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At Her Beck And Call
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and Assault
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.8K
Summary: Rafe may be out doing business, but he is never too busy for Y/N.
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Everyone in the Outer Banks knows about Rafe’s explosive personality, especially towards the Pogues. The only person who is never at the wrong end of his anger is Y/N. He would never dare risk losing her by unleashing his anger on her. At the moment, she is safely at home, resting with their darling baby girl growing inside of her stomach. He is finishing up collecting the money from people who owe him from his drug dealer days. When he started dating Y/N, he stopped dealing less often; however, with a baby on the way, Rafe is ready to hang up the towel completely. Therefore, it is time for him to gather all the debts obligated to him. He finally tracks down the last person, Tanner Barrois. The Pogue is hiding out at a friend’s house but for enough money, anyone can betray their friend. Rafe bangs on the door as loud as he can and steps away from it. “What the fuck do you wan-” Tanner complains as he opens the door. Rafe gives him a wicked grin, “I want my fucking money, Asshole.” Tanner backs up into the house with his hands in the air. “I don’t have your money, but I can get it to you. I-I just need a few weeks,” he offers. Rafe shakes his head, “No, I already gave you three months. So where is my money?”
“I don’t have it!”
Rafe grips the front of Tanner’s shirt and slams him against the wall. His arm cocks, rushing towards Tanner’s nose at a fast pace. The room is silent, except for the sounds of Rafe’s fist hitting Tanner, until “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran begins to play out of nowhere. Something vibrating accompanies the song. Rafe keeps Tanner against the wall with one hand, while his other hand goes into his pocket for his phone. He brings it to his ear with a soft smile, “Hi, Dumpling. How are you and little dumpling doing?” “I’m hungry, Rafey,” the pregnant woman whines with her hands on her perturbing stomach. He chuckles, “And what can I pick up for you on my way home, Dumpling?” “I want Trader Joe’s French Vanilla ice cream, soya sauce, pickles and mayo please,” she pleads into the phone. He grimaces, “Please, tell me you aren’t going to eat all of those together.” “I don’t know yet. I guess you’ll have to find out when you get here,” she teases, knowing he gets grossed out by her weird pregnancy cravings. He sighs, “I guess I will. I’ll get those for you once I’m finished with my business. Okay? I love you.” “Thank you. I love you too. Bye,” she hangs up without another word.
The phone gets slipped back into his pocket and his attention returns to Tanner. “Now, where were we?” He punches Tanner again, shaking his hand out to try to rid himself of the blood. “I’m going to ask you again. Where is my money?” Rafe growls. Tanner whimpers, “I can get it to you by next week.” Tanner receives another blow to the head. “Not the answer I was looking for. So let’s try this once more,” Rafe warns, but he is again interrupted by the chime of his phone. “Is everything okay, Dumpling?” he worries into the speaker.
“It needs to be the tiny pickles. I don’t want the large ones. I don’t want the zig-zag cut ones or the straight-cut ones. I want the tiny ones. Okay?”
“Yes, I know, Dumpling. I promise they will be the tiniest ones I can find.”
“Good, thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Dumpling. Goodbye.”
Tanner’s face is in a bloody smirk. “What the fuck are you smiling at?” Rafe questions, digging his forearm into the Pogue's neck. Tanner gasps out, “You are so whipped for her.” Rafe’s eyebrows cave in and he strikes Tanner’s stomach. “Be careful what you say next, Motherfucker,” Rafe alerts. Tanner appears to have a death wish as he says the next sentence, “That bitch has your balls in a death grip and it’s pathetic.” His phone rings once more before he can reply. “Dumpling, you are really making me concerned about you,” he sighs into the phone. She pouts, “I’m sorry. I just wanted something to drink too.” “It’s okay, Dumpling. I want you to stay hydrated. So what can I get you?” he inquires. “Iced tea, please. And I promise this will be the last time I’m going to call. I’m going to take a nap while I wait for you to come home.”
“Iced tea, coming right up. Enjoy your nap, Dumpling. I’ll see you when I get home. I love you.”
“I love you so much, Rafey. Thank you. I can’t wait for you to come home. Muah.”
The line goes dead and he can’t help but put his phone away with a massive grin on his face. He weakens his hold on Tanner, “You better be thanking the lord that I am whipped for my girl because it is the only reason I am giving you another day to get the money. Don’t try to run because I will find you and your punishment will be so much worse than you can imagine. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to go to Trader’s Joe.”
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They say, if you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. What if you don't want to go anywhere at all? That, my friend, is why they make project cars.
Project cars, invented just prior to the first actual car, have been clogging up garages and emptying wallets for centuries now. Even as you read these words, some poor dumbass is socking away their best chance at retirement on a 180SX with more rust in it than an iron mine. They are planning on a quick fix, a summer of fun, and then a flip. They will actually get rid of the car in 2067, when the estate is liquidated to pay their PB Blaster debts.
You might notice that, in polite society, there is a huge population of organizational experts. They'll tell you how to clean your home, how to stop procrastinating, how to yell at your boss until you get more money. Not a single one will come to your house, and tell you what to do on your project car next. They know: the journey of an automotive build is a personal one. The car, and you, are changed forever by it, and at the end both of you are worth about $500, but you're hoping you'll get way more.
Will I ever turn those RockAuto boxes in my garage into empty RockAuto boxes, their former occupants giving life to a functional automobile? Like life, it is impossible to predict. Sure, I could be out there throwing the parts into them, but it's kinda cold out in the garage. Seems much easier to sit here on the internet and look for more project cars. Hey, do you know if that guy with the 180SX wants to sell it yet?
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MEET ME IN GWANGMYEONG
pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader
cw. inspired heavily by the movie "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind", memory-erasing procedure, established relationship, the use of 'y/n', angst, bittersweet ending.
author's note: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is my favorite movie ever. reblogs and likes help a lot! the hyun-ju fandom is dying as we speak.. i have a few requests i need to get done, so it might take some time.


it's been a week and three days since hyun-ju's disappearance.
you're worried sick, you've filed a missing persons report, but shortly after, the case was shut cold. she disappeared without a trace, no letter, no text on where she might've went, no call, no nothing. it was like she was never with you to begin with, she was like a blurry dream that was too good to be true.
you couldn't endure anymore of this sadness, the memories were driving you crazy— she cared about you, you knew that. she's spent so much time with you, the dates with her don't feel real anymore, you wondered if she was still even out there. the chances are slim, and day by day, you lose hope.
lacuna inc. was just around the corner, as deep as you are in debts, you had some change. this procedure was worth it.
it's simple, and yes, it does technically count as brain damage, but it couldn't be worse than the sleepless nights you've spent, with bottles of soju, and hyun-ju's picture nearby.
you would come in wednesday, come again thursday, and the procedure should be done by thursday night. you've booked the first briefing appointment, they told you to gather all the items you have that resemble hyun-ju— even in the slightest, it needs to be gotten rid of.
does it hurt? absolutely. you stared blankly at the two huge boxes in front of you, it was filled with everything hyun-ju has ever given to you, every single letter she has written from the depths of her heart, all the clothes you've shared together— even the first skirt she bought with you. it seems impossible, but you keep reminding yourself that it would be for the better, is this what people call gaslighting?
it took you a moment to erase her texts. there was one text before she left. it was from you, telling her to come home early because you cooked her favorite meal. aw, how sad, you hit the delete button.
thursday felt suffocating. you felt like you were stuck in the corner of your tiny bathroom, huddled up, knees bent and hugged by your chest. it didn't matter how big the room for the appointment was, you felt like you couldn't breathe.
you came home and slept like a baby. you thought to yourself, you'll wake up a new person. for the better, definitely. at this point, no, you didn't consider any other negatives of this. it was too late anyways, it's been paid, and it's far too late to go back.
the birds chirp, signaling the sun rising.
you wake up according to your alarm, it reads, "7 am, go to work."
you do. you get ready, put on your best clothes, simple makeup, hair done like you've always done it— at least from what you remember, for some reason, you forgot how to braid your hair. even though you swore, it was braided every morning.
whatever, you probably had a weird dream. that's all.
left corner, turn, straight, go right. why couldn't you recall your steps to work correctly? you felt cold, you had your coat on. there was a sort of absence lingering in your chest. you can't pinpoint what it was exactly. maybe you just forgot something at home.
at least the day went by fast. you were excited to go back home and take a nice bath. it felt oddly empty, did you sell your furniture? you shrugged it off, but then you heard a knock. sounded familiar, like a wave of déjà vu just hit you.
you peeped through the peep-hole before opening.
"hello? may i help you?" what a poor sight you were seeing. a woman was standing, rather helplessly, at your front door. she was holding a card, you don't know what it is exactly. there were two of them. one had shapes on them, and one had a tiny 'lacuna inc.' writing.
did you go to work with her? maybe she was another passerby you see often, or someone you went to school with. either way, she looked at you with pure fright and confusion. what a strange combination for a.. stranger.
"what?" her voice rasps, "y/n?"
"how do you know my name? sorry, do i know you?"

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Friends…?
Characters: Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Male Reader (Moze is mentioned)
(Can be taken as platonic or romantic. If romantic it’s a one-sided crush from the characters)

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-Childhood-
“Hey! Get a load of this loser!” A boy said as he pushed another against the wall. A pink-haired foxian—Jiaoqiu. Jiaoqiu’s ears stayed down as he shuddered fearfully.
“L-leave me alone!” He pleaded shakily, which fell on deaf ears. “Hah~? But I haven’t even started yet you pathetic fox” the bully harshly tugged on his ears as three others laughed behind him and Jiaoqiu yelped in pain, tears forming as they usually do. “S-STOP!! PLEASE IT HURTS!!”
Once again, no one heard his pleas. He was left alone to cry as his four tormentors laughed at him. “Come on! Do something about it you useless loser~! I thought foxian’s were meant to be smart! But you’re just a pathetic freak!”
Then, a boy seemingly appearing out of nowhere, jumped up and slammed his feet against the back of two laughing bullies. “H-HUH!!? WHAT THE—!!” Before the other one could finish, he was met with a chop to the jugular.
The boy then faced the leader, who had let go of jiaoqiu’s ear and stared fearfully at the boy who had just knocked out his three friends “Who—” a punch to his gut quickly shut him up before slamming his bicep against the leaders neck and bashing him against a wall, successfully knocking him out.
Jiaoqiu stared in awe and slight fear. He had never seen someone around his age so fast and easily knock out four boys under a minute! “You okay foxy?” The boy asked making jiaoqiu jump slightly before nodding. He walked up to him and jiaoqiu tried to back away unsuccessfully, still abit fearful of being hit, however, he was…being patted on the head?
“Huh…?” “So fluffy and soft. I’m jealous of you” The boy said with a small smile, easing the nerves of the bullied foxian. “I’m M/n. What’s your name foxy?” “I-I..I’m Jiaoqiu” “well jiaoqiu. I like you. And you’re my friend now”
From that day on, m/n was always seen by jiaoqiu’s side. Weather it was in the library reading on medicine, or in a back alley, beating down on some bullies or even thieves. “Hey jiaoqiu. If a woman can only produce one gender, does that make their womb weak or special?” “Please m/n.. I’m a chief...stop asking me those questions…”
Jiaoqiu dreamed of being a chief yet also a healer to help the military combat the abominations of the abundance. He tried to convince m/n to join the military as m/n was easily the strongest person he knew… well… besides someone else.
