caressed the growing bulge through her top, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

His cock was indeed still nestled warmly between her breasts, held captive by the fabric of her tank top. She reached down and gently squeezed the bulge, a playful smile gracing her lips. "Well then, Jin-ho ssi, it seems you have a head start. But don't think that makes things any easier for you. I still expect you to keep me entertained until I've had my fill." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "And trust me," she whispered, her voice a low purr, "I have a very big appetite." And that brings us to the end of Part 1 of this steamy encounter between Aespa's Karina and her lucky personal trainer, Jin-ho! Jin-ho’s cock is still nestled snugly between Karina’s glorious breasts, and she’s just made it clear that this workout is far from over.

What will happen in Part 2? Will Karina finally give Jin-ho a full view of her famous assets? Will she slide his hard cock out from between her breasts and take their intimate play to the next level? You'll have to wait and see what unfolds when we continue their intensely erotic gym session! Stay tuned!

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It Should Have Been You

Imagine: Pearline is Stack’s wife. She finds out the hard way when her husband continues his adulterous behavior.

Pearline Moore ONE-SHOT

Warnings: Smut. Angst, LOTS of dirty talk.

There is a humid, subtropical climate afoot in The South. Everyone takes shelter, and those with homes on raised beams above the waters that flow from the Mississippi River are the more fortunate. The rich, agricultural soil of The Delta is muddy and automobiles have a hard time getting through. A characteristic of alluvial deposition in deep water, where the river actively builds new land through sediments.

Shops close downtown, church’s postponed their congregations, and the plantation fields are overgrown and empty of sharecroppers picking cotton. The heavy showers beat down on rustic, tin roofs and bounced off the edges of iron tubs. Farm life make aggravated noises, stomping and shifting in their designated stalls surrounded by haystacks and various tools.

The weather didn’t keep Pearline Jacqueline Moore away from a local pharmacy owned by a Black Pharmacist named Robert Browning Jr.

Pearline wore her favorite riding boots, a trench coat, and a cloak hat over her moisturized curls with the help of Annie Minerva Turnbo Malone’s Poro Products. Her lush skin glistened from sweat and water as she hurried through downtown from her parked automobile. Pearline shoved past the doors to the pharmacy, the tiny bell above dinging softly, alerting Dr. Browning Jr. as he busied himself within a back room that he used as a storage unit.

She brushed her boots off on a mat as best as she could to keep mud from tracking the floor. Pearline removed her cloak hat, twisting it in her hands nervously, not realizing that she was ringing it out onto the floor. Her riding boots squeaked as she walked further into the pharmacy.

It was a bustling community hub with a strong focus on soda fountains and sundries. While they sold medicines, they also served as social gathering places, particularly during Prohibition, with soda fountains becoming popular. Pharmacists were not just dispensing medications but also providing advice and even counter-prescribing.

Pearline grabbed a basket and loaded it with random items, trying to appear less suspicious on why she was really there. She slipped past a newspaper rack and peeked at the headline on the front in bold, onyx print.

“Mrs. Moore? What you doing out in this awful weather?”

Pearline snapped her eyes towards the front counter.

Dr. Browning Jr. removed his reading glasses and stood dapper in a brown and beige suit with a maroon bow tie. He got rid of his suit jacket and replaced it with an apron, sleeves rolled up past his elbows revealing skin the color of pepper corn. He had a full goatee with a mustache that curled at the tips, sprinkled with gray hair and the hair on his head was close cut. He was a little over fifty years old and married to a stunning black woman from Alabama.

“Evening, Dr. Browning. My pantry is looking a little low. And I…I need some Arsenic to help with these pests hanging around my garden.”

Dr. Browning Jr. accepted Pearline’s basket and began ringing her up at his cash register. Pearline shifted her weight, anxious eyes looking around as if she were being watched.

“Would you like a vial of the poison or an entire bottle?”

“…I’m sorry?” Pearline inquired, seemingly lost as a nervous smile graced her heart–shaped lips.

“I’d suggest a bottle if the pest problem is serious. It’s quite pricy though, Mrs. Moore.”

“Oh! Oh…I think I should go ahead and buy the bottle. You never know, I may need it again.”

Pearline rushed to open her change purse, digging inside to grab a crisp twenty dollar bill. Dr. Browning Jr disappeared within his supply room for all but two minutes. He returned with a bottle of Arsenic, placing it within a box before gently covering it with a paper bag.

“That’ll be eighteen dollars.”

Pearline’s heart raced.

Pearline shifted her gaze towards the door, making sure no one was behind her.

“Mrs. Moore?—”

“Sorry,” she handed him the twenty dollars, “Keep the change. Thank you, Dr. Browning.”

Pearline accepted her bag, carrying it hugged to her slim–thick frame as she backed away.

“You need some help? I’m surprised Stack let you out in this mess.”

The mention of her husband’s name gave her pause.

It also filled her with rage.

“He’s a busy man, Dr. Browning. You know that. I won’t keep you. Have a good rest of your night.”

“You do the same, Mrs. Moore.”

Pearline entered her home, quickly shrugging off her coat to hang on a rack and she took a seat on a wine red chesterfield ottoman within the front foyer of her home to remove her boots. The rain had turned to drizzle by the time she returned home. Pearline wore one of many silky slips, a scandalous choice for wear in public, but she was on a mission.

Pearline lived in one of few luxury homes in The Delta with her husband, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. It was surrounded by rolling hills and they had their own greenhouse where Pearline enjoyed spending time sipping herbal tea and tending to her botanical garden. Stack had it built for her as an anniversary gift because he knew how much it meant to her. Reminding her of days spent with her grandmother. A Botanist and Holistic Nurse.

Pearline entered her kitchen and sat her grocery bag down on her dining table. She scanned the mess she’d created hours before, old photos cut into pieces, scattered along the floor. Her husband’s dress shirt resting over a dining chair with lipstick stains on the collar. A gut wrenching reminder of what Stack had put her through.

Pearline was every man’s dream girl. She’s beautiful, can sing, built like a brick house, and smart. She’d turned down many boys, all except Elias Moore. He was a little older than her by nine years, but when he set his eyes on her, he made it his business to court her. Stack was a man that moved with a carefree personality. He joked and smiled and charmed everyone in his path. Deep dimples and a smooth tongue.

The opposite of his stoic, quiet, observant brother. Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore was known for bringing the smoke; the smoldering heat. You didn’t want to get to close for comfort and cross him. Smoke had no problems laying you out with a gun or his fists. You’d think he was made of railroad steel and cast iron.

Pearline was drawn to Stack’s playful energy and the amount of passion and chemistry they shared was like no other. Pearline didn’t care that she was falling head over T-straps for a criminal, Stack made her feel special. He bought her the lifestyle she’d always dreamed of. That made women envious, especially when he married her before leaving to Chicago. They had a beautiful barn wedding where all of The Delta attended.

But, Pearline had to learn the hard way that her husband was a rolling stone. He couldn’t keep his married dick to himself. Whispers of women he bedded while vowed to Pearline sparked heated arguments and lies that rolled off his slick tongue and past his plump lips. One woman living in Little Rock, Arkansas had him by the balls.

Mary.

And her lipstick is what stained her husband’s shirt.

Pearline grew tired of crying. Tired of sleepless nights and waiting for him to return home. Tired of the manipulation and the constant drama filtering back to her. Her so–called girlfriend’s side eyed her. Her mother chastised her for being weak and not going after her man like a proper wife should.

She thought about what it would be like to make him hurt. There was no man in town that she could even think to fuck as a get back. Elias ‘Stack’ Moore and his twin are practically gods within The Delta. Sleeping with some random man would only make her look like the fool. She wanted to kick him off his high horse. And her anger drove her to buy some poison.

And bake it into a chocolate pie.

It’s a luscious chocolate custard resting on a flaky, almost salty crust, topped with a springy meringue. For Pearline, it’s la pièce de résistance and whether times are good or times are bad, it’s always welcome and appropriate.

Stack loved her chocolate pie. She made it for him once a week. If she didn’t stop him, he’d sit and eat the entire thing for himself. At first, she thought to poison his moonshine, but that would only contaminate the entire batch since he prepared it in barrels with Smoke.

Pearline put away her groceries and then she grabbed the poison, setting to work on the chocolate pie.

Ingredients for the pie:

4 tablespoons cocoa or 1 1/2 squares baking chocolate

3/4 cups sugar

5 tablespoons all-purpose flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 egg yolks, lightly beaten

1 1/2 cups whole milk

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

1 tablespoon of butter

Ingredients for the meringue:

2 egg whites

1/8 teaspoon kosher salt

4 tablespoons sugar

And a splash—maybe a cup of Arsenic.

As she moved about the kitchen, the smell of rain and grass brought in by the humid wind through her open kitchen windows, an apron secure around her petite waist, Pearline hummed to calm her nerves down and stop herself from crying.

She hummed a song she’d written.

Poison was seen as a discreet way to eliminate someone, with arsenic being a particularly popular choice due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic natural illness.

No one would be able to suspect. It could be something as simple as bad moonshine.

And Stack drank a lot of it. He was well on his way to becoming the next Delta Slim.

Smoke couldn’t stop his brother, that would make him a hypocrite. He had his own addiction to smoking.

Flour painted her cheek and chocolate splattered her apron. Pearline wiped sweat from her forehead as she stared down at the pie. She placed it on a towel before washing her hands to prepare dinner.

She couldn’t believe she was going to kill her husband.

Pearline dressed in a gold silk burlesque flapper cocoon dress with batwing sleeves and a deep plunge in the front. It glided across her skin and molded into the shape of her frame as she walked, the long train dragging along behind her elegantly. Her curly hair was styled in an updo with tendrils framing her oval face. She plucked away unruly hairs from her thick brows to keep them neat and smoothed coca lip balm on her lips.

Chandelier earrings in, skin the color of espresso, she heard the front door open from her place at her vanity. She listened, making out distant laughter and the familiar sound of her husband’s voice. He wasn’t alone. Pearline took meditating breaths to calm herself. She’d already done the deed. It was only a matter of time before he cut himself a slice.

Revenge. Sweet revenge. A desire for freedom. Divorce wasn’t even an option. She wouldn’t get a penny. He needed to die and she would collect all his money and move up north. Maybe New York. Sing in the Cotton Club. Make a new life for herself.

Pearline spritzed perfume on her skin, activating the squeeze bulb, opening with dewy gardenia, its floral heart blooming with African neroli before settling into the intoxicating depth of a merlot wine accord. The essence of magnetic beauty and luminous grace.

One final look at her reflection, Pearline made her way down to the kitchen. In the living room, helping themselves to bourbon from a drink cart, were Smoke and Stack. Stack poured from a decanter, filling Smoke’s glass tumbler full. He did the same for himself. They whispered, smoke puffing on a cigarette as he nodded his head in response to Stack’s scheming words.

Smoke drew his eyes towards the stairs, eyes that took in the sight of Pearline. She looked down at him, meeting his intense gaze, looking away to focus on her husband who not once stopped to acknowledge her. It took for Smoke to nudge his little brother for Stack to finally pay attention.

That cut deep. Pearline flicked her gaze away to her feet covered in kitten heels. She released a shutter.

“Baby…”

Stack left Smoke’s side to approach Pearline. She gave him a practiced smile before opening her arms to hug him. Stack buried his face against her neck, inhaling her perfume while his hands rubbed and groped her.

“Mmm, you smelling good. Looking good too,” Stack leaned back to admire her, “Beautiful, baby,” Stack kissed her hands, “I missed ya’.”

“Missed you,” Pearline bat her lashes at him and tucked her chin with a coy smile, “You hungry?”

“I sure am. Is it aight if Smoke stay for dinner?”

Pearline drew her attention to Smoke. He perched himself against the fire place, lighting the end of his cigarette, orange flame vibrant. He looked at her with this expression that Pearline couldn’t quite understand. He was always unreadable.

“Only if it’s okay with you, sis–in–law,” Smoke spoke with a rasp.

“Of course.”

Pearline hadn’t expected an extra guest. Now, she had to figure out how to get the pie out of the way. Smoke could sense things. He’s observant. He can probably tell Pearline was being sneaky and devious. Seeing as he possesses those exact qualities. She inwardly panicked, wanting to escape from Stack’s hold to dump the pie in the garbage.

“Saw that chocolate pie in there, was about to dip my finger in it but Smoke stopped me before I could…”

Sweat trickled down her temple. She looked between both twins, smiling as best as she could and laughing in a flirty way she’d always had. Stack kissed Pearline’s lips, humming softly as he smiled.

“I got the finest woman in all the fuckin’ world.” He boisterously said, flashing his golds, “Let’s go eat us some food!”

“I’ll set the table, ya’ll go on and drink. I’ll call to supper when it’s ready…”

Pearline turned to walk away, hips switching. She couldn’t control the fact that she had a dump truck. Stack popped her on the underside of her behind, the motion causing her deep brown cakes to jiggle around. Her breath hitched and she swatted Stack’s hand away with a roll of her eyes.

She gave Smoke a sideways glance, heat rising over her face as he watched the two of them.

Pearline entered the kitchen and practically sprinted over to the pie. She exhaled with relief, glad to find it untouched. Pearline lifted the pie and hesitantly tossed it into the trash. She paced for a minute, trying her best to come up with a lie.

She choked on her words slightly as she spoke.

“I–I gotta make a new pie!”

Stack entered the kitchen with his brows pinched together.

“What? Why?”

He searched the kitchen for the pie before walking over to the trash. He lifted the lid, peering inside. The pie was on its side and sliding out of the dish.

“It–uh–it was covered in flies. I saw a couple flies on it.”

Her eyes fell on the open window.

“Must of gotten in through the window,” Pearline released a nervous laugh, “No worries, Stack, won’t take me long.”

“Damn…”

Smoke leaned against the entryway to the kitchen. He removed the cigarette from between his lips, eyes dancing back and forth between Pearline and Stack. His eyes fell to the cupboard beneath the sink, squinting slightly.

“I was looking forward to it, Pearlie. You sure you wanna make another?” Stack asked with a disappointed look.

“Won’t take me long. Promise.”

Stack sucked his teeth.

