#i can't believe i've never done this before considering i love both

[asterdeer]

my stomach hates me and i haven't been hungry in nearly a week but i finally have the energy to make something so i took a page from egg rolls and sweet tea and made egg drop soup with grits in it and HOLY SHIT yall. this is the best nausea/cramp/stomachache food i've ever tasted

[milunalupin]

— and i love her

remus lupin x reader ★ 612 words

Remus' heart leapt at the sound of your giggle, the sweet sound sending a wave of endearment through him. The purple bottle of wound-cleaning potion had slipped from your fingers and onto his pajama pants. He smiled softly as he looked at you, patting down the last of his bandages before casting a hot air charm to dry him off.

The full moon had been a few nights ago, but this particular transformation had taken quite a toll on Remus and all he wanted to do was rest. Lucky for him, you never let him spend it alone. His chest blooms with warmth and adoration as you finally settle into bed beside him, asking once more if he was alright.

"Yeah," he whispered in response, his voice filled with a mixture of contentment and affection. "Perfect."

"Mm I love you so much."

Remus felt his heart swell with a mixture of tenderness and affection as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss there. The feeling of your lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you tighter.

At your spoken words, his chest ached with a deep need to express his own feelings. "I undoubtedly love you more," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, filled with sincerity.

"I don't believe you." you mumbled teasingly.

"Is that right?" he chuckled at your soft, sleepy mumble. "Then I'll just have to prove it to you, love."

"Yeah, and how are you planning on doing that?" You asked, yawning as you blinked lazily up at him.

The lycanthrope let out a soft sigh, his smile growing even wider. He almost didn't feel the pain of his transformations anymore once you were beside him, especially when you looked as cute as you did in this moment.

"Hmm," he murmured, as if considering the options, his fingers idly tracing patterns along your back. "Well, I could start by telling you that you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on, and the sweetest, and the kindest."

You beamed, pressing your cheek into his shoulder so you could look up at him while he spoke. "Yes, and what else?"

Remus continued to smile down at you, the beat of his heart picking up as you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, gazing up at him. He let out a soft hum, as if thoughtfully considering what to say next.

"Well," he began, his fingers now drawing circles between your shoulder blades, "I could also tell you that I've never felt this strongly about anyone before. That my heart aches when you're not around, and that I truly can't imagine my life without you in it."

"Sap, sounds like you're gonna propose to me or something." you giggled sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzled into his shoulder.

Remus chuckled as sleep began to take you, his heart fluttering at your words, the implications of a proposal sending a thrill through him. He continued to run his fingers across your back, trying not to feel guilty about his current financial situation. He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't already thought about the idea of marrying you once you were both done at Hogwarts, and he hopes that one day he'll have the courage and means to ask you to do so.

"Who knows," he replied in a low murmur, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and longing. You're definitely asleep now, he decides, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He'd give you the world if it was that easy, but for now, this will have do.

[ram-bles]

I absolutely adore how you write the whole gang 🥹 May I request more scenarios with them, please? I miss your angst. Would doomed love be alright? Thank you so much

Tulpar crew x reader || Ma Meilleure Ennemie

oh lord this took so long. these are so ooc I'm so sorry in advance. I'll just use Grant as Curly's first name for now.

#: gender neutral reader. angst. not proof-read.

⚠️ character deaths. gore. mouthwashing spoilers. yk, #justjimmythings 💖. toxic relationships.

[I was honestly worried I've written them too ooc 💧 thank you so much anon I'm glad you enjoy my ramblings!]