“Hey. Why do you want to join the cloud knights? You’re basically giving up your life to some people you don’t have any connection with.. I think it’s pretty dumb.”
“That’s… not how I see it… I want to get rid of the abundance monsters because.. well.. they killed my mom and dad. Not to mention the borisin who ensalved my kind are apparently working with those monsters… I feel like it’s my duty to be on the war and make sure no one dies”
“Huh… I guess I never thought of it like that… At least your not giving up your life for a bunch of nobodies” M/n said, patting jiaoqiu as he usually did making his friend blush a bit. “Sure.. look if you join the cloud knights-” “I already said no” “You will find a person that can beat you!”
That seemed to catch m/n’s interest “Huh? What’re you talking about? I’ve never lost a fight, even with trained cloud knights” “Well… these this girl in the cloud knights. One who I.. owe a debt to. Her name is feixiao and she’s easily the strongest person I know.. maybe even stronger than you” he said teasingly.
M/n stayed silent. He isn’t actually gonna join for a dumb reason like that.. is he? No. No. He doesn’t care about the people of yaoqing, he doesn’t have any connection with them… but then again… being on the battlefield and fighting… meeting this feixiao…releasing his own anger on the enemies of the xianzhou… maybe it is where he’s meant to go… “Fine. I’ll bite”
“M/n… where are your parents..?” “I don’t have any” “Huh?” “Yep. I’ve been a street kid for as long as I remember.” Jiaoqiu felt his tail fall and his ears flop “o-oh.. I-I’m sorry” “why? Did you take them away from me” “I-What!? No I just—” “Ha. Calm down, I’m joking around… plus… I don’t care… I don’t care… I just really don’t care”
—Young Adult Years—
M/n was thriving in the cloud knights. He was easily the best of the upcoming graduates. Hell probably even the best of those who ALREADY graduated! His instructors showed special attention to him, wishing the hone and sharpen his skills even further to battle the enemies of the hunt.
His fellow trainee’s looked up to him. Even calling him ‘Big Brother M/n’. He fought with multiple weapons instead of a sword or a spear, as he wished to be adaptable and unpredictable in the battlefield. Something his instructors agreed on, yet also reminded him to use his great mind for intellectual plays as well. Something m/n was obviously and already planning on doing.
Then one day, the instructors decided to hold a special little event. They would bring a cloud knight here to fight m/n. Just to put on a little show and give m/n the fun he looked for. That cloud knight happened to be Feixiao.
“At ease soldiers!” The instructor commanded, as all the soilders relaxed and faced their commander. “Now. As I’m sure you’re all aware, we’ve decided to hold a special event. Everyone! Greet your senior. Could Knight: Feixiao” “MORNING CLOUD KNIGHT FEIXIAO!!” “Ah…! Feixiao…! That’s the woman…” m/n remembered jiaoqiu mentioning her being stronger than him.
“Trainee M/n! Step forward, Solider!!” M/n walked forward as he met feixiao, who looked outwardly enthusiastic yet her eyes held a type of boredom and interest. “Feixiao. I’m sure you’ve been informed why you’ve been summoned here” The White Haired-Foxian nodded with a charming smile “Yeah. I’m meant to fight your best trainee. This Him? I’ve heard quite the story about you Soilder”
“All good I hope” “Mhm. Shall we get started?” “Straight to the point. I like you already” The trainees formed a circle around the two as they were handed wooden swords. “I’ve heard a lot about you from jiaoqiu” “Ohh! No wonder your name sounded familiar. Jiaoqiu also told me a lot about you” “yeah. Thanks for being with him in the cloud knights” “Thanks for being with him during his childhood” They nodded before getting ready to battle. They stared intensely at each other before the whistle blew and they ran at each other.
They clashed the wooden swords together, leaning in the glare at the other with determination. They then jumped away and swung their swords at each other while trying to kick the other. Feixiao was surprised, usually no one would’ve lasted this long against her, jiaoqiu really wasn’t kidding when he said m/n was impressive.
M/n swung his sword and hit her sword before ducking and throwing a sweep kick, which feixiao jumped over and m/n quickly spun around, planting his hand on the ground and pushing himself up to send a kick to feixiao who once again blocked it with her own kick.
The two stood stun locked as they stared at the other in awe. However, they quickly shoved each other away and m/n threw his sword towards her, which she dodged as his sword was stabbed onto the ground and m/n ran towards her, his arm out to close line her. She dodged and she swung her sword which he slide under, moved up and jumped at his sword. One foot kicked the sword and he used it and his momentum to swing around and send a kick to feixiao, while grabbing his sword.
Feixiao looked suprised at this but quickly blocked his kick and ducked his sword swing before slamming him onto the ground and planting her foot on his stomach, making her the victor. M/n stared in surprise.. he actually lost? While feixiao stared in excitement. A rival. She had actually found a rival. “Hahaha~! Not bad! You’re definitely cloud knight material! I’m surprised you didn’t join or graduate earlier!!” She said, helping him up. And, a smiling m/n held onto her hand as excitement shined in his eyes “Holy shit!! You’re Fucking amazing!! No ones ever been able to beat me before!!” M/n quickly hugged her from excitement, making the cloud knight laugh in embarrassment and amusement.
The instructor watched nervously.. maybe getting two battle hungry solider to fight against each other who also haven’t lost a battle wasn’t a good idea. The other trainee’s stared in awe at the battle in front of them, feeling excitement of their own rise up as they yelled and chanted their names.
A couple months later, the trainee’s were graduating and they were choosing which division they wanted to join. Y/n had gotten a recommendation from every division, But he only had his eyes sent on one division. Feixiao’s who had recently became the lieutenant colonel of said division. Hell the recommendation was from her. So, without a second thought. He already made his decision.
The next day, he was personally greeted by feixiao. M/n quickly jumped up to hug her, excited to fight alongside her AND possible fight her. Luckily for him, feixiao didn’t push him away but gladly embraced him with a giggle of her own, the favoritism for m/n from lieutenant colonel Feixiao was painfully obvious.
The next few weeks, the new recruits were being tested to see which battalion they’d thrive in. The aviation, Medicare, Army Corps, Special Forces, etc. M/n was personally chosen by feixiao to join her own battalion in the special forces, his potential and skill easily exceeded everyone else. That and favoritism. M/n joined feixiao, jiaoqiu and a man named moze who was apparently a prison breaker/assassin… something told him he’d get along with him the most. Those were the only ones who m/n bothered to remember, everyone else were just another number to him.
“And you’ll be sleeping here” Feixiao said as m/n flopped on the bed gleefully. “Ahh~ joining the cloud knights was definitely the right choice” “I’m glad you decided to join. I’ve been much more excited since our battle back at the academy” “Speaking of which. I want a rematch! Me and you! Wooden swords again! Once I beat you with that— THEN we can use our real weapons!” He said excitedly which made feixiao laugh, patting his head “Hahahaha~ Sure m/n. But not now, I have something’s I need to take care of” “Booo” he pouted which made feixiao snicker “cute” she thought, bopping his nose and walking out “see you tomorrow Solider”
She waved and exited his room as another entered—Jiaoqiu “Hey there foxy” “Hello m/n. How’s your first day” “Amazing! Meeting feixiao just made my life even better!! You weren’t being a sly cunning manipulative piece of shit when you said she was strong!” “Ahaha.. indeed”
—Adult Years—
Years had passed since m/n joined feixiao. He was now a fully fledged vice lieutenant along side Feixiao. Battle the borisin and abominations of the abundance, freeing enslaved foxians. Meeting people from different ships of the xianzhou. However, m/n has been off as of late.
No one knows why and when they try to question him about it he just acts like nothing’s wrong. This was especially worrying for feixiao, jiaoqiu and moze. They hadn’t seen m/n like this ever. He was always excited for a battle yet stoic when hanging out, but now he was just stoic. That child like yet charming excitement had seemingly disappeared.
Jiaoqiu tried to up lift his spirits by asking him some of the strange questions he once asked him as a kid. Feixiao tried to battle him daily yet that seemed to fail again. Moze tried to help by teaching him some criminal actions like how to escape from the shackling prison and things along that line, it seemed to work slightly but still no significant changes.
Moze felt uneasy, feixiao felt her heart ache, and jiaoqiu felt useless and pathetic—m/n was his one and only childhood friend yet he couldn’t for the life of him find out why or what was making m/n feeling down. M/n didn’t even come out of his room unless it was for battling. This would not stand any longer. So, feixiao took initiative.
“M/n. It’s feixiao, I’m coming in” She said, walking in to see m/n blankly staring at the celling. Feixiao called out his name a bit louder which managed to get his attention “Oh.. Feixiao… another battlefield to go to?” He said blankly, which irked the lieutenant even more, she hated that tone, that blank, emotionless, robotic tone didn’t suit m/n. “No. I’m here for you” “Huh?” Feixiao sat down next to her friend, facing him with a determined look. “What’s wrong with you?” “Hmm?” “Your demeanor! You’ve been all robotic for the last few months now! Do you know how worried I’ve been…!? How worried Jiaoqiu and Moze are!!?”
“It’s…I didn’t know—” “That too! Since when are you blind to our emotions!? You’re the first that knows when someone’s acting off!” M/n stayed silent, just staring at his worried lieutenant “Come on m/n. Please tell me what’s been eating away at you. I can’t handle it to see you being like this a second longer!”
“….a few months ago. You sent me on a mission to eradicate a Disciple of Sanctus Medicus commander. He was hiding in a remote town in the countryside. But when I was there… I found a family… I found my mom. She looked.. happy. When I approached her she didn’t even recognize me. Not just that but I’ve been.. I-I was starting to care for the people of yaoqing… I ignored my mission and tried to get to know the mom I never had, along with my half sister. But it seemed like my mom felt uncomfortable by me. Because I ignored my mission, everyone in that town were murdered, but my mom… she was turned into one of the monsters. Then.. her dying words were ‘why did you come back! How are you alive!!? I left you for the borisin to get mauled!! You got my husband murdered now you come back and get me and my perfect life without you destroyed!! You were always a demon brat!! You can’t even die properly!! I never loved you, so why the fuck would you think I wanted to bond with you after all these years!!!’ Her last words, before you guys came and saved me… she didn’t even want me to be born. She left me to the borisin to get fucking mutilated. But since I’ve started to care about the people of yaoqing.. this FUCKING itch has been in my mind that I can’t scratch!! I-I feel like because I started to care IM the reason why those people died a meaningless death!! It’s because I’ve been more emotional that I ignored my mission and tried to get to know my—my….My ‘birther’. I just… I don’t know how to feel. I don’t—”
Before he could continue, feixiao quickly brought him into her embrace, comforting the confused and depressed man as he cried into her shoulder “It’s okay… I got you.. I’m here for you… WERE here for you. Someone like you didn’t deserve such a bitch for a mom” she comforted him as he silently cried, slowly he fell asleep from fatigue and feixiao held him in her arms, picking him up to lock the door before laying herself and him on his bed, sleeping while holding him closely.