“Aight, baby…me and Smoke gone be in there listening to some tunes while we talk business. Holla when you finished.”

Stack pecked Pearline on the cheek before leaving the kitchen.

Smoke lingered.

“Errythang aight, Pearlie?” Smoke asked with a hushed tone.

“Yes. Why you askin’?” Pearline replied, eyes darting away from his.

Smoke’s eyes roamed the kitchen before focusing back on Pearline with a penetrating stare, “Listen, Stack—”

“Don’t.”

Pearline held up a shaky finger. She shut her eyes to hold back tears.

“Smoke!”

“Be there a minute, nigga. Be patient!” Smoke shouted back.

He gave Pearline one final look before leaving her alone.

She should have never thrown that pie away.

Hearing his laughter enraged her.

Knowing that he was fucking his octoroon whore inflated her anger.

What the fuck that bitch got on Pearline? What she got over her?

Privilege

Freedom

Fare skin

Loose hair

The beauty standard of America

And Stack craved it. Even though he’d fucked around with other black women, the minute Mary crossed paths with him after she returned to The Delta to bury her mom, Stack wanted that old thing back.

Pearline baked a new pie, silently crying.

But the chaos in the kitchen with her constant stomping and slamming of things had Stack’s attention.

Pearline set the table, almost breaking their fine China.

Stack took longs strides, oxfords loud as he walked.

“The fuck goin’ on, Pearlie?”

He snatched his toothpick from his mouth, glaring at her.

“Diner’s ready!”

Pearline snatched her apron off and tossed it onto the counter aggressively. Smoke trailed in behind his brother, eyes wide and unblinking. He tracked Pearline’s footsteps, jaw clenching.

“I can see the table is set,” Stack swept his concerned eyes over the plates of food, “But why you slamming shit? Got something you wanna say?”

Pearline whirled around, a look of surprise and confusion etched into her pretty face.

“ME?” She inquired with a loud tone.

“Yeah, YOU.”

“Wow…After all the shit you been putting me through. And you askin’ ME if I got something to say?!”

Smoke raised his hands to diffuse the situation.

“Let’s just eat now, aight? Save this shit for later.”

Pearline pinched the bridge of her nose. Stack sat down at the dining table. Pearline almost shivered when Smoke lightly grasped her arm to get her attention. She held his gaze, fighting hard not to break down.

“Come eat, Pearlie…”

“I’m not hungry.”

Stack’s fork and knife clattered to the table. He chewed the rest of his smothered pork chop down before turned his attention to his wife.

“Whatever it is, just say it, woman. I ain’t been messin’ around!”

“Yes you HAVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!”

Smoke and Stack stared at her.

“Liar…fucking lying ass…piece of shit…”

Pearline opened her pantry and snatched up the shirt with lipstick stains. She marched over, balled it up, and threw it at Stack. He caught it, opening the shirt and when he noticed the lipstick stains, he froze.

“CARE TO TELL ME WHY THE FUCK YOU GOT LIPSTICK ON YOUR SHIRT?! A SHIRT I DISCOVERED WHILE TAKING IN DRY CLEANING?! A SHIRT YOU TRIED TO HIDE FROM ME?! YOU CHEATING BASTARD!”

Smoke fought to keep Pearline back. Stack stared off into space, no words, no more lies. What could he say to get himself out of this?

Pearline shouted between cries of heartbreak, “HOW COULD YOU? AFTER EVERYTHING? WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING BACK TO HER?! WHY, STACK?!”

Pearline snatched a butcher knife from the counter and launched it at Stack. He quickly pushed away from the table, the knife whizzing past his cheek and lodging in the wall. His chest rose and feel with rapid breaths. Smoke grabbed her up by her upper arms to keep her still.

“You crazy?! Tryna kill me?! That shit could’ve been in my head!!!!” Stack yelled, spit flying.

“PEARLIE! ENOUGH!” Smoke boomed.

“Get off me, Smoke!”

“You throwing knives, the hell, Pearlie?!” Smoke shook her to stop her from writhing.

“LET GO OF ME!”

Pearline slapped Smoke. Slapped him across his handsome face. He clutched his cheek that stung from her strikes.

“STOP PROTECTING HIM! HE’S A GROWN ASS MAN! YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES AND YOU JUST LET HIM DO IT! FUCK YOU. BOTH OF YOU!”

Stack stood, tossing the shirt over his unfinished meal. He was ashamed to even look her in the eye.

“BE A MAN AND FACE ME, ELIAS! OWN IT!” Pearline laid into him with venom, “DO YOU LOVE HER?!”

“Pearlie—”

Pearline grabbed the chocolate pie and catapulted it, watching it hit Stack in the chest. He rocked back on his heels, arms outstretched, his eyes bugged out and his lips curled into a menacing pout.

“ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!!!!!!”

Pearline tried to catch her breath. Stack looked at her with wavering eyes. He titled his head down at his oxfords.

“I…Pearline…”

She gasped.

“You do…”

Smoke shut his eyes.

Stack gave her a cowardly look.

“You can’t even be a man and say it. You’re such a coward, Elias. Why did you marry me? To trap me? To have a notch on your belt? Afraid I’d find a man that really loves me? Your cracker slut is married to a cracker man In Arkansas and yet you can’t stay away from her and be loyal to me?”

Pearline clutched her chest as if she were going into cardiac distress.

“Am I not beautiful? What did I do to deserve this—”

“I have urges, baby. I’m sorry—I know it ain’t the apology ya’ want, but I…can’t control myself. I hate that I keep hurting ya’.”

“No,” Pearline shook her head as tears fell, “you ain’t sorry. You sorry you got caught.”

Pearline folded her arms over her chest. She exhaled, wiping tears away with her fingers.

She sniffled, “And the sad part is…I love you.”

She locked eyes with him. Smoke didn’t pull his attention away from her face for a second.

The grandfather clock on the wall within the living room ticked and ticked.

“I want both of ya’ll to leave.”

“Pearlie—”

“Fuck you, Elias. You don’t get to be sweet and charming. I want you to leave. NOW. Before I grab that knife from the wall, and cut your fucking dick off and feed it to you instead of this food I made!!!!!!”

Stack’s mouth was agape.

Smoke stepped aside.

Pearline made as if she were going to leave but instead she jumped on Stack, beating her fists on his back. Stack tried to grab her arms while shielding himself from being struck in the face.

“PEARLINE!”

Smoke picked her up and sat her on the counter.

“Get your shit, Stack. GO. We leaving.” Smoke ordered.

“Let her blow steam. I deserve it.” Stack said.

“Oh, so now you want her to kick your ass? She wanna kill you, nigga! Unless you wanna be scraps for pigs, I suggest you get your shit and leave!”

Stack looked from the dining table, to his wife, parting his lips to speak. Instead, he walked away, climbing the stairs to pack a luggage.

Smoke looked at Pearline, “If I let you go. Will you stay here while he gettin’ his shit?”

Pearline nodded her head slow.

Smoke released her arms and stepped back. He lit a cigarette and didn’t take his eyes off of Pearline.

“I’m real sorry, Pearlie. I know that don’t mean shit to you comin’ from me…but you don’t deserve this shit. You too good of a woman. Always been. I tried to get him to come home to you…I did…he can’t control himself with that bitch and…I hate to see ya’ hurting.”

“Smoke,” Pearline was exhausted, “You could have told me. You could have come to me. I need to be alone. Just leave. Please leave.”

She hung her head and started bawling. Her cries broke Smoke. Deep, sorrowful, body shaking. Her tears leaked to her dress. Smoke wanted to comfort her. He tried to touch her and Pearline flinched.

Stack’s footsteps caused Smoke to back off. He locked eyes with his little brother, glaring at him. Stack turned away, luggage in his hands.

Smoke allowed his eyes to sweep over her. He didn’t care if she fought him off. He didn’t care if she slapped him.

Smoke positioned himself in front of her, grabbed her face, and planted a kiss to her forehead.

That made her cry harder.

Word spread like famine.

And Pearline refused to feed into the nosy crowd.

She walked around town with her head held high and hips swaying seductively. No matter how hurt she felt, she looked ravishing.

Pearline entered The Chow’s negro store, picking up oranges and lemons, checking to see if they were a good batch before buying them. Bo Chow walked out from a room with a notepad and a pen behind his ear. Little Lisa took care of the line. Pearline helped herself to a jar of strawberry jam.

“Mrs. Moore! You’s doing alright?”

Bo pulled Pearline into a hug.

“I’m doing fine, Bo. Hello Lisa,” Pearline waved to her, “Grace good?”

“Is! She’s expecting.” Bo said with a side smile, glossy black hair falling over his forehead handsomely.

“Oh! My! Congratulations, Bo!”

Pearline beamed.

“I’m hoping for a boy this time.” Bo said.

“Just be glad for a healthy bundle of joy.” Pearline said.

She stood in line behind four people until it was her time to be helped. After paying for her items, she waved goodbye to Bo and Lisa before leaving the store.

The rain had finally stopped and in its place was that humid, Mississippi air. The sun shone down brightly, heating Pearline’s skin. She found her car and got in, heading back home.

Driving back, Pearline pulled up to her home, finding a truck she recognized immediately. Pearline stared at the truck, eyes fluttering with resentment. It’s been damn near two weeks.

Pearline couldn’t deny that she missed her husband, but at the price of her own happiness? Why should she have to put up with his constant disregard for her feelings?

It won’t last, Mary is just a phase.

She hated that she had that voice in her head.

After another minute, Pearline exited her car and with her groceries she walked up to her home. Pearline didn’t pay the truck any mind, expecting Stack to shout her name from the window and beg for forgiveness.

Instead, she caught a whiff of tobacco.

Pearline turned, eyes falling on Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore with his back against the truck. He stomped out his cigarette. He clasped his hands in front of him and over his crotch. He stared at her beyond the brim of his blue hat. Smoke pushed off his truck, one hand clutching onto the opening of his tweed suit jacket as he approached her with methodical eyes and careful steps.

A breeze picked up, ruffling the bottom of her fitted, purple, floral–printed lapel dress. She wore white T–straps on her feet, and a hat with lace gloves to match the colors in her dress. Pearls decorated her ears.

“How you be?” Smoke finally spoke.

“…I’m okay.”

Smoke stood at the bottom of the steps, staring up at Pearline.

“Stack stayin’ wit me. He not there right now.” Smoke revealed.

Pearline tilted her head, eyes searching for the inevitable truth, “He’s with her?”

Smoke rubbed his hands together, eyes roaming the ground.

“She came knockin’. He answered.”

Pearline stood still and watched Smoke.

“Say sum’, Pearlie.”

Pearline exhaled.

“I want a divorce.”

Smoke frowned slightly.

“I’m tired, Smoke. I deserve better.”

Pearline turned away from Smoke to open her door. She sat her groceries down at her feet. Smoke climbed the steps, picking up the bag. Pearline didn’t say a word. The door swung open and Smoke followed her inside. He walked past the front foyer and disappeared into the kitchen.

Pearline sat her purse down and removed her gloves and hat.

She walked into her kitchen and her footsteps slowed down when she caught Smoke putting away her food.

“Smoke, I can handle it.”

“No, no, no, now…you have a seat.”

Smoke pointed to a dining chair. Pearline took a seat, crossing her ankles modestly and folded her hands within her lap all ladylike. Her back was straight, body screaming confidently, but her eyes told a different tale. She was sad. Lonely. Torn.

Smoke opened her icebox to pour her a glass of lemonade. He then grabbed a napkin, walking over to her and placing it on the table. He removed his hat and sat it on the table. Pearline didn’t say a word as she grabbed the glass, helping herself.

“Why you come checkin’ up on me?”

Pearline searched Smoke’s eyes.

“…Because ya’ mean a lot to me.” Smoke replied.

Pearline scuffed, “Sure I do, Smoke. Poor old Pearline.”

Pearline stood, smoothing out her dress as she walked towards her pantry, grabbing a bottle of wine.

“I need something stronger…”

She drank from the bottle. Smoke watched her with a single brow raised. They sat in silence, Smoke with a cigarette and Pearline with her almost empty bottle of wine. She grew warm and relaxed, tipsy and just as sad and angry as before.

“I wonder if Stack thought of her every time he made love to me…”

He blew smoke from his nose.

“Don’t wonder. Stop thinking about it.”

Pearline rolled her eyes at Smoke.

“Serious…”

Pearline sucked on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

“Smoke, am I not good enough? I’ve done things for this man…to please him…make him happy.”

Smoke glanced at her sideways while reclined back in the dining chair, legs wide.

“What things?”

Pearline laughed bitterly, “Doesn’t matter. And it’s personal.”

“You said the shit.” Smoke replied defensively.

“I’m just talkin’. Okay? Venting.”

“And I’m here to listen. Aight?”

Pearline stared at him intently.

“…sexual things…”

Smoke hummed, “Okay…” He made a gesture for her to proceed, “And?”

“…Settled here for seven years. Dealt with all the bullshit. Rubbed his feet and massaged his shoulders. Put my dreams aside to help him fulfill his. Gave him every hole to use…”

Smoke twisted his lips as he listened.

“I thought it made him happy. I guess not.”

Smoke studies his cigarette, the wheels in his head turning.

He licked his lips, “Can I tell ya’ a secret?”

Pearline looked at Smoke curiously.

“You? Opening up?” Pearline teased.

“It’s about you. So I don’t see why not.”

Pearline shifted to face him, hip jutted out enticingly. She propped her elbow onto the table, resting her chin against her palm.

“Well?” She uttered.

“I ain’t want Stack to marry you.”

A pregnant pause.

“…what? Smoke? You serious?”

Pearline didn’t know how to interpret what Smoke revealed. She drew her thick brows together, intrigued by what he said. And the feeling of butterflies.

“Why the hell not?” Pearline questioned.

Smoke struggled to answer her question. He puffed on his cigarette, smoke billowing from between his thick lips. His hand shook slightly until he flexed his chest to gain control of his muscles. He finally met her gaze, never looking away as he parted his lips to speak.

“Cause you should’ve been mine.”

Pearline was paralyzed with shock. She couldn’t believe Elijah’s words. All this time? He’d wanted her too? No way.

“Smoke–Smoke I–I–you’ve always felt like this?”

Smoke gave her a sideways look with unwavering eyes.

“I have. Still do.”

Pearline almost dropped her wine bottle.

She shot up from her seat.

“Go, Smoke.”

Smoke rose to his feet.

“You don’t feel the same?”

Pearline couldn’t believe his words.

“NO!” She shouted with a disbelieving expression.

“I don’t believe ya’, Pearlie. The way ya’ look at me…the way ya’ always looked at me.”

“Stop…”

Pearline brushed past Smoke, climbing the stairs to her room. Her vision blurred with tears. She could hear his footsteps behind her.

“Pearlie…”

Smoke moved around her swiftly, blocking her path.

“I love you—”

“HOW DARE YOU?!”

Pearline shoved at his chest, no use because he was too solid and strong to move. Smoke watched her fire herself out before locking her wrists in his firm grip. He leaned in, eyes boring into hers like he was staring into her soul.

“Go on and beat away, Pearlie. I mean what I say. I’m in love wit’ ya. And you deserve to be happy. I care about my brother, but I ain’t gonna keep fighting this feeling. And ain’t no way I’m a let you sit up here thinkin’ you ain’t the prize.”

Pearline blinked up at Smoke. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Softly. Delicately. Reassuringly.

“…You bastard. How dare you take advantage?”

Smoke cocked his head.

“I’m pouring my heart out, and you say that?”

Pearline slaps Smoke. Hard.

“GET. OUT.”

Smoke growled, top lip snarled.

“You gon’ stop hitting me.” He warned.

“You deserve it.” She sassed.

Smoke toward over Pearline. She jumped slightly.

“So, you don’t feel the same?” Smoke’s husky voice challenged her.

“No.” Pearline replied, looking down his body with a slow sigh.

Smoke stood firm. Pearline peered up at him.

“…I’ll leave. But I’m still keepin’ my eye on you.”

Smoke gave her a once over before making his way down the stairs. Pearline’s chest heaved up and down with a shaky exhale.

Some nights later, Pearline got dressed to perform a new song she’d written titled Pale Pale Moon. She spent majority of the day emptying the closets and drawers of Stack’s things, part of her wanting to burn them but deciding it wasn’t worth it. Instead, drove down to a local thrift store and dropped the bags off without a backward glance.

He’d taken the things that meant more to him. His money. His jewelry. Leaving behind the one person he vowed never to leave. She’d done enough crying herself to sleep. And yet she couldn’t get Smoke out of her head. His confession.

Pearline deep down admired Smoke beyond him being her brother–in–law. She’d always known him to respect women and he always treated Pearline kindly. He would listen to her speak about things he didn’t understand, like how to grow certain flowers. He always took up for her, checked in on her, and stared at her with What Pearline now understood as deep affection.

She was seen with Smoke.

That’s all she ever wanted.

“Stop talking to her like that, Stack for I beat ya’ ass.”

“You ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, Pearlie.”

“You just as important to me, Pearlie.”

Everything he’d ever said to her. Every hug, every smile, every look. All of it was much more. Much deeper.

Messenger’s gave her a standing ovation.

Delta Slim and his band played to the words of Pale Pale Moon.

Pearline felt alive. Her lush skin so smooth like the sultry blues music.

She needed a distraction from Smoke.

But his words the other day…

He told her that he was in love with her. Told her to her face and with no shame.

Pearline was dropped off by a friend to her home since she’d been drinking. She waved goodbye before entering, shutting and locking the door behind her. Pearline braced herself against the wall, removing her shoes. She walked the length of her front foyer and the sound of a lighter flickering caused her to grab a vase, ready to lunge it at whoever broke into her home.

Vase raised above her head, she turned the corner.

“Who’s there—”

Standing tall and wearing a soft blue shirt rolled up his arms and black slacks, was Smoke.

“You broke into my house?”

Smoke dug into his pocket, swinging a key ring in front of her face.

“Put that shit down before you break it.” Smoke ordered.

“Why should I? You show up unannounced.”

Smoke took it upon himself to take it from her. Pearline didn’t fuss. Smoke placed it back where she’d gotten it from.

“You performed at Messenger’s?”

Pearline’s eyes swept over his body. She drew her shoulders back, strutting past him, removing the silk scarf draped over the front of her neck and down her back. Smoke caught it before it hit the floor. He folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table, patting it with his fingertips. Pearline gazed at him.

“You look lovely, Pearlie.”

“What do you want, Smoke?” Pearline asked with an exasperated look.

“The truth.”

“It’s late. You can see yourself out…”

Pearline crossed her arms and poked her hip out.

Smoke motioned towards the kitchen with his head, “What that arsenic for?”

Pearline’s arms dropped.

“Mhm,” He puffed on his cigarette, “You tried to poison my brother with that pie.”

Pearline exhaled, “I did. No use in lying. Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped him from sampling it.” Pearline replied with her voice laced with unshed tears, “Don’t matter, I ain’t gonna poison him.”

“Cause of me.”

“So? I chickened out, Smoke.”

“Why you keeping it?” Smoke probed with narrow eyes.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Pearlie…” Smoke clenched his jaw, “I care about ya’…And I need to know if ya’ feeling the same.”

Pearline bounced her foot.

“You won’t stop unless I tell you…”

Pearline locked eyes with Smoke.

“Smoke..I…I should have picked you. Then I know I’d be treated better.”

A single tear fell.

“You can still chose me—”

“It’s too late for that. Won’t do us any favors acting on those feelings, now would it?”

Smoke disagreed.

“It’ll do us more than just a favor, baby…”

Pearline nibbled on her bottom lip.

Smoke strolled up on Pearline. Her breath hitched, eyes closing when his body pressed against hers. He placed a hand on the nape of her neck, tilting her head. Smoke leaned in, closing the distance between them. Pearline parted her lips ever so slightly, giving Smoke and entry. His fluffy lips touched hers with uncertainty. Pearline snaked her hands up his chest and secured her arms around his shoulders.

Smoke intensified the kiss. Soft pecks turned into open–mouthed movements. Pearline’s skin tingled with desire. Smoke’s chest bloomed with passion. He’d longed to taste her. He regretted not making a move on Pearline when he should have. His little brother had always been the smooth talker, the lady magnet.

The sound of lips smacking and soft breaths.

The feel of his rough hands gliding over her hips to grab ass.

Pearline pulling him in closer with her hands clutching onto his shirt.

They kissed their way towards the stairs. Smoke broke away from her lips to pick Pearline up. She wrapped her legs around him, diving in for more. Their tongues battled for dominance as Smoke climbed up the stairs. They stumbled, knocked against walls, and snatched off each other’s clothes all the way to her room.

“I need you,” Pearline whispered longingly.

“I’m here…I’m right here…”

Pearline wiggled out of Smoke’s arms and she dropped to her knees in a flash. He snatched off his shirt and watched her pull his belt from the loops. She tossed it to the floor and with her eyes on his, Pearline opened his zipper and unbuttoned his pants.

“Let me pleasure you, Elijah.”

“Go on, bring him out.” Smoke commanded.

Pearline did just that. She hummed sensuously. It was heavy in her hand and warm to the touch. She jerked him a little, watching the way he licked his lips down at her. Pearline wrapped her lips around his head and started sucking with no hands.

“Ahhh, fuck…”

Pearline gathered spit on her tongue as she sucked. Smoke watched like he was staring down at a circus act. Pearline was doing tricks he ain’t never experienced in his thirty plus years on earth. She made spit bubbles and slurped it back up. Her tongue curled around his shaft like a slick tentacle. She would pop her lips off and spit on it. Over and over. Getting down right disgusting like some street walker.

“This how you do it, Pearlie? FUCK.”

She attacked his balls with gusto. Moaning and whimpering with a mouth full of his nuts and big dick. Smoke couldn’t believe his eyes. He guessed the saying pretty girls love sucking dick that his little brother always said was true. He had a woman at home that did it like this? Ain’t no other woman come close to Pearline.

“Pearlie…don’t stop…”

She inhaled his dick and stroked him with two hands. Bawdy blues and all. Smoke weaved his fingers through her soft curls and controlled her movements. He fed her mouth some dick since she worked so hard to make him cum. His eyes turned puppyish and he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.,

“I’m a cum so fucking hard!”

Pearline did a disappearing act with his dick. Smoke almost saw heaven. He grunted deep with his release. Not a single drop wasted.

He stared at her as she licked him clean. He backed away, slapping his tip on her wet tongue.

“So nasty wit’ it. You suck me like I’m ya’ man.”

“I’m passionate about giving, Smoke. It’s my favorite job,” Pearline licked her lips, eyes staring at his dick like it was made of the purest gold, “Especially when it’s nice and big like this. One thing about me,” Pearline stroked him and tongue kissed his tip between words, “I was known for being the best dick sucker. I’m not ashamed to admit…when you’re good at something,” Pearline ran her tongue from base to tip, “you keep going…and going…”

“Dayum…”

She was sucking on him again. Smoke stroked her face, caressed her hair, told her how pretty she looked, and moaned her name.

“You nice and thick in my mouth again, Elijah. Wanna give me what I’m workin’ so hard for?” She teased.

“Pearline! Ahhhh…”

She gulped his cum down again, giggling at his face.

“Get up.”

Smoke didn’t wait for Pearline to do it, he picked her up himself. Smoke spun her around and let his hands explore her naked body. Toned and thick at the same time. He watched her ass recoil beneath his palm, chocolate ass bouncing like jello.

“All this body…I’d handle ya’ ass erryday.” Smoke talked slickly.

“How would you handle me, Papa?”

That papa drove him crazy.

“I’d bend ya’ over…stick my tongue in ya’ pucker and ya’ cat…make ya’ suck my dick outta my sleep…after a hard day,” Smoke whacked her on the butt, “Then I’d make nasty, messy, love to ya’ baby…all over this fuckin’ house…”

Smoke picked Pearline up and placed her on the bed. She crawled away from him and he followed like a predator to his prey, nibbling on her flesh with his teeth, licking the soles of her feet. She got on all fours and dipped her back like a feline. Smoke put his face in it, suffocating himself on purpose. Pearline moved her hips, riding his face.

“Smoke…” she moaned, “Just like that…eat Stack’s pussy…”

“This ain’t his no more…”

Pearline whimpered.

“It’s yours?”

“All mines, baby. All this twangy pussy…”

“Shiiittttt…”

Smoke resurfaced, growling. He put his face in it again and growled some more. Pearline arched her back and cried out when Smoke jabbed her entrance with a pointed tongue.

“I can’t see you…I need to see how you doin’ that, Papa…”

Smoke couldn’t agree more. He flipped Pearline over and she opened up so wide her hips ached.

“Can’t get no wider than that, baby…so eager…”

“Feast on me, Papa…let me watch…” Pearline begged.

Jagged, labored, and sharp breaths escaped her mouth. Smoke’s handsome face and those juicy lips munched on Pearline’s pussy with gluttony, exactly what she wanted to see from her position on her back. His eyes are low like he was high off of her tangy taste and his lips and tongue moved in sync with each other. Pearline tightened her vaginal muscles around his fingers that were seated deep in her pussy and just like that, she leaked on his tongue. As long as his tongue, lips, and fingers stay on her she’ll give him what he wanted.

“Your pussy is so pretty and tight, baby…” Smoke takes two fingers to gently stroke her cum covered inner lips with an enthralling and spellbinding expression on his face, bottom lip all pouty, and golds on display, “I’ll take care of ya’ Pearlie…anything ya’ need…ya’ pussy ate up…fucked real good…spoiled…loved on the proper way…I’m there…”

Pearline held her legs up like Smoke instructed. She begged for him to eat her pussy. Smoke wanted to taste that twat, taste the mixture of salty sweetness. The way Pearline moved like a feline on stage, captivating the audience, hips gyrating and ass moving in a slow motion, smoke wanted to dig his tongue in it and sample it. He wanted her to do all that on his tongue and his dick.

“I think these inches about right for ya’, huh?” His onyx eyes flicker up to gaze at her. The way his irises looked, she can feel his eagerness to fuck the shit out of her instantaneously. No words needed, just his eyes doing the talking. Pearline nodded her head slowly before chewing on her bottom lip. 

“Smoke,” Pearline started pushing her pussy against his tongue, humping as Smoke wiggled it and sucked away, “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”

Her musk crowded his nose and grew stronger the more she creamed.

“That’s right…feed me this good pussy…”

“As tasty as you are…mmm,” Smoke showed her just how delicious she is, “Don’t you worry, Pearlie, I’ll give you what you deserve…”

“I…I–I deserve it…” Pearline struggled to form words between moans.

She stilled her hips so he could suck her up. Pearline gasped, hands shaking and unsure if she wanted to grab his head or the sheets.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—”

Smoke’s rattling breaths fanned her pussy. He licked his lips and stared at the beautiful flower before his eyes with an intoxicating gaze. He covered her inner thighs with soft kisses, listening to her calm breaths. He stared up the valley of her glistening body.

“I need you on top, Pearlie…”

Smoke gets up to sit on the end of the bed, helping Pearline climb on top of him. His large hand is on the back of her head, pushing her face towards his so he could make her taste his lips. Smoke smirked as he kissed her, slipping his skillful tongue into her mouth so she could taste that sweet pussy all over his taste buds. All you could hear was the slurping of lips and heavy breathing.

Pearline fumbled with his pants, his lips fighting to keep kissing her and each time she pulled on the fabric his fat dick would jump and brush against her pussy lips. Finally, skin-to-skin contact. Smoke’s muscular thighs, heavy balls, and that thick dick. Pearline didn’t even wait, as soon as his pants were pushed past his dick she squatted over him while his toned hips pushes his dick up to meet her.

“Elijah…” Pearline grabbed onto his shoulders.

All she can feel is solid, throbbing, long girth entering her from beneath. Her inner lips all the way to her clit pulsates with need. Smoke continued to pump her pussy at a slow pace with his hand reaching up to grip her throat. Pearline’s eyes are focused between her legs and she watched with awe at the seductive motion of his hips burying his dick deeper and deeper...his abdominal muscles crunched and the more noise her pussy made, Smoke’s thrust deepened.

She was staring back and forth from his dick to his face with a delusional expression—still in disbelief about how much dick this man possesses. Identical to his brother. Pearline is still in shock that she was fucking her brother–in–law. She let out a gasp and her head goes back so far Smoke had to cradle it. The closer Smoke pulls her body towards him, her erect nipples brush his lips. He opens his mouth wide, his long, thick tongue showing both stiff peaks some attention before gently sucking it.

He had her slim waist in a firm position as he rocked her up and down his dick. It was a sensual dance.

“Why you fuckin’ me like you love me?” Pearline whispered.

“Cause I do love ya’…”

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Pearline whined.

It was too late for that.

“I’m ‘bout to tear that ass up,” Smoke warned her with a forceful, guttural voice. He picked Pearline up by her waist and turned her around, “Spread your fucking thighs...c’mon, baby, open that pussy up I need that shit so bad...yessss...got this pussy driving me crazy, Pearlie...this wet ass pussy...make love to this pussy all fucking day, baby…”

“Oh, my goodness!”

"Pussy getting wetter with papa’s fat dick up in it?” 

Pearline moaned in response. This was the most vocal Smoke had ever been. He couldn’t wait to have her.

"Pearlie…fuck…" Smoke moaned, "darling...I swear to God,...do you know how I’d kill to be up in this? Huh? Make you mines...I’m stroking it…all this wet pussy wrapped around my fucking dick...alla ‘dis ass? dassit baby...fuck on daddy like that…”

Pearline couldn’t help herself as she leaned over, ass high while she rode Smoke’s dick in reverse cowgirl. She looked back at him, curls in her face and heart racing from the workout she was giving her pussy. She could feel Smoke’s fingers graze her ass cheeks before they were on lower lips. Pearline’s peach fuzz tickled his thumbs as he spread heropen so that he could watch the way his dick pushed past her swollen vulva, producing more cream. 

“Damn, Pearlie…it’s like ya’ pussy been wanting this dick…you’re so wet…”

“Unh, yes—”

“Ohhh, you work it like that, huh? That’s how you riding this daddy dick?” Smoke groaned and it made your clit twitch. 

“You makin’ this dick hella sloppy,” Smoke said and she heard the obstacle in his voice to hold his nut off. Pearline was working the tip of his dick now, all that beautiful dark skin and the muscles in her back mesmerizing him.

“Elijah…” Pearline moans, but it’s so low with how loud her pussy is.

Smoke was in a trance watching her ass bounce and clap against his crotch each time she came down on his dick. The cotton candy pink center in contrast with her deep brown skin made him salivate.

“Ooh—”

“Papa hittin’ that spot? Yeah? Here, lemme hit it for ya’ some more.. ooh, baby, ya’ takin' it…there ya’ go…hmmmm, pussy is yankin’ me...here some more dick for, ya’…”

Pearline looked back and saw the intensity in his eyes and then she could feel his dick in her stomach. Her face felt tight and hot and the heat from Smoke’s body had her shimmery skin sweating. Pearline felt tears pricking her eyes and her mouth fell open, drooling with lust. This shit was too good. 

“Ima cum on this dick, Papa!”

“Gon’ head that’s what the fuck I want,” Smoke said menacingly, “Where the fuck is it?!”

“Ohhhhhhh, Shit—”

“Bounce on that dick…just like that…bring that ass down on me, girl...ahhhh, fuck…you do it so nasty on this wood, girl...so fucking nasty. Been wanting me to fuck ya’ tail up…you like fucking the other twin, baby?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Pearline’s ass flopped down in Smoke’s lap, her walls like a tight capsule squashing his dick for dear life.

“Fuck, Pearlie…”

Smoke stood with his dick still buried inside of her and turned her around with her back arched, knees on the bed, and feet hanging over the edge. His eyes swept over her body as he spread her cheeks apart. Pearline glanced back, eyes lowering between his legs. Thick. Veins pulsing. She reached behind to spread her creamy folds for him. Their eyes met and he purposely sank into her agonizingly slow. 

“I love the way you moan when I push all this daddy dick deep inside of you…” Smoke pulled out, doing it again, “Like ya’ singing the blues to me…”

“It makes my pussy feel so full, Papa...I love the way you fuck me...it feels so good, baby, don’t stop stroking me…”

“You love knowing you fuckin’ Smoke, huh?”

Pearline’s warm, wet, tight pussy gripped his dick and when she reached back to grab for his balls, she couldn’t believe how heavy they were. If he keeps going at a slow pace like this, making her pussy cream and sound like this, Smoke gon’ erupt and make a large mess all in his sister–in–law’s pussy.

His hands were slapping her ass around to let her know she made his dick feel good with the loving he was giving her. It was deep and his words were nasty but his strokes were patient and savoring—like he wanted to stay in her married pussy as long as he could and make her moan as much as her voice box can produce. 

His thick dick is slow and torturous sliding in and out her, pussy lips snug around the head of his dick every time he enters her. Smoke would slide all the way in, her pussy making all kinds of noises, then he would pull all the way out. Pearline knew why he was doing this—sliding in and pulling out. He loved the way his wide tip pushed past her walls. He loved the warmth and her juices making his dick all sticky.

He was taking his time, learning the hole his brother fucked, the pussy his little brother neglected. Smoke could only imagine slippery and sticky Pearline could make his dick. She was creaming and oozing out with each stroke and it’s all over his dick and balls.

“You like it messy, yeah?” Pearline asked with a gasp in between. 

“Arch that fuckin’ back.” That was his response. 

“Like this, Papa?” She whispered as she pointed that plump ass further in the air, shaking it a little for him, “I want you to hit the bottom of this wet pussy...hold it there and feel me squeeze that dick…”

“Pearlie…”

“You like it messy, make your pussy cum—”

Smoke grunted.

“This shit mines? I thought you said we ain’t suppose to be doin’ this here?”

Pearline whimpered when he pushed deep enough for her to feel pressure. He was playing with her. She loved it.

“We ain’t…it’s wrong…”

Smoke hooked his hand around the front of her neck and he peered down at her with a mug on his face.

“I shouldn’t be fuckin’ my pussy? Thought ya’ wanted this dick?”

Smoke gave her two forceful strokes as a reminder. Pearline’s eyes crossed. He did it again, watching her face contort in the vanity mirror across from them.

“Talk to me, baby. Want it?”

“Yes, yes, please, give it to me…”

His punishing strokes hit Pearline out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of her chest and tearing her guts up. 

She continued her shit-talking while her ass clapped back on him, “Yes, Elijah, fuck this pussy, take it, I’m a cum all over that dick...fat dick making me cum right now...oh my God…that big dick making me cum right now…uhhhhhhhhhhh…”

She was cut off from Smoke’s hand on the back of her neck, pushing her face down into the mattress. 

“This fuckin’ pussy...I’ll get ya’ knocked up, baby. I swear I will.”

Her lips parted and she started drooling on the bed. 

“I know you feel these nuts banging that clit...that’s what I’m talkin ‘bout.”

“SMOKE!”

“Yeah? Yeah, baby?” Smoke teased. 

He was beating her walls out.

“Don't you ever think you ain’t special...look at all this…you ain't playing with no lil’ boy…you know what a beast can do to ya’ sexy ass…”

Smoke was reminding her that this is what she’ll be getting tonight, the next morning, the day after that…

Smoke pulled out and rubbed her clit back and forth with his dick, and all she could remember before seeing stars was pushing out a fountain from her pussy—wetting up the sheets, the hardwood, and Smoke. He kept going, his dick rubbing her swollen clit back and forth. 

“This pussy is too fat and juicy...wet pussy dripping...making a fucking mess on this dick...keep it up and I’m sucking on ya’ pussy again.” 

“Please…I wanna feel your lips again, Papa.”

Smoke groaned.

He got down behind Pearline and ate to his hearts desire. She reached around and grabbed his head. Smoke massaged her ass while french kissing her pussy from the back. Loud, smacking of the lips.

“You think you can steal this pussy from your brother every night?” Pearline dirty talked.

Smoke’s tongue worked harder. When he was finished, Pearline turned over onto her back, thighs spread and knees to her chest with her fingers pushing her puffy folds back to show him where he needed to nut. 

“Clean Big Papa dick off first,” Smoke is knelt on the bed near her face. All she can see hovering above her is the underside of his dick and his balls. Pearline extended her neck, mouth wide and tongue flicking before grabbing him by the balls. Mouth engulfing him, Smoke swipes two fingers over his tongue before bringing them to her clit while she sucked.

“Get that motherfucker nice and wet too, baby…”

Her lips pop off his dick, “Drain that dick in me, Papa.” 

“Shit, get ya’ pregnant? Pearlie don’t say sum shit that’ll get ya’ in trouble…let my dick go.”

Pearline’s lips left Smoke’s tip. She looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“I wanna cum like this,” Pearline spread her thighs so far that her feet touched the bed on either side of her. Smoke walked around and between her legs, his erection in hand, jerking downward to open his slit and show her his tasty pre-cum. 

“Damn...my dick...shit so stiff I could bust from the sight of ya’ pretty ass,” Smoke was back inside of her, “ima always have ya’...ya’ love me, girl?”

The gruff tone mixed with his words has her breath uneven and her heartbeat a little faster.

“...Wha?” Pearline was astounded. He was still sexing her missionary, her body moving back and forth against the bed in time with his strokes. 

“I said...do ya’ love me?” His jaw clenched tightly and his eyes were serious. 

“...Yesss…” Pearline turns her head away because now she can’t look at him as her tears begin to cloud her vision. Smoke wasn’t having that. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. His brows are furrowed and his lips are parted.

“I love ya’. I love you and I ain’t letting ya’ go...I want ya’ to remember that and take every fucking word I’m saying seriously, Pearlie.”

Smoke’s lip had curled up and his eyes were so intense that she could literally feel them burning into hers.

“Do ya’ understand me, girl? I fucking love you...”

Pearline weeped. Smoke’s tongue found its way to her nipples and he starts sucking each one softly. His patience. It didn’t matter how long it took for him to finally have her, he made that his mission. Her happiness means the world to him. She had moments of insecurity but his reassurance makes her realize it doesn’t matter. He dreams of all the ways he can take care of her, how he would treat her better and love her better. She’d wake up happy knowing she was properly taken care of. She’d feel more at home with him than she ever felt with Stack. And she believed him.

Smoke buries his face against her neck and with his hands wrapped around her shoulders to keep her still and his hips pistoning in and out, Pearline can feel him pushing all the love that he could deep inside of her.

She locked her ankles around him and shut her eyes tight to stop her tears. He was licking, sucking, and biting all over her neck. Pearline continuously gasps in his ear with each deep thrust of his. Her hand is on his firm ass and she start forcing his hips down even more.

“Dig fucking deeper,” She whispers to him. 

“Dayum...dayum,” He groaned in her ear, “Pearlie…I wanna cum inside of ya’!”

“Yes!”

“I’m about to bust this shit wide open—”

Her mouth went wide with ecstasy and Smoke’s hand was on the back of her head to watch her face while he forced himself deep inside, stopping at the precise moment he heard her try to utter a sound before doing it all over again and making her eyes roll. Smoke kissed and nibbled along her jaw. Her pussy didn’t make no sense to him.

Pearline felt the same about his dick. He was really stretching her out and the way his biceps trembled she knew he was about to cum heavy and hard. Pearline widened her legs for him some more. Smoke brought her ankles up to rest on his shoulders and he lifted to his hands, dropping dick off in her.

“It’s right here for you...cum in your pussy, Papa...this your pussy,...this your pussy, Papa...this your pussy—”

“Take my cum...take all my cum up in this pussy...ahhh...shit...I got more for ya’...that’s it...goddamn this pussy won’t let me go...keep cumming—”

Pearline could feel the sensation of his cum filling her pussy up and that’s when her own orgasm extended from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the surface and made her spasm beneath him. It was fucking, but with so much affection for each other. Smoke eases out of her and even with him not there she still felt stretched out and aching. Smoke is on his back next to her, his dick still rigid. Pearline turns to the side, one leg coming up to rest on top of his while her feet rubbed against his inner thigh. She looked up to see Smoke staring at her—just studying her face.

“I love you.”

Pearline’s shyness took over. The intensity in his eyes. She knew he meant it.

“You really love me?” Pearline asks with a shaky and sweet voice.

“Real shit, baby...real shit.”

She beamed and hid her face. Smoke chuckled.

“I can’t believe we just had sex.”

“We made love, Pearlie.” Smoke corrected.

The harsh reality of what just happened loomed over her.

“…What does this mean?” Pearline asked with a small voice.

“It means whatever ya’ want it to mean…but just know, I can make ya’ happy, Pearlie. Let me love ya’.”

Pearline sits up.

“Smoke…if Stack finds out—”

“So what?”

“You came in me! What if I get pregnant? We ain’t had sex in months! He would know!”

“Pearlie…”

Smoke stilled her. Pearline locked eyes with him. Smoke tried to find the words to say.

“What is it, Smoke?”

He was crestfallen.

“Pearlie…Stack…Stack been seeing Mary more…cause he thinking of how to get her away from Arkansas without her husband finding out she pregnant.”

Pearline cocked her head back. A fresh wave of tears swam in her eyes.

“W-what? What you sayin’? She pregnant with his baby? Smoke? No…no, no, no, no—”

Smoke wrapped his arms around Pearline.

“You knew all this time?!—”

“She just found out. She came to tell him. Pearlie…”

Smoke lifted her into his lap. He allowed her to cry, stroking her back and kissing her hair. She cried for a while, shaking against him. Smoke stared down at her, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“Pearlie?”

“…I should have killed him.”

Pearline sat up in Smoke’s lap. She had this far away look in her eyes.

“Stack a grown man. I can’t keep blaming you for his faults, Smoke. You’ve done enough to protect him and look after him. He never knew how to watch his own back without you being there…”

Smoke dropped his eyes. Pearline finally looked at him. She tilted his chin up, her eyes flicking from his face to his chest.

“Why didn’t you steal me from him? Why did you let him take me away from you?” Pearline contested with a knot in her throat.

“…why did ya’ have to fall in love wit’ him instead of me?” Smoke brazens.

Pearline held his gaze, even as tears streamed from her eyes.

“It should have been you.”

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Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

"I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

"Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist."

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South Park - Main 4 When You Fall Asleep Around Them

First post!! aa I'm nervous >-<

Kyle

You were studying together

Well, you were supposed to be studying together

Kyle was engrossed in a math problem. His eyes darted back and forth from the calculator to the paper; to him, nothing else existed in that moment

"Okay, what did you get for number..."

The words died in his throat when he noticed that you were asleep

He just kinda stared for a minute, blinking

You were hunched over, head resting atop your hands on the table

For a second he considered waking you up, but you looked too peaceful

He watched as your back slowly rose and fell with each breath, and found that it brought him peace too

A small smile graced his lips as he chose to get back to work

He tried to be as quiet as possible while he worked, cursing the clicky buttons on his calculator

He frequently stole glances at you as he went

He was finally compelled to wake you up when a drop of drool threatened to fall onto your homework under you

He had a good laugh at your startled reaction

dw, he made up for it by helping you finish your homework :)

Kenny

You were both laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling and taking turns ranting about whatever came to mind

Kenny had finished just finished his turn ranting

The longer the silence continued, the more concerned he got

He glanced over at you, surprised to find you asleep

“Geez, was I really that boring?”

He had said it loud enough that he hoped you would wake up, but you continued to snooze

He watched you for a minute, hoping for any sign that you were going to wake up

He wanted to keep talking with you!!

But he also didn’t want to disturb your sleep

So he went back to staring at the ceiling, lamenting the loss of company (conscious company, that is)

Eventually he started ranting again, but quietly

Just to fill the silence

When you woke up, you assumed you had only been out for a few minutes, since Kenny was still talking

You sputtered when you noticed it had been over an hour

The noise caught Kenny’s attention

“You’re awake! :D Sleep well?”

Stan

You were on the bus, sitting in the window seat with Stan next to you

You hadn’t said anything since getting on, so Stan tried to strike up some conversation

“Did you see that bug Cartman found in the cafeteria today? It was huge!”

He grinned at you as he said it, but his smile faltered as you remained turned away

He leaned forward a little, trying to see your face

He froze when he saw that you were asleep

Bro lowkey panicked: weren’t you uncomfortable with your head against the window? What if he accidentally woke you up?

Well, he had a solution to one of those concerns

He pulled out a spare beanie from his backpack and carefully placed it between your head and the window

He was still super nervous though

He kept his eyes locked on you, waiting for the slightest sign that you were about to wake up and praying that you’d just stay asleep

Cartman and Kyle tried to tease him, but he shushed them aggressively

When your stop finally came, he just about threw up as he gently shook your arm

He really wanted to let you sleep, but also knew that you wouldn’t want to miss your stop

He could hardly speak from being so nauseous, so when you finally roused he just pointed to the front of the bus

Thankfully he did not end up throwing up

Cartman

You were over at Cartman’s, watching a movie

“This movie sucks.”

He awaited your response: he was used to you either agreeing with his commentary or starting an argument over it

But when nothing came, he elbowed you

Well, he tried, but you had slumped over against the arm of the couch, so you were out of reach

He saw an opportunity and took it

Took a kajillion pictures and videos, most of him poking you or making you do stupid poses/faces, but some just of you being peaceful

All for “blackmail material,” of course

Totally not because you looked sweet when you slept

Eventually he got bored of messing with you

He could have gone back to watching the movie, but he needed someone to make fun of it with him

So he kicked you 💀

You woke up with a start, shooting a glare at a cackling Cartman as you rubbed your shin where he kicked you

Your glare then shifted to the TV

“This movie sucks.”

“That’s what I said!”

Thank you for reading!!

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[mediumgayitalian]

Blue, blue, blue eyes, wet and red-rimmed. White knuckles clenched around worn canvas. Salty cheeks and bitten-bruised lips.

“I’m running away.”

Echoes in a too-large room, quiet breathing in stale air. Freezing toes on marble floor. Struggling lamplight, gaunt shadows.

“Gimme a minute to pack a bag.”

———

“Shh,” Nico hisses, clamping a hand over Will’s mouth to muffle a shriek. A too-warm hand clutches his hip, scrambling for balance. The rickety wooden lattice creaks under their weight.

The freeze, for one, two, three seconds. Nico strains to hear, watching the crystal-clear, freshly-polished Jalousie window.

No light.

They let out their breath at the same time, Will’s exhale making Nico’s cold hands tingle. At Will’s glare, he removes his hand, wrapping it back around the rung.

“Be more careful, you clumsy fuck.”

“I’m trying!”

To his credit, he really is. He checks and double checks before putting his full weight on the lopsided strips of wood only meant to hold up vines. He doesn’t let go of the rung above him until his feet are firmly planted, and he doesn’t stray far enough from Nico that he couldn’t catch him. He knows the drill.

And, yet.

(Truly, Nico has no idea how he climbed up by himself.)

Thankfully, they make it to the soft lawn in one piece. Will stumbles into a hydrangea bush the second he lets go of the lattice. Nico lands with much more grace, snickering.

“This house hates me,” he whispers, pouting. There are several blue flower petals tangled in his hair; Nico decides not to tell him. “Like, actively.”

“You and me both.”

They sneak quickly across the lawn once Will’s upright again, booking it to Nico’s Jeep. Will takes their bags, tossing them in the back, then slides behind the massive, creepy gargoyle-thing that sits between the garage doors as Nico opens the driver’s door as quietly as physically possible. Once he’s seated, he glances over at Will, waiting for his signal — hand held up in wait, four seconds, five, six — then a rapid shooing motion, eyes trained at the security camera. Fast as he can, Nico shifts into neutral without starting the car, craning his neck to watch out the back window as he peels out of the driveway and onto the street. Once safely behind the massive pine tree that marks the edge of the property, he parks, turning the car on and wincing at the noise.

Two minutes later, Will comes barrelling down the driveway, nearly tripping over untied shoelaces.

“I fucked up, they totally saw me, go go go go go!”

Nico doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s in drive and racing down the empty street before Will has the door closed.

After long enough down the narrow roads he is sure nothing has followed them, Nico exhales. Will echoes him, slumping into the creaking leather, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. Nico drives, headlights dim, no streetlights to make anything brighter, until their pounding hearts no longer outroar the wind, until sweat cools to as cold as it can be this far south.

Nico squints into the empty road. If a deer jumps out, they're fucked.

“So,” he says, forgoing his blinker as they turn onto familiarly torn-up roads. There is no one else at this hour. And the woods on either side of the road are a farce, hardly more than a copse of trees — nothing but farmland for hundreds of acres. No risk of death by Cervidae, thank God. Not that they know what blinkers are. “Running away?”

“There’s a rest stop an hour or so east,” Will says, face buried in a map. “We can sleep there and keep going in the morning.”

Go where, Nico wants to ask. He taps his finger on the steering wheel, chewing on his lip.

“Okay,” he relents. Will sighs, quick and quiet. “You gotta direct me, though. And, I swear to God, if you get us lost again, Solace —”

And Will laughs, finally, and it’s small and stilted and there are still tears drying on his cheeks, but it’s real, and stars shine brighter, brighter, brighter.

The two hours to the rest stop pass quickly. Nico is used to long drives, and thankfully he’d filled up a couple days ago, so all he worries about is staying awake and watching for cops. There shouldn’t be any, really, because he’s been the only car on this road the entire time, but Nico isn’t going to chance it. Not again. (He doesn’t have Piper to talk them out of trouble, this time, although Will could possibly manage the task.) 

(Maybe.) 

(Well, it didn't work last time, but never say never.)

“How prepared are we to run away?”

Will is quiet for several long, telling moments.

“Well,” he says finally, and Nico sighs. “I think there’s still blankets and pillows in the trunk from last time.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“It’s June! We’re – sheltered! We’ll be fine.”

“Christ alive, William.”

“Oh, can it.”

He bites his tongue, grinning. He doesn’t actually mind – it is June, and they have blankets, and they're certainly not going to succumb to the elements in the Jeep. Will, too, is like a goddamn space heater; if anything, they’ll wake up in the morning with the windows fogged. 

“I suppose I’ll manage,” he says, watching with interest as a flash of bare skin as Will leans over the seat, sweatshirt riding up his arched back as he digs around for the blankets. He turns back right before Will does, huffing dramatically. “Since there are no other options.”

He fully expects the pillow to the face.

“You’re a dickhead.”

“Dickhead with a license and a vehicle, Sunny Boy, so maybe count your blessings.”

“...Lou Ellen has a car. So there.”

Nico snorts, thinking of the piece of shit Bug that broke down for the twelfth time this year in her driveway, earlier this week. Likely story.

“And, yet.”

“And, yet,” Will agrees, voice significantly softer. He’s fully burrowed in his blanket when Nico looks over; seat reclined as far as it’ll go so he can curl up, knees to chest, all six two of him compressed to something small, delicate. The pillow smushes half his face, and the blanket is pulled up to his nose, and Nico swallows, roughly, because his eyes are bright in the moonlight, and his hair fans, frizzy and damp, slightly, out onto the pillow, and Nico doesn’t need to be a poet to compare his freckled forehead to the starry sky. There is a fragility in him, one he keeps firmly locked inside the deepest parts of him, and as Nico watches it he can see it spilling, pouring, bleeding out of him. In the car, in the dark, in front of Nico. “Goodnight, Nico.”

“Goodnight,” Nico says hoarsely. 

By the time he gets the courage to look at Will again, his eyes are already closed, breaths slow and even.

———

“Neeks. Neeks. Nico. Hey, Thanatos. Anubis. Gerard Way. Eddie Cullen."

Jab. Jab. Jab.

God, Nico is going to end up in prison.

“I got more, man, I made a list –”

“Will you stop fucking poking me,” Nico hisses, peeking out from his blankets to glare at his aggressor. He regrets it immediately, hissing harder as the sun burns his retinae.

He can feel Will smiling. “Up and at ‘em, Sunshine. It’s road trip time.” He pauses. “And, also, I’m starving. I packed granola bars for us but I ate them all already. Sorry.”

“Fucker.” Reluctantly, he tugs the blanket fully off, sitting upright and stretching his arms above his head. His back cracks satisfyingly. “Don’t suppose you know where the nearest Dunkin’ is, then.”

“Uh, no.” He looks back to find Will’s eyes snapping back to his, face flushed. “We’re just outside of Arcadia, though? So. I’m. Sure there’s one –”

“Are you good?” Nico asks, squinting. “It’s too early for you to be a weirdo, Will, it’s only –” He checks his watch. “Oh, you motherfucker, it’s like six thirty in the morning! Why the hell are we awake?”

“Road trip!” he says. His face, no longer all screwed up and blotchy, returns to its usual blinding beam. 

Great. Now there are two things trying to blind him.

“C’mon, you dork,” Will says again, laughing. He tugs the blanket from Nico’s grip, tossing it haphazardly in the back and pestering him until he scowls, biting out a “Fine, you prick, Jesus,” and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

He’s still not all the way awake, but he dutifully sits up, buckling his seat belt and starting the car. “Nav,” he mutters, tuning out Will’s chatter.

He loves the guy, but, fuck. It’s six thirty in the goddamned morning. He hasn’t seen six thirty in the morning in a long ass fucking time – even before he graduated at the end of May, he was late to homeroom every single day, without fail. Six thirty is an absurd time to be awake. 

“Left here, straight for a bit, and it’ll be on the corner.”

“You’re pointing to the right,” Nico says, patiently, not bothering to fight the smirk cropping up on his face. "Am I turning right or left?"

This, he’s used to.

“I meant right,” Will sulks. “...I said right in my brain.”

“Sure,” says Nico generously, grin widening.

“Fuck off.”

“What? You try very hard, Will. I’m very proud of you.”

“Choke.”

“Few more years, and you’ll be caught up to the kindergarteners.”

“That’s it, di Angelo –”

He laughs, batting away Will’s smacking hands. “Hey! Hey! No hitting the driver, do you want me to crash –”

By the time Will is done trying to beat him up, Nico has long spotted the sad-looking Dunkin’ Donuts, pulling into the empty parking lot and peering inside.

“Is it even open?” he asks, frowning. The lights are on, but it looks…more soulless than usual, somehow.

“Yep,” Will chirps, clicking off his seatbelt. “The chain opens at five. There's a location in Omaha that's open at 4:30, but as far as their policy goes, five is go time.”

“Nerd.”

“It’s okay, Nico. I’ll stay friends with you even if you get dumber than you already are.”

He grins wickedly. “Least I know my lefts and rights.”

He cackles when Will slams the door, stomping to the Dunkin’s entrance. He’s not really mad – he gets quiet when he gets mad – but it’s good to know that he’s won. (Not that it’s hard. Will is witty, sure, and wicked smart, but his buttons are just a smidge too easy to press. Great fun for Nico, who has raging ADHD and could not resist the allure of a shiny red button if it was going to blow up the Earth with him on it.)

Will is nowhere to be found when Nico gets inside, so he assumes he’s in the washroom and walks up to the counter to make their order. A bored girl a couple years younger than him flips a magazine behind the register, nodding as he comes up.

“I’ll have a black coffee and a…” He squints. “God. A butter pecan swirl signature iced latte.”

“With whipped cream and caramel drizzle?”

Nico sighs, resisting the urge to physically wince. “Yes.”

“Anything else?” says the girl, smile pulling at her lips. “I can put sugar in a cup to go, if you want.”

“He’d probably take that, too,” he agrees, snorting. “But nah. Just a couple breakfast sandwiches, if you don’t mind.”

“‘Course.”

She rings him up, letting him know it’s gonna take a minute as the machines boot up. He wanders while he waits, curiously observing a wall of what appears to be scrawled pencil graffiti. Nothing talented, but he has to fight the urge to walk out to the payphone he saw outside and call a few of the numbers, just to see what would happen. 

“Hey,” Will says, startling him. He’s changed his shirt and tied his hair back, looking a million times better than last night. Nico vaguely notices a sudden ease in his own shoulders.

“Hey.”

“D’you order for us?”

“Got you your morning milkshake monstrosity, don’t worry.”

Will grins. “Drinking black coffee doesn’t make you cool.”

“It does, actually. At any given time I am forty-seven percent cooler than you. More, if you’re wearing cargo shorts.” He glances down. “It’s a forty-nine percent day, apparently.”

“Go wash your face,” Will laughs, shoving him. “I’ll get the food, then we can look at the map.”

He doesn’t take nearly as long as Will did. He brushes his teeth, splashes water on his face, decides his hair looks awesome the way it is (of course he didn’t forget a brush, why would he be a big enough dumbass to forget a brush and also more than one pair of socks) and walks back out. He finds Will tucked in a booth in a corner, chewing on a pink straw, eyeing the ridiculously thick atlas he forced Nico to buy and keep in his car the day he got his license intently.

“So,” he says as Nico approaches, handing him his coffee, “I did some math.”

Nico notices a napkin scrawled with ink that he could not read even if he wasn’t dyslexic.

“Geek.”

Will chucks his balled up straw wrapper at him. “How many miles can you go on a full tank?”

“Uh, 300-ish. 360 if I push it and trust in the good lord.”

Nico manages to catch the morning milkshake monstrosity seconds before it becomes a split victim of Will's dorky fist-bump of victory. “Yes! Okay. My math is right. You got four-odd hours of driving on a full tank, but you're a chunk above half tank, so we got three hours? Ish? Before we need to stop.” He circles a little dot about a quarter way into the state, letters too small for Nico to read. “And since going anywhere near Orlando in the summer is asking to stick us in bumper-to-bumper traffic, that puts us in Anthony.”

“I did not know there was a town named Anthony,” Nico says sagely. “That’s a shit name for a town, if I’m being honest.”

WIll shrugs. “Welcome to Florida. Anyways. Want me to drive? You drove last night.”

“Barely,” Nico dismisses quickly. “I’ll drive.”

“‘Kay.”

Will turns his attention back to the map, tapping his pen against the table in between bites of his breakfast sandwich. Every so often he returns to the napkin, scribbling something down and making little hums of concentration. 

Nico begins to notice the route he’s drawing extends a ways past state lines.

“So,” he says carefully, eyes trained on his best friend. “Running away.”

Will tenses, again, at the mention of it, although this time there is a set to his jaw, a stubborn spark in his eye. Good.

“Road trip,” he corrects. “It’s our last summer, Nico. I turn eighteen in a couple months, and then…” He taps his pencil against the edge of the table. Nico waits out the silence, seven seconds, eight, nine. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? One last huzzah, road trip around the nation, or whatever?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Did you happen to tell your mother about this road trip?”

Will shrugs. “I left a note.”

Nico hums. “Sounds an awful lot like running away. I would know. I’ve been picked up by social services in three separate states.”

“Road trip,” Will corrects again, chin lifted. 

Nico sighs, flicking his best friend in the forehead right between the eyes.

“Road trip,” he agrees. Will's mouth twitches as it decides between scowling at him for the flick or smiling at the concession. “Where to?”

“That defeats the point of a road trip.” He closes up the atlas, looking at Nico like it’s obvious. “Duh. Journey, not the destination, et cetera, et cetera.”

Privately, Nico bets that by tomorrow, Will be be restless and guilty and they will be on their way home. Outwardly, he says, “You have seen a truly disgusting amount of movies,” and Will laughs, and Nico follows him to the Jeep, and knows, as he always does, that he will follow him regardless; across the world, across the country, even back to Shit Fuck, Florida.

———

next chapter

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️KELLY HEADCANONS✨️

If you dont know who Kelly is, go watch Season 3, Episode 1, "Rainforest Shmainforest." It's her only appearance, but I ship her with Kenny, so I made her have some more character depth. Like any character at all. Cuz she has one damn episode. And believe me when I say it was HARD.

• Kelly Grace Crowe

• She/Her

• Born on April 12th 2003

• 5'2"

• Straight

• Kelly lives in Laguna Beach, California. She and Kenny did intend to have a long distance relationship but her parents took away her phone privileges and she forgot his number eventually.

• She didn't want to get attached to Kenny, not because of the distance but because her parents don't actually allow her to date. Phone calls would make it harder to hide it as opposed to Kelly just sneaking out to see him if they were neighbors.

• She was very broken up about this and cried for months. She never stopped thinking about him which is why she was ecstatic when she was 17 and her parents said they were moving to Colorado and Kelly suggested/heavily pushed going to South Park specifically.

• Like most of South Park, Kelly is a Roman Catholic. Her family are very religious conservatives and with Kelly as their only daughter, her life growing up was generally pretty strict and sheltered. She wasn't allowed to date until she moved out, she had to keep her door open at all times, wear modest clothing, and couldn't consume any "inappropriate media". This of course included most TV shows, music, and movies for kids but were deemed "satanic" by the Crowe's.

• Kelly is very forgiving and kind so she never really hated her parents but once she finally got to move out and experience what she was missing, she began to resent them. Keep in mind, this is after she's overlooked years of their sexism, homophobia, and forcing her into Catholicism

• Listens to talk radio because they sound like "friends."

• Kelly has a bunch of tiny scars on her legs and arms because she's incredibly clumsy. She falls down the stairs at least twice a day.

• Ate age 10, she stopped picking her nose after she dug too hard and got a nose bleed.

• Loves to bake (mostly cookies) but she has a big sweet tooth and puts way too much sugar in her stuff.

• Very clingy, which is mostly from her lack of friends as a child. She gets attached fast and does NOT let go. I mean, she held onto Kenny for years even without contact.

• Listens to Taylor Swift, Gracie Abrahms, Ellie Goulding, and Carly Rae Jepson.

• The first Disney movie she was allowed to watch as a child was Tangled and since then was hooked on musicals.

• Amazingly good singer, she wants to be a popstar. She's not great at writing lyrics but she plays the guitar and has a 3 (almost 4) octave vocal range (Whitney Houston voice basically).

• Kelly was originally homeschooled until 2nd grade when she practically begged to be placed in public school after she was getting incredibly lonely and bullied by her neighbors.

• Cartman told her that Christmas was actually a pagan holiday and not originally about the birth of Jesus, and she had a mental breakdown.

• Still considers herself under the Catholic faith, but she isn't strict about it. She knows that as long as her heart is pure, she'll be fine, and the extra rules aren't necessary.

• Secretly likes Christian rock bands but still subconsciously thinks of rock as "demonic".

• Big sister to Karen she loves her so much. They hang out a lot, watching cartoons, baking together, making bracelets.

• Plays volleyball in her spare time. Sometimes, she plays baseball, she's a good swinger.

• Watches iCarly, Drake and Josh, and Victorious. She's a big Nickelodeon fan.

• Kelly and Cartman are friends solely because they're the only ones who really remember Kenny's deaths (aside from the Goths). Cartman remembers because Kenny's soul was in his body at one point ("A Ladder to Heaven", season 6, episode 12). Kelly remembers because she's the only one who actually saved him from dying.

• She didn't remember at first but after she reconnected with Kenny, she saved him again a few separate times. This soon caught the attention of the cult of Cthulhu and Satan himself. He decided to let Kelly remember Kenny's death. It wasn't any deep or important reason, he just thought it'd be funny.

• After she began remembering seeing her boyfriend get brutally murdered, Kelly was severely traumatized and started doing whatever she could to prevent him dying again.

• Addicted to the puppy dog Snapchat filters. Also just a dog person in general, she has 2 golden retrievers (the second one is Kenny lol)

• Eats peach flavored everything. Even the peach flavored kit-kats (they're disgusting but she likes them)

Could yall tell I fought tooth and nail to give her any sort of personality outside of Kenny 💀

i grew up with strict religious parents, so this was me projecting a lot. I made her a basic white Christian blonde (it just feels right, idk)

Alsooo I am writing a lil essay sorta about how I believe Kenny's immortality curse works and explanations about the inconsistencies, rules, etc etc. Prepare tho. It'll be long.

Stay safe, drink water, bye guys :)

[ofaugury]

( vanessa kirby  / cisfemale / she/her ) — DR. SELENE CALDER has been living in Port Leiry for TWO YEARS. They currently work as a PRINCIPAL BALLET DANCER, and are THIRTY-TWO years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a WITCH or if they’re connected to CIRCLE OF AUGARY. They tend to be quite INDEPENDENT and APATHETIC, but can also be DRIVEN and CUNNING.— '

tw: mention of parental death

tl;dr: divination witch who processes her time magic through movement, specifically ballet and is now slowly slowly learning martial arts. can see five seconds into the future, sees the possibilities mapped out in front of her, and is growing that power. lone wolf, grew up in london as part of the circle of augury coven. dealt with ballet and physics hand in hand growing up. mom was a professor of theoretical physics, selene got cocky in her readings of the future and played her mother's death. came to port leiry two years ago to study under tetsuya as his protege and is continuing to stitch together how time and movement come together in her magic. has just learned about the voiceless. has ambitions that are slowly unfolding. currently is a principal ballerina. in the dark of the night she dreams about being a witch who hunts hunters.

about under the cut I penned by rey

ORIGINS

name: dr. selene calder

age: thirty-two

sexuality: bisexual

creative touchpoints: chronos (hades ii, ambitious time witch). moira mactaggert (x-men). natasha romanoff (marvel, fighter ballerina trope). dominika egorova (yes that character from that meh movie ‘red sparrow’, but it’s the fighter ballerina trope’ here as well). caine wise (from jupiter ascending? i’ve never seen jupiter ascending, but i hear that this character has a similar ability - to see a few seconds into the future. guess i gotta watch jupiter ascending). the apathetic time traveller trope. exhausted genius trope. protege who just won’t give up trope. more machine than man trope. 

alignment: true neutral, scooting towards neutral evil

species: witch (divination, time, can see five seconds into the future, always)

hometown: london, england

affiliation: circle of augury

occupation: principal ballerina, protege to tetsuya miyazaki (and that shit is a full time job on its own)

family members of note: n/a

BACKSTORY

GERMINATE — Richmond & Battersea | Ages 0-8

You begin in Richmond, raised beneath Georgian cornices, cricket-field hush, and the quiet vigilance of the Circle of Augury, your family’s diviner-coven. Your mother’s parlor is an orphanage for clocks; every tick pronounces your inheritance: absence. You listen to antique clocks until their ticking becomes the first language of your magic.

At three, they ferry you across the river to Battersea’s Royal Academy of Dance—tiny studio, high windows, the smell of rosin and rain. Every plié prints your birthright on polished wood. You discover that a plié is just a second folding, and a relevé is a second released.

SPROUT — Edgeware, Clerkenwell & Richmond Park | Ages 9-13

Mornings: the red-brick halls of North London Collegiate School in Edgeware—Latin roots, calculus seeds, prized uniforms. You memorize proofs in the margins of poetry, turning academics into choreography for the mind.

Afternoons: District Line south to the Central School of Ballet in Clerkenwell—ceilings fan-high, pianos forever mid-chord. You trade sweat for certainty, carving grace into muscle the way cartographers carve coasts.

Weekends: uniform traded for leotard at White Lodge, Richmond Park, where the Royal Ballet School Junior Associates drill port de bras beneath deer-watched oaks. Here your intuition first flares: a stumble foretold, a reprimand fore-felt. You learn the deer in Richmond Park move a heartbeat before the wind, and you copy them.

STEM — White Lodge Dormitories | Ages 14-17

Full-time residency inside that 18th-century manor—dorm beds under cracked plaster frescos. GCSEs by lantern light, Oxford-trained tutors visiting from Magdalen to cram differential equations into your sleepless skull. Foresight sharpens: one second, two. 

Seventeen: the mis-plotted salvation in a Richmond kitchen—broken glass, arterial bloom—your mother dying because you trusted mathematics over mystery. Grief roots deep; certainty curdles. You miscalculate one shard of glass and inherit the echo of your mother’s last breath.

BRANCH — Covent Garden & Camden | Ages 17-24

Daylight onstage at The Royal Opera House, Covent Garden—you, an apprentice carved in spotlight.

Nightfall lectures at Birkbeck, University of London in Bloomsbury—physics chalk dust, streetlamp gold. You balance particle physics on the edge of midnight lectures and let your future-sight bloom between equations.

Home: a cramped Camden Town flat above a jazz bar, walls pulsing with strangers’ trumpets. You fall asleep to trumpet solos, certain syncopation can teach time new tricks.

At twenty, you transfer to Imperial College London in South Kensington; your lab badge reads Centre for Fundamental Physics. Between Piccadilly stops you annotate futures, stretching vision to five seconds. You split atoms of causality in sterile labs, coaxing four whole seconds of tomorrow into your palms.

BLOOM — South Kensington & Covent Garden | Ages 25-29

Doctoral work in Imperial’s Blackett Laboratory—cryogenic hum, lasers threading midnight air. You watch lasers tremble and wonder if the universe shivers when it notices you watching back.

Evenings you crown the stage as Principal Ballerina back in Covent Garden, pointe shoes bleeding through satin. You swirl through Swan Lake and hear the audience gasp on cue—because you cued them.

Twenty-nine: dissertation defended—Temporal Embodiment and the Limits of Human Perception in Accelerated Systems—inside an oak-paneled room off Queen’s Gate; applause rings like distant thunder. You answer each question three beats early, letting professors believe they interrupted you by accident.

TRANSPLANT — Port Leiry | Age 30-Present

You trade London’s tube map for Port Leiry’s salt-slick streets. Goju Martial Arts smells of cedar and sea-spray. Dawn drills of wind-stepped kata teach you how air denies prediction. Dusk finds you experimenting in alleyway cafés, nudging strangers’ fortunes like threads through a loom. You chase the wind until it turns and chases you, testing whether prophecy can break a gale.

Then rumor: the Voiceless stalk your mentor. Memory of a Richmond kitchen ignites. You chart defenses along cobblestones, weaving five-second halos into traps of perfect causality. This time the pattern will hold.

THE FOLD — How Your Magic Works

Time is not a river to you; it is origami—white paper that blossoms into infinite creases the instant you look. Probabilities hover like translucent petals, each edge a glowing contour. A choice flickers, and dozens of silhouettes overlap: the step she might take, the word he might say, the bullet bending left instead of right. You taste futures the way sommeliers taste oak—notes of sorrow, sparks of triumph, metallic after-scents of danger. You pluck the filament you prefer and tug; moments rearrange themselves, obedient as silk on a loom. Every tug, though, leaves a static sting—reminder of glass once misjudged, the blood price of imprecision. So you fold and refold until the paper threatens to tear, listening for destiny’s heartbeat under your palm.

FRUITION — Everywhere Time Bends | Now

You stand poised between heartbeat and horizon. From Kensington lecture halls to Port Leiry docks, the map is stitched inside you—pivot point where ballet meets physics, prophecy meets will. A young god’s first lesson is to break what she loves; her final vow is never to mismeasure the heart again. You thread the world on invisible wire, tug once, and watch destinies rearrange like beads on a string.

Step. Turn.London, Port Leiry, the yet-unwritten world—all sway as you pull the strings.

WANTED CONNECTIONS  —

AUGURY - Coven connects from here or abroad

TRAIN - Give me someone for her to train with, now that she’s learned about the Voiceless, your girl wants to fuck them up for evening thinking about coming after Tetsuya 

PUPPET - Give this girl someone to practice her magic on, she wants to try mapping out probabilities 

TROUBLE - Give her trouble. Open to interpretation

and really, everything else in between! people with benefits, people who like her ballet, hunters to be enemies with.

[sixgears]

INCOMING  TEXT:    omg  hv  u  met  phoenix  laurel  of  the  rodani  prowlers  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanics  n  actually  go  by  marvel.  the  twenty three  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  turf's  skate  park.  allegedly  they’re  frm  manila,  philippines  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  three  years.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !

01.  OVERVIEW

full  name.　jocelyn grace fernandez laurel　　/　　aliases.　phoenix, marvel　　/　　birthdate.　9th  april  (  23  )　　/　　hometown.　manila,  philippines　　/　　gender  + pronouns.　genderqueer  +  she/they　　/　　orientation.　lesbian　　/　　zodiac.　aries　　/　　occupation.　mechanic @ rodani wheels, sales associate at a comic book shop　　/　　face  claim.　beatrice laus

02.  A  STUDY  IN  …

skateboard tricks that don't quite stick the landing, peeling an orange and getting the juice all over your hands, laughter pulled so deep from your chest that you can hear it in a crowded room, flipping through the pages of a vintage comic book, the desperate clambering for validation from everyone you know.

03.  THE  SUMMARY

phoenix  was  born  and  raised  in  manila  to  a  real  estate  agent  and  a  mechanic.  at  fourteen,  their  family  uprooted  their  entire  life  by  moving  to  florida  for  her  mother  to  pursue  better  things  in  her  career,  effectively  ripping  her  away  from  the  only  life  she  knew.  they  went  to  college  out  of  obligation  and  pursued  a  biology  degree  that  never  went  anywhere.  becoming  a  mechanic  for  the  rodani  prowlers  was  brought  on  by  pure  chance.  she  discovered  the  world  of  underground  racing  through  online  forums  and,  having  been  a  fan  of  motorsports  through  their  father,  decided  to  show  up  to  a  race.  members  of  the  prowlers  split  off  to  form  the  nariza  bois  and  the  crew  was  down  a  few  mechanics  —  phoenix  happened  to  be  at  the  right  place  at  the  right  time.

04.  HEADCANONS

phoenix  was  born  jocelyn  grace  —  but  under  no  circumstance  should  you  call  them  that  unless  you  want  to  be  smacked  with  a  skateboard.  ever  since  they  were  twelve,  they've  gone  by  phoenix  after  their  favorite  x-men  character,  jean  grey.  it's  also  how  they  got  their  alias  marvel.

cringefail  girlboyloser  3000  …  no  rizz  no  game  no  filter  and  it's  why  she's  never  been  in  a  relationship  that's  lasted  longer  than  two  months.  painfully  hopeless  romantic,  and  harbors  many  crushes  that  often  go  unrequited.

alexa  (  or  i  guess  not  it's  2007  )  play  sk8er  boi  by  avril  lavigne  !  fell  in  love  with  skating  ever  since  they  were  adopted  by  a  bunch  of  skate  rats  in  their  freshman  year  of  high  school.  for  their  skill  set,  they're  pretty  good,  but  you  can  often  find  them  in  the  skate  park  trying  (  and  failing  )  to  perform  advanced  tricks  way  above  their  level.

loyal  to  a  fault.  will  ride  for  anyone  she  cares  for  even  if  it's  to  her  detriment,  but  they  can't  help  that  family  and  friendship  are  what  they  value  most.  it  shows  clearly  with  the  prowlers.  she  feels  very  strongly  about  the  rivalry  because  of  her  devotion  to  their  crew.  if  phoenix  considers  you  a  friend,  then  they'll  do  absolutely  anything  for  you.

undiagnosed  adhd  </3  someone  take  her  to  a  psychiatrist  asap

not  the  best  mechanic  …  often  at  fault  when  a  prowler's  race  goes  south  but  she's  trying  her  best  !!  she  knew  the  basics  by  learning  from  her  father  and  improved  on  her  skills  during  her  time  with  the  crew  but  it's  clear  she's  the  weakest  of  all  the  mechanics  so  most  racers  don't  choose  to  have  them  touch  their  car  unless  it's  for  something  simple.

05.  APPENDIX

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[xxpariahprincexx]

(sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, my stupid sister is watching brainrot Youtube shorts on full volume and is refusing to turn it down or wear headphones so I can barely focus)

Hello scene kings, queens, princes and princess's, this is my blog. I am Sebast!an the Pariah Prince and I'm a bit new to the scene (literally)

So I've known about the scene kid subculture for a few years now, and I've been watching people dress scene, especially my ex stepsisters, since I was a wee lad (though at the time I didn't know what scene was I thought it was just a version of emo lol). And I've been listening to scene and emo music since my pre teens

I've always shown interest in people who dressed differently (scene, emo, goth, punk, stuff like that) as well as scene, emo and rock music, the type of music I didn't really hear on the radio often, I always thought it was very fascinating, dare I say maybe a bit better than the mainstream fashion and music

Unfortunately I don't dress scene often because not only can I not afford it but I also look like a girl when I dress scene so sometimes I can be a bit self conscious about it, but I do listen to scene and emo music, such as:

My Chemical Romance

Evanescence

Green Day

Linkin Park

Bring Me The Horizon

Three Days Grace

Simple Plan

Papa Roach

Anna Blue

Paramore

Okay I think most of them are more emo/rock, but I wouldn't mind if some of you could give me recommendations for scene music, I do listen to 6arelyhuman and odetari but I think they're scenecore not scene (there's a difference) and I also like Freakin' Freak by Dot Dot Curve but thats the only song I like by them so far (I may listen to more by them in the future)

Not to mention I listen to nightcore songs (not sped up songs, NIGHTCORE) and Kesha, apparently Kesha songs are popular with other scene kids but I'm not too sure to consider her a scene artist or not

And I also listen to Gorillaz but I don't think they're considered scene or emo (2D and Russel look kinda like the emo art style thing with the white eyes)

I like Sonic The Hedgehog, Beavis and Butthead, The Powerpuff Girls, Resident Evil, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Black Butler, Invader Zim, Laughing Jack, Slenderman (and a lot of other Creepypasta) Monster High (G1 only! The rest suck), Sally Face, Salad Fingers, South Park and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (mainly the 2012 show cause I grew up with it)

I will mainly be posting random crap, thanks for reading <3

[thetruearchmagos]

The Commonwealth Calls

An Excerpt

So, I was having a think and reading some IRL military papers when I had an idea to write something for ol Gustav, who I haven't showed off in a very long time indeed. Hope it's halfway interesting!

Tagging @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @hessdalen-globe @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @kckramer

It was well into the night by the time Gustav returned to his platoon, stepping out from the A Company staff car before it pulled away into the dark. He found his position exactly as he'd left it, his four Farriers parked in a semicircle in the shadow of a hill with camouflage netting cast all above them, and most of his troopers away in their fighting positions. A handful of crew members tended to their machines, or caught what sleep they could, and in the centre of it all a conclave of his squad leaders and sergeants were gathered around a long extinguished fire.

"Evenin', lieutenant," said Sergeant Amadi, handing him an open can of something warm, and a spoon. "What'd Captain Soucek have to say?"

"Well, nothing too bad, I don't think," Gustav replied, in between sips of the salty canned stew. Glancing to his left he saw that Corporal Korbl had finished with his 'map', really a patch of soil dug and carved up into a facsimile of the real terrain around them. Finishing the soup, Gustav stood, took up a stick from the dirt and got to his tired feet. Stepping towards the map he took a second to collect his memory of the company brief, and his own thoughts from the drive back.

"I'll start with the important news," Gustav began. "Regiment expects a large scale Ocrisian attack at some point in the next forty eight hours, and even odds it'll be in our sector, coming in west."

"We know the Ocks like to come in fast, so if they do come," he continued, "then I don't see them taking any other route than 'straight down the middle'. An attack running up from the south's less likely, but I wouldn't put it past them."

He turned to Sergeant Amadi. "Sarge, what's the status on our defences?

"We've finished digging the fighting pits close on the hill," answered the platoon sergeant, stroking his chin. "But you'll get to sight the forward positions before we start with them."

Gustav nodded slowly. He'd only gotten a brief look at the terrain before leaving for the brief, but had the image of the ground picture-perfect in his head ever since.

"Well," he eventually started, turning to his section leaders one by one. "Sergeant Miho, I want you to take Diaz's section, and your track, dig in well on those hills south of the road, and make ready to take an attack coming out the woods in the flank. Take two of our missile launchers, Olsson, your lot'll dig in at the base of the hill on either side of the road with the third launcher. And Khristov, I want your boys to help Olsson's dig in, but I'm holding your track here, in reserve."

Pausing to check his watch, Gustav mentally ran back every word he'd just said against his thoughts, and found he'd said all he'd meant to.

"Alright, that's all I've got. Remember that we've got a platoon of armtracks on these heights, too, and with them I think we're pretty well set. Any questions?"

There were a few, and Gustav went through them all in turn. After receiving a backbrief from each of his corporals, Gustav left them to their work under the watchful eye of his sergeants.

And went to catch some sleep.

------

Gustav wasn't surprised when he found out his forty-eight grace period was more optimistic than not. The report came over the tactnet at five the next evening.

"Attention all, Topaz reports enemy advance in brigade strength, clear on," came Captain Soucek's crisp voice, referring to the battalion's lookouts stationed well ahead of their positions. Gustav swallowed dryly, and tried to split his attention between the transmission and scanning the darkening terrain from the cupola of his track.

His vehicle was parked turret-down behind a rise near the base of the hill, and to his right he could just about make his reserve track, Lance Corporal Ntawa's, similarly obscured. He knew Miho's group had already made themselves comfortable on the low wooded hill, but they were entirely hidden within their holes and under camouflage. Finally, though they were out of sight, he had no doubt that Sergeant Amadi and Corporal Olsson were getting their troops ready.

Good, good...

"What was that, sir?"

"Nothing, Simge," he replied, glancing down to his gunner. The young private nodded slowly, peering through his sights.

The attack began, of course, with a furious shelling, as batteries on both sides exchanged fire. In the distance, over the treetops, Gustav could make out gouts of flame and rising smoke plumes where Commonwealth artillery landed amidst the oncoming columns, and nearer to him shells came down like cast seeds across the slope. Gustav was gratified to see that little of it came anywhere close to his platoon; his pains at concealment had paid off, he guessed, and took it as a good sign.

"All callsigns, this is Hunter-Lead." Captain Soucek's voice returned, and finished just as quickly. "Two companies coming down Route Eight-One-One, armtracks ahead and infantry behind. Clear on."

That meant they were coming 'right down the middle'. Gustav was relieved. The dense woods ahead of him would leave the enemy little room for creative manoeuvring, which was another blessing.

When the first enemy vehicle entered his sight it took Gustav a moment to notice it, a small wheeled vehicle at the very edge of the treeline.

Then, with a thundering growl that echoed up the hill three tracks in column charged down the road, and the moment they cleared the woods fanned out in a line abreast with cyan shields flickering. They carried on down and another trio followed, then a pair of armtracks after that, all fanning out and pressing in parade perfect formation. Slighter tracks, the armoured carriers, filed in behind the wedge they formed, and Gustav noted they didn't pause for a second to dismount infantry.

When the last of the tracks passed west of the crossroads, the first shot of the evening was fired.

A flash lit up from the hill, and a split second later a penetrator dart punched a neat hole through the drivers hatch of the track at the tip of the wedge. The detonation flung the beast's turret spinning into the air even as two more shots reached out from the dark, one missing by a hairs breadth and another tearing a track's treads to ribbons.

There was nothing for Gustav to do but watch. Half of the surviving enemy tracks fired scattered shots into the black heights, kicking up dirt but not much else, while the rest thundered past their burning comrades. The furthest forward barely made it twice its length before a blazing missile gouged into its right side well past what its shield covered. Fire blew from its hatches, its burning carcass careening off the road as a second missile raced north and turned the scout in the woods to scrap. Unexpected, but Gustav made a mental note to commend his crews for their initiative.

The tracks on the hill fired as fast as their loaders could feed them, and as they'd all rehearsed targeted the tracks that were running down the road instead of the ones firing on them. Hits to their thin sides from the north and the south soon reduced the three armtracks to one, while a missile from the west tore a following infantry carrier and its living cargo to shreds.

Its comrades wisened up, though, and soon shifting shapes bundled out into the dark by the dozen. Half of them and their tracks flowed on either side of the road and surged towards the hill, and Gustav prayed Amadi's lot could hold them at bay.

The rest turned south to close the distance, cannons and machine guns blazing against the hill which roared back in reply. They had the dark and well sighted defences on their side, but one track and seven bodies against half a company were bad odds. Gustav watched, and waited until his targets were dead ahead of him.

Showtime.

"Sickle-One-Four, Lead, follow me!" Gustav barked into his headset, then "driver, forwards and turn us north!" In the back of his mind, he was surprised at the nerves that leaked into his words.

The two tracks turned out of cover with every weapon blazing. Already cannon and missile had knocked out a pair of tracks, but another two joined them in seconds. Simge walked his fire from one transport to another, the enemy still to stunned to turn, while Gustav fired the pintle machine gun on his cupola at any infantry still standing. All the world beyond the sights of his gun disappeared, and before Gustav knew it he was ordering 'driver, advance' and charging running men with their backs turned.

"Driver, halt!" he started, dragging himself back into focus. Ahead of him the attack had shattered, but he knew how dangerous infantry in the dark were. Fire still poured from his two tracks as he fought the deafening noise for his thoughts, bringing his low-lights to his eyes to scan the ground.

"Driver, reverse and swing us right," he eventually ordered, and they backed up and drove behind Ntawa's towards the main road before the latter turned to follow. With his section on the hill safe, Gustav's attention turned towards the main show.

The road was like a slice of hell. Fires beyond count burned furiously into the black sky, belching smoke and fumes. Wind blew south down the clearing, and the smell of diesel stung his nose. Raising a hand to his eyes, Gustav looked up and down the road, taking it in.

"Driver, take us up the hill," he said, then switched to the platoon net. "Good shooting, folks. Sound off."

"Five walking wounded and one unconscious," Amadi answered, his voice a grey neutral. "I've sent all but two of them back up the road, and Khristov's section with a dozen prisoners. And we're all out of missiles, clear."

"We're empty too," Miho chimed in," and I've got three wounded. Stabilised, but I need to get them out, clear."

"Understood. Miho, mount up and get back to the assembly area, and get your wounded out of here. Amadi, we're coming up the road, so watch your damn fire!" he finished, and could hear the other man's smile.

He switched over to the company wide frequency, pausing a second to wave at the dark heights above him and the armtracks hidden somewhere up there.

"Hunter, this is Sickle-One-Lead, clear."

"Sickle-One, Hunter-Lead, we hear your," came Soucek's reply, only a little more haggard than before. "Sickle-One, Hunter-Two, no more follow-up expected in your sector, but get ready to move. The attack is ongoing up north, prepare to drive up Route Seven-One-Six when able. What's your status?"

"Hunter-Lead, Hunter-Two," began the armtrack platoon leader's voice, "we're low on main gun ammunition and need a restock."

"Hunter-Lead, Sickle-One, we need resupply as well, and I'm still clearing out our wounded and some prisoners."

"Understood, all. You'll have resupply waiting for you north of the river with the rest of the company. Sickle-One, how long do you think you need?"

A lot longer than you'll give, Gustav thought darkly.

"We can start moving in five if we leave some of our dismounts behind, or fifteen if we don't."

A short pause held.

"Alright, I'm sending the HQ troops to handle the prisoners and casualties, try and get yourself ready to move in ten."

"Clear on, Hunter-Lead," Gustav let out. He groaned. It was looking like a long night.

[laresearchette]

Friday, March 21, 2025 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: BE@RBRICK (Apple TV+) THE INTRUDER (Paramount + Canada) TRAINING DAY (Paramount + Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA AFTER 30 AMERICA MADE WITH LOVE: PART I FINDING NINA THE LAST DUEL NHL COAST TO COAST SING SING WICKED

CBC GEM ABSOLUTELY CANADIAN: THE CAMINO GHOSTING WITH LUKE HUTCHIE AND MATTHEW FINLAN (Season 2) JOJO RABBIT THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL (Season 2) THE STONES AND BRIAN JONES

CRAVE TV ACROSS THE UNIVERSE BELFAST FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC THE G THE MASTER OF DISGUISE MAYDAY MEGA ZOO (Season 1) REAGAN ROBOT DREAMS VERONICA MARS MOVIE WHITE NOISE WILD GOAT SURF

NETFLIX CANADA GO! (South Africa) LITTLE SIBERIA (Sweden) NO HARD FEELINGS REVELATIONS (South Korea)

NCAA MEN'S MARCH MADNESS (TSN/TSN4) 12:00pm: First Round (TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 6:00pm: First Round

NCAA WOMEN'S MARCH MADNESS (TSN2) 12:00pm: First Round - Liberty vs. Kentucky (TSN2) 2:00pm: First Round - Stephen F. Austin vs. Notre Dame (TSN2) 4:00pm: First Round - Tennessee Tech vs. South Carolina (TSN2) 6:00pm: First Round - Nebraska vs. Louisville (TSN2) 8:00pm: First Round - South Florida vs. Tennessee (TSN2) 10:00pm: First Round - TBD vs. UCLA

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Phillies vs. Jays

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Blue Jackets vs. Penguins

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 8:00pm: Hornets vs. Thunder (SN1) 9:30pm: Grizzlies vs. Clippers

MARKETPLACE (CBC) 8:00pm (SEASON FINALE): Joining forces with top scambusters to take on scammers from around the world, the team cracks into networks of organized crime groups, watching some through their own security cameras, and confronts fraudsters in real time.

LOVE SWITCH (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: On the brink of divorce, James and Michelle have drifted apart over the years. They wake up to discover they have somehow switched bodies. Unable to switch back, they are forced to understand what the other goes through on a daily basis.

2025 WORLD WOMEN'S CURLING CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN) 9:00pm: Qualification

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: "764" is a global network of online predators - many are teenagers. They coerce minors to self-harm, maim animals, kill themselves and have even plotted acts of mass violence. Police struggle to contain what's being called a growing terror threat.

WILD GOAT SURF (Crave) 9:00pm: In a run-down Okanagan RV park during the summer of 2003, surfing-obsessed 12-year-old skater girl Goat navigates the unbridled, unstructured summer days of youth, dreaming about becoming a surfer.

RAGING GRACE (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Nothing is as it seems when an undocumented Filipina immigrant takes a job as a caretaker for a terminally ill man in a lavsh home. She and her daughter soon become ensnared by a terrible secret that threatens to tear them apart.

THE G (Crave) 10:50pm: Ann Hunter and her husband are snatched from their home by a corrupt legal guardian. They are put in a prison-like "eldercare facility." Trapped in a corrupt system, "THE G" begins to fight to get them out and get revenge on the people who did this.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

France Nuyen (South Pacific)—Her film debut was In Love and War (1958) and in the same year she was in South Pacific in which she played Lait. She was nominated for this role at the Golden Globes as New Star Of The Year in 1959 and at the Laurel Awards for Golden Laurel - Top Female New Personality She often played romantic leads in films set during wars. I also think she just had the most beautiful smile.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

" I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

France Nuyen:

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

Those movies sound like good choices, though I have not watched around half of them (though I guess the Wolf guy would have taken the place of Legoshi, wouldn't it?). Other films that are good candidates, in my opinion, would be Balto, Wallace and Gromit, Chicken Run, Early Man, Over the Hedge, Quest for Camelot (would be funny if Garrett was summoned) and Ferngully: The Last Rainforest.

What about Animated Series? Though best not to get into the ones that are way too long to end (like South Park, Simpsons, Family Guy, etc).

I few I would pick would be...

Archer (Sterling Archer)

Owl House (Luz obviously)

Little Witch Academia (Diana, but cheating a little because it's an anime, but their interactions could resemble the ones between their relationships with Amity and Akko respectively)

Gargoyles (either Goliath, David Xanatos, or Elisa Mana)

Phineas and Ferb (Heinz Doofenshmirtz)

Star Vs the Forces of Evil (Marco)

American Dragon: Jake Long (Jake Long)

Danny Phantom (Danny Fenton)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Either Catra or Adora)

and He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Either Adam or Krass'tine)

I like the list you started, so here’s what I have:

(And I just realized that most of the characters will be even more traumatized by the adult shows I have here.)

Owl House (Luz)

Gargoyles (Goliath)

Phineas and Ferb (Doofenshmirtz)

Star Vs the Forces of Evil (Star or Marco)

American Dragon (Jake)

Amphibia (Anne)

Gravity Falls (Dipper or Stan)

The Proud Family (Penny)

Milo Murphy’s Law (Milo)

Kim Possible (Kim or Ron)

Danny Phantom (Danny)

Hey Arnold (Helga)

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Leo)

The Mighty B (Bessie)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (Jenny)

Fairly Odd Parents (Timmy) (And only up to season 5)

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius (Jimmy)

As Told by Ginger (Ginger or Courtney)

Invader Zim (Dib or Zim)

Spongebob Squarepants (Spongebob) (And only up to season 3 and the movie)

Infinity Train (Tulip or Grace)

Steven Universe (Steven or Garnet)

The Powerpuff Girls (1998) (Blossom or Professor Utonium)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed)

Courage the Cowardly Dog (Courage)

Samurai Jack (Jack)

Teen Titans (Robin or Raven)

Code Name: Kids Next Door (Nigel)

Ben 10 (Ben)

We Bare Bears (Ice)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (She-Ra or Catra)

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Adam)

Clone High (Joan or JFK)

The Boondocks (Huey)

Arcane (Jinx)

The Oblongs (Creepy Susie)

Inside Job (Reagan or Brett)

Tuca and Bertie (Tuca or Bertie)

Futurama (Philip)

Primal (Spear)

[nerdgasmnoire]

Nerdgasm Noire 56: It's the End of the Year as We Know It

0:01:44: NXIVM: The Vow

0:02:34: Leah Remini: The King of Queens star sues Church of Scientology

0:03:30: The Truth About Jared Leto's Bizarre Cult - Camp Mars

0:04:34: NXIVM: Allison Mack, Grace Park and Other Actors Recruited by the Cult

0:06:15: What Is Gemini? Everything You Should Know About Google's AI Tool

0:07:51: Terminator

0:09:30: Fake Luigi Mangione Alibis - Know Your Meme

0:10:06: Supreme Court Will Hear TikTok Ban This Week—Here’s What To Expect

0:11:46: Slightly High Historian

0:12:00: Glitter & Greed: The Lisa Frank Story

0:12:40: Annie (2014)

0:15:16: Here's why YouTube's bugging you about your age

0:20:34: This year has been exhausting!

0:22:12: France and Germany falter as Trump presidency looms

South Korea’s President Declared Martial Law

Syrian rebels topple Assad who flees to Russia in Mideast shakeup

Gaza is still happening

France’s Prime Minister was kicked out

Trudeau says 'not a snowball's chance in hell' Canada will join US

0:28:16: Rebekah Weatherspoon on TikTok

0:30:29: The Move Bombing

0:31:00: Here's why all your streaming services cost a small fortune now

0:31:55: Fav media of the year 

Homicide: Life on the Street

Copaganda

Diablo

Dropout TV

This Ravenous Fate

The Rise of YA Fiction and Why It's so Important

X-Men 97

Interview with the Vampire

Agatha All Along

The Penguin 

The Batman 2002

Alligator Bites Never Heal 

GNX

Hiss

0:43:19: Nicki Minaj is in debt

0:44:37: Lil Wayne & The Superbowl

0:46:12: Watch Beyoncé Bowl | Netflix Official Site

0:50:41: BoxLunch

0:52:34: Was Luigi Mangione Charged With Terrorism While the Buffalo Supermarket Shooter Was Not?

  0:54:04: Ryan Murphy Defends ‘Monsters’ Against Erik Menendez Criticism and Backlash Over Homoerotic Brother Scenes: ‘We Had an Obligation to Show All of That’

0:55:24: Divorce in the Black

0:56:20: Jonathan Majors and Megan Good are engaged.

0:56:49: Jim Brown was a monster

0:59:45: Meagan Good on Eyebrow Tattoos

1:00:46: Wicked

1:05:08: What we’re thankful for

1:10:03: Where to find your hosts! 

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[oldwritingm]

hihi!! Can I get a Stan Marsh X fem! reader whos really quiet but also opinionated on a million things BUT she can't talk about it cause nobody ever bring up feminism in a normal conversation.?

Of course dearest! Sorry this came out a little short ^^"

Word count: 542

South Park - Stan With a Quiet but Opinionated Reader

Stan was scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he reclined on your bed. You were on your own phone next to him with your legs stretched out across his lap. You had both been quiet for a while now, but silence was never uncomfortable between you two. Especially because you weren’t a particularly talkative person, and neither was Stan. So, whenever you were together, you frequently looked just like this: silent, just basking in each others’ presence.

You were scrolling through a particularly outrageous thread of posts on social media. With each post you read, you could feel anger turning in your stomach like a ball of hot lead. You couldn’t believe how ignorant this person was being, and it wasn’t long until you reached your breaking point.

“Idiot,” you grumbled.

Stan looked up. “Who?”

“Not you,” you shook your head, eyes locked on your screen. “This ignorant buffoon. I mean, he’s clearly just babbling. Had he done any real research, he wouldn’t be saying this stuff.”

Curious at your unusual passion, Stan moved over so you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. You handed him your phone, letting him scroll through the posts himself.

“I mean, he’s the reason why people are so uneducated. They see posts like that and they’re totally misled! I can’t even blame them, really. I can only blame the greedy misers who push this stuff.”

Stan was glancing between the phone and you. He was far more interested in what you were saying, but he pretended to be reading. “I see what you mean.”

“And nobody ever brings it up! How are we supposed to correct people who actually buy this garbage if we don’t talk about it in real life?”

“That does make things difficult.” He put the phone down, cocking his head as he turned his full attention to you. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this.” Or about anything. She’s so quiet…

You shrugged, taking back your phone. “Like I said, no one brings it up.”

“Is there anything else like that? Stuff that gets you all riled up?” He was eager to see more. That passion in your eyes was captivating. He smirked as an expression of gratitude passed over your face.

“One second. I have some posts saved.”

You spent hours ranting to him about your opinions. Frankly, your attention to detail was impressive; your viewpoints were foolproof. Clearly you’d spent a lot of time ruminating over these things. And researching. You seemed to know everything about both sides of the argument, and you expertly dismantled the opposition. 

“You should join the debate team or something.”

You blinked, turning a little red in the face at the mere idea. You shook your head.

“I’m serious. You’re, like, amazing. I’ve seen politicians with less tact.”

A new passion lit in your eyes. “That’s another thing. So many politicians are so ignorant these days. And why? Because they’re all old men stuck in the 1700s.”

Stan snorted, gearing up to listen to yet another rant. A small smile graced his lips as he watched you ramble. This side of you was undeniably attractive.

No one brings this stuff up, you say? He thought to himself. Well, maybe I’ll have to start doing just that. 

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading! Take care little starlights <33

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