[ Anya ]

🟦 "I love you, I'm leaving you." ⬛

The night before, she'd confessed to you. You had a long heart to heart conversation with the nurse. Told you everything; Why her financial situation was in the gutter, academic issues, Pony express, Jimmy. After you'd attempted to comfort her, you told her yours once she insisted that she was fine hearing everything. Eventually, you both ended up with something more lighthearted. Hobbies, favorite music, hell, even favorite Pokemon/s. So, when Daisuke came rushing to both you and Jimmy the next day, cutting off the dry conversation, your heart sank. The two men tried to talk her out of the medical room, slamming and tugging on the door which made you flinch and your fingers felt numb. Did Anya feel the same? You had to bite your tongue at Jimmy's words, Anya told you to after all. It's best not to provoke him when we're trapped here. I can't keep watching you be treated like this, Anya. Especially not after knowing what he did to you. And I don't want him to hurt you either. Please. If not for me, for Daisuke and Swansea too. Quickly dismissing the 'Captain', Anya called your name. You loved it when she did. Your heart guiltily flutters and shatters at the same time. "Are you there?" "Y-Yeah." You stammered, the two looking back at you as you moved closer to the door. "Yes. I'm here, Anya. Please. Please, open the door." Anya smiles. He doesn't want Jimmy's voice to be the last she'll hear. "Open the damn door." "You were right." Her tone resigned. You can hear her take a deep breath. "You were right all along. I should have done this from the beginning. I always believed that our worst moments didn't define us. Didn't make us beyond repair." It was silent for a moment, her voice much softer. She probably moved away from the door. "You think I wanted this either? Make no mistake. This isn't my worst moment. Far from it." "It's the best decision I'll ever make." "Anya, please." "Open the door." "I'll take care of it." "Anya?!" Daisuke bangs on the door. "Please. Don't leave me, Anya." Your voice cracks as you call out for her in desperation, hand clutching onto Daisuke's shirt as an attempt to ground yourself. There were so many options in your head that you didn't know what to do. You were frozen. The panic worsens when Anya calls for your name again. "I'm sorry. I love you."

[ Curly ]

🎂 The best of all curses. 👁️

Your hands were shaky, clinging onto the bandaged man. It probably hurt him, but it kept you grounded. How selfish. Everyone else was dead, you knew you were next and so did he. And all he could do was make noises as if you could understand. It was supposed to be strings of I'm sorries but only vowels spilled along with tears. You fidget with the ring on your finger, a symbol of a promise never came true. You don't even know if his survived somewhere. Was it stuck in the foam along with his severed arm? Was it even still there. "We never decided whose last name to use, huh." You chuckle, hand still on his chest as you feel for his heartbeat. "Can this be our wedding instead?" Your veil being the hair that stuck to your face, clinging onto blood and sweat. He makes a noise, and you consider that as a yes. "Grant █████, I do. I still do." And you sob, carefully holding his chin and kissing the bandage just over his cheek. The ceremony cut to a halt when he starts writhing as he notices another presence. Jimmy had thought you were going to hurt him, too panicked to even think properly, the air being thin doesn't help either. The captain drags you off out of sight, the former unable to do anything.

[ Jimmy ]

♦️ The worst of all blessings. ��

The axe dragged on the floor, metal meeting metal as you shrugged off the grating noise. Take responsibility. While he was busy off with Swansea, you managed to grab the axe unnoticed. Until now at least. You found him, sitting along with everyone. You were late to the party it seems and you were the plus one. "Are you also trying to fucking kill me after I saved the last pod for you?" "How romantic." You knew he was lying. He prioritized Curly despite it all and out of all people, you would know that. Co-dependency's finest. You glance at Curly who could only stare back, too tired to writhe in pain. "Is this our anniversary dinner?" Jimmy visibly grips on his fork as his knuckles turn white. "This isn't even all my fault!" He's self-aware. "Curly didn't have to enter that fucking room. If Swansea didn't guard utility, Daisuke would still be here, and I was just defending myself from Swansea! Now you're taking his side?!" The past year had been like this with him. Somehow, it's never his fault. It's impressive, really, how he manages to divert everything away from him. "Anya?" "You weren't giving me enough attention." You give him a look after letting out a noise of disbelief and his knees almost buckle out of nervousness. He hates it. He hates how he could feel like this around you. Vulnerability was never his forte, but he somehow let someone love him. Loved him. Somehow, even after all this, you put some blame on yourself. You let go of the tool, dropping onto the floor with a loud clang as you stood at the other end of the table, across from him. Your palms rest on the surface, putting your weight on it as you grabbed the edges. "Is the pod really going to be for me?" "I-" he chokes on his own words, frustrated. Unconsciously, his gaze moves over to Curly. Was the guilt eating him up? Good. "How do we fix this, Jimmy?" "How are you going to fix this?" He stays silent. Before you could continue, he moved fast. Too fast. You hear a metal click and— BANG.