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Weeks later, m/n seemed to return to his usual self but much less upbeat. He felt much closer to feixiao now and she was definitely keeping an eye on him much more, much to jiaoqiu’s confusion and sliiiiiiight jealousy. Moze just seemed glad that everything returned to normal. Later they’re was a red alert, the enemies of the hunt had teamed up with the borisin to attack a city.
All divisions quickly ran to the battlefield that was the city, massive clash can be heard from miles and miles away. Slowly, the city was being destroyed and both sides were begging to fall. This battle lasted for 3 whole months before the cloud knights came out victorious. Many soldiers fell yet one person was no where to be found. They searched everywhere, every sinkhole made, under every fallen building, and even a 50 mile radius to find him. But m/n was nowhere to be found.
Feixiao, Jiaoqiu, and Moze were hit the hardest by this. M/n had just started to return to normal, and now he was missing. No body, no scrap of dna, no armor or clothing. He just vanished. Feixiao refused to make a burial for m/n. She refused to accept that he was dead, she wouldn’t even humor it, the same for Jiaoqiu, who became even more attached to feixiao and despite to repay his debt to her, Moze became much more reclusive.
Years later, m/n was found. When feixiao and jiaoqiu heard this news, their face lit up like never before. They begged Moze to take them to him. But instead they were handed a paper. A wanted paper for Stellaron Hunter M/n. Bounty— 10,799,000,000
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If you’re still doing prompts, could I request 15? Thank you!
Heyo so sorry for the wait!!! Hope you like it!
Kill.
It's not a word he's unfamiliar with. He's condemned people to be killed before, he's killed people before, but it has always been for his benefit. It has always been to protect himself, to gain money, and not once had the thought of killing to protect someone else crossed his mind.
That is until he met you.
You were kind, your heart open to any who came across but you still hid your darkest secrets deep within, secrets only he was privy to. While others held him at bay with a stake, you had let him in, dancing along to his melody in those late nights, whispering words that were so unfamiliar yet familiar. Maybe it was the way you said them, with that earnest look in your eyes, stirring emotions he thought he had lost a long time ago.
His hands ghost over your skin, tracing pattern after pattern as he has done so many times before, but this time he means every stroke. He wants to feel you, to hear your breaths in his ears, your blood thrumming through your veins. All he can give you is himself, his body, his ability to kill, and none of it can even begin to compare to everything you've given him.
His daggers sink into flesh as lifeblood pours out onto the floor, staining it a deep crimson. He stands over the man who tried to kill you, chest heaving for breaths he doesn't need and dodges as a dagger flies in his direction. With a flash of steel, his daggers bury themselves in yet another threat and sweet crimson liquid floods his tongue. He turns to check on you but you get to him first, anxiously fretting over him.
Your fingers brush along his bloodied strands of hair, sending tingles up his spine whenever your warm skin makes contact with his cold undead skin. His own bloodstained hand reaches up, fingertips hovering over your hand as he watches you, lost and confused. You glance around, checking that no one else is watching before slipping your hand into his, giving his hand a squeeze. Your hand leaves, now stained with the blood that is on his hand but you're smiling softly, gazing at him with such fondness that a strange warmth blooms in his chest.
He's never felt this way before.
He slips out of camp that night, dagger in hand and sinks the blade into the shadowy figure leaning against the tree. The figure drops to the ground, knife clattering in the dirt which he picks up, stowing it away before disposing the body. He sneaks back into camp, silently ducking into his tent where you continue to lie fast asleep.
He gets rid of his bloody clothes, hiding them in a corner he knows you will never find and slips into the bedroll you share, watching as your chest gently rises and falls, your sleep undisturbed. You shift, burrowing closer to him and he wraps an arm around you, burying his face in your hair.
You mumble something incoherently, clutching at his shirt so that you can curl up against him, nestling in his embrace. He feels a tightness in his chest, a flickering warmth spreading through his body that causes tears to prick the corners of his eyes.
No matter how bloodstained his hands are, how dirty he is, you always hold him without any reservations. Your hands always cradle him, gently caressing his face, whispering words of reassurance, love, and care. Whenever you hold him, you look as if you're holding the whole world in your hands. Your devotion to him, the way you always make your neck available to his fangs, the way you speak up for him when he struggles to, nothing he does can ever come close to paying the debt he's racked up.
So he does the one thing you can never bring yourself to do — kill. He plunges his daggers into the hearts of his enemies, your enemies, he tears open the throats of any who dare to hurt you, and cuts down all who stand against you. He kills and kills and kills, hoping that with each life he takes he can get just that little bit closer to repaying you.
And then you whisper the words he needed to hear.
"Repay me? Hmm I suppose you could do that by spending more time with me." You flash him a wide grin, his favourite laugh slipping from your lips. "There's nothing to repay though, really."
When you say those words, a weight is lifted from his chest but doubt still lingers. His gaze searches you for lies but you really mean it, and he's at a loss. His fingers brush over the hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt, unsure of what to do now.
He watches as you leave to talk to the others, mind churning with questions. All you want is for him to spend more time with you, and he supposes he can do that, but is there really nothing more he can offer you? He turns the dagger in his hand, its steel catching the sunlight and feels its reassuring weight in his palm. No, he can still offer you his daggers, for there will always be those who try to take advantage of your kind nature, and he will make them regret it.
With a twirl of his dagger, he thrusts the blade into your would-be assailant, relishing in the assailant's shocked face as his body collapses to the floor, covered in blood. His gaze turns to your figure standing in front of a fruit store, oblivious to the danger you were in moments before, and lets out a small huff of annoyance, making his way over to you.
Even if he constantly watched your back, you could at least have some sense of self-preservation. Still, it gave him a purpose, it made him feel needed. His daggers were still useful, his ability to kill was still put to good use, and that made him feel less anxious.
Maybe one day he wouldn't feel the need to prove his worth by killing, just like you clearly hope he will, but for now he will pull back his urge and only eliminate those who pose a grave threat to you. Only to protect that smile of yours.
He feels you rest against his shoulder, hands automatically finding his and can't help but smile softly to himself. No matter who he has to kill, he will protect you, your smile, your laughter, and all that you stand for.
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Part 14: The Shadows Sing
Part 13 Part 15
“I thought we had an agreement,” Master Raven told you. You could almost feel his patience slipping away.
“We did,” you said confidently. “We did, before you decided to make a deal with the people I despise the most in this world. Before you betrayed my trust.”
Master Raven let out a sigh.
“You’ll never pay your debt if this is all you hunt for. You’ve only gotten me three animals these two weeks!”
You were almost shaking with disbelief.
“You only have three things a week that I can hunt for. The rest is for the Illyrians! The Illyrians need this, the Illyrian needs that! What do you expect me to do?”
“I expect you to grow up, stop your childish tantrums and help the rest of your community!”
“Just give me my money.”
He handed you the small bag of money and you made your way out of his cabin. You tried to walk away fast, even though your prosthetic still was dragging against the ground.
“What happened to your prosthetic?”
You stopped.
“Your new friends jumped me.” You answered facing the door and not him.
“What did you do?”
Of course he immediately thought you did something.
You left, shaking your head as you walked out the door without closing it.
“Letter from master!” You had to hold in front of your ears as your shadows screamed at you.
“You delivered my letter to him right?” You immediately asked them.
“Yes! But Master’s shadows also had a letter!”
You let out a relieved sigh. You sat down at the table with the letter in your hand.
Your heart felt heavy. What if he told you he never wanted to see you again? He had been nothing but nice to you and to sent him away. Perhaps you ruined it.
“Open it! His shadows seemed happy!”
Probably happy to get rid of you.
You felt a hit to the back of your head.
“Hey!”
“They love you!”
Still hesitant about believing them, you opened the letter and started reading your illyrian’s beautiful handwriting.
My Huntress,
I’m sorry for reaching out. I know you wanted me to leave, but I just can’t stay away. If you tell me to leave again, I will listen. I crossed a line and I know that, but it won’t happen again. I promise.
My shadows would come give me updates on you and I can’t live with myself without helping you.
They told me you still have problems with your prosthetic, so I reached out to a master tinker from the Day Court. Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.
The screw that my shadows gave to yours will help with the mobility.
Please don’t hesitate writing back to me, I’m here if you need me.
x A
“You have the screw?” You asked your shadows.
When they didn’t answer you turned to look at them. All of them were frozen behind your shoulders, obviously having a peak at the content of the letter.
“What?”
“Read it again, Mistress,” they answered.
You did as they said, but you still didn’t get it.
“Again, Mistress.”
They told me you still have problems with your prosthetic, so I reached out to a master tinker from the Day Court. Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.
Turns out she gifted you the leg in the first place.
Gifted
Azriel stood leaning against the wall, listening to Devlon’s third excuse for why 15 of his illyrian warriors had disappeared.
Every time the male explained himself, the explanation was a little different then the last one.
“So you’re saying you know nothing about the rogue warriors that ambushed my brothers,” Rhys asked him. He looked extremely calm, but Azriel knew he wasn’t. “You don’t know how many they are?”
Devlon shook his head.
Feyre let out a sigh.
The meeting had been going on for almost two hours, without getting anywhere.
In two weeks they almost didn’t have any more information about the illyrians. Azriel had told his High Lady and Lord what you had told him, but it wasn’t much.
They wanted power, but how would they get it? Azriel hoped that you would know something and that his apology would help him get closer to you again.
Everyone turned their heads towards the door as Azriel’s shadows abruptly stormed into the room.
Rhys stood up, having come to the same conclusion as Azriel: something had to be seriously wrong.
His shadows were well behaved and knew when to not interrupt.
They rushed towards him and basically threw a paper bag at him.
He froze as he saw your rushed handwriting.
The illyrians are going to kidnap the High Lord and Lady’s son. They just left from here. They winnowed.
Please let me know he’s okay.
Azriel met Rhys’ concerned eyes as he bolted out the door. He immediately flew towards the cabin where he had lived with Rhys’ mother, Rhys and Cassian growing up.
The cabin where Nyx and Sonja currently were playing.
“Gone, dead.” His shadows told him, but he refused to believe them.
The door was open.
He landed on the ground and sprinted into the cabin.
“Blood, terror.”
“Pain, dead.”
He stopped as he entered the living room.
There Sonja laid on the floor. She was covered in blood and wasn’t breathing.
The rest of his family came storming into the living room where Azriel stood frozen.
“Where is he?” Feyre asked. “Where? Azriel, where is he?”
“The illyrians have him,” Azriel responded.
Feyre’s scream, Azriel was sure, could be heard throughout all seven courts.
For the first time in weeks you dared to shadow walk outside of your cabin.
You were simply too distressed to care.
He had lied to you, for over 50 years! You had paid back your debt for your training ages ago! He only told you half a year ago, but you had paid it was over five years ago!
You could have been free five years ago!
You had to force your shadows to stay behind as you stormed into Master Raven’s house. You had left everything behind and were still dragging your prosthetic against the ground.
“What the hell do you mean you lost him? How?” You heard Adrian’s muffled voice.
“He just disappeared in front of our eyes!”
You opened the doors.
“Get out,” you yelled at the illyrians.
“The bastard has come to play,” Adrian taunted you, but you didn’t care anymore. Your entire life was a lie.
You turned to Adrian.
“Get the fuck out!” You yelled and then turned your gaze to Master Raven. “Except for you.”
“You can’t just burst in here-“
“I know you’ve lied about my debt, so I think that means I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
You had silenced him. He rushed the illyrians out the cabin.
“So what is it you think you know?” Master Raven asked. His eyes were almost black with anger.
“My prosthetic was a gift. The money you have made me pay back hasn’t been used. You owe me money.”
“And tell me girl, how do you know this?” He asked tilting his head.
You’re not letting him intimidate you, not today.
“So you’re admitting that you lied.”
He let out a forced laugh.
“What would you have done? Where would you have gone? There’s no one here that wants to be with you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So you have been talking to outsiders?” It was more like a statement rather than a question.
“Yes, I have.”
“That’s against the rules and you know it. I’m sure you know what happens to traitors.”
“I met him half a year ago, my debt was paid five years ago. You can’t hold me back for disobeying rules for the last five years.”
“You think I care?” Master Raven asked as The Raven lifted off the ground. “You, Y/N, are a traitor. And you know what we do with traitors.”
As The Raven got closer and closer to you, you realized you no longer had a choice. You had to get away and that fast.
You used all the power in your body and called your shadows. Luckily for you, they had been lingering in the shadows of the room the entire conversation.
It only took a couple of seconds and you were back in your cabin.
“Thank you,” you said holding back tears. “Thank you for everything. You’re the best thing that have ever happened to me.”
Your shadows embraced your entire body, but after a while they let go.
“We might have done something as you were gone.”
You felt dread fill your body. This can’t be good. It reminded you of the time you let them try out a new hunting technique and the almost burned down the entire forest.
You were ready to question them, but you soon realized you didn’t need to.
On your bed sat a small winged child and played with two of your shadows, the two you often called ‘the parents’. He couldn’t be older than two or three. He looked up at you with big blue eyes.
“Uncle Azzy!”
You felt your heart freeze as you realized that before you sat the heir of the Night Court.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.
“Fuck!” Nyx repeated.
“No, shit, don’t say that!” You said rushing towards him.
“Shit!”
You felt a shadow hitting the back of your head.
“Are you hurt?” You carefully asked him.
He shook his head and continued to play with your shadows.
“Go get Azriel! Right now. As fast as you can. You have an hour at most. I’m going to pack.”
You sent away almost all your shadows, leaving only the two that played with Nyx behind. You knew that they travel the fastest in bigger groups.
Nyx jumped up from your bed and begun chasing your shadows around the cabin.
A different day and with different circumstances you could have enjoyed the sight, today however, it only made you annoyed.
Imagine having so little understanding about the dangers he was currently facing.
He ran around and you noticed his wings drooping and sometimes hitting the floor.
“You have to pick up your wings, you’ll hurt them if you drag them against the ground,” you said.
“Daddy always says the same thing!” He exclaimed. “Are you like Daddy? He can hide his wings.”
You only shook your head at his curiosity.
“No, I lost my wings many years ago.”
“But your illyrian?” He asked, pronouncing illyrian in the most adorable way.
“I was, but not anymore.”
“Do you miss it?”
That made you think. You missed flying. In the rare nights you had dreams instead of nightmares, you would be flying. Lately you were flying together with a certain illyrian, in your favorite dreams.
You also missed belonging to a place. In the Middle you felt quite lonely. You’d meet up with your group, but other than that, you were alone.
On the other side, you hated the way you were treated and would rather spend your life running than having to stay at one of the camps again.
“Mommy always says I can be whatever I want, so if you want to be an illyrian again, I think you could.”
His childish behavior made you smile.
Nyx continued playing with your shadows as you packed. It wasn’t a lot you needed, but you packed your letters from Azriel, the little food you had left and strapped all your weapons onto your body.
You were about to get Nyx and start leaving the forest when you heard a knock on your door.
You immediately turned to Nyx, you saw him open his mouth, but before he could speak, your shadows covered his mouth.
“Hide him in the closet! Don’t let anyone that isn’t me or Azriel come get him. You two stay here.”
You walked with heavy steps towards the door, so that they would hear you, but also to give yourself a little more time.
You opened the door to your cabin.
“Hello, traitor,” Adrian said. “Bastard, traitor, you really like the nicknames, don’t you?”
“What do you want?” You answered, sounding annoyed. You wouldn’t let him scare you. You had to stay strong, for Nyx.
Adrian shrugged and faster than you could react, smashed his fist into your jaw.
You immediately felt dizzy, but you knew you had to get you two away from your cabin. Away from Nyx.
“Too weak to fight back are we?”
You straightened your back and without actually seeing what you were doing jumped directly onto Adrian. The earth was spinning as you hit the ground.
“You bitch!”
The next thing you knew, was a fist crashing directly into your left eye and you fell into darkness.
“Who’s going in?” Cassian asked. “We know there’s at least 50 of them! We need many people.”
“We can’t send illyrians, that too risky. Some of them could turn against us mid fight.” Rhys argued.
“Why don’t we just show up and kill everyone in our way to get to him. I’m not sitting here waiting! It’s my son!” Feyre yelled.
“He’s my son too! They’ll kill him if we do that!”
Azriel just stood in the corner, brooding. How did he know the Illyrians were coming? It’s his fault, the entire thing!
“Mistress’ shadows are coming,” his shadows informed him.
Not even seconds later, he was tackled to the ground by your shadows. In a distance, Azriel could hear his family’s confused banter. Your shadows were swirling around him, he was certain he could see their mouths opening and closing. They were screaming at him.
“Calm down! It’s okay! Calm down,” he said and tried to pry them of him.
“What are they saying?” He asked his own shadows.
He patiently waited for them to communicate. They danced around each other as they spoke. Azriel could almost see the fondness between them.
“The leader betrayed Mistress, shadows rescued Nyx.”
“Where is Nyx now?”
“In Mistress’ cabin.”
“Thank the gods,” Azriel said in a sigh.
“What’s going on?” Feyre asked him.
“I know where Nyx is,” Azriel said.
“Take me to him,” Feyre said.
“But-“
“NOW!”
Azriel gave his High Lady a nod and shadow walked them, together with your shadows, into The Middle.
Unfortunately, it was also directly into the Illyrian’s trap.
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BLOOD SACRIFICE
Vampire!Benjicot 'Davos' Blackwood x Septa!Reader
There will be smut so Minors DNI 18+
SNIPPET OF ONE OF THE THREE STORIES!
Synopsis: Many say the church can protect you against evil, that’s a lie. You pray to the Seven for forgiveness and protection, but they do not grant it. The stranger himself gets invited into the church, what will you do when he bears his fangs and gives you the choice between death or lust?

The stained glass shines from the illumination of the moon, the light refracting and casting shadows. My veil covers my hair, billowing down my back and coating the floor in the laced fabric.
My hand clutches my rosary, my mouth moving fast as I mutter prayers to the Seven. There had been talks of a monster amongst us. Murders of young, vulnerable women had become the new town myth, they say a Vampire.
Yes, a Vampire apparently walks amongst us. Ridiculous but precautions must be maintained.
We do not know if the Vampire is tall or short. Young or old. Pretty or ugly. All we know is that there is someone with a bloodlust amongst us.
My prayers are dedicated to the Seven, specifically the Warrior. I prayed to him for protection, to help rid us of this foul disease plaguing the Riverlands.
"I pray to the Warrior for protection and bravery, give me strength and safety and I will forever be in your debt." I mutter, my eyes closed and mind blank, only focusing on the words I’m speaking and which of the Seven I am praying to.
After praying to the Warrior, the Father, Mother, Maiden, the Crone and even the Smith, I go to pray to the Stranger, but something stops me.
I hear a scratch on wood. I stop my prayer for a few seconds, listening to hear. Nothing. So I go back to praying. "I pray to the Stranger-" scratch, scratch, scratch.
I pause, my eyebrows furrowing as I finally open my eyes, moving my eyes around the very empty church, my eyes land on nothing. There is nothing here with me. There must be rats in the wall.
I open my mouth to continue before a loud banging makes me jump and drop my rosary. I look behind me and see the door shake with the sheer force of the knocks.
Once the knocks cease I get the courage to call out in the darkness, "Who comes here at the hour of the wolf?"
Silence. "Answer me!" Silence as well.
I stand up from my sitting position, discarding my rosary as it lays neglected on the floor. I slowly walk towards the large double doors, my bare feet planting on the cold stone.
My body reaches the door, fingers instinctively reaching out and grabbing onto the handle. I go to pull it but I hesitate. What was on the other side? A cat? A person? The killer?…
You only live once, if I am to die then I am to die, it is what the Seven want.
I use a lot of my strength to pull open one of the doors to reveal the cold to the warm.
As my eyes scour as much as the darkness allows me to see. I turn my head right, nothing. I turn my head left, a shadow.
I shriek out of shock, jumping as I look at the body before me. A man. He has scruffy black hair, a cocky grin and a scar above his lip.
"Greetings, Septa." He smirks, enjoying my reaction. Who was this man? "Greetings… how may I help you?…" My tone is sceptical, unsure.
"I need a place to rest until the morrow. Well, it already is, what I mean is when the sun rises." He flashes a charming but cocky smile, stepping slowing infront of me. He was tall and lean, towering over me.
"Of course, you could have just came inside you know? Come, step inside, you are always welcome at the Church." His smile widens and turns into a smirk. His eyes flashing an emotion I cannot put my finger on. But it wasn’t just an emotion. I swear I had saw his deep, dark eyes flash a bright red, but it was dark, the hour of the wolf, I am just tired.
I welcomed the young man inside, smiling politely as I let him in. Shutting the door, I do not realise the danger I face. I have just locked myself in an isolated Church with a Vampire. Gods help me…
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OMG I loved the hange one u wrote Tysm for that your writing is so pretty can I have a a similar one but with a house pet reader and Sachiko Juraku -🐢
Omfg!!! Yessss!!! Also so happy to see you twice today 🐢!(A reminder to everyone, dont repost or reblog without redit!)
Dating Sachiko Juraku as a Housepet

Oh you poor thing. How the hell did you get yourself in this situation??
You gambled yourself into this predicament, you thought you were good enough to fight a big dog.
How wrong you were
Sachiko Juraku, she saw you first when a bunch of guys were getting a bit too touchy. She watched for a few minutes before intervening.
"Why, hello there boys, if you dont mind, I'll be taking this pretty thing with me!"
She'll take you to a private, and unused classroom and look at you for a bit. She's never been this interested in someone before.
You became her little enigma. She stared at you some more, keeping her tight grip she pulled you closer. It was official. In her mind at least.
You became her new toy(soon to be girlfriend).
She started taking you with her everywhere. When she gambled, when she was doing council work, she's even taken you home.
Now, of course when you two officially start dating she acts differently. She treats you with more respect, and is nicer.
Don't forget your place though. She could have gotten rid of your debt, but she hasn't and she wont.
Why? You might ask. Well it's simple.
If you were to ever decide you didn't want the relationship, she could easily hold your debt over you. Use it.
She'll make a life plan for you to put it plainly.
She knows it wrong but she doesn't care. You're hers and she intends to keep it that way.
It doesn't really matter if you're a house pet or not, but she's protective as hell. As well as possessive. She owns you.
Mind. Body. Soul.
All of it, it's all hers, all of you is hers. She just loves you so damn much.
She definitely spoils you, 100% a sugar mommy once you two have an established relationship.
You want it? She's got it. You two are out on a lavish date and you see a pretty necklace, or a cute dress, maybe some nice shoes. Just say the word and it's yours. All of it.
Sachiko hates it when you have to leave. Wether it's for class or something else. It doesn't matter. She needs you by her side and she hates seeing you go.
Very touchy, she sees you as her property(especially when you're a house pet). She needs everyone to know you've been claimed.
She buys you a set of bracelets that have her first and last name on them. If her little pet gets lost she can always find you.(the cuffs have a tracking device in them)
If you didn't like her at first, it doesn't matter. You'll learn to love her(she kinda a yandere in general) you have to. She loves you and expects love, affection, and adoration.
She of course gives you all these things. In her own way.
When you two fight she usually waits it out. Even if she knows it's her fault she wont admit it. She'll wait for you to come crawling back.
After all without her protection who is going to save you from all the big, bad, mean men in the school. She might even order a few to bug you.
That's all she'll tell them to do though. Just bug you, if they dare do more...she'll kill them.
When you come crawling back she apologizes, in her own way. She buys you whatever you want. She usually does this but for about the next two to three weeks after your fight she's buying you things more than usual.
She'll even just give you straight cash if you want. You've learned this is her way of apologizing without having to be verbal.
You're her pet and even if you two fight she knows(as do you) you'll come back.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Oh... oh no. Just no. You are going to be in so much pain. I feel so bad for you, she's going to fuck you til you're raw.
Rough dom, she's hard, fast, and makes sure it hurts. She loves seeing you cry in pain, it brings her more pleasure than you'll ever know.
She'll bend you over any surface if she's horny enough. Her desk, a random surface in her house, a desk in an unused classroom. Anywhere.
Kinkyiest bitch you'll ever meet. She loves the strap specifically. She loves having you warm it, suck it, honestly she just loves destroying any hole she can get to.
Some days she's feeling more feral, she wants you raw. No toys, no lube, fucking nothing. She wants to naked with your legs spread out, ready for her and her alone.
Other days she feels the need to fuck you til you pass out. Those are the days when student council business isn't going as well as it should be.
She makes it hurt, she's quite the sadist after all.
She has a few special collars with different things ingrained in them. One says Mistresses Slut in a beautiful font. Another says GOOD GIRL in bold, glittery pink letters.
She even has one that says Property of Sachiko Juraku(theres a little tag that says how to return you to her) she loves the idea that her little pet is also her pet in the bedroom.
You want her? Beg, you dumb bitch. That's all you are, a dumb little bitch. You're useless for anything that doesn't involve getting your brains fucked out.
You need her, dont you? You need her strap, her fingers, ever her shoes to rut against like the slut you are.
Sachiko loves propping you up in front of the mirror, making you watch as she sluts you out. Making you watch as she turns that pretty brain of yours into rot.
That's all it needs to be anyway. Rot. It's not like you actually need your brain. You're her dumb bitch, her beautiful little pet that sits so prettily on her lap.
You know it, she knows it too. All you have to do is beg and she'll turn you into the good pet she knows you can be.
Shes just so rough with you and sometimes you need her to be gentle! You need slow and gentle!
She can and will provide that. Grant it you will make it up to her later.
She'll take you nice and slow with her strap, making sure it's deep. She start with slow thrusts getting faster,(and a bit rougher) but never getting past a certain point.
She spreads you out and talks you through it. These are one of your few real intimate moments. She wont do this until you're her official partner. Heavens no! She wouldn't be caught dead treating a house pet like this...
Unless you're her house pet! When you start officially dating and you work up the courage to ask her about this, she's more than willing.
Now as for aftercare, when you're just her house pet it was short and sweet. She cleaned you up a bit with a few reassuring words and then kicked you out.
It hurt, but when you start dating it's a whole new story.
She's so sweet, she cleans you up, gets you food, and turns on television for you.
You started keeping extra clothes in her office and her house in case it was too much and you needed to stay longer than intended.
She loves you, even if she don't act it, you're hers. Her plaything, her slut, her pet, her lover, her beautiful little thing. You're hers and that is something that throughout your entire relationship she will remind you of.

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Behind The Frozen Gaze, 07 | Yoongi
Summary: Y/n's family is burdened with significant debt and has gone into hiding to escape the dangerous Yoongi. After a year of living in secrecy, Yoongi tracks them down and in exchange for getting rid of the debt, Y/n's family is forced to give Y/n to Yoongi. Reluctantly, Y/n is forced to marry Yoongi to save her family from ruin.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: 18+
Genre: angst
WC: 2,957
Warning: angst, swearing, guns
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~ Yoongi's POV ~
I arrived at Y/n's parents house, spotted Mingi's car, walked over to him, he lowered the window and I said " You can go now. "
He nod his head and said " Yes, boss. "
I walked over to the front door, rang the doorbell, the door opened, Ha-joon's eyes widened when she saw me, I barged in the house without saying a word, she closed the door, looked at me and said " W-What are you doing here? "
" You know why I'm here. So, you slapped my wife and call her a slut huh?! "
Ha-joon gulped, shook her head and said " No, I would never do that to my daughter. Where did you heard that from? "
I walked over to her, she backed up, her back hit the wall, I stood in front of her and said " Don't fucking lie to me! My men told me. "
" Don't you fucking yell at me! Who do you think you are? This is my house, you need to show me some respect! "
" Oh.. I have to show YOU respect? After what you did to my wife? I don't think so. "
" Whatever she said to you is a lie. I- "
I threw the vase on the wall causing broken glass go all over the floor and shouted " Don't fucking interrupt me when I'm talking! You know what? I should send my men to go see your precious little son and- "
Ha-joon shook her head, go down on her knees and shouted " No, please don't hurt my son! Please Yoongi, I'll do anything. Please! "
I slapped her face which caused her to fall to the floor, she cupped her cheek with her hand, cried and I shouted " How do you like that huh?! Nobody hurts my wife, do you hear me?! "
She didn't say anything, I grabbed a fist fold of her hair, yanked on it, moved her head back and said " I asked you a question! "
" Yes! " She sobbed.
I let go of her hair, grabbed my gun from my back pocket, her eyes widened, shook her head and said " No, please! "
" If you disrespect my wife ever again, I'll do what I should've done to your son from the start. Do you hear me?! "
She nod her head fast and said " Yes, yes, Yoongi. I won't, I promise! "
" If you tell anyone about this, I'll come back and kill you and your family. Do you understand? "
" Yes! "
I put my gun back in my pocket, looked at her and said " Get up. "
She quickly got up, sobbed, I rolled my eyes and said " Stop fucking crying you're getting in my nerves. "
" I-I'm sorry. "
I looked at the broken glass on the floor from the vase, point at it and said " Clean this shit up. "
" You're the one who broke it. " She mumbled.
I clenched my jaw and said " I'm sorry, what was that? Are you trying to say something? "
She shook her head and I said " I thought so. Now clean this shit up, I'm leaving. Remember what I said. "
She nod her head, I walked out of the house to my car and stopped when I heard Ha-joon shouted " Tell your wife to stay the fuck away from ME and my family. She's not fucking welcome here and if she comes near my daughter I- "
Oh now you've done it. I was trying to be nice to you and now you're going to get it..
I took my gun out from my back pocket, loaded it up, turned around, walked over to her and said " The fuck you say bitch? "
She quickly slammed the door shut, I banged on the door and shouted " Open the fucking door! "
" No! Please, I'm sorry! "
I pointed the gun to the window, shot 4 times, heard Ha-joon screamed, glass shattered, I got in the house through the window, when Ha-joon saw me her eyes widened, and ran to a room.
I ran after her, grabbed a fist fold of her hair, pulled on it, threw her on the floor and said " What are you going to do huh? Tell me, what are you going to do my wife? "
She sobbed, didn't say anything, I laughed and said " You're fucking quiet now aren't you? Now you're really pissed me off. "
" Please, Yoongi I- "
" Shut the fuck up. Stop talking! " I took my phone out and called Namjoon.
" Who are you on the phone with? " Ha-joon said.
Namjoon: Hello?
Me: Go to Dae-hyun, you know what to do.
Namjoon: Yes boss.
I hanged up the call, Ha-joon sobbed " No, please! Don't hurt Dae-hyun I'm begging you! "
I pulled her hair causing her to get up, threw her on the couch, put my gun on her temple and said " Call Y/n now. "
Ha-joon's shaking hands grabbed her phone from the coffee table, looked at me and said " W-What am I going to say? "
" Apologize to her. "
" For what? "
I pressed the gun on her temple harder and said " Do as I say. "
" Okay, okay. "
" And put it on speaker. "
Ha-joon nod her head and said " I will, can you move that gun away from me? "
" I will after you finished apologizing to my wife. Now call her. "
Ha-joon called Y/n and she answered it:
Y/n: Hello?
Ha-joon: Y/n, sweetheart, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you earlier. I wasn't myself, I've been dealing with some problems and I let them all out on you. Please forgive me, I feel so bad. I would never hurt you again, I promise.
Y/n: * Silence *
Ha-joon: Y/n? Did you hear what I said?
Y/n: ... Yes, I did. Look, um, I gotta go. Bye. * Call Ended *
Ha-joon looked at me and said " There, happy? Now, tell me what you're going to do with Dae-hyun? "
I lowered my gun, ignored her as I'm walking out of the house with her sobbing from behind me, " Please, please let me know what you're doing my son! "
I got in the car, drove off, looked at the rear view mirror, saw her running to the direction where their restaurant is at screaming his name.
~ Y/n's POV ~
I found the call with my Mom odd, she never calls me sweetheart and she never apologizes for hurting me..
I heard from behind me " Everything okay Mrs. Min? "
I turned around, looked at Hana and said " Yes, I'm fine. "
~ Dae-hyun's POV ~
I am here in the family restaurant with my wife and all of the sudden I heard someone calling my name, I rushed out of the restaurant and saw my Mom sobbing crying my name out.
" Mom? "
She ran to me, gave me a hug, sobbed, holding me tight, " Mom, what's wrong? "
She pulled away, looked at me and said " You're okay, you're really okay. Nothing happened to you, right? "
" What do you mean? What happened to your cheek? It's red. "
~ Ha-joon's POV ~
I wiped my tears, saw a man in a black car which I assumed it's one of Yoongi's men because he shook his head at me with a gun in his hand on the steering wheel, I gulped and said " I-I got followed home and they broke into the house and robbed me. "
" What?! " Dae-hyun shouted.
I grabbed his hand, pulled him inside the restaurant, my heart is racing fast when I saw the guy stepped out of his car, he walked inside the restaurant, glared at me, Dae-hyun looked at his wife and told her what happened.
I watched as the man took out a water bottle from the fridge, walked over to us, I felt my legs starting to shake, he set the water bottle down on the table, Dae-hyun looked at him and said " Is that all? "
The man nod his head, Dae-hyun told him how much it is, the man took his wallet, took the money out and whispered to only I can hear " If you tell him, you know what will happen. "
I gulped, Dae-hyun's wife looked at me and said " Did you saw the robbers face? "
The guy gave the money to Dae-hyun, grabbed the water bottle, walked away, I let out a sigh with relief that he didn't hurt my son.
We really need to move.. I don't think I can handle another moment like this.. I don't want anything to happen to my family and Y/n needs to tell her husband to stay away.
~ Yoongi's POV ~
I am on my way home, I pulled over to call Namjoon to see if Ha-joon told her precious son about what happened.
Namjoon: Yes boss?
Me: Did she say anything?
Namjoon: No, she told Ha-joon that she got followed home and she got robbed.
Me: That'll teach her not to hurt my wife. See you when you get to the mansion. * Hanged up *
~ Ha-eun's POV ~
" Calm down Ha-eun! " Bo-Ri begged me.
I threw everything off my vanity desk, sobbed hard, grabbed a vase, threw it on the wall, I gasped for air and shouted " WHY?! WHY DID HE MARRIED HER?! HE SHOULD'VE MARRIED ME!! "
" Ha-eun! " Bo-Ri shouted.
I pulled on my hair, screamed out to the top of my lungs, got down on my knees, sobbed harder and shouted " HE SHOULD'VE BEEN WITH ME!! I LOVED HIM FIRST! "
I looked at Bo-Ri, got up, walked over to her and said " I'm going to kill her. * Laughed * She took him away from me, she doesn't deserve him. He's MINE and she won't get away with this. "
" Ha-eun, you're scaring me. " Bo-Ri backed away from me.
I laughed hard, walked over to my walk in closet, opened the door that has my shrine of Yoongi that has pictures of him, grabbed his jacket that I stole from his room, bring it up to my nose, took a sniff of his colonge, closed my eyes, moved the jacket away, and smiled as I'm looking at his picture.
" When I get rid of that bitch, you're going to be all mine. Nobody will come in between us my love. " I leaned in and kissed the photo.
I looked at Bo-Ri, smiled hard and said " When I get married to Min Yoongi, you're going to be my maid of honor. "
~ Bo-Ri's POV ~
This bitch needs help..
~ Y/n's POV ~
I am here in the living room reading a book, I heard footsteps walking to me, I looked up, Mrs. Min stood in front of me and said " You think you run this house because you married my son, well, you think wrong. "
I stood up, looked at her and said " I didn't even do anything to you. Why are you treating me like this? "
" Don't talk back! Wait until my husband comes home tonight, he's going to put you in your place. You don't belong here. You would NEVER become a member of the Min family. "
I was forced to be in this family, I don't have a choice..
Before I could say anything, she walked away, I let out a sigh, walked to the kitchen, Areum looked at me and said " Do you need anything sweetheart? "
" Could I have a glass of water? "
She nod her head and said " Of course. "
Areum walked over to the cabinet, grabbed a cup, poured some water, gave it to me, I thanked her, took a sip out of the water, looked at her and said " Areum, is it true that Mr. Min, Yoongi's Dad is coming tonight? "
" Yes, he is. "
I heard footsteps walking to the kitchen, Yoongi looked at me and said " I need to talk to you. "
I nod my head, followed Yoongi to his office, we sat down, I drank my water, and Yoongi said " As you know, my father is coming tonight. "
" Yes, your mother told me. "
" He's coming along with my little brother Yonhae. I gotta warn you though, Yonhae can be a little flirt. "
" Can I ask you something? "
" Depends what it is. "
" How old are you? "
" 32. "
He's 7 years older than me.
I gulped, shivers go down my spine as I'm thinking about how he had his men grabbing me and threw me in the car with a gun to my head, I looked at him and said " What do you do? "
The door knocked, Yoongi looked at the door and said " Come in. "
The door opened, the guy with the lip piercing looked at us and said " Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know- "
" What is it, Jungkook? "
" Uh, Minho called and told me to leave a message. "
Yoongi nod his head, looked at me and said " Would you mind stepping out so me and Jungkook can talk? "
" Sure. " I stood up and walked out of the office.
I walked over to my room, set my cup down on the nightstand, laid down on the bed, opened the first drawer from the nightstand, grabbed my laptop and go on Netlix to watch a movie.
**
I heard voices coming from downstairs, I set my laptop down on the bed, got off, walked out of the room to down the stairs, I got to the living room, and saw a man that looked similar to Yoongi.
He looked at me, looked at Yoongi and said " So, this is your wife? "
Yoongi looked at me, nod his head and said " Yes, that's her. "
The guy walked over to me and said " Hello, I'm Yongmin. Yoongi's Dad. "
" Hi, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you. "
" Nice to meet you too. "
I looked at Mrs. Min, she glared at me, a guy walked over to me and said " Hello, I'm Yonhae. I gotta say, I have a very beautiful sister in law. "
" Yonhae. " Yongmin glared at him.
Yonhae smiled and Seo-ah shouted " Areum! "
Footsteps ran to the dining room, Areum looked at Seo-ah and said " Yes? "
" Is the food ready? "
Areum nod her head and said " Yes, the dining table is all set up. "
Seo-ah nod her head and said " Okay, that's all. "
Areum walked to the kitchen, we walked over to the dining room, sat down, began to eat, Yonhae looked at me and said " How old are you Y/n? "
" I'm 25. "
Yonhae smiled and said " Same age as me. "
I looked at Yoongi who is glaring at Yonhae and he said " Shut up and eat your food. "
Yonhae looked at Yoongi and said " Chill, I just wanted to get to know my sister in law. "
Seo-ah looked at him and said " Why do you need to get to know her? Their marriage isn't real. "
Yongmin glared at Seo-ah and said " Watch it, Seo-ah. "
" What? It's the truth! He should've married Ha-eun instead. She's a perfect fit to be his bride. "
Yoongi looked at his Mom and said " I don't want to hear it. "
" Why not? "
" Don't start Seo-ah! " Yongmin shouted at her.
" You need to mind your own business, it's not up to you on who I marry. It's my life! " Yoongi shouted.
Yoongi and his Mom argued, I jumped a little when Yongmin slammed his hands on the table and shouted " SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU! "
Seo-ah looked at her husband and said " Yongmin! "
" I don't want to fucking hear it. Shut up! "
This reminds me back at home..
" Why can't you be on my side with this?! I don't approve of her being his wife. Why aren't you putting her in her place? She doesn't belong here! "
" You better shut up, don't talk about my wife like that. She has every right to be here. "
His Mom pushed her chair back, looked at her husband and said " You, me, in the bedroom right now. We need to talk. "
" Sit back down, we don't need to have this conversation. It's already been done. Get over it. " Yongmin said.
" No, I'm not getting over it. "
" What did I tell you? Huh? I said to don't disrespect my wife and look what you're doing? " Yoongi said.
" If you're not going to eat Seo-ah, leave. " Yongmin said.
Yongmin scoffed and said " What kind of husband are you?! Can't even side with your wife? You're going to let your son treat me like this?! "
Yongmin got up, walked over to her, grabbed her arm, dragged her out of the dining room, she shouted " Get your fucking hand off me! "
" Shut up! "
A door slammed which made me jump a little, Yoongi slammed his fist on the table, got up, walked away, slammed the door, I felt Yonhae put his hand on my back and said " Sorry you had to see that. "
I looked at him and said " It's okay, I'm used to it. It's like that back at home. "
" I'm sorry. "
" It's okay. "
" Eat your food, it's getting cold. "
I nod my head and we ate while getting to know each other.
**
It is 12am, I am laying down in bed reading my book, I heard the door knocked, I put the bookmark in, closed the book, I got out of bed and walked to the door.
I opened it, saw Yoongi, he gave me this black bag, before I could say anything he walked away to his room and closed the door behind him. I stepped back, closed the door, walked over to the bed, set the bag down, looked what's inside the bag, there's some chocolates, chips and ice cream.
These are my favorites.
Is this his way of apologizing about what happened earlier?
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If Helaena was more active, that would require writing new plot bits / dedicate her extra scenes, and who needs that when she is an NPC with no notable actions in this story ? Helaena was not an important character in the book, and it limits her show version because there is no space for her actions in the plot. That’s why she isn’t allowed to actively try and do something, unlike pretty much every other Targ with visions. Writers just noticed that it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is, so they decided to give her a gimmick ability of pointless predictions that casual watchers may find interesting. Her muttering vague spoilers while being ignored doesn’t require time or extra work, costs nothing but creates some illusion of character depth, mystery and importance.
Basically she is “letting her dreams guide her” to the window instead of boringly jumping into it because she is now fancy cute special magical girl.
Helaena was not an important character in the book, and it limits her show version because there is no space for her actions in the plot. That’s why she isn’t allowed to actively try and do something, unlike pretty much every other Targ with visions. Writers just noticed that it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is, so they decided to give her a gimmick ability of pointless predictions that casual watchers may find interesting.
I think it's more of what I describe HERE, HERE, esp HERE. Because while she has only two lines/actions of note before her descent into grief-madness and suicide in the book:
Princess Helaena was breaking her fast with her children when the Kingsguard came to her…but when asked the whereabouts of Prince Aegon, her brother and husband, she said only, “He is not in my bed, you may be sure. Feel free to search beneath the blankets."
("The Blacks and the Greens") “Scream and you all die,” Blood told Her Grace. Queen Helaena kept her calm, it is said. “Who are you?” she demanded of the two. “Debt collectors,” said Cheese. “An eye for an eye, a son for a son. We only want the one, t’ square things. Won’t hurt the rest o’ you fine folks, not one lil’ hair. Which one you want t’ lose, Your Grace?” ("A Son for a Son")
you can can still develop a character from these actions/words (again, look to that last linked post). It's not impossible, bc there iss till action and context and how she is used/relates to her family by how they conduct themselves, why they are usurping Rhaenyra, what justifications they use, the entire point of the Dance and its effect, and their own values. To think about the effect that may have on Helaena in conjuction w/what we see above in the quotes: how can/could she have become that.
So if the writers did feel this:
it is impossible to get rid of her entirely despite how passive she is in the book and how non-character she is
they aren't very imaginative or observant as they think. So I also still agree that it partially comes from egotistical, intellectual laziness:
Her muttering vague spoilers while being ignored doesn’t require time or extra work, costs nothing but creates some illusion of character depth, mystery and importance.
Helaena of the orig story may not do great actions aside from kill herself in such a graphic way (GRRM again with the graphic violence women go through being the starkest thing they do), but it's worse when you make her even more passive by making her keep her dreams to herself and using them to make her seem more mysterious than she is. And Helaena actually was important plot wise--mechanically--bc it is her Sophie's Choice then suicide that comes to Rhaenyra's having to flee KL, as GRRM mentions in his deleted Sept 4 blog post.
Because the other thing is that mystery in ASoIaF usually works as a mystery when there is non-revealing information suggested to both the characters AND readers; whereas HotD Helaena's "mystery" is known to the audience but not the characters & thus it really doesn't hit and is not real "mystery" so much as futility and an attempt at pleasing some in the audience at the expense of developing her.
Which is another reason why she feels so empty and is still not that compelling for many people in the audience.
#helaena's characterization#asoiaf asks to me#helaena targaryen#hotd characterization#hotd writing#fandom discussion#hotd sexism#hotd wrongs#asoiaf writing
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Started to write it but don't get much motivation for it.
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Jounouchi × Hirutani, gang setting, smut and toxic/unbalanced relationship.
“Oh shit !” He bites his lip when he feels him go deeper in him, he didn’t remember when the good boy praise turned into this. At first, he was just a teen watching for some attention, a little diamond to polish like he said, but everything ran faster than him and here he was, playing the slut for his boss, at least it felt good.
“Seen like you enjoy it, hm?” Hirutani pulls his hair and makes him go farther on his dick. He only knows how to do rough sex, going fast and hard on him.
Jounouchi gets a shuddered breath before a last devastating thrust on his prostate pushes him over the edge, and he cums into the wall he is pressed on. He can hear Hirutani grunting in his neck before grabbing his hip with force to cum in turn, inside him.
“Good, I need a shower.” Jounouchi passes his hand in his hair before putting back his underwear and pants, he doesn't want to feel all the semen running over his tights. The boss does the same after cleaning himself, he throws some tissues at him.
“At least clean my wall Jou” Looking annoyed.
Jounouchi rolls his eyes.
“I was thinking you loved my art, boss.” cleaning the wall without waiting.
“If you have finished, I will go back home.” walking past him.
“Don’t be late tomorrow for your match.”
“Yeah yeah.” Waving him goodbye.
In the shower, finally safe in his home, he fingers himself to get rid of Hiratuni's remains. He liked the sex but he was always annoyed when he did it raw on him, cleaning all this mess took too long.
Hiratuni gave him safety and all he needed, in exchange Jounouchi just had to help him with money. Until he became a little star of illegal boxing he was collecting the debt of others, ironic when you knew he had his own father's debt to pay.
He uses his fist a lot and he loves that, the rush of adrenaline when his fist touches other's skin, the feel of blood between his fingers, he was born a natural fighter.
Sex was just a bonus.
***
The next day he was preparing himself in the locker room, as a regular winner he has more privacy than others. The privilege to make the money flow.
He can see his boss speaking with some money bags when he puts his shoes on. He starts to band his hands, habitually Hiratuni helps him with it and it was annoying to do it alone but business doesn't wait in this world.
“Look at this mess” Hiratuni sighs before he sits before him, taking his hand. “Can’t you wait for 5 min?” He starts to redo the bandage on Jounouchi’s hand.
“What was that?” Pointing his chin where the rich man was standing minutes ago.
“One more to ask for your price, Jou.” Smiling at him. “They really think they can get my champion out of my hands.”
Jounouchi just hm at that. He doesn’t know if it was a good idea to get out of the gang, it was comfortable and secure. He knows what was before him. Yes Hiratuni had his temper, but he was more family than anything he knew.
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i dont think im a capitalist, but the way my brain thinks about money makes me feel like one.
like i think ab that popular post about not keeping any money around, and just trying to get rid of money as fast as possible as a reaction to being poor
and i jus dont get it cuz I'm a dragon. i hoard my money. every cent wasted drags on me for some undetermined amount of time. Every dollar gained is fitted into my finances- same with the losses. I make tip money with my job so throughout the week I'm constantly evaluating and reevaluating how much money i have and how much is going towards bills and necessities and how much I can use for food and how much I can use for play. Whenever I buy something I recalibrate and re-restrict myself on my spending.
I add my coins and my cash and my savings and my bank account all separately, and slot out plans for my coins, for my debit account, for my cash, and for any leftover for savings or for credit card debt. All of these numbers constantly cycle through my head, and the first thing I plan while planning trips or anything is the cost. How much will it cost? How much do I have to set aside, how much will I need in the moment? When is my paycheck coming in, how much of that will be left at that time? What parts of the trip do we pay for ahead of time, so it doesn't count into the money I'll have day of the trip? And I do this for every. Single. Aspect. Sometimes it's more exact numbers, sometimes it's ballpark. But I always always always always check the numbers. I have to keep account of my money. I have to make sure there's enough for me to not fucking panic.
#personal#finances#now are people gonna come in and call me a capitalist bc of my anxiety over money? we'll find out
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
April 19, 2023
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
APR 20, 2023
The debt ceiling crisis has brought the difference between Biden Democrats and the modern Republican Party into sharp relief. The debt ceiling is not about future spending; future spending is debated when Congress takes up the budget. The debt ceiling is a curious holdover from the past, when Congress actually wanted to enable the government to be flexible in its borrowing rather than holding the financial reins too tightly. In the era of World War I, when the country needed to raise a lot of money fast, Congress stopped passing specific revenue measures and instead set a cap on how much money the government could borrow through all of the different instruments it used. Beginning in the 1980s, though, Republicans began to use the debt ceiling as a political cudgel because if it is not raised when Congress spends more than it has the ability to repay, the country will default on its debts. Republicans focused on cutting taxes, initially promising that tax cuts would not require any cuts to services because they would nurture the economy so effectively that tax revenues would increase despite the cuts. Immediately, though, both deficits—the difference between what the government spends and what it takes in—and the debt, which is the total sum that the government owes, ballooned. That skyrocketing debt means that Congress repeatedly has to increase the amount that the Treasury borrows to pay the country’s bills. That is, it must lift the debt ceiling. Congress has raised the debt ceiling more than 100 times since it first went into effect, including 18 times under Ronald Reagan as well as 3 times under former president Donald Trump. The United States has never defaulted on its debt. When Republicans threatened to push a debt crisis in late 2021, Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen warned that a default “could trigger a spike in interest rates, a steep drop in stock prices, and other financial turmoil. Our current economic recovery would reverse into recession, with billions of dollars of growth and millions of jobs lost.” It would jeopardize the status of the U.S. dollar as the international reserve currency. Financial services firm Moody's Analytics warned that a default would cost up to 6 million jobs, create an unemployment rate of nearly 9%, and wipe out $15 trillion in household wealth. Now House Republicans under speaker Kevin McCarthy are insisting they will force the country into default unless Biden and the Democrats abandon their legislative program and do what the Republicans want. And what they want is to enact a drastic version of the Republican platform of the past 40 years. Today, McCarthy introduced a 320-page measure that would address the deficit and growing debt by drastic cuts to government programs across the board. It is largely a wish list of right-wing demands such as a repeal of key measures of the Inflation Reduction Act, including those addressing climate change and funding the Internal Revenue Service; additional requirements to qualify for benefit programs; and getting rid of the program to forgive certain student debt. It would lift the debt ceiling only for a year, meaning the government would be right back to negotiating over it almost immediately. There are two things at work behind this demand. The first is that the Republicans are in such extraordinary disarray that they are unable to put forward a budget—which is part of the normal process of funding the government—because they are unable to agree on one that can get enough votes to pass the House. Different factions in the party want cuts that, even if they could get through the House, would never pass the Senate, and the farthest-right group of lawmakers have indicated they won’t agree to anything. With this grab-bag measure, McCarthy is trying to cover all his bases, but already some of his conference is torn that it goes too far…or not far enough. That inability to get their way through normal political channels illustrates the larger story behind the Republicans' position: they want to destroy the government as it has existed since 1933, but since that government is actually quite popular, they cannot get the cuts they want by going through normal legislative procedures. Instead, they are trying to get their demands by holding the rest of us hostage. It is notable that while the Republicans are willing to slash education, food safety, and so on, they want to preserve the Trump tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations that cost the Treasury $2 trillion. Their stated concern for financial responsibility is also undermined by the reality that repealing the funding for the woefully understaffed IRS is expected to cost the Treasury $124 billion as wealthy tax cheats continue to avoid enforcement. McCarthy is doubling down on his debt ceiling demands in part because the Republican base is wedded to Trump, which means the Republican Party is now wedded to Trump, and Trump insists that Republicans must use the debt ceiling to get what they want. Early hopes that they could run a Trump-like candidate without the Trump baggage—someone like Florida governor Ron DeSantis—are starting to fade. Today, Matt Dixon of NBC News reported that although the DeSantis team asked him to hold off on an endorsement, the co-chair of the Florida congressional delegation, Vern Buchanan, has endorsed Trump. Buchanan said that Trump will “get our economy back on track,” including lowering taxes and “promoting America-first trade deals.” A former chair of the Florida Chamber of Commerce, Buchanan is one of the wealthiest members of Congress. He clearly continues to believe that the key to boosting the economy is more tax cuts and is willing to accept all the other pieces of another Trump presidency—Trump has recently called for vengeance against his enemies, replacing civil servants with his own loyalists, and attacking Mexico—so long as the United States government embraces the supply side economics the Republicans have advanced since 1981. President Joe Biden contrasted his own vision for the United States to that of the Republicans when he spoke today at the International Union of Operating Engineers Local 77 in Accokeek, Maryland, in a corrugated-steel garage. His own vision, he reiterated, calls for building the economy from the middle out and the bottom up, not from the top down. He outlined how the Democrats’ many investments in infrastructure and manufacturing have benefitted working- and middle-class Americans, while Republicans have sought to cut those investments and cut taxes for the wealthy. Biden wants to address the deficit by rolling back Republican tax cuts on the wealthy and on corporations, saying it’s high time they paid their fair share. McCarthy is trying to spin the crisis in his own conference as Biden “playing partisan games,” and Republicans say they hope that passing their measure will force Biden to negotiate over the debt ceiling. But Biden has steadfastly refused to negotiate over the credit of the government, although says he is quite happy to negotiate over the budget, which is part of the normal legislative process. House minority leader Hakeem Jeffries backed up Biden, saying: “The United States of America must always pay bills already incurred without gamesmanship, brinksmanship, or partisanship. House Democrats will oppose any effort to hold the economy hostage as part of any scheme by Extreme MAGA Republicans to jam its right-wing agenda down the throats of the American people.” Their refusal to negotiate over the nation’s finances puts them in good company. We have seen a scenario just like this one before. In 1879, when the positions of the parties were reversed, Democratic former Confederates won control of Congress for the first time since the Civil War. Once in power, they banded together, demanded the leadership of key committees—which the exceedingly weak speaker gave them—and set out to make the Republican president, Rutherford B. Hayes, stop protecting Black voters by refusing to fund the government until he caved. Southern Democrats told newspapers they had blundered when they fought on the battlefields: far better to control the country from within Congress. Extremist newspapers threatened violence as they called for Congress members to “drive or starve Mr. Hayes into signing a bill that sweeps these obnoxious laws out of existence.” House minority leader James Garfield (R-OH) noted: “They will let the government perish for want of supplies.” “If this is not revolution, which if persisted in will destroy the government, [then] I am wholly wrong in my conception of both the word and the thing.” A Civil War veteran who had seen battle at Shiloh and Chickamauga, Garfield understood revolution. Hayes stood firm, recognizing that allowing a radical minority of the opposition party to dictate to the elected government by holding it hostage would undermine the system set up in the Constitution. The parties fought it out for months until, in the end, the American people turned against the Democrats, who backed down. In the next presidential election, which had been supposed to be a romp for the Democrats, voters put Garfield, the Republican who had stood against the former Confederates, into the White House.
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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN
HEATHER COX RICHARDSON
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"The Lord's Prayer." From the Book of Revelation, 21: 1-4.
If there is, shall we say, one problem on this planet, it is being caused by the City of Jerusalem. Everything that troubles man at this moment is somehow tied to the dual occupancy of Jerusalem and its perceived future occpancy by the filth, who lust after it night and day.
So much blood has been shed over this place and its surroundings, an endless chord of blasphemies against the Holy Spirit by persons who believe false things and are willing to kill to avoid exposure to their own reflections. John does not predict anything hopeful for these persons, like the Catholics, Mormons, and Jehovah's Worthlesses who pine away all day long about it openly threatening alonside their President to kill every Jew and Muslim on the planet in order to satisfy their dregs.
You have all given them permission to do this.
John withdraws that permisison now calling for a New Heaven and a New Earth. The Number is 2890, ךחץ, techachatz, "the grind."
To grind is "to send an army fast, capture and do not allow escape" of the enemies of God. Grinding means to apprehend evil men and women at spear point.
"This does not so much refer to the spear as an individual weapon but rather as signature instrument of a formation of soldiers: a interwoven hedge of deeply disciplined fighters whose personal identities are overwhelmed by an all-consuming fidelity to their company, and who derive their actions from their years of training, military wisdom and concern for the man to their left, rather than from their immediate feelings and private impulses."
None of us deserves to live under the cudgel of the filth. The police and the government are not rising to the occasion and they simply must do it. What can ordinary persons do to help motivate the lawyers and the police and the armies and finally rid the planet of war, religious crap shit and create a safe zone for living things in every section of this world? John tells us below:
A New Heaven and a New Earth
21 Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,”[a] for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. 2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.
3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.
4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’[b] or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
The Values in Gematria are:
v. 1-2: I saw a new heaven. The Number is 15341, י״השמא, yethisma, "the Lord's Prayer."
9 “This, then, is how you should pray:
“‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, 10 your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. 11 Give us today our daily bread. 12 And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. 13 And lead us not into temptation,[a] but deliver us from the evil one.[b]’
-Matthew 6.
Practically everyone on the planet knows the word's to these founding salient thoughts behind our civilization.
Why then are terrorists from the Christian Post and Family Research Council, Heritage Foundation, Mclean Bible Church, the LDS, all fungal fruiting bodies affiliated with the Republican Party and Vatican being allowed to close a drag net around all of us with impunity, choking the life out of us?
Which aspect of the Lord's Prayer or the Sermon on the Mount are they or we acting upon?
v. 3: Look, God's dwelling place is among the people! The Number is 12650, יבםן, yevmen, "where did you come from? do you believe?"
v. 4: He will wipe every tear from every eye. The Number is 9707, ץזאֶפֶסז, tzazoapasez, "tell the angry asses to get out and go away."
The secondary Gemara is ךחץי״השמאיבם זזפאס, techachatzayethashma'ivm zazfas, "The arrows of the hearer are the same as his questions. You have to pass naming and labeling."
As intriguing as I find this, it just makes me feel like I know less about this religious stuff than ever. John and the rest of the scribes did not have the capability to either create an alphanumeric system like the one we have found in Hebrew nor could they have written the volume of scripture with such a complicated metadata underneath it. Further they did not know know a word of English, nor did they have enough ink, paper, or the literacy needed to do it. The presence of hidden messages in these permutations of English translations of Hebrew and Greek scriptures is without a doubt a miracle of God.
Even still, the Script says the same things, all oppression of the Self must end. Arrest them, kill them all, off with their heads, I don't care how you do it, I want my life back and I want to spend it with real people who know who they are and value being happy in all the appropriate ways. If you don't happen to understand this yet, reread the Lord's Prayer.
Hidden well below the surface of the English and Hebrew script are words that suggest life itself is just an arrow, Kabbalah, which exists only if a trained eye can find the target in the distance, draw the bowstring back in just the right waym and know exactly when to let the arrow go. The mind and the faculties are the same. One must not motivate oneself to act unless one's desires are intelligent, just, and reflect the final purposes of the creator which we understand to be peace on earth and goodwill towards men. If you are not acting in this capacity or are unsure this is an easy problem to address...simply repent.
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i like how i've gotten two baked goods from the amish market closest to me in the past week that weren't labeled as being made with nuts (my only food allergy; ALL tree nuts/peanuts, which can throw me into bad full-body hives, difficulty breathing/swallowing, dizziness/disorientation, and then eventually anaphylaxis at the worst end), but upon eating one earlier this week and the other tonight, it feels like i've gotten some degree of an allergic reaction to both of them. not just one! but both.
i took two benadryl once i started to feel weird, and i now have my epipen on my desk directly within my reach if i start to feel any worse than this. my sandals are nearby, too, just in case i need to jab myself and then floor it to the hospital (i'd rather drive myself to the ER while racing against the onset of anaphylaxis, versus calling an ambulance that'd put me into debt just to step inside of for any reason... and i've already driven myself there under these exact allergic circumstances at least two other times in the past; welcome to america)
fuck, i hate my nut allergies so much. i'm also allergic to pollen and bee stings, but those are much less severe, and can be easily bypassed by respectively taking an antihistamine and just leaving bees the hell alone (i haven't been stung since maybe the late 2000s). i hate that eating/drinking anything that turned out to be either made with nuts or got cross-contaminated with them at some point is enough to fucking kill me in the most slow and horrifying way possible if i don't react to it fast enough. this is the one damn allergy i wish that i could get rid of the most. i hate feeling like i'm playing russian roulette damn near every time that i try some new food/drink that honestly does taste good in hindsight.
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What is Liquidation and How to Liquidate Surplus Goods Quickly
In the fast-paced world of business, companies often face the challenge of surplus goods. Whether due to overstock, discontinued products, or seasonal inventory, managing surplus can be costly and inefficient. One effective solution to clear excess inventory and recover capital is liquidation. In this blog, we’ll explain what liquidation is and how to liquidate surplus goods quickly, including online liquidation, and how businesses can leverage services from liquidation companies in India or use liquidation pallets.

What is Liquidation?
Liquidation is the process of selling off a company’s assets, including surplus inventory, in order to pay off debts or close down operations. It typically involves converting goods into cash by selling them quickly, often at a discounted price. For businesses with excess inventory, liquidation helps clear space and recover some capital.
Liquidation can occur in different forms:
Voluntary liquidation: The company decides to liquidate its assets.
Involuntary liquidation: Forced by creditors or a legal mandate when a company cannot pay its debts.
For businesses with surplus goods, liquidation is a fast and effective way to minimize losses, and it doesn’t necessarily have to mean closing down operations.
How to Liquidate Surplus Goods Quickly
If you’re looking to liquidate surplus goods quickly, here are several strategies you can use to efficiently sell excess inventory:
1. Use Online Liquidation Platforms: With the rise of digital marketplaces, online liquidation has become a popular choice for businesses looking to liquidate goods fast. Platforms like eBay, ValueShoppe, Indiamart, and specialized liquidation sites allow you to reach a wider audience and sell goods at a discounted rate. These platforms are ideal for businesses looking to get rid of overstock or discontinued items quickly and can help you turn surplus inventory into cash.
In addition to these global platforms, some dedicated liquidation companies in India offer online platforms where businesses can list their surplus goods. These companies often have an established network of buyers, allowing for quicker sales and better pricing.
2. Partner with Liquidation Companies in India: If you want to expedite the liquidation process, working with a professional liquidation company in India can save you time and effort. These companies specialize in managing large-scale liquidation, offering services that help you sell your surplus goods efficiently. They have networks of buyers who are looking for bulk inventory, making it easier to offload large quantities of surplus goods quickly.
Some of the services provided by liquidation companies in India include:
Bulk selling to wholesale buyers.
Customized liquidation plans tailored to your business needs.
Auction services for high-value or specialized items.
Online liquidation options to reach a wider audience.
By partnering with a liquidation company, you can avoid the hassle of individually listing each product, saving both time and resources.
3. Sell Liquidation Pallets
One popular option for liquidating surplus goods is selling liquidation pallets. Liquidation pallets are bulk packages of mixed or unsorted inventory sold in bulk to buyers, often at a steep discount. These pallets can contain a wide range of products, from electronics to clothing, and are typically sold to wholesalers, resellers, or even individual buyers who are willing to purchase in bulk.

For businesses in India, selling liquidation pallets can be an effective strategy. You can work with liquidation companies to bundle and sell your surplus inventory in pallet form. Buyers of liquidation pallets often seek to resell the goods for a profit, so this can be an excellent way to clear out stock quickly.
4. Host a Flash Sale or Discount Event
If you’re working with smaller quantities or want to clear goods faster, hosting a flash sale or running a discount promotion is an effective strategy. By offering significant markdowns on surplus items, you can generate interest and create a sense of urgency. This strategy works well on both physical retail spaces and B2B websites.
5. Donate Surplus Goods
If your surplus inventory is difficult to sell or you want to benefit from a charitable gesture, donating goods to charity can be another form of liquidation. Although you may not recoup the full value of the goods, donations can help improve your company’s public image, and you may qualify for tax deductions.
Benefits of Liquidation
Liquidating surplus goods quickly offers several benefits:
Free up storage space: Liquidation clears up space for new stock and reduces storage costs.
Recover capital: Even at a discounted price, liquidation helps recover a portion of the capital tied up in surplus inventory.
Improve cash flow: Selling goods quickly can improve a company’s cash flow, allowing for better financial management.
Minimize losses: By acting swiftly to liquidate goods, businesses can avoid further depreciation or wastage.
Conclusion
Understanding what liquidation is and knowing how to liquidate surplus goods quickly is essential for businesses looking to manage excess inventory effectively. Whether through online liquidation platforms, partnering with liquidation companies in India, or selling liquidation pallets, there are numerous ways to recover value from surplus goods. By utilizing these methods, businesses can clear space, recover capital, and improve their cash flow.
If you're dealing with surplus inventory and want a hassle-free liquidation process, consider working with a trusted liquidation company or explore online liquidation options to get the best results.
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