#he'd be 22 today :P

[rottenjestyr]

21.06.2024

[leonsrailway]

hello my love! been thinking about creepy stalker leon lately <3 maybe vendetta leon! he's damaged mentally and he can't stop himself from being fixated on you. like he corners you somewhere and dubious consent things proceed. IN PUBLIC WOULD BE HOT, but they don't get caught. for a fem! reader

ive been watching you.

AHHHHH first request ate tf up. something about vendetta leon makes me blush. i hope u like!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW UNDER THE CUT

CW: smut 18+, p in v, fingering, oral (f! receiving), dubcon, semi-public sex, stalking, obsession, masturbation, leon being a creepy perv, age gap (reader is like 22), noncon photography, choking, size kink if u squint and tilt ur head

fem! reader

divider: @leonsdolly

hes not a weirdo. really! he never meant for it to go this far.

it was a random day last august when he wandered into the restaurant you worked at. but as soon as you came to his table and introduced yourself with that pretty little smile and those big doe eyes, he knew he'd been in trouble. after a short pause, he turned his charm on and started a conversation with you.

then he found himself back the next day. and the next.

he swore the only reason he showed up was for the coffee, which was the laziest excuse he could muster considering the coffee was from K-Cups, but you didnt seem to mind. every time you worked, you found your eyes glancing to his booth hoping to see his dark hair poking over the top of the booth in front of him. he could see the way your eyes lit up when you saw him, he just hoped you didnt notice the way his cock twitched when his eyes locked with yours.

during your small talk at his table, even after he learned you were half his age, he could only ever think about the way his large, rough hands would feel running all along your body, from your pretty tits, to your waist, to your thighs, to your- oh shit, what were you saying?

"you with me, Mr. Kennedy?" fuck, he loved when he heard his name leave your lips. "uh, yeah, sorry. long night. what were you saying?"

"did you want your regular?" you were smirking, almost mocking how distracted he was.

"yea, add something for yourself pretty lady, come sit with me on your break?"

leon had been a regular of your months. he looked to be in his late 30s-early 40s, and you'd be lying if you said his little nickname didnt make your knees a little weak.

"as much as id love to, Mr. Kennedy, i cant today. but i can definitely get that order in for you" you reluctantly deny his request.

he didnt appreciate that.

-

after a week of discreetly following you home after your shifts, he'd learned your routines. what time you shower in the evening, what time you have dinner, what time you touch yourself when everyone else falls asleep...

leon invested in some binoculars from the local nerd store and even found a little bush he could hide in perfectly angled to show him your bedroom. he even bought himself a new camera so he could take pictures of you when you look your best, oblivious.

when you had gone off to work one day, he snuck in right as you left. he's not sure what possessed him to do this, he used to be such a good guy. he wanted to protect and serve and... now look at him, rummaging in some 20 somethings underwear drawer.

-

you slam the register shut after counting your money for that night, it had been a long one. full of old men, not leon, telling you to "smile for them" or snapping at you for a refill of their sweet teas. everyone else had gone home for the night, and you were just about to lock up. your body ached, you felt like falling on the nearest flat surface and knocking out for the week.

until you heard the bell ding.

"we're close-" you were cut off by yourself when you saw who walked in, "oh, hey Mr. Kennedy."

theres his girl. "hey honey, you alright? you look tired" he approached you from behind.

"its been a long day, but nothing i can't handle. i was actually just about to lock up the restaurant... so.." you trail off, hoping he may get the hint that you just want to go home.

"well good thing i came in, huh?" he laughs, and so do you, but you didnt find it too funny. he was starting to stand a little bit too close to you for your comfort, even though you trusted him.

"i guess" you say, blushing when he gives you a look that made you almost rip off his shirt right then and there. but you cant, thats wrong, what would your parents think?

"you look pretty, angel" leon says, tilting your head up to look up at him. god, he was tall, and his one hand could cover your whole face.

"t-thank you Mr. Ke-"

"Leon. call me Leon"

"thank you, leon" you reply, crossing your arms, tensing up. you knew you shouldn't be feeling this way, it isn't professional.

he couldnt hold himself back anymore. whether it was the way your big pretty eyes looked up at him like a trap, or the way his hand was finally grazing your soft skin, something made him bold enough to kiss you.

"Le- Leon... we can't" you made out between kisses, as much as you were denying him, you were still kissing him back, that kept him going.

"we can't? that's too bad..." he mutters in your ear, breath fanning against your neck as his fingers wandered below your waistband, "because im gonna do it anyway"

you squirmed against him but you couldn't deny the way you mewled in his ear when he grazed your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. he laughed meanly in your ear before putting his free hand around your throat and gently squeezing when he applies the slightest pressure to your clothes clit, making you moan, "i knew you'd like that". he lays you down in a booth in the empty restaurant.

"p-lease... fuck" you tugged at his shirt, shyly asking for more. he laughs at the change in your charcter from only a moment ago, before ultimately complying with your silent request. he rips your clothes off and leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from your neck, to your tits, to your stomach, and finally down to your pussy.

he gazes up at you with the hungriest eyes youve ever seen, glazed over and half lidded yet so focused on you. he makes out with your cunt, his nose bumping into your clit as he slips his tongue in and out of your hole, making lewd, borderline pornographic sounds. you were a wreck, writhing under him and grinding your hips into his face as he moaned incoherent praises into you, the vibrations making you soak his face more than you knew you could.

he eventually sticks two fingers into you as he sucks on your puffy, neglected clit, and once he curls his fingers to the spot that makes you jolt, he keeps on hitting that spot again and again and again until you cum in his mouth. he doesnt stop then, using his tongue to clean up your mess until you're pushing him away, a stupid cocky grin plastered on his wet lips.

you didn't realize you were taking his belt off until his cock was in front of you. he was big, leaking precum from his pretty pink tip and his eyes were piercing yours as he pumped himself a few times before lining himself with your entrance, the two of you gasping in tandem as he bottomed out inside of you.

tears pricked at your eyes as he began to move, the pain and pleasure and overstimulation from your last orgasm all combining and making a cocktail of sensations you've never experienced before. your head lolled to the side and you squeezed your eyes shut while leon rocked you into next year, until he just almost cuts off your airway and forces you to face him and look in his eyes as he drills into you like a jackhammer.

"ah-ah-ah-f-uuuck, Lee!" you moaned into his neck as you scratched pretty red lines down his back, making him grit his teeth to keep from letting out a whine he'd only heard when cumming in the panties he stole from your room

"i know pretty girl, feels good doesn't it?" he lets up on your throat, not that you could catch your breath at the rate he was plowing you. "y-yes- i'm cumming, oh my god im cumming" your eyes roll into the back of your head and you draw blood from biting your lip.

"go ahead princess, im right there with you" he grunts, slightly angling to hit you impossibly deeper, which was your final straw, you let out a string of curses and chants of his name as you cream his cock, he spills his load inside of you. not that you're that angry, his warm cum spilling out of you felt so nice you couldn't dare be angry.

the two of you catch your breath in silence until leon snaps a photo of your leaky cunt, both of your cum spilling onto your thighs.

[miniwheat77]

Give 'em hell. (Captain Price x Reader.)

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY AND I WANTED TO MAKE A STORY ABOUT MY ONE TRUE LOVE, CAPTAIN PRICE. 22 TODAY, PLEASE ENJOY THIS. ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1K FOLLOWERS.

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pollen sex, (my bad if I missed any.)

Summary: Reader and Captain Price get exposed to a weird chemical.

Part 2.