[ Daisuke ]

🌺 "I love you, I'm waiting for you." 🪓

Naive you both were. He knew how tug on both of your strings. Daisuke and his longing for approval, and you with your feelings for Daisuke. Somehow, he managed to separate you both, just enough time so he could convince the intern to enter the vents. When you'd return with the item Jimmy needed, you slammed it on the table and ran over to the bottom of the entrance. "Wait- wait! Does he really have to go?!" You didn't want to piss Jimmy off, but there was an unsettling feeling in your gut. "We can wait for Swansea to wake—" "There's no more fucking time. Curly and Anya needs us." "I'll be okay. I promise." He can't turn around now, there was barely any space for him so instead, he remains curled up there, not wanting to accidentally snag on the loose wires. You chewed on your lower lip to the point where you tasted metal. Daisuke calls for your attention. "You still there?" "Mhm." "I'll be back, okay? Meet me back at med?" He hates it there and you knew it. Even if his voice weren't as shaky as it is now, you'd still know it. So why was he trying to calm you down. "Be careful." You assumed that he nodded when he crawled off. This time, there was no one to hold your hand to stop yourself from digging your nails into your cuticles. There was shuffling and grunting when suddenly something crashes and he screams in pain and your body felt cold. "Daisuke!" "Shitshitshit- hang on, kid. Keep going." "He's fucking hurt!" "Get a grip. He can't turn around." Jimmy holds you by the shoulders as an attempt to ground you before tilting his head, gesturing to head back up already. There was... Blood everywhere. Lacerations and electrocution burns littered all around his. Swansea and Jimmy were arguing after 'sanitizing' the injuries and you were holding onto Daisuke's hand as he gripped it tight, the other pressing your torn jacket as an attempt to stop the bleeding. You push all your feelings aside, focused on keeping him alive but when he groans out apologies, you couldn't help but tear up, biting your lower lip hard to stop yourself from crying. Not now. "Hey! Stop, stop, stop! Don't move!" You feel a hand on your shoulder as Swansea kneels beside you, setting the axe on his lap as his calloused fingers pried yours away from Daisuke's chest and made you intertwine yours with Daisuke's. "Spill it, kid." As much as you didn't want this to happen, you understood the situation and you feel your cheek dampen. Your free hand holds Daisuke's cheek, swiping off the tears and some of the blood as you tried to hush his pain. It doesn't work, but you were there for him and that was enough. You were always enough for him. More than it. He coughs again in-between his sobs and you hold his hand tighter. Shh, I'm here. It'll be okay. "Mmrgh.... I love you." Brushing his hair away from his face and pressing your lips onto his forehead one final time. "I love you too, Daisuke. So much." You finally pry yourself off of him and Swansea speaks next. When he asks him to close his eyes, he glances at you first and you smile before he finally does.

