#hastag motivating

[tummyisyummy]

draw mathew with mereo next:3

Mathew always fearing for his life in the CLK

[wonderlandhour]

*talking about how to deal with the magical monsters during halloweek*

Yuu: Leona, call your brother. We need to borrow Cheka. Does anyone else have any young children we can borrow?

*Everyone else, confused*

- The Next Day -

Cheka, wailing: why are you ruinin the pirate ship! I really wanted ta see it!!!

Magicam Monsters: *panicking because they're being recorded and shamed for making a kid cry*

Ruggie: this is fucking genius

Leona: *proud af of his future mate girlfriend and nephew*

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

I Cannot Breath (So I Must Sing) Ch. 3

Alastor X Opera Singer Reader

Masterlist.

CONTENT WARNING: This work is for mature audiences only, but not for the reasons your thinking. GRAPHIC descriptions of violence and a casting couch situation in this chapter. (nothing actually happens with the casting couch, but I still want you all to know)

The air was cool, early morning dew shone on blades of grass as Alastor enjoyed the peace and quiet on his porch. He always enjoyed the calm of a Sunday. He wasn’t a religious person in the slightest, but he had to give them credit. They were on to something with Sunday being the day of rest. He leisurely lifted the mug of coffee to his lips. As he sipped on the bitter drink he breathed in.  

Yes this was just what he needed. An easy quiet morning. The cool air, the calming sounds of the bayou, it was like his own little slice of heav- 

The sudden ring of the telephone broke Alastor out of his peaceful revere.  

Well it was nice while it lasted.  

Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he went to answer. He did not give out his information to most, so the likely-hood it was just some random person was slim.  

As he picked up; the crisp sound of a voice began, not waiting for a greeting.  

“Alastor it’s William.”  

“Ah Billy, I’d say good morning but I know if you’re calling me the morning has most certainly not been good.”  

William Venderberg, the lead detective on the case against the Bayou Butcher. Alastor’s coverage of the terrifying killer had been so insightful at the beginning of the Butcher’s rise that William had started inviting him to crime scenes before information was released to the public. His insights were helping them solve the case -William was sure of it.  

And oh the irony of Billy inviting him. Alastor found such deep and immense satisfaction at the fact he was often prancing around his own crime scenes, giving ‘insights’ into the killer’s motives and methods. It was all bullshit. Alastor had such fun manipulating them, sending them on wild goose chases.  

The very man they were trusting for guidance was the killer they were searching for.  

Knowing this, Alastor did not have to feign shock when he heard what came out of William’s mouth next.  

“We’ve got another one, another body.”  

“What?!” The shock in Alastor’s voice was evident and he had to think on his feet to cover for it. He sputtered before commenting. “This is the closest time between killings we’ve ever seen.” Alastor rolled his eyes as he spoke, being the investigative radio reporter could be a grating act sometimes. “Where is the body? Are you sure it’s him?”  

“Oh, I’m sure of it, I’ve seen enough of this guy’s victims to know. You’ll be sure of it too once you get down here.” 

Alastor severely doubted that.  

“Where is ‘here’ Billy?”  

“The big theatre uptown, the really big and serious one, it’s called the Paradise or para-something" 

“The Paramour?” Alastor asked. 

“Yeah, that one”  

Y/n’s theatre, and a body was found. “Could it be?” He thought. Had God heard his prayers and smote the woman down for him?  

Just as the amusing thought settled in, the ringing voice of Y/n from yesterday rung out in his mind, dampening his amusement in ice water.  

“Because you're not good enough, and you can’t stand that someone else is.” 

Y/n had defended him, not even knowing he was there. He supposed he wouldn’t want to see her dead, at least not right now.  

But still a body at her theatre? Interesting.  

“Let me get my coat and I’ll be there as soon as I can Billy”  

~ 

The damp of city streets discolored the bottom of Alastor’s trousers as he walked to the theater. The soles of his shoes kicking up small droplets of water as he picked up his pace seeing the entrance of the building barricaded to the public.  

There was an officer sitting in the foyer, keeping watch through the windows in the doors for possible trouble. As Alastor entered, the lad recognized him, tipping his hat as he walked past to the atrium proper.  

The stage sat dark, the house lights turned on to emphasize how utterly empty the theatre felt without the heat of bodies in seats and the swell of music in the air.  Alastor poked his head into the stage door he had entered with Mickey previously.  

Billy was there leaning against the white brick wall, scribbling feverously in a note pad.  

“Alastor, c’mon back” The top of Billy’s notepad smacked down with a thunk as he made off briskly down the hall. Billy was never one for pleasantries or beating around the bush. Alastor respected the gumption it took for someone to get straight to the point in situations like this. No doubt Billy probably was a very good detective. 

Just not quite good enough to catch him.  

The entrance to the wardrobe was tapped off, the pair ducking under to get in. There was a woman prone on the floor behind a worktable. Her eyes a ghostly white, mouth opened ever so slightly, like she had been cut off mid-sentence. Two large wounds sat symmetrically on either side of her torso. Knife punctures that looked like the weapon had been twisted in circles before being removed. More akin to the tooth punctures of a large animal than that of a man-made weapon. The skirt of the woman had been pushed up slightly to reveal the flesh or lack thereof on her shins and calves. The cutting was even and neat, like someone was cutting the skin for leather. And sure enough off to the side on a rack, the skin of the woman's legs was hung neatly on two hangers. Both in solid complete pieces. Like drying scraps of cloth.  

Alastor had to bite back a smile. That was funny and something he totally would have done had he thought of it. This copycat was good, he had to admit, this really did seem like one of his killings. However, unless he had a temporary bout of amnesia or insanity, Alastor was fairly certain he didn’t know the woman on the floor from Adam.  

“Was her skirt pushed up like this when you found her?” Alastor turned and questioned Billy.  

“No, when she was found her skirt was normal and her legs were crossed. One of my men pushed it up to get a report on the extent of the damage.” Alastor nodded, pondering the situation. For once he was actually helping the police investigate a crime.  

The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him.  

As Alastor knelt down to investigate further, he commented to William.  

“There is one thing I can’t help but be puzzled about here Billy” Alastor squinted as he gazed at the cadaver on the floor. Taking in blood splatter and saturation on the woman’s clothes and where she lay. For such a bloody act he expected there to be well... more blood.  

“And what’s that Al?” Alastor took a pen out if his pocket to inspect the woman’s hands, noticing several of her nails had fresh breaks.  

“You’re claiming this woman is a victim of the Bayou Butcher and yet-” Alastor straightened up, sticking his arms out and gesturing to the scenery around him. A glare that could only be described as sassy pointed at the detective. “Is there a gator or a swamp around here that I'm not seeing or?”   

“Haha” Billy mocked “Very funny, save it for when you’re on air Al” Alastor just simply rolled his eyes and went back to inspecting. “If you’ll recall, I'm fairly certain it was you who pointed out that, due to lack of blood evidence or viscera at the scene where the victims are being found, it’s likely the Butcher is killing these people somewhere else and dumping the bodies afterward.”  

‘Oh yeah’ Alastor thought, ‘I’d forgotten I'd tipped him off to that’ 

“Well that begs the question then Billy” Alastor didn’t take his eyes off the collar of the woman; something wasn’t right there. “What make her so special?”  

“Don’t know. Right now, the prevailing theory is that-” A man in a tweed suit knocked on the wall behind the taped entrance, calling William over. “I’ll be right back Al.”  

As the detective walked away, Alastor used the pen to pry down the high collar of the woman's shirt. “Why would a lady be wearing a turtle neck in May?” He thought. The pen slipped a few times before catching the fabric, he cursed at himself for forgetting to grab his gloves in his haste to get out the door. As the cloth was pulled down, large purple bruising marred the woman’s neck. A clear almost black ring of damage adored her like a necklace.  

Strangulation. The stabbing didn’t kill this woman, she was strangled first, likely by a rope judging by the clean even line of the bruise. The lack of blood splattering made sense now. Her heart wasn’t beating when she was stabbed, so there was nothing to pump the blood out of the wounds. The broken nails now also made sense. A large wound to the side piercing the lung like that wouldn't have given the victim time to fight before falling into shock or unconsciousness. But slowly losing your ability to breath would.  

Someone killed this woman, and made it look like it was his doing after the fact. Not a planned copycat, but a cover up copycat. 

‘Most likely a crime of passion then’ Alastor thought. ‘Something done in the heart of the moment and only covered up once the deed the had been done’ 

Yet the nature of the crime didn’t add up with the, expertise of the crime. The cuts on the woman were clean, so was the strangulation. Whoever did this had killed before.  

Alastor pondered on if he was actually going to tell Billy any of what he'd found when the detective ducked back into the room.  

“Well I've got at least a little good news.” Billy pulled the notepad from his pocket once more, jotting a few things down.  

“Oh?” Alastor quipped.  

“I think I know why this woman was left here.” Alastor stood back up gesturing at the detective.  

“Go on”  

“The timeline of yesterday goes like this”. Billy’s gaze shifted down to the pad in his hand.  

“Rehearsal started yesterday at 8 am for principal actors, 10 am for supporting cast. Principal actors were sent home for the day at 2pm. Sometime after the principals were sent home an incident occurred where a dancer fell off the stage. She’s not severely injured outside of a nasty twisted ankle. However, she was advised by the visiting doctor that she would likely not be able to perform for a while. The doctor noted the time of his departure at 3:07. According to the stage manager, a replacement was found, but several costuming adjustments were going to be needed.” 

Alastor hummed. “And this woman stayed late to catch up” Alastor speculated.  

“You’re getting ahead of me but yes. Both the stage director and show director attest that she insisted on staying late to finish some things. She was given a set of keys by the director and both men left together around 5:30”  

“So these two men where the last people at the theater before she was discovered.” Alastor asked to confirm. If that was the case then this seemed pretty cut and dry to him. These men were each other's alibi, and while they didn’t fit the profile in his head individually, maybe together they fit the bill.  

“Not quite” Billy stopped the theory being built in Alastor’s head with those two words.  

“Oh?” Alastor questioned.  

“The man who just came and got me was the translator. He just finished up with speaking to one of the principal cast members Y/n Leroux. According to her, after running some errands yesterday she noticed she was without her apartment keys. She came back to the theatre at around 6 to 6:30 to check if she had left them here. She knocked on the front and side entrances and no one answered. She left, had her landlord let her in, and called the director this morning to let her in to search for them. They were the ones who found the victim.”  

Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed. Once again, it all came back to Y/n.  

“Considering the incident with the dancer happened after she had left, there was no way for Miss. Leroux to know that someone was still here at that time. And according to her the doors were locked when she tried to open them.” 

“The doors were locked? Then that would mean the killer was likely already inside the building, or had already left.” Alastor thought out loud.  

“Based on the approximate time of death, it’s very likely Miss Leroux was back at the theatre either during or just after the murder. And just down that hallway,” Billy pointed to another opening behind some sewing machines that Alastor had failed to notice when first entering. “Is the side door that Miss Leroux was knocking on. So it seems like to me that Miss Leroux coming back and her knocking scared off the butcher before he could take his latest project with him.” 

“And we have confirmation that Miss Leroux did indeed go straight home last night?” Alastor asked slyly.  

“I’ll have to call her landlord to make sure, but considering the butcher has been at large for almost 3 years and Miss Leroux hasn’t been in the country 6 months, I’m fairly confident in ruling her out”  

“Ah yes that would completely rule Y/n out I suppose” Alastor commented. 

‘If this was the work of the butcher’ Alastor thought. But he knew it wasn’t. And while the idea of the two directors was still Alastor's most likely explanation, something about the way Y/n looked at him, told Alastor she fit the profile just a bit better.  

Alastor decided to hold off on telling Billy of his findings on the body. Perhaps he would do a little investigating himself. Actually do the reporting he claimed he did when speaking of his murders on the radio. Maybe he’d ask them for some ideas before killing them, after all they seemed like quite the creative little catch.  

Alastor strode out of the crime scene, poking his head in various rooms to see if the police had missed anything. He, reluctantly, had to give some praise to Mickey’s thorough tour of the back rooms of the theatre. He did know his way around much better now. As he approached a room, hushed speaking could be heard inside. Alastor ducked into a hidden nook, tucked between a costume rack and a large set piece of a store front. If he leaned in just the right way he could peer into the gap in the slightly ajar door.  

Y/n was packing back and forth, her eyes rimmed in red, holding herself as she muttered in French. Her face was stricken and the red tint of worried, furrowed lips was evident. Alastor couldn’t help but think his heart was a self-sabotaging menace as it panged for the woman in front of him. She really was the epitome of a girl who’d seen things she never should have. He hated to admit it, but with the way her eyes were shining and her face so morose, Y/n looked so enchantingly beautiful in ways Alastor couldn’t even being to describe.  

‘You were wishing she was dead this morning’ Some deep part of his brain thought. He tried shooing it away with the fact that that was this morning but it only responded with ‘You were accusing her of murder two minutes ago’. Just as he was in the midst of fighting with his own brain Alastor’s daze was broken by the voice of a man.  

“Miss, please sit. I know you had some similar troubles with your theatre back home, but let me reassure you this is nothing like that” The look Y/n gave the man Alastor couldn’t see made it clear she didn’t believe a word coming out of his mouth. She did reluctantly sit down in an air chair, but the pent up energy was escaping in the manic bouncing of a leg and tapping of fingers on her arms.  

“Let me get you something from my office, to help you settle” A short man in an olive suit stepped out of the room, closing the door .  

‘Damnit’ Alastor thought, his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he needed to know more. That’s all it was, curiosity, not some sense of worry he felt for Y/n. No not at all, it defiantly wasn’t that. Alastor wracked his brain for where the administrative offices were. He didn’t remember seeing them, but the voice of Mickey rang out in his head, mentioning they were upstairs on the other side of the theatre.  

Alastor felt confident he had a good 10 minutes alone with Y/n, but just as he was poised to knock, he heard another male voice from inside the room.  

“Ya know Miss, if you’re so worried about the butcher, why don’t I start walking you home after rehearsals. I’d hate for something to happen to such a fair lass such as yourself.” Alastor rolled his eyes; he couldn't believe some man was trying to shoot his shot to a woman who’d seen a dead body less than four hours ago.  

“No” Y/n’s voice was the timidest Alastor had heard it. “I couldn’t take you from the show like that”  

“Nonsense darling, you know I’d do anything for you. Just like... you’d do anything for me right?” Alastor could feel the sleaze rolling off the gentleman as he spoke. Like it was a film that coated everything in the unwanted creature's presence.  

There was a beat of silence before a crisp “Sir” cut through the air from Y/n. That was the diva Alastor knew. He’d heard that tone before and knew a verbal beatdown was about the commence. Alastor’s smile widened  

“I don’t know what you think your-” The tension Alastor thought was gone sprung back as Y/n was interrupted.  

“Ya know Miss, with all this going on, they may have to make some ‘adjustments’ with the cast. Take some... unnecessary cast members out of the show. But you know I wouldn’t let that happen to you baby, I'd do anything for you, just like you’d do anything for me, right?”  

Y/n’s lack of response as the silence grew thicker and thicker was all the motivation Alastor needed to let several resounding knocks land on the door. He swore if the scum on the other side of the door answered it, he’d knock his teeth out.  

Such a low life, exploitative, cad had no business talking and treating Y/n that way.  

Y/n’s face greeted him as the door swung wide. Relief then confusion crossed her features. Her mouth made to say his name but he spoke over her quickly.  

“Tais-toi et laisse-moi t'aider” Alastor spoke to her, praying his French wasn’t too rusty for her to understand. She seemed to get it as Alastor looked over her shoulder to see the degenerate sitting on the edge of the air chair Y/n had been in.   

“Mr. Venderberg has some more questions for Miss Leroux.” Alastor didn’t give the scum time to argue as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and escorted her out.  

[funky-dealer]

not even noon and i already want this day to be over

[blarshwritezz]

hello i stumbled across your mafia x spy fic while reading through the male yan hastag and boy did your writing make me fall in love at first read haha if youre motivated to could you do a part 2 with nsfw AMAB reader if possible if not then just ignore this i wont mind 😁😁

One part 2 coming up! And don't worry about making me uncomfortable, it takes a lot to do that :>

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader p2

M yan x AMAB reader

TW - general yandere behavior, NSFW, dubcon, dacryphilia, stockholm syndrome, smoking

You woke up on a large bed, one of your ankles shackled to a bed post. Your clothes were gone, and you couldn't see them anywhere in the room. Not that looking was much help. It was so dark that for a moment after waking up, you thought you may have gone blind.

You tried to sit up, a voice rang out from the shadows, startling you. "Ah ah ah, don't even try to get up." You knew that voice...

And as he stepped close enough for you to see him better, your eyebrows furrowed. The only light came from the cigarette he lit on his way over.

"What do you want with me?"

"Right to the point I see." He blew smoke in your face. "Then I won't be bullshitting around, either. You're mine," Slowly, he ran a hand up your bare torso, stopping to pinch your nipple. "and I'm going to fuck you until you get it."

In one swift motion, he had you laying on your side. He slowly spread your ass cheeks, admiring the view. Just when you were about to protest, he stopped you with a swift spank. The room was quiet for a moment...

"Was that a moan I heard? Does my new toy like being spanked?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, his tone cocky and teasing.

At least the room was dark enough that he couldn't see you blushing.

"Of course n- ah!~" Another harsh smack against your ass, cutting you off and making you moan.

He didn't say anything, but he chuckled, amused by this new information. He was going to use it to his advantage...

Over and over, the loud smacking sound resonated within the room. He didn't stop until you were crying and your cock was aching for attention.

"What a good boy." He licked the salty tears from your cheeks. "You're so cute when you cry...don't you know how impossible it is to resist you?"

Without warning, he forced his way into your hole, making you cry out in pain.

"You like that?" He put his cigarette out on your shoulder. "You like being my bitch?"

You nodded your head slowly, making him pound into you harder. Choked whimpers and cries barely escaped your throat. Your cheeks were wet, stained with tears, and flushed. Whether it was from the crying or your arousal, you weren't sure.

He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough so you knew it was there. "Yes, that's a good slut. Lay there and take it."

You couldn't help it. He felt so good. The pain, it just turned you on so much. You couldn't help but cum.

"Wow, cumming so soon? You're more of a slut than I thought."

He squeezes your neck tighter, his thrusts hitting deeper and deeper until finally with a grunt he fully buried himself in you and filled you up. It was so warm...

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

And there we have it!

[horizon-verizon]

I think there's a certain irony in the fact that Rhaenicent ended up being the reason why Alicent's character was ruined. In the first season, the writers changed her age, invented a sad backstory, and created a friendship with Rhaenyra, all to make her more of a sympathetic victim. I remember the Team Black never liked this because many of these changes were made at the expense of taking away moments from Rhaenyra or eliminating parts of her story, like her friendship with Laena or her entrance in the black dress, which originally belonged to her in the book.

When Team Black fans voiced their displeasure with these writing choices, warning that they would harm the plot, the Greens (mostly fans of Alicent and Aemond, characters who benefited a lot from these changes in the first season) told them to stop complaining, saying that the show was better for giving more depth to characters who didn’t have much in the book. They claimed that the TB was just angry because their favorites were becoming more likable. In the end, the TB was right. Those changes to Alicent’s character and her friendship with Rhaenyra ultimately harmed not only her character but all the Greens characters as well. Which, in my opinion, is pretty ironic.

Absolutely. People on TB, inclu myself, were not really, expressly concerned w/Alicent's characterization for her own sake I will admit that. At the same time, they/we preferred Alicent to act with the agency she displayed in the actual story and grew more and more disgusted with the disengenuous righteousness of portraying Rhaenyra as "spoiled" to Alicent's "dutifulness", which worked to be a disservice to both women. Their relationship and the dichotomy, even for the change for best friends turned enemies they created wasn't even given the proper development or "explanation" on the friendship side that it should have. You can also look at my earliest hastagged "alicent's characterization" posts where I and others complain & criticize Alicent's character of season 1 for more.

TG has often, for a few years, relied on the whole "complex character" bull crap, and I wrote a Twitter thread back in June abt why/how they use the word. Often enough, though, we call a character(s) "complex" bc they suffer to a degree or type excessively and/or for a sustained amount of time; that is because with suffering, people can tend to build up varied coping mechanisms & defenses that could lead them into self/outer(ly) destructive places. And these can drive a story forward, as the greens provide the central conflict of the Dance/succession crises by being the ones plotting/usurping Rhaenyra. The consequences of their reasoning affects their own relationships with each other as well as their supporters. The greens' shitck is that they are just wrong, both for the sexism and how they think their rulership means for the rest of the realm's lords.

But:

the greens are still pretty static with how the show is written; bc of their goal and how they grew up, they do not have a positive character development...it's more of a constant revealing action from their potential for violence

not all complex characters are credited as such in fandoms bc a lot, or the most vocal, of the audience thinks that character is too unlikeable to really explore or credit their motives as worthy of some grace so much as how it may affect them alone if it was in real life, as to create their own blindspots

a character like Daenerys Stormborn, who is pretty morally sound gets reduced to a future-mad-girl who killed poor slave masters, and her actual psychological journey gets misinterpreted--purposeful and not-so-much--and dismissed...this girl has one of the most complex characterizations in literature/media. Her feelings about leadership formed from her experiences and pondering over the relationship b/t a leader and those they lead, small concessions of the heart for intimacy or big ones for safety, how she thinks of her family's recent and longer history and legacy living through her, her emotional maturity overlapping with many signs of her temper and compassion, etc. Her campaign to kill the masters vs her desire to re-conquer Westeros bc of said relationship and the redefinitions of "duty" and love (love for her people and humanity, what is such a thing and how to realize that?). So "complex" doesn't always mean "morally questionable".

Don't get me wrong, I love me some toxicity or some sort of non-ordinary challenge/high stakes in my fiction. Most of my stuff are, and many provide me with catharsis when it is characters developing healthier ways of community, communication, romance, whatever. I also find catharsis when things don't work out so nice, like Claudia's fate in Interview with the Vampire--not bc I hated her, bc she's actually my favorite--bc the story validates the tragedy/horror/sadness's large significance, motivation, or presence in a human's experience under a safe environment (your couch, etc.), thus affirming a fuller sense of one's "humanity". While still thrilling. Claudia was doomed bc she was a child amongst adults who used her to force bonds between themselves and she was forced to become a monster herself to survive. And was punished for that. I love characters toeing the line between grotesque and safe--it's an adventure.

[zu-is-here]

I was looking through the #mimosa on your blog for... reasons and I almost made myself cry over the stuff I myself wrote XD

why so much sadness for such lil' boi

-bulle (also your hastags are always so precious, thanks for that. Big motivator)

Awww Blue! ( ‘́⌣’̀)/(˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ) We love this poor boi <3 (I still remember the letter that made me cry in the night ;w;)

♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )!!

[soymilkwithyuri]

I love that commenting using hastags in reblogs is the culture here because i am very much fueled and motivated by comments and encouraging words so thank you for the comments!!!! I'm really really thankful for the comments and the support,,, i hope i have a warm bubbly follower base like when i did on twitter🥹🫶❤️

[newsfromstolenland]

It is good to hold out hope that some cis queer people and people can be better and that no one is inheritly bigoted. To not have hope can be a bit dispiriting and stall one’s motivation and progress. Did I phrase that right?

I am glad that there a lot of cis gay people who use hastags like Keep the T or LGB with the T. And there are cis queer people who support trans people. But it is disheartening when some cis queer people prefer our oppressors to their fellow queer siblings, or trans siblings.

there are absolutely many cis people who support us. sometimes the people who are hateful just talk about it so much and so loudly that they seem like the majority even if they aren't

[omegaxlore]

Welcome to the Ethereal Trove

Hello everyone!

I am so happy you are here. You have officially entered the Ethereal Trove Library. What is an Ethereal? Good question.

Ethereal (e-the-re-al) : a being created by the cosmos granted with an elemental ability to help protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Poaegi (played by none other than yourselves) and each of the Omega X members must work together to train and harness each elemental ability to defeat the monster that is awakening to hunt them down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This story was an original idea I wanted to write and eventually one day publish, but I never found motivation to do so.

When the Omega X tour was announced I knew I wanted to do a project for the fans. I didn't want to do the same thing I did last year. Then randomly I had a what if and I asked a few friends. I wanted them to tell me I was crazy and there is no way I could actually do that.

And they did. They said I was crazy. But they told me to do it anyway. Because they knew I would be the only one actually able to do it.

So now here we are. Writing a wild somewhere superhero story where anyone and everyone can play the character Poaegi and work along side of Omega X to save the day- of world if you want it to sound dramatic.

I hope everyone loves this story and continues to pressure me to finish it. I don't want to lose motivation because when i tell you I have a story to share it's going to be good. I have it all planned out and I need to give it my all. I just need to know you guys want it too.

Starting after the Atlanta show (Nov. 29) is when the true story starts. So until then enjoy the backstories- read them all. They all have key pieces you will need to know before the story truly starts.

Finally I want to thank all my friends who have encouraged and worked with me so far in proofreading this story. I love and cherish you all. And to my other fiends who are spreading the word of this story at other stops. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Please share your thoughts and feelings along the way on twitter with the hastags #omegaxlore & #EtherealTrove

<3 xoxo via twitter : @/omegaxbaby

[theendofuno]

didnt pretended to post this anywhere but it turned out so silly HYUGHDGFS

gonna print this out and put by my pc side. hastag motivation ig

btw why do i need to see like +7 different professionals to get a diagnosis my face literally screams "dumbass" im a emo in 2023 that answers a lot already!!!

[levbolton]

Highschool AU fanfic where nothing from the canon happens

Miharu is a second year highschooler that is part is the ninjutsu club just because he was persuaded by Koichi the previous year and because it’s the club with least engagement needed (we know Miharu’s apathy)

However, he catches sight of someone who he didn’t see before. An older transfer student no one knows anything about. He rarely speaks outside of the bare minimum and spends most of his time alone, just a few classmates remember his name, Yoite

Somehow, for unknown reason, Miharu started to look forward the club activities, actually attend them. By the time he leaves school he’d often walk along with this anonymous student, however, without exchanging any direct contact (as in leaving the school at the same time and just walking towards the same direction for a while before splitting)

Idk how but i do want them to interact at some point, some starter to another conversation and so on, but everything would be kept quite shallow. They would learn each other’s name and idk probs family situation (I want to think Yoite as adopted and Yukimi is his also adopted older brother/parental figure that is mainly taking care of him, Miharu stays the same with his grandma i think)

But one year passes quickly, and after spring vacation Miharu notices Yoite is no longer there at school. Their relationship would be shallow so he doesn’t have any contact media, or fanthom where Yoite could be. A whole year spent wondering abt it, you know tryna move forward too bcs he’d be a senior and that means he must prepare the centre exam (final hg exams)

Frustrating as it is, he had to handle all that and move to the next phase of his life, university. Only to find out that Yoite too was a student of the same university Miharu would choose

This would be enough of a sign for the two to finally take this opportunity to know each other on a deeper level than just the shallow small talk from Miharu’s 2nd year (Yoite’s 3rd)

Hastag yoite lives

A coming of age story (no one dies shocking i didn’t know lev could conceive stories without death)

(I think Yoite is canonically 2 years older than Miharu but I would argue he stood one one year thus the difference in school being only one year now)

(This is not a fanfic, this is a summary of what i would’ve written in a 5k oneshot if I had the motivation for it, or the time when i first got the idea, who knows maybe i’ll write it someday, but rn it’s been on my mind for a month)

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Omgg I love it!! thank you love for the comment! ahhhhh that hastag made my fucking day 🩵 wuv you 😩🥹

honestly you may have motivated me to finally finish the 3rd and finale part.

meet me at our spot pt 2

Captain Syverson x WoC Reader

where YN and Sy can be them nasty ass selves.

warnings: smut, sex toy, daddy kink (kinda), unprotected sex, oral (kinda), cursing, angst

Part 1

song slightly inspired

sidenote: so the end of 2021 was hectic and went out with a fucking bang and then 2022 started with a fucking bang when I got sick and I’ve had no desire to write other then some little wip ideas. So here y’all go! This is might be shit but hey 🤷🏽‍♀️ Part 2 of meet me at our spot. I kinda started a part 3 but we’ll see.

I don’t give permission from my work to be used, copy, translated anywhere.

but if you fucks with it like it, love it, reblog it, comment all that good shit! ❤️

Her cheek pressed into the cool sheets, her mind fuzzy with lust. She didn’t even really remember how they got here or how many times they’ve cum between the both of them, but here they were. Her ass up and her face down, when they should be at their friends engagement party not here with her about to get her pussy stretched out.

She could feel the pressure build up at the cool tip that pressed slightly passed her tender lips. Oh he went there.

She groaned as he sat still behind her, not even pushing in any further much to her dismay.

“Fucking red neck huh?” Sy’s deep Texan drawl uttered behind her.

Was he still on this? She rolled her eyes before trying to turn her head before a hard hand landed on her left ass cheek. The loud smack bouncing off the walls of the boutique hotel. Their spot about 30 minutes outside of town. It was a cute hotel, mostly used by people passing through their modest town. It was the cleanest hotel within a 60 mile radius so it was sometimes used by locals also, for a little staycation, or in her case a dick appointment with the man she’s supposed to hate. If she was being honest with herself the only thing she truly hated about Sy was just how much she loved when he dicked her down and his stupid smile. It should be a fucking crime how good it was.

“Eyes forward” He demanded, not even letting her turn to face him.

Before she could speak he pushed in the dildo, her hum of appreciation reaching his ears. How’d he even find it? When did he have time to look for it? She was sure it was stuffed it in the bottom of her suitcase by the bathroom.

His cock strained as he worked the dildo into her cunt, feeling the tug and grip her walls had on the Clone-A-Willy he had got her a while back. The process in itself turned into them fucking non stop after he got clean up. It was a little gag gift for when he went over seas. Every time she used it she thought about the night they made it, her driving his hard cock into the large tube. The thought, it always pushed her over the edge when she was alone.

“Fuck” she muttered as her hips started to rock on the dildo. Unfortunately Sy didn’t plan to let her off that easy. He tsked at her as he slowed his movements.

“Who’d think a red neck got ya feeling this good baby?” He asked, the dildo moving in and out of her slowly.

She huffed and threw her head forward into the sheets.

“Syyyyyyy!” She whined while trying to grip more of the toy she’d become so found of, her irritation working through her quickly.

“Damnit, just fuck me!” She gritted. The Captain was silent and still behind her, not giving in.

“Not until you apologize baby, you hurt daddy’s feelings”

“Fine! I’m sorry!”

He tsked again. She looked at him with faux innocence.

“I’m sorry”

“Not good enough darlin” he said before he started to remove it.

“Sy!” She yelled, she wasn’t in the mood to be played with, why did she have to apologize now? He made her cum twice before he even pulled his mouth from her thighs tonight.

“I’m tired of you playin games with me suga, APOLOGIZE!! you spoiled fucking brat” His thick accented voice boomed, the sudden loudness making her heart skip a beat. He can’t even help himself, he’s so woken up he shows her some mercy by shoving the toy back in, working it into her core as his thumb found her pearl, his rough skin rolling over it with ease from her wetness.

“Oh fuuuck daddy! I’m so sorry….please…please keep fucking me” She begged as her cheek dug back into the sheets. His dark laugh worked it’s way down her arched spine and sent a chill through her.

“That’s what I thought baby”

Without notice he pulls the dildo out again, the lewd pop it made as it bobbed in his hand making pre cum leak from his waiting cock.

She doesn’t get a moment to react as he thrust his aching cock into her dripping cunt. He drove into her, his hands a bruising grip on her meaty hips.

The Clone-a-Willy doesn’t stand a chance, though it’s a clone it’s not the same. The size large they brought didn’t even fit all of him, they didn’t need the full extra large but he def needed a bit more room to capture the full goodness of the Captain. Though it could never capture the heat of his hot cock driving into her, the slapping of his heavy sack against her, her ass bouncing on him, their skin slapping.

“Oh fuck sooooo good” She moaned out into the dimly lit room.

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You daddy, you are”

“Hmmmm that’s right, you love this red neck dick??” He asked with thrusts to accentuate is point.

“Yes yes, I love your red neck dick”

Sy’s steady his emotions trying to pull himself back in, but it was too late the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself.

“You love this red neck?” He asked, his voice full of emotions they’ve never dared acknowledge.

YN paused for a moment taken off guard. She slowly turns to stare at Sy who almost comes to a stop. His thrust are slow to allow her a moment to focus on what he asked. Fuck why did he even ask her this?!

“……yes I do, I love you Sy” She voices, their eyes locked on each other. If the room was hot and heavy before it was blazing now with their love confessed so openly, he smiles before pulling his cock out fully. His mushroom tip stroking her lips, nudging her clit before thrusting back into her, to the tilt.

“Oh shit!” She gasps as Sy fucked into her with a new vigor then before. His spirits high at her confession, his body tight with desire, with hope. She’s close and Sy can feel her tighten, if it was even possible for her to be any tighter

“Oh fuck, this tight little pussy gonna make me cum too quick” He groans. Sy had only been back from deployment about 2 weeks and YN had just flew in from Utah 3 days ago. Not leaving them much time to meet up with the demanding up coming wedding.

“Fuck fuck fuck” She chanted as Sy felt her body start dripping more slick, he tossed her the dildo, watching like a predator as she picked it up, licking up the wet length of it before slipping it into her mouth. Her eyes glued to his as she moaned at the taste of herself.

“You gonna take what daddy gives you?” Sy asked, this thrust speeding up and becoming slopping.

“Yes, please please” she said quickly as she popped the fake cock out her mouth before shoving it back in, she gaged as the toy all but disappeared.

The pleasure swirled in her stomach as she fell forward, the cord within her snapping as Sy’s heavy body followed. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as she drops the dildo.

Sy twists her face to pull her into a passionate kiss. He holds her body down as he fucks into her wet heat.

“ugh shit, that’s right, take it” He demands. He’s body goes tight with pleasure as he cums.

“So good taking all this cock, now take all this cum” He says in her ear, his hot breathe fanning her neck as his hot cum paints her walls. His body rutting into hers, ridding out his orgasm.

She moans as their bodies roll slowly together trying to prolong the bliss.

“Fuck baby, I can feel how full you are of me, full of my cock and cum”

She whimpers under as she feels the build up within her, it happens quickly as she cums again. Her face full of pleasure as she limply lays there under his weight as her orgasm rocks through her. Her body jerking.

“Shit baby” He moans as he sucks on her neck before pulling out and rolling off her. It takes them some time to catch their breathing. YN curls into Sy as she feels the heaviness of her eyelids slowly taking over. Here in the safety of a hotel room she’s allowed to enjoy him.

“Tell them about us” Sy says softly breaking the silence in the room. He feels YN body go still in his embrace. His heart drops just a little.

“Sy, I can’t-“

“What’s the problem? You said you loved me” He argued, his irritation quickly building.

“I…I do but-“ She sputtered.

“Then tell them or I’m done” He sitting up and moving off the bed. He knows he should clam down but he can’t at this point. “I really don’t understand, the fucking, the arguing and the chasing was cool for the past 2 years, I knew you liked that shit but you really just don’t want anything serious with me”

YN jerks up, holding the sheet to her chest.

“Sy! You can’t be serious! Why do we have to tell anyone!” She argues back. He ocean blue eyes blazing as he turns to her, his pants already pulled on.

“Fucking hell woman! I can’t fucking act like I hate you anymore!”

“Sy!-“

“Forget it. Should’ve known your upitty ass couldn’t be with someone like me” He said defeated as he continues to get dress in a hurry needing for the first time since they meet, to get away as far as possible from her.

“Damnit Sy! Just listen-“

She was cut off by the hotel room door slamming. It took her a moment to register what was happening. She quickly jumped up to look for some clothes to throw on.

“Fucking damnit Sy!” She yelled as she stumbled around the room trying to find anything. She snatched a forgotten shirt of his off the floor before throwing it on and rushing into the slightly cool Texas night. The hotel had a motel setting so the moment you walked out your hotel room you were greeted with paved walk way and gravel leading to a open area with fire pits and wooden lawn chairs. It was almost a camp setting and the vast open Texas landscape behind it. There were some groups of people around the fires, eyeing her.

She was sure they heard everything from their fucking to arguing. She couldn’t worry about that. She had to find Sy before he left. She ran down the walk way toward the parking lot. This wasn’t the smartest idea Sy would have told her, something could bite her bare feet.

SMACK!

Her body fell backwards as she ran into someone.

“There you are! Omg so it is true!” Ashley squealed, “I just seen Sy”.

Her face filled with concern once her hardly dressed friend looked up, her face pained and covered in tears.

“You seen Sy? Where is he? Did he leave? I…I need to talk to him” YN rambled on, looking around her friend trying to find any sight of the large bull.

“Woah woah slow down, he left! I seen him pulling off in his truck a few moments ago”

“Fuck!” YN yelled as she stomped her bare foot, cursing when she realized she stepped on something, “ouch!”.

“Ok what is going on?- nevermind, you have to calm down! Take me to your room” Ashley demanded while grabbing her friends arm and walking them towards the rooms.

Her body filled with dread with every limping step back to the room where things were so blissful only moments ago. She needed to get to Sy, she had to explain to him.

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