The mission was supposed to be simple. There was a terrorist who had killed a few soldiers, they needed to be taken care of. It wasn't a capture mission, he had no valuable information. Just a piece of shit wanting to kill people. He needed to be eliminated and that's how you and your Captain ended up on the mission. You were still somewhat new to the task force, so your Captain decided he'd take you along on this mission with him. Spend some time with you, get to know you and what skills you offer to the team. It was a good opportunity for experience.

So when he was giving you support from afar with a sniper rifle and you were sneaking in real close, despite his anxiety, the only words he said to you were "Give 'em hell." You showed him exactly what you were about. Skilled on takedowns, real quiet when you needed to be. He admired you. Sometimes he wonders what he did to form such a good team. Especially a team that seemed to get along and work together so well. When the compound he had watched you disappear into went silent, no sirens, no gunfire, nothing. He knew you had done the job. He slung his sniper around his shoulder and began the hike down the rocky hill to get to the building. Concerned by your silence. "Captain, you're going to want to see this." His heart started to beat a little harder in his chest after hearing his radio go off. He moves faster down the hill being careful not to fall, he didn't need any more old man jokes from Gaz.

He searches through the buildings and when he finds you, he finds you in a lab. "What's so important Y/N?" He asks. You pick up a paper, looking over it before nodding your head for him to follow you. Inside, there are massive vats of some kind of liquid. "What the hell is it?" He asks. "Some kind of.. weird sex drug." You laugh. "Some form of torture I guess." Captain Price looks at you concerned. "The bloody hell is wrong with these people?" He’s eyeing everything around him.

"You got me on that one." You laugh. "So.. How is it used as a form of torture?" He asks. "Well... The only way to cure it is to have unprotected sex, has something to do with the protein/peptide hormones in sperm that dilute it. The way it gets cured in women is if that sperm gets in contact with an egg. If you don't cure it, your blood pressure gets too high, heart starts pounding, and you eventually die of a heart attack." You spin the papers around, it's got a diagram on it. "Jesus Christ, that's evil. We've got to destroy this stuff." He says. “Definitely. Did you find the subject?” He asks. “Haven’t checked the bodies just yet, got a little distracted seeing all of this. I thought it might be drugs. Well.. a different kind.” You chuckle. He laughs. Looking down. “Well. Let’s go see if you got him.” He places down a piece of paper he had. You hear the sound of bounding footsteps coming toward the both of you, and before either of you have any time to react, there's syringes being stabbed into the both of you. Your Captain has drawn his gun and killed the assailant before you even have time to react. You grasp the syringe out of your neck with a hiss, your Captain pulling one from his shoulder. "Was that.." You trail off. "Yeah. Yeah it was." He throws the syringe down, a sigh leaving his lips. "Fucking bloody hell, how much time do we have?" He asks. You pick the paper up off of the ground where you had dropped it out of reaction. "Three hours." You sigh.

Captain Price sits down in one of the chairs in the lab. Taking out a cigar and his zippo. Lighting it. Your brain is foggy. What does this mean? Does this mean you both die? Neither of you can get to civilization soon enough for...

Does that mean you have sex with your captain?

"I'm gonna go get some fresh air." You take a deep breath walking out of the room and heading toward an exit. You shove the large metal door open and take a step into the cool night air. You breathe in the air, looking up at the sky.

Nighttime was the best time to attack.

You take in a deep breath, sitting down against the cool brick wall. This was fucking insane. Maybe he injected you with something else. Maybe it was some other kind of drug.

The swirling in your stomach told you otherwise, you were in denial. You were in quite the predicament. Have sex with your Captain or die. Literally fuck or die. Does he think he's going to die? Is that why he's just sitting there? Of course he wouldn't expect you to have sex with him, but he was your Captain, you couldn't let him die either. You had no other choice. You were already sweating profusely and you're sure your Captain felt the same as you. You start pep talking yourself as you walked back into the room he's sitting in. He's shed a few of his things. His vest is off and he's just got on an army green shirt. "I uh.. I really respect you, Sergeant. But.." He laughs. He looks down at the ground before looking back up at you. "I-I was just going to come back in here to say that I.." You laugh awkwardly. "I don't particularly want to die either." You breathe. He looks up at you.

"Alright. I guess since we're on the same page. Let's figure out what the fuck to do." He stands up, picking up his stuff and walking over to the table. Picking up any paperwork that might be useful, motioning for you to follow him. You follow him outside. "Might want to take off any clothing you don't want getting ruined. We’re going to destroy this shit.” He looks at you as he sheds some of his clothing. What’s important anyways. You follow his lead, doing the same. You follow behind him as he makes his way over to a shed. He shoves the door open and steps inside. It’s dark but he’s digging around inside. It's full of all kinds of tools and construction items, he ends up finding a couple sledge hammers. He passes you one and you give him a look of confusion. "You can swing a sledge hammer right?" He asks. The way he throws the other up onto his shoulder, muscles fitting out his shirt so well has you swallowing hard. In just a few short minutes, you were going to have sex with him.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

You nod your head, taking the other from him. You follow him back inside, going into the building with the massive vats of liquid. He takes the first swing, hammer knocking into the glass, shattering it and sending the water spilling out of the side, covering his clothes. It pools on the floor, covering your shoes. He laughs. “It’s kind’ve fun actually.” He smiles. When he swings the sledge hammer, his shirt stretches around his muscles and the grunts that leave him has the heat pooling between your legs. It’s getting worse by the minute. The longer this goes on, the more appealing your Captain seems to become. You laugh, taking the next swing, hammer knocking into it. The same thing happening. You smile.

A gasp leaves your lips, and your knees buckle underneath you. Your knees hit the ground, the liquid soaking your pants. “Oh fuck!” You cry out. “Hey, you okay?” He lowers himself down to you, resting a hand on your back. “Yeah, it’s just getting worse.” You pant out. “Just a couple more okay? We’ll fix it when we’re done.” He blushes. You nod your head. He helps you up and the heat filling your body feels like too much. You raise your hammer, knocking it into another vat, watching it explode.

You repeat this until there's nothing left. The both of you are panting, getting weaker by the minute. You follow him out the door and Captain Price lights the last of his cigar, taking a hit and offering it to you.

He flicks the last of it into the liquid and it lights on fire immediately. Filling the room and everything inside with flames. "Come on." He offers his hand to you. You take it, following him back outside as the building goes up in flames, admiring the work you both had done. "So.. You said that in order for the cure to work for women, the sperm has to come in contact with an egg. Unprotected sex. But.. doesn't that mean you end up.. Pregnant?" He asks. "I believe so, but I’m not entirely sure. Sex is the only cure because the hormones in the drug heighten all of your senses. Making the implantation of the sperm to be effective immediately.. so yeah. I guess so.” You shrug. He nods his head. After watching the building become a giant burning blaze, he breaks the silence, talking over the crackling and popping of the fire. "I'm going to go scope out that building right there.” He points to a big green building. “You want to check out the other? See what else is inside?" You nod your head. "Yeah sure."

You part ways and as John approaches, he stops when he sees a truck under a lean to. He has an idea. He opens the door and pulls the visor down, to his luck the keys come falling out. He turns the key, smiling when it roars to a start. He backs it up out of the lean to and pulls it closer to the burning building and adjusting it to where the bed of the truck faces the fire. He wanted to at least make the effort. Make this somewhat romantic for you. He goes inside the other building and looks for any kind of bedding inside, finding all kinds of blankets and pillows, bringing them down and laying them down in the bed of the truck. Once it's comfortable and everything is set up, Captain Price is struggling. His cock is rock hard in his jeans and he's sweating. Heart already beating hard in his chest. After a few more minutes, you emerge from the other building, smiling when you see what he's done. "What's this?" You ask. "Ah, just trying to make this more comfortable." The sky is full of stars, nobody is around. Burning building in the background. Perfect setting. He's sitting on the open tailgate of the truck, patting the spot next to him. "Your heart beating fast too?" He asks. You nod your head. He turns to look at you. Bringing his leg up onto the bed to turn more toward you. "You ready for this?" He asks. You nod your head. “Yeah.. you’re getting sexier by the minute as this stuff starts to set in.” You joke. “Oh, I’m already sexy. Always.” He winks. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.”

He swallows hard, leaning into you. The burning in your lower stomach feels a slight amount of relief. Must have something to do with serotonin being released from your brain. He pushes your hair behind your ear, cupping the side of your face with his hand and leaning into you. When his lips meet yours, you feel dizzy. He pulls away almost immediately, eyes closed. "Fucking hell." He laughs. Lowering his head. "Feels fucking good, almost too much." He laughs. "Yeah it does." You laugh. He leans back in, kissing you a little harder this time, deepening the kiss. You melt right into him, and even though neither of you have much of a choice, this somehow feels right. It feels good, how on earth a kiss could feel so good is beyond you. You move up into the bed of the truck, sinking into the blankets beneath you. He hovers over the top of you, kissing you again. He starts rolling his hips into yours and the moans slip from your lips unintentionally, he feels so good against you. He mumbles a few curses under his breath, he feels it too. He helps you remove most of your clothes, shedding his along the way too. Once you're fully naked and ready for each other, he lines himself up with your entrance. "Ah, Please." You pant. “No.. gonna take my time with you sweetheart.” He breathes. His lips trail down your body. Starting with the skin in your throat, he’s biting and sucking the skin. Hearing you moan out is something special. He didn’t know he needed it. He runs his tongue down your stomach, face between your thighs. “Oh fuck…” you whimper, looking down. You get a good look at him. He’s looking back up at you, sparkling eyes in the moonlight. He buries his face into your soaking cunt, lapping at your entrance and swirling his tongue over your clit. He sucks at the sensitive nerve until your legs are shaking and you’re squirming beneath him. “Oh my god!” You cry out. He smiles into you as he drags his tongue over your slit. “Mm.. taste so fucking good.” He breathes. He’s devouring you like you’re his last meal. He has a death grip on your thighs, keeping you still while he tastes you. Not wanting you to move away from him. A mewl leaves your lips and he knows you’re getting close. He pulls away, his face glistening in the moonlight. He kisses back up your stomach and chest, stopping to give your nipples some attention. He lines himself up with your entrance. Looking into your eyes. He sinks into you slowly, drawing a gasp from your lips. It's music to his ears.

Your eyes roll back when he starts thrusting into you at a quick pace. "I'm sorry if I'm rough- you just feel so good." He grits his teeth. "it's okay. I like it." You pant, looking down. You're watching him slide into the cavern between your legs, eyes rolling back at just how sexy it is. It's really starting to set in. You're having sex with your Captain. The Captain who you'd never had anything other than a professional relationship with. The Captain who up until just a couple hours ago you would've considered a friend. Now, dick buried up inside of you. Ready to fill you, potentially knock you up with his kid, and he's okay with it. You don't know that yet, but he's cool with it. He's always wanted to be a dad and you're a real pretty girl anyways. You'd look real cute round with his baby. He kisses you hard, hips plowing into yours as he fucks into you. "You're real beautiful you know?" He groans. Having trouble with an unsteady voice from trying to hold back the moans that desperately want to leave his lips. "I've thought you were real pretty for while, didn't think it'd turn into anything." He chuckles. "I couldn't have been more wrong huh." He smirks. "Guess so. I just.. you're my captain. It's just-ah!" A moan leaves your lips and he smiles. "You can call me John." He leans down, taking a harder thrust than the last. A moan leaving your lips. "Or moan it."

He speeds up his thrusts a little, feeling that familiar pit in his stomach. He's ready for it. Ready to claim you. Fill you up with his cum. You're clutching onto the blankets hard, legs resting up on his thighs. He's got the perfect angle, sliding right into the spongy spot inside of you, sending swarms of butterflies shooting through you. Something about the drug you're on. It's intensifying the pleasure. The dog tag he'd picked up and put on again at some point dangles in your face and the mental image you have of him is filthy, thrusting into you, the truck rocking with every hard thrust he takes. The deep rattle in his chest from his groans. It's too much and it overwhelms you immediately. Your high is creeping up on you quickly and so is his. You glance up at the sky, seeing all of the stars. Your eyes are getting increasingly blurry, your orgasm was right there. "John, I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. He lowers his hand, rubbing circles into your clit. Your mouth parts. Looking up into the sky. "Fuck, me too sweetheart." He groans. His thrusts start to get a little sloppy, he's chasing that high. He keeps rubbing at your clit, sending you into your orgasm. Tears fill your eyes. It's so much, the most pleasure you've ever experienced before. A gasp leaves his lips when he hits his own orgasm. Just then, the blazing building behind him collapses, sparks bellowing off of the rubble. His hips come to a sharp halt. He relaxes into you. Panting hard.

He slides out of you, moving to lay next to you, pulling one of the blankets over the both of you. You're watching the stars and seeing the building slowly burn out. Within the hour, both of you no longer feel the effects of the drugs that had been injected into you.

The next morning, it's cold when you stir awake because he is moving. He's sitting on the tailgate again and you pull the blanket up over you as you sit up. The building is nothing but ashes, still smoking. The wind is blowing just a little and it's still pretty dark. "Made it through the night." He smiles. "Yeah.. we did." You laugh. "Hell of a story." He smirks. "Yeah.. I'd say. Suppose we won't say that to our kid." You chuckle. "If there is one anyways." You lay back down. "I hope so." He mumbles under his breath, making your eyes widen. "What?"

"What?"

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 6

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Here we are on book 2!

I took a couple days off because my body was perishing (read: my uterus was being a little bitch) but I am back :D

Today's tea is an apple crumble with milk and sugar and my little reading buddy (Charlie) has returned for this chapter Extra Needy and sporting his new necktie.

Let's get into this long chapter:

And we start three years later! I was wondering if there was going to be a time jump and there is! :) p9

Why is everyone so thirsty in this world RE: Ning YingYing p10

Oh dang. I really want to know what's making people melt into skeletons p13

Shen Qingqiu is such a vibe" I know I am physically useless, but i'm also a walking encyclopedia so I bring that to the party" p14 honestly same

So many corpses in the water!! p18

Oh shit, what the heck Wu Chen's legs? p22

RE: Wu Chen I did lol at "Great Master, you call this a bit uncomfortable?!" p 22

this totally feels more like a curse than a standard plague p24

why am I laughing so hard at "fuck me, with this speed, they wouldn't lose to a runner doing the 100-metre hurdles! 'Old Lady'? Yeah right! I must be blind!"p26

oooo! Gongyi Xiao is back! p28

Baby is back too!! Luo Binghe! pp29-31

omg and now there is a height difference! Shen qinqgiu being the smol one p32

Re: on the subject of thinking it was a curse like 15 pages ago, it is not a curse. I don't know why I thought it would be literally anything other than demons LOL this is the plot of the entire fictional universe of this book p37

Luo Binghe still only has eyes for Shen Qingqiu- even after being tossed into hell p38

I truly love the inner monologue of Shen Qingqiu's thoughts vs what people just kind of assume he's feeling. SQQ: Luo Binghe has brainwashed these disciples, he is definitely coming for me, I am fucked. Everyone else: this poor man misses his student so much, he is so hurt that Luo Binghe didn't go back to him.

LOL at Luo Binghe's hatefire at seeing SQQ and Gongyi Xiao bonding together p42

I can't XD SQQ: I have a huge announcement guys, Luo Binghe is back!!!! Everyone else: who tf is that? RIP p44

no shit that demonic activity increasing in frequency is 100% indeed a bad omen. p47

I'm crying SQQ thinks Luo BInghe is about to kill him p48

not the magpie bridge reference p50

This man is just crushing his windpipe for funsies -> why do I feel like this is their dynamic? p50

SQQ is actually an idiot. This fool is continuously operating under the assumption that nothing in the story has changed and the original story is guaranteed. If he heard these words and responded appropriately he'd probably be fine RE: "Then why did you tell me not to put too much weight on race and that no one is intolerable to the heavens" p55

Goddamn is Luo Binghe just going to keep beating the shit out of SQQ?? pp57-59

He really made him drink his blood (side note: when this is all said and done, I need to read some vampire aus) What even is that blood going to do to him?? (do not actually tell me, I assume I will find out soonish) p59

I am once again here to talk about how utterly Fucked SQQ is. He still has 0 idea that Luo Binghe has absolutely claimed him p65

Oh dang. Still, even after all this, SQQ has not shaken his original fate of being hated p69

Bro should have let Qi Qingyi finish that sentence. Re: out of his mind with grief" also probably would have changed some things (even if he was embarrassed as hell) p71

omg so much happening in this scene rn AND then Shen Qingqiu's ex shows up out of no where?!?!?!?!??!!? p73

this man truly cannot catch a break p75

holy shit not even his ex- his wife??????? p75

oop, we have SQQ backstory reveal p77

But also with this reveal: it's a little weird for her though. Like her family takes in this kid from the street, makes him a servant. He continues to serve them, his "family" starts to view him a sibling, AND THEN they get betrothed (not married). Like what. This is wild poor guy- weird because sibling dynamics, also he was their servant. I think she is the weird one honestly. p77

okay, well, he did kill her brother LOL p78

the water prison does not sound good. p81

he really wants to try and last a month there??? best of luck buddy, he cant even handle riding in a carriage without a snack p85

Bonus picture with no notes!

I'm actually so excited for the water prison- it sounds vile, but I need to know how he get's out/how his relationship with Luo Binghe progresses.

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

I'm gonna watch this in full for the first time tomorrow. The announcement of a second concert coming soon reminded me i hadnt yet and I'm determined too.

I just. It sounds stupid but i as yet couldn't face it with out me dad? I tried today and nah. Even though I've really wanted to.

It sucks cos he was a bigger nerd for Anderson then me. I havnt been able to find the pictures but we had matching sets of several tshirts. and i did often a selfie on days we accidentally matched or coordinated. He'd have loved it. The guy even watched Torchy for goodness sake!

We were meant to see the concert in '22. But then he was having trouble with his knee and and back following an injury, and didn't feel up to the journey. So I sold the tickets on to friends.

I was meant to reorder a ticket and go on my own. But I'd left it too late and then some reason ( I think got covid that week anyway? I cant remember.) I wasn't been able to go and didn't. We never did seem to make to conventions together actually.

And then he got ill. very ill. The dvd came out.  He gave the boucure a read through but said leave the dad for now. I'd play him you tubeclips instead.

Then he didn't have the energy to watch even them in full. I tried playing them to listen to but he asked us not too, he kept loosing track and found the adverts between videos annoying (fair.)

We lost him in '23. It'll be coming up a year soon before I know it. It would have been his birthday a few days ago as well.

I know it sounds daft but even though I brought it soon as I could i didn't watch it straight away. But i wanted to watch it with him. And then never got the chance.

I didnt get to see his face light up like it would have if he'd gone for a drink afterwards with other fans and geek out if we had gone to see it live. Didnt get to singalong to the intros with him if I had put it on the telly if he'd been well enough to sing.

Hell what I won't give to hear him say that none pc rubbish joke impersonating lady P and Parker I was sick of hearing one more time.

So yeah. Gonna watch it tomorrow.  Be an emotional mess then but will have watched it and raise a toast to me dad. I can't keep saving it for 'when he gets better' anymore.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 22

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Time to introduce a new character xxx

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Maybe Van's 'lessons' were starting to pay off after all. You barely left your room after arriving back to your hall apart from toilet and coffee breaks, ignoring Benji and Lizzie's insistent calls and texts begging you to join them in town for lunch. You were too focussed, firstly proof-reading your essay and adding the finishing touches, then completing the exam paper that you'd started in Van's office just like he'd asked you to. You'd even tackled the unfamiliar topics, painstakingly researching your answers and poring back over the online lecture notes for the sessions that you'd missed.

Three hours later and you were the proud author of not one, but two finished pieces of work. A pleasant warm glow of satisfaction engulfs you as you type in Van's email address and attach the two documents, promptly sending them off. As you sit back in your chair you're smiling to yourself. You picture him reading your work through, filled with pride, his words from earlier ringing in your ears.

"I only want what's best for you..."

You ponder the meaning behind his words. When he says he has your best interests at heart you wonder whether he really means it. You keep telling yourself that this is just a physical thing for the both of you, an outlet for your lustful desires, but you can't help but dare to imagine what might happen if things were to develop between the two of you, especially as you're all set to spend more alone time together. Before you'd left his office that morning he'd asked for your personal mobile number and you'd given it to him without hesitation, the promise of private study sessions that might turn into more too hard to resist... and surprisingly for once you're not just thinking about the sex. You tell yourself over and over it's ridiculous to even entertain the idea, the man is engaged to be married for christ's sake, but even so the thoughts linger intrusively as you close down your laptop and rise up out of your seat.

With no more lectures and no particular plans, the remainder of the day stretches on ahead of you. Benji and Lizzie are still being persistent and although you'd not wanted to succumb to peer pressure, your determination is starting to crumble as you feel the warm spring sunshine blazing in through your window. It's perfect pub garden weather and you can just meet them for one drink, you don't need to stay. It's all so predictable usually. One drink turns into two and before you know it the afternoon's slipped into night and you're left staggering back from the Union bar in your usual inebriated and inelegant fashion, meaning the next day's inevitably a write-off. It's not going to happen today though. You feel determined for once.

You quickly change into a little figure-hugging bandeau dress, apply a slick of lipgloss, don your sunglasses and you're out the door. The university campus is located just outside of town and the walk is pleasant, taking you past the pubs and restaurants situated along the riverbank which are bustling with patrons enjoying the clement weather. You're not really paying much attention to your surroundings as you walk but the sight of a familiar figure sitting at the outdoor seating area of your favourite cafe catches your eye. You quickly come to a stop, aiming to backtrack a few steps so your presence won't be noticed but it's too late. You've been spotted.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Kathleen calls, loud and enthusiastic, a hand waving high above her head.

You freeze for a moment, lifting up a hand to wave a greeting. You fully intend to just keep on walking by but then she's calling out to you. "How are you? It's such a nice day isn't it? Do you... umm... have a minute?"

Fuck... your gut clenches tight with anxiety.

You quickly scan the area, expecting Van to emerge from the cafe at any moment, but he's nowhere to be seen. Kathleen has her laptop open and what looks like a pile of essays and a single cappuccino cup on the table next to her. It certainly doesn't look like she has company. You relax a little, stepping over.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm sure you're very busy," she starts, an apologetic look on her face. Then she gestures to the seat opposite her. "Why don't you sit down? I'll get you a drink."

"Oh no, I'm okay," you smile, pulling out the seat and perching on the edge. "And it's fine, I'm only heading into town to meet some friends, it's nothing important really."

"I won't keep you long then," she smiles back, but it doesn't reach her eyes which dart down to the coffee cup that she's clasping. It's then that you notice the dark circles under them, the puffy skin there. Guilt sinks heavily in your gut as you remember Van telling you he'd not been home the previous night. Your unease increases and you shift where you sit.

"Are you... okay?"

"Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine," she says in a flippant tone, her smile more genuine this time. She raises the cup to her lips, taking a large sip, leaving a wisp of foam behind on her top lip which she brushes away delicately with a giggle. "I guess you could say I'm just having one of those days."

"We all have them," you reply, the rollercoaster of emotions you've just experienced yourself in the past 24 hours at the forefront of your mind.

"Look Y/N, I know it's really not right to involve you in my..." she pauses, looking uncomfortable. "My... uhhh... personal life... but it's just, it's... uhhh Van..."

Your heart lurches, sticky heat washing over you. Your shaky hands are clasped tightly under the table to hide your obvious nerves and you try with all your might to keep a neutral expression.

"Hmm?" Is all you can manage.

"You had a class with him this morning, right?"

You nod, concentrating on keeping the blush at bay as you recall what happened on his desk right after. She continues, her voice dropping so low you have to lean across the table to hear. "I just wondered how he was... I mean, did he seem okay? Like was he acting normally? Did he seem pissed off?"

God, this is excruciating.

"No, no, not at all, he was fine." You crack a small grin for show to divert from your lie. "Well, he was a little pissed off I guess... but only with me. Gave me a lecture about not revising, told me I'd fail my exams if I didn't buck my ideas up, you know... the usual."

She smiles back, warm and light. For not the first time you think how sweet and unassuming she seems, such a contrast to how Van is when you're alone together. You really can't imagine how they'd be a good fit. But who are you to judge?

"He thinks a lot of you, you know," she says, and this time you can't hold back the flush that creeps on to your cheeks.

"Sure doesn't seem that way," you mumble, and Kathleen looks like she's just about to reply when her attention's diverted quite dramatically by something or someone behind you. You watch as her own cheeks colour, her lips falling open as she self-consciously adjusts her blouse and pushes a hand through her long blonde hair.

You glance around quickly, your heart in your mouth until you see a vaguely familiar figure behind you, heading over to your table. It's only Professor Turner, a colleague of Kathleen's and the Head of the English department. You've heard plenty about him from Bob who seems genuinely terrified of his strict teaching methods and his no-tolerance attitude to any kind of slacking from his students. He makes Van sound like a pussy-cat in comparison.

You've never met him face to face before and you hadn't really been paying attention at the time when Bob was on his rant, but your interest is piqued now as he comes to a stop next to your table. Up close his features are striking, his longish dark hair combed back into a perfectly styled quiff which wouldn't look out of place on a rockstar. He's wearing a leather jacket despite the heat and bootcut jeans that cling tight around his perfectly sculpted ass. You exhale, deeply, unconsciously licking your lips as you let your gaze rake over him.

Damn... what kind of recruitment pool does your university pick its academics from?

"Kath, how are ya my love? Thought I might find you 'ere," he drawls, thick Northern accent perfectly complimented by the cocky looking smirk on his lips.

"Alex... hi," Kathleen greets him, voice taking on a breathy tone that you've not heard from her before. "This is a surprise!"

You turn your head around to watch her, stunned by her sudden change in demeanour. Her smile is wide enough to show her pearly teeth, her eyes sparkling bright as she leans forward in her seat eagerly. Hold on... has she unfastened the top button of her blouse?

"Been looking all over for ya," Alex grins easily, pulling his sunglasses down his nose to peer at her from over the top. "Wondered whether you'd be taking a break but here ya are at our cafe, not relaxing but hard at work as usual. Dontcha ever stop?"

Our cafe...?

Kathleen giggles girlishly. "You know me!"

"I certainly do!" He replies, pulling out the seat next to Kathleen and sliding into it, draping an arm casually over the back of her chair. "Need to speak to ya about what we're gonna do for our end of semester trip, we need to come to a decision soon. I've been thinking Italy..."

"That's where the History department are going... to Rome." You speak up at last, eager to break the strangely flirtatious kind of atmosphere that's descended with the arrival of Professor Turner. Absurdly, you feel curiously protective of Van's relationship which is downright unbelievable and completely misplaced considering he'd finger-fucked you over his desk to a knee-trembling orgasm just this very morning. You can't help it though. Morals are funny things.

Alex turns to you, raising an eyebrow, and even with his sunglasses on you swear you can feel his eyes exploring you through the dark lenses. You're torn between folding your arms across your chest or pushing your shoulders back to enhance his view. You do neither, looking boldly back at him as he addresses Kathleen. "Who's this then Kath, yer gonna introduce us, eh?"

"This is Y/N," she says brightly. "She's studying History. She's actually one of Van's students... but she's just joined my creative writing society too."

"Pleased to meet ya, I'm Alex." He extends a hand over the table and when you offer yours with a shy 'hello' he grasps it firmly, sending a little thrill through you.

How would that strong grip feel wrapped around your throat?

"One of Van's eh?" He grins, his hand lingering just that fraction too long on yours like maybe he can sense your filthy thoughts and he's soaking them up. The thought makes you shiver. "We went to the same university together back in the day..."

This shocks you, there's clearly a good few years between Van and Alex. "You really went to uni at the same time as Van and Johnny?"

"Ahh yeah, Bondy too," he nods. "I was just starting my PhD and Van was a fresher when I first met 'im. Bondy was just coming back from a gap year abroad. Even though we weren't in the same classes we moved in the same circles, attended the same parties. We were pretty tight back then in fact..."

He trails off like he's focussing on a memory. A good one judging by the wide, almost wicked looking grin on his lips. "It's a small world, eh? Some might even say incestuous." He chuckles at that, finally removing his sunglasses which he sets down on the table between you, his dark-eyed gaze making you feel hot all over.

"I've heard some wild stories but I'm pretty sure most of it's made up!" Kathleen giggles and you almost jolt. You'd practically forgotten she was there for a moment.

Alex says nothing, just gives her that same slow, teasing smile that he'd graced you with. Oh... this man is trouble. He knows exactly what he's doing.

You quickly rise up on to your feet, pushing the chair back which scrapes noisily on the slabbing, causing Kathleen and Alex to turn their attention quickly back to you.

"Are you off then?" Kathleen asks. "I'm sorry for keeping you from your friends."

"It's no problem... really," you murmur, eyes flicking to Alex. "And it was... errr... nice to meet you, but I'd better get going now."

"Pleasure's all mine," he smiles. You turn and walk away.

As if you didn't already have enough confusing thoughts and feelings about Van whirling around inside your head, your chance encounter has just thrown up a million more questions.

Does Kathleen know what Van’s up to? Is he a serial cheater? Is she as sweet and innocent as she looks or does she have hidden depths? What's their relationship like and where do you fit into it all... if you even fit in at all...

And as for Professor Turner... he's just another distraction that you don't need but you can't possibly ignore as you try to navigate the complicated and turbulent waters of your exhilarating and risky sex-life.

No Y/N... DEFINITELY not... don't even think about going there...

But he's so fucking hot. Those dark, brooding eyes and that laidback cocky confidence he practically oozes... and you’ve always had a thing for older men.

You're so caught up in your little daydream world that you don't even look properly before you start across the road which leads to the town centre. Thankfully the ear-splitting sound of a car horn brings you swiftly around, and you let out a yell as you jump practically a foot into the air, stumbling back on to the pavement.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" You call quickly in the direction of the car window as it passes, groaning inside as it pulls up abruptly just ahead. Great... all you need is some disgruntled driver bristling with road rage giving you a kerbside lecture about the Green Cross Code.

You drop your head down, intending to carry on walking, but the harsh sound of a car door slamming is immediately followed by a familiar voice which stops you dead in your tracks.

"Jesus Y/N? What ya doing? Ya trying to get yourself killed or summat?"

[mixelation]

hfjkdslf i do have some off-the-top-of-my-head ideas for Homemade Dynamite's Evil Twin (orochimaru drags sasori back in time for his personal fix-it fic):

bc orochimaru has shit like edo tensei and a large number of nonsensical fantasy mad scientist accomplishments under his belt, we'll say that regardless of when orochimaru time travels from, he can just take some Sasori cells with him and revive him

SO i think time travel!orochimaru is from post-sasori's death, but i can't decide? when?? i'm KIND OF leaning towards the chunk of orochimaru's soul embedded in sasuke about two seconds before itachi seals him away where he's like. W E L P i fucked up. time to activate one of my plan b fail safes (which includes sasori because it was made during a different era when orochimaru thought having sasori around would be useful/necessary since they were partners when orochimaru set the failsafe up)

now sasori is? suddenly back from the dead?? in the past??? and He's Going to Kill You

narratively i'm leaning towards the best time period for this fic being Orochimaru choosing to go back in time to riiiight before he went missing nin. so his relationship with jiraiya, tsunade and hiruzen is tenuous but not unsalvageable. he has his secret labs. he has some stupid alliance with danzo he's going to burn ASAP bc i hate writing about danzo. and minato is the brand new hokage and he's like 22

i think time travel!orochimaru who's gotten over not becoming hokage would actually find positioning himself as minato's trusted mentor really fun. like they're both different types of genius but anyway you cut it, orochimaru is both MUCH more experienced in a lot of areas that minato would value, and also he's put in more hours at.... general manipulation.... so i think it would be a lot of minato smiling cheerfully and it being unclear if he trusts orochimaru or is just playing dumb to gain an advantage or not, and orochimaru would think this is adorable

anyway orochimaru is much more adept at wide scale manipulation even without genjutsu abuse than itachi is, so i think. i think orochimaru could just have sasori-the-famous-missing-nin* in konoha and like. get people to agree to it? including sasori??

Sasori is very annoyed he's been tricked into setting up base in Konoha and keeps running into Anko and being like: WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?????

sasori is going to kill kabuto. no. shut up. he doesn't care how useful a medic he is. just fix your issues with tsunade or get that sakura girl

i'm actually NOT sure what sasori's overall goal is here besides improve his own mortality so he doesn't die again, but i think he should be allowed to poison a lot of konoha denizens. as a treat

orochimaru low-key only brought him back as a byproduct for an outdated fail safe but like. listen. sasori has one of the most insane biologies of anyone in the series and he designed it himself. orochimaru is absolutely making him stick around and engage in philosophical debates with him and tricking him into helping with autopsies and rearranging his revenge plans to take a field trip to do something to see if he can get a rise out of sasori. he forgot how much he liked him, oh no

orochimaru is invested in konoha's safety but only in s much as he wants konoha in general to ~pay attention to him~, so getting fed up and going missing-nin just to prove a point isn't off the table

Orochimaru: .....did you bring a child with you? Sasori, clutching the genin of your choice**: well no one told me puppetry classes were going to turn into fleeing for our lives today

EDIT: honestly if he and sasori are getting a long at this point. a coup is also not off the table LMAO

*i've seen conflicting ages for the exact number, but sasori is mid-30s in shippuuden. so he'd be time traveling back to when he's around 20 and would have only been a missing-nin 4-5 years. he did also murder the kazekage so i think he'd be pretty infamous, but i've always headcanoned 35 year old sasori as VERY well-known and i can't decide if it'd be funny if he were less famous or not. yes i said FUNNY not plot convenient :P

**also up to you if this genin is a student or about to become a puppet themselves ;)

[sirendeepity]

*take the book from the shelf, sip some tea, adjust the glasses* I mean it when I say it will be long; proceed at your own peril.

So, apart from the big moments (I'm looking at you, chapter 50 and chapter 58) we have:

Until she'd been hunted by the King of Hybern and the Cauldron. Until she'd realized that everyone she cared for would be used to hurt her, break her, trap her. Until that last battle when she couldn't stop one thousand Illyrians from dying, and had instead been able to save only one.

Him. She would do it again, if forced to. And knowing that... She couldn't bear that truth, either.

— chapter 3, p. 47

"I don't need your pity."

"It wasn't pity."

"I've been here for nearly two years, but I haven't become so disconnected from others that I can't tell when someone remembers why I'm here and alters their behavior. [...] I don't need to be coddled. Only spoken to like a person."

"I doubt you'll enjoy the way I speak to most people."

"Try me."

"Get out of my sight."

"Oh, you're good. Really good."

— chapter 9, p. 114

— the entire first part of chapter 10

She studied him with unflinching focus. "Anything I want?"

"Anything." He added wryly, "Anything short of you ordering me to fall out of the sky and smash my head on the earth."

She didn't smile the way he'd hoped. Her eyes turned to chips of ice. "You believe me capable of such a thing?"

"No," he said without hesitation.

— chapter 12, p. 135

But would it do anything–the training, the work, the stairs–beyond keeping her busy? The thoughts still waited like wolves to swarm her. To rip her apart.

I loved you from the first moment I held you in my arms.

The wolves prowled closer, claws clicking.

"Where'd you go?" Cassian asked, hazel eyes dim with worry.

Nesta took up her stance again. It sent the wolves retreating a step. "Nowhere."

— chapter 17, p. 201 (my absolute favorite underrated Nessian moment)

"Why are you even here? You made it clear enough that last night was a mistake."

"I never said that"

"You didn't need to. I saw it in your eyes."

"The only mistake was that I came before I could taste you." [...] "The only mistake was that you ran off before I could get on my knees."

— chapter 22, p. 244 (because are we even talking about ACOSF without adding some spice?)

He'd reached the landing of Nesta's level when she screamed.

Not a scream of rage, but of pure terror.

His body distilled at that scream, as if it were no more than the knife in his hand, a weapon to be used to eliminate and destroy any threats to her, to kill and kill and not stop until every last enemy was dead or bleeding.

— chapter 29, p. 323

Death watched him.

But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So, Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, "Hello, Nes"

— chapter 31, p. 343 (I know I said "apart the big moments" but COME FUCKING ON THAT'S LEGENDARY)

Though she had fought back against Tomas, against the Cauldron, against the King of Hybern, they had all happened to her. She had survived, but she had been helpless and afraid.

Not today.

Today, she would happen to him.

— chapter 36, p. 369

He didn't know where to start in this blackness. If he continued to make much more noise, other things would come looking, but he had to find her, or else he'd crumple up and die, he'd–

— chapter 36, p. 370 (🙃)

Nesta's scratched-up throat bobbed. "I grew... nervous when you–both of you–didn't come back." The silence in the room was palpable. "I went to find you."

Cassian didn't dare say that he'd only been gone for thirty minutes. Thirty minutes, and she'd been in a panic like that? "We wouldn't have left you," he said carefully.

"I wasn't afraid of being left. I was afraid both of you were dead."

— chapter 37, p. 379

"You took him to your bed, didn't you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you and Cassian had been exchanging sultry looks all morning."

"We have not."

[...]

"Wo you didn't really sleep with him?"

"I didn't say that."

— chapter 38, p. 395-396

"I went into the Cauldron because of you", she said softly, and could have sworn thunder grumbled in the distance. Cassian and Eris faded away into nothing. There was only Tamlin, only this beast, and what he had done to her and her family.

"Elain went into the Cauldron because of you," Nesta went on. Her fingertips heated, and she knew if she looked dow, she'd find silver embers flaring there. "I don't care how much you apologize or try to atone for it or claim you didn't know the King of Hybern would do such a thing or that you begged him not to do it. You colluded with him. Because you thought Feyre was your property."

Nesta pointed at Tamil. The group shook.

Cassian swore behind her.

Tamil shrank from her outstretched finger, claws digging into the earth. "Put that finger down, you witch."

Nesta smiled. "I'm glad you remember what happened to te last person I pointed at."

— chapter 43, p. 460

Nesta hid her smile. She loved this–when the three of them ganged up on him, like lionesses around a very muscled, very attractive carcass.

— chapter 45, p. 474

"Who's first?"

Again, the three of them swapped glances. Nesta frowned. Whoever went first get the burnt of the humiliation. Gwyn shook her head. No way in hell.

Emerie's mouth popped open. "Why me?" she demanded.

"What?" Cassian asked, and Nesta realized they hadn't been speaking.

— chapter 51, p. 515

She'd been shaken–had needed time to pull herself back together. He'd check in on her later. Make shure she hadn't withdrawn too far into her head.

— chapter 52, p. 527 (🥺)

Lanthys whispered from too close–far too close. Nesta cringed away. Lanthys inhaled. "What are you?"

"A witch," she breathed. "From Oorid's dark heart."

— chapter 54, p. 541

Cassian's chest rose and fell, and the mighty, primal thing inside her body breathed a sigh of relief. Short lived, as Lanthys laughed again.

"You shall wish the blow killed him before I'm through with you both," the creature said. "You shall wish you kept running." But Nesta refused to hear another word, not as she knelt over Cassian, the only thing between him and Lanthys.

She had been here before.

Had been in this exact position, his head on her lap, Death laughing at them.

Then, she had curled over him and waited to die. Then, she had stopped fighting.

She would not fail this time.

— chapter 54, p. 545

"This..." Her fingers tightened on the lantern. "This darkness is your heart."

As if in answer, the House laid a little evergreen spring at her feet.

"A Winter Solstice present. For me."

She could have sworn a warm hand brushed her neck in answer. "But your darkness..." Wonder softened her voice. "You were trying to show me. Show others. Who are you, down deep. What haunts you. You were trying to show them all those dark, broken pieces because the priestesses, and Emerie, and I... We're the same as you."

Her throat constricted at what the House had gifted her. This knowledge.

She lifted the lantern higher and blew out its flame.

Let the darkness sweep in. Embrace it.

"I'm not afraid," she whispered into it. "You are my friend, and my home. Thank you for sharing this with me."

Again, Nesta could have sworn that phantom touch caressed her neck, her cheek, her brow.

"Happy Solstice," she said into the beautiful, fractured darkness.

— chapter 56, p. 576-577 (I can't–)

She's seen a Queen of the Night. As merciless and cold and beautiful as the god Lanthys had wanted to make her. Death's Consort.

Death herself.

[...]

Upon Nesta, this once-human female who had conquered death, who now glowed as if she'd devoured the moon, too.

— chapter 57, p. 586

Cassian smiled at her, and the world faded away.

The music was no longer the most beautiful thing in existence.

He was.

Nesta couldn't stop it then.

The answering smile that bloomed through her at last, stealing across her face, bright as the dawn.

— chapter 57, p. 592 (🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

She didn't balk from it, letting him see her like this: her most raw, most base self. He'd always seen all of her, anyway.

— chapter 58, p. 607 (here, 🤲🏻❤ I don't need it anymore)

Emerie said, "Nothing can break us."

The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed.

Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, was aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved.

[...]

Nesta's voice was thick as she declared, "Valkyrie."

— chapter 60, p. 621

And she had music in her heart. A song made up of Cassian's voice, of Gwyn's and Emerie's laughter, of her own breathing as she went down and down and down the stairs.

[...]

The climb would be brutal, and almost without end, but at the top... Cassian would be waiting. As he had waited for her for years now.

Nesta smiled. And began the climb.

— chapter 61, p. 629-630

— the whole convo she has with Amren (kneeling aside), p. 632-633

"It's different for them"

"Why?"

"Because they're mates."

"And we're not?"

[...]

"Say what I've guessed from the moment we met," he breathed. "What I knew the first time I kissed you. What became unbreakable between us on Solstice night."

She wouldn't.

"I am your mate, for fuck's sake!" Cassian shouted, loud enough for people across the river to hear. "You are my mate! Why are you still fighting it?"

She let the truth, voiced at last, wash over her.

"You promised me forever on Solstice," he said, voice breaking. "Why is one word throwing you off that?"

— chapter 62, p. 642

Perhaps the future did not need to be so planned–she could just take it one day at a time. As long as she had Cassian at her side, her friends with her, she could do it. Face it. They wouldn't let her fall back into that pit. Cassian would never let her fall again.

But if she did fall... he'd be waiting for her at the top again. Hand outstretched.

[...]

Tomorrow, she'd tell Cassian everything. Tomorrow, her life would begin.

— chapter 62, p. 645

It had never frightened him. The mating bond, or that Nesta was his. He'd guess it well before the Cauldron had turned her.

— chapter 63, p. 646

Nesta stood under the Pass of Enalius for a long minute.

She took out her canteen. Drank the last of the water. Chucked it to the side.

She tucked the dagger into her belt. Picked up the sword. And drew a line in the dirt in front of the archway.

Her final stand. Her last line of defense.

Nesta gathered the shield. Peered over her shoulder to where Emerie had cleared the last cluster of boulders and now struggled up the long, straight path to the peak.

A small, quiet smile passes over Nesta's face.

Then she hefted her shield. Angled her sword.

And stepped beyond the line she'd drawn to meet her enemy.

— chapter 69, p. 707

Ataraxia, she'd named that magic sword.

Inner Peace.

— chapter 70, p. 709

Her friends had made it... but she did not want to die.

She wanted to live, and live well, and live happily.

Wanted to do it with–

[...]

Bellius snorted. "You really think you can beat me in hand-to-hand combat?"

"I do. Because my mate taught me well."

— chapter 72, p. 715-716

And as the sun broke over the horizon, as Cassian's knife plunged for his chest, Nesta erupted with the force of the Cauldron.

— chapter 74, p. 724

He chuckled, leaning his brow against hers. Nesta closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "You are my mate, Cassian," she said against his lips, and kissed him softly.

"And you are mine," he said, kissing her in turn.

And then his hand slid into her hair. And the kiss...

It did not matter, the world around them, or the Crown at her feet, as he kissed her. A mate's kiss. One that set their soul twining, glowing.

— chapter 75, p. 726-727

In the beginning

And in the end

There was Darkness

And nothing more

[...]

Do you see how it might be? What you might do?

I feel nothing.

Is that not what you wanted? To feel nothing?

I thought that was what I wanted. But no longer. I want to feel everything. I want to embrace it with my whole heart.

Even the things that hurt and hunt you?

We need those things in order to appreciate the good. Some days might be more difficult than others, but... I want to experience all of it, live through all of it. With them.

So live, Nesta Archeron.

— chapter 77, p. 734

*slowly close the book* what a wild journey, my friend. Now excuse me while I lay on the bathroom floor and cry my eyes out.

Reblog/Reply and tell me about your favorite Nesta and/or Nessian moment in ACOSF. I want to drown in my feels until I can reread. Give me any and all moments, big — small — underrated! Let’s talk about all the positive ACOSF moments!!

[flatbushfag]

foolishness and fuckery

got my food handlers license in the mail today. not v exciting but it's p satisfying to see something to completion. my life is pretty pathetic rn and I'm struggling with

I lost my train of thought but I'm struggling w/ a lot of shit rn but at the same time I'm doing better than I was a year ago or even 5 years ago.

I wish I had just leaned into shit when I was younger but I was so afraid of embarrassing myself or just embarrassed of myself. when I turned 18 and lost my virginity I could have been a big slut and gotten some depravity out of my system. I could have milked my looks or my age.

(I hear this being unproductive and backwards thinking but i don't wanna stop lol)

when I was ~22 and I tried meth again when tom was a mess I could have leaned into it and fucked my life up then. I started thinking about this bc I saw Alisons episode of intervention on the just now. she's the chick who does air duster and maybe 20. just as hard as u see her huffing and puffing at the beginning, pouring herself completely into self-annhiliation, once they send her to treatment u can tell she was young enough to actually parse thru her problems. my brain isnt working great rn and this is incoherent and not my finest hour

maybe I should start drafting my posts until I can write something discernible. I had a point but w/e

aby choked me tonight (at my request) and the way I was positioned I was crouched on the floor with my back to him and he was laying on the couch so it was kind of a choke hold with his arm which tbh is the best kind. the angle I was at I could turn my head away from him so he couldn't see my face and I knew he'd stop the second he saw me struggling so I pushed his arm tighter around my neck and apparently that's when I made choking noises and he stopped. so then im still crouched but I had blacked out for a split sec and he had lifted me up a little to do the act so he let me down and I was immediately super confused and felt my legs twitching and maybe my body too but I also felt foggy af and confused and looked at the table and remembered I had been crouched down to grind weed in the first place. And aby looks very concerned and is asking me if I'm ok but I can't remember what just happened or why I feel like I'm convulsing like Allison but I'm not sure because I'm still kind of coming to and I try to convince him I'm ok but then my legs slide down and I think I said some nonsense shit and eventually was like I'm ok I'm good now but what just happened? and he didn't understand what I meant cus I was there but I either remembered or he told me and then I remembered and he was upset and told me he doesn't want to hurt me but it was so fucking hot to me. in the moment I knew what I was doing and it was like the more genuinely close to killing me I could get him was what I wanted.

anyway I look like a murderer in my food handlers pic. goodnight

[morbid-n-macabre]

Damon Thibodeaux

Jefferson Parish, Louisiana

July 19th, 1997-

Damon A. Thibodeaux was just 22 when his 14 yr old cousin, Crystal Champagne, was murdered. Just a month prior to the murder, Damon had come to town for a wedding. He had decided to stay there with the Champagne family when he got a job as a deck hand working on the Mississippi. On That day, Crystal asked him for a ride to the Winn Dixie, a grocery store very close to her home. Damon told her No. That was the last her family ever saw of her alive.

Crystal was counted as missing just 2 hours later, and a major search ensued. The next night, a friend of the family named John Tomlinson, a 30 yr old tugboat hand, claimed he had a dream about Crystal. John drove straight to the Huey P. Long Bridge, walked a trail underneath it and without even searching he found what he was looking for. Well hidden there in the brush, In Pitch Blackness, he found Crystal's young body. She had been beaten with an object, strangled to death with red wire, and it did look like she'd been sexually assaulted at first.

Damon, who was young and new in town, had already been questioned for hours at the station when Crystal's body was found. Damon says he was beyond exhausted- he'd been searching for his missing cousin when he was picked up by the police, he'd had no sleep and no food in more than 24 hours. Detectives were asking the same question over and over again, he said later that he didn't think they would ever stop grilling him until he said what they wanted to hear. Those who know Damon say that he had a very tough childhood, he was terribly abused. He was not a fighter. Instead Damon would walk away, cower instead of fighting for himself. Which is exactly what he was doing when he confessed.

Out of the almost 10 hour interrogation, less than an hour of the coerced confession was recorded. On that tape you can hear Damon, talking in a barely audible whisper, tell detectives he had raped his little cousin, then beat and strangled her to death with nothing but his hands. This was all wrong. Detectives asked him where he got the wire, Damon told them He had some black speaker wire with him in his car. You can hear a detective ask him, "did ya have any red wire?". When asked why none of his seminal fluids were found at the scene, Damon said that insects must've consumed it all.

As soon as Damon confessed, John, the guy who's "Intuition" lead him straight to the body, was released. Oh, did i mention that John, who had been at Crystal's house the very day she went missing, had raped a girl Crystal's age just a few years prior to the murder? Or that his alibi was not air tight? None of that mattered- police had a confession so case closed. No one else was ever questioned. A person who said he saw a man fitting Damon's description was seen at the bridge, and that's all it took. Didn't matter that Damon got all the murder details wrong- investigation proved Crystal had Not been sexually assaulted, or that none of Damon's DNA was found was ever found at the scene. That she had been beaten with an object, not hands. That more of the same red speaker wire was found in a tree at the scene, meaning it did not come from Damon's car- and that it was not his blood found on the red wire wrapped around Crystal's neck. It did not make a bit of difference that Damon was only away from Crystal's family for about 20 minutes that day- he only left long enough to smoke a bone and came straight Back home. He was not bloody, bruised, nor dirty from fighting Crystal during the murder, as the killer must have been. Damon believed this would all come out at trial, he believed in the justice system. Sadly a jury found him guilty of the rape and murder of his little cousin, and an innocent man was sentenced to death.

Angola is where Damon called home for the next 16 years, until the Innocence Project found him. With the technology we have today, they tested all of the evidence found at the scene and determined that Damon had been telling the truth later when he said he did not do it- it was a false confession. There is no possible way Damon did it, and experts came forward to say that it is absolutely ludicrous to say that insects consumed any of the fluid! Even the prosecutor agreed that they were wrong- Damon was released.

I wish i could tell you that the case was solved- I can not. The killer has, so far, gotten away with the murder of this sweet little girl. The only thing that is for certain is that Damon did not do it. Matter of fact, The only person who still believes that Damon is guilty is the child rapist who found Crystal's body.

The case remains open and is being investigated.

*If you are interested in thus case, check out the 48 hours episode on YouTube, "Last Chance (The Damon Thibodeaux case)"

[cinnamonlittleroll]

beatles asks!

1: john or paul?

2: george or ringo?

3: ringo's eyes or john's smile?

4: paul's lashes or george's accent?

5: opinion on george's eyebrows

6: is paul dead?

7: if john took you on a date, where would you go?

8: sgt pepper or teddy boy?

9: yoko or cyn?

10: if you could meet one of the fabs, who would it be and why?

11: do you ship mclennon or harristar?

12: if you could spend one week with the beatles, what would you do?

13: would you rather spend a month with paul and do nothing but talk, or have one night of pleasure?

14: if you could be any of the beatle girls, who would it be?

15: if you could have a threesome with two of the boys, who would they be?

16: if you could take the place of the beatle girls, would you?

17: pre or post-lsd george?

18: opinion on yoko?

19: would you rather talk to george about religion or john about politics?

20: would you rather pet-sit martha or all of john's cats?

21: spend an afternoon shopping with jane or having coffee with cyn?

22: who looked the best in a mop top?

23: opinion on ringo's beard?

24: beatle you'd marry?

25: beatle you'd have a one night stand with?

26: beatle you'd tell all your troubles to?

27: discuss music with brian epstien or george martin?

28: go skiing with george or parading with ringo?

29: have mo's hair or pattie's eyes?

30: which beatle girl do you most admire?

31: if john was alive today, what do you think he'd be like?

32: sgt pepper outfits or collarless suits?

33: what would you do to see the boys in concert?

34: opinion on revolution 9?

35: which beatle would you want to see in lingerie?

36: which beatle or beatle girl would you be best friends with?

37: a beatles song you secretly dislike?

38: favorite single?

39: a beatle girl you don't particularly like?

40: paul's 'let it be' beard or his abbey road sandals?

I'm waiting omg pleeaaaaase