[ Swansea ]

🪓 Better than alone, is to be in bad company. 🦢

Hugging your knees, you two sat in silence trying to process everything. Swansea was staring at a bottle of Dragonbreath X, red fingerprints contrasting the artificial blue. If anything, you expected him to chug it down after the events had unfolded. But he doesn't. You only flinch as he threw the bottle onto the wall, loose cap flying off somewhere as the contents spilled to the floor. "Listen to me." Your head perks up, tilting to face him but he wasn't looking at you. He was staring blankly at the barely empty bottle laying Infront of him. "Haven't experienced all, but I've experienced enough. I'm ready." "Swan—" "Can it and listen." You purse your lips, leaning onto your forearm as you hug your knees closer. "Remember the Cryopods?" You nod. "Was trying to fix two. For you and Daisuke." He chuckles dryly. "Could only get one up and workin'. It was hard you know. Figuring out which one'a ya should get it." "Who did you choose?" "Like asking for a favorite child? Hope you never get that choice." He looks down and continues, voice trailing off. "Couldn't decide. But since Daisuke's..." Your gaze moves to the same empty bottle. "What I'm saying is, I need you to get to it. Don't worry about ol' Swansea. I'll handle Jimmy." "Swansea?" He grunts in acknowledgement. "Can I hug you?" He hesitates for a moment before finally opening his arms and you crawl in-between them.

[A/N: I honestly wanted Swansea's line for Jimmy but I wanted Curly and Jimmy's to parallel. Same goes for Daisuke and Swansea, instead I paralleled dsk with Anya. I'd love to ramble on about why I chose the lines but let's keep this note short and sweet lol.]

[daffodils-and-viscera]

i've seen a lot of posts comparing mastermind to truth seekers but hear me out: ozzie's

SO this may be long buckle in. these episodes kinda have the same plot?

blitzø has found himself in a bit of a sitch, as it were...

our beloved dramatic gay owl is at home watching gabriela pine over alejandro, when suddenly... blitzy is in trouble! omg let's get cunty and go save the day!!

however, despite showing up and saving lives (he may have literally saved blitzø's life in mastermind but that outfit from ozzie's changed all our lives forever soo...) blitzø isn't necessarily ((outwardly)) happy to see stolas (((we all know he does not mind stolas' ass in his face but stay with me here)))

stolas' privilege allows him to be immediately heard and not punished by the people who would never listen to blitzø's side of things, and stolas gets to be his dramatic lil bitch self and we love to see it

in ozzie's, blitzø has his past come back to haunt him in so many ways, he is put in the spotlight and he is decidedly not comfortable there, being called out for all the shit he's done to fizz and verosika and even m&m - HOWEVER! as we all now know, all of those people actually care about blitzø and he was just being his lil destructive self. he is given the chance to defend himself but it's overwhelming and he kinda freezes up

in mastermind, blitzø is being outright blamed for things he didn't do but like.. he actually didn't do any of that ! and yet he can't defend himself because nobody would listen to him even if he wasn't gagged.

the difference between these 2 episodes is in stolas' behaviour when HE is put in the spotlight- at ozzie's he is freshly separated from stella and probably hasn’t done anything social for a long ass time and he’s not used to being in public. and here’s this thing that he thinks is gonna be fun and will help blitzø but he is not able to express himself so he hides and the result of that is blitzø pushing him away, literally doesn’t want to touch him

in MASTERMIND our birdy babe is singing his lil heart out with no regard for what anyone else thinks of him or what might happen to him, which is so beautiful (but also stolas pls try not to inhale the water).... when he doesn't hide his feelings from blitzø we see how perfect it could be when their inner worlds merge and they are finally on the same page, and blitzø does the furthest thing possible from pushing stolas away !!!

(he did however still neglect to consider octavia's feelings when he decided to drop everything for blitzø... with devastating implications in mastermind) sorry to bring the mood down but this needs to be pointed out

in ozzie's, stolas tries to invite blitzø to his place (and we all remember how well that went)........ blitzø goes home alone and loona is not there, he is all alone and sad curled up on the couch on his phone looking at all the people he believes he's let down and it's heartbreaking

when stolas goes to blitzø's place in mastermind, stolas gets all the love and support blitzø has to offer and loona is there too and blitzø curls up on the couch on his phone looking at all these people who love and support him!!! and then he makes the couch all comfy for stolas and he’s not alone?? like they’re both so not alone that it hurts my heart to think about. these 2 have so much love for each other and yeah there's gonna be tough times ahead but they are not alone! !!!!

basically both eps end the same? but also everything is better now? because blitz was loved before he just couldn’t see it through all his nonsense

and stolas is still in a messed up situation and he's still kinda problematic and he couldn’t see it before through all his nonsense but now he’s more self aware?

the real difference is they have each other now! they are so not alone it makes them look stupid!!

anyway this is the longest post i've ever made sorry if it's rambly i have adhd and a lot of feelings about these two

[joelmillerisapunk]

Pregame Play

Dbf!Joel Miller x reader

masterlist

↳ wordcount: 934

↳ summary: During a game day gathering at your house, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself in the bathroom with Joel Miller, one of your dads best friends. As you cross the goal line, you're with a newfound understanding of your own desires

↳ warnings: 18+, daddy!Joel, dom!Joel, unprotected p in v, usage of "baby girl, good girl, daddy, slut, whore"

↳ authors notes: in celebration of 150 followers in the week I've been here 🥹 I wrote this lil piece. I love you all sm!

It's game day, and as always, your dad and his friends take up the entire living room to watch the game. You usually just make yourself scarce and hide in your room, but a girl gets thirsty. As you make your way down to the kitchen, you can hear the muffled sounds of their laughter and cheers coming from the living room.

You bend over to grab a drink from the fridge when suddenly, you feel a hand on your hip. You jump, startled, and turn around to see Joel smirking at you.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," he says, his voice low and husky.

You take a step back, feeling a thrill run down your spine. "Joel, what are you doing?"

Joel raises an eyebrow, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm admiring the view darlin’."

You feel overwhelmingly nervous and self-conscious. "Joel, please."

But Joel doesn't seem to be listening. He steps closer to you, his hands both now on your waist. "You know, your daddy wouldn't like you showin’ off like this."

You bite your lip, feeling a surge of excitement. "Maybe he wouldn't, but I know you do."

Joel's eyes smolder with intensity as he presses you against the wall, his powerful body dominating yours. A husky growl rumbles in his chest as he declares, "I've been craving you, and now I'm going to have you. But first, you need to understand who's in control. I'm your daddy now, and you'll submit to my every desire." His words hang heavy with dark promise, awakening a primal hunger deep within you. You gasp as he lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Meet me in the bathroom," he says, not meaning it as an option.

You watch as Joel disappears down the hallway, your heart racing in your chest. You feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness, unsure of what to expect. You've never done anything like this before, and you can't believe that you're actually considering following him into the bathroom. But as you stand there, your legs feeling like jelly, you realize that you want this. You want Joel, and you want to be his. You want to be his, to do whatever he wants you to do.

Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and follow after him. As you enter the bathroom, you see Joel standing there, his pants already undone. He looks at you with a mixture of desire and command, and you know that you're his.

"C’mere," he growls.

You obey, walking over to him and letting him pull you into him. His hands are rough as they grab at your body, you can feel his erection pressing against you.

"You're my pretty little slut now, and I'm going to fuck you like one."

You gasp as he begins to slip off your skirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body responding to Joel's touch. He pulls your pants down, roughly grabbing your ass as he does so. You let out a soft moan as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes you against the bathroom wall

"Quiet," Joel growls. "Don't want anyone to hear how good you're gonna take my cock."

You nod your head, trying to keep as quiet as possible as Joel's fingers brush against your wetness, he aligns his cock with your entrance. You can feel yourself trembling with anticipation, your body begging for him to fill you up.

He doesn't make you wait any longer, pushing inside you with one swift thrust. You let out a muffled moan as he fills you up, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible. Joel's thrusts are rough and demanding, his hips slapping against yours as he takes you roughly from behind. You can feel every inch of him inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots as he pounds into you.

Joel's hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back as he pounds into you. You can feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy as he fucks you. "Take it," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Take my cock like the dirty little whore you are."

You moan, unable to keep quiet as Joel fucks you rough and raw. His thrusts relentless, and you can feel every inch of him deep inside you.

"That's right," he growls, his hand tightening in your hair. "Use it to come, use that cock to come." You do, letting out a muffled scream as you come around Joel's cock. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own release. He holds onto you for a moment longer, his breathing heavy as he catches it.

As you both finish, Joel looks at you with dark eyes. "Remember, you're mine now," he says, his voice low and commanding. "And I'll be back for more." He roughly pulls out of you, adjusting his pants as he heads towards the door. You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he leaves, but you know that it's only a matter of time before he returns. And when he does, you'll be ready for him. Ready to be his slut, ready to do and be whatever he wants.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you adjust your own clothes. You can still feel the echoes of Joel's touch, the memory of his roughness and dominance. And you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[gilverrwrites]

Conjugal Visit

Captain Boomerang/F!Reader, 2.2K words

AN: I can't remember what inspired this, but it's just a cute, fluffy, smutty thing I've been working on between request and uni work.

Plot: Digger is rewarded for saving the entire world with a 1 hour conjugal visit. It's not much, but it will do. Rating: 18+

CWs: None really, its just fluffy smut! Very mild angst, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cunnilingus, woman on top.

Please remember: You are a super star!

He’s been sending you origami unicorns and gibberish-filled letters about his good behaviour for months, but the promised conjugal visit never came, at least not until after he’d saved Metropolis, and, well, the whole world, maybe even the universe from an alien invasion. 

When his figure popped up on the news, you’d know it was him straight away, even despite his zipping around like a bonafide speedster. 

Later, when Lois Lane showed clearer footage, had confirmed it was him your heart had thrum with pride. You’d told anyone who would listen “That’s my man! That’s my Digger, out saving the world!” You’d even texted articles to your family, to prove he wasn’t the layabout felon they’d always complained about. They didn’t need to know that he was part of some kind of suicide mission, only out there because the government considered his criminal(-ly cute) ass expendable. No, as far as you were concerned, he was a hero, who would save the world, and come home to your loving arms when he was done. At least that’s what you told yourself to help you sleep at night. 

The positivity paid off though. When Digger and his teammates had saved the freakin’ world, his leader, Waller had graciously offered him a few years of his impossibly long sentence and a whopping 3 hours with you. It was considerably less than standard but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Digger, however, was. His complaining had reduced his reward time to just one hour, and you were determined to make the most of it. 

As you approach the door, you eyed the various trays shelved next to it. Each one filled with different sizes and brands of condoms, all of which were too small for Digger, and you weren’t allowed to bring your own. Every finger and toe was crossed that the morning-after pill you’d pre-purchased would be enough. 

A straight-faced guard opens the door for you, you thank him as you step inside, disappointed to be the first one here. An ancient off-white plastic analogue clock on the wall loudly counts down each missed second as you wait for him, brushing your hair out with your fingers, sucking your teeth to make sure there are no remnants of breakfast stuck between them. When the door finally opens once more you have your skirt hiked up to your waist as you fiddle with your underwear. It wasn’t the comfiest, but it was Digger's favourite. 

Your efforts don’t go unnoticed, your jailbird boyfriend’s eyes are bulging as he takes in your form for the first time in too long. Your heart races as you do the same to him, suddenly feeling both coy and unstable as you examine the way his uniform hangs from his lean body. God you can’t wait to get those off him. 

From the excited look on his face, he was having similar thoughts about your outfit. You release the hem of your skirt, but before the fabric can even flutter back against your skin, Digger has you in his arms, using all his muscle to lift you up high by your thighs, head nuzzled against your stomach as he spins you around. 

“I’ve missed ya so much, you’ve got no idea. I can’t believe you’re really here. The real you, not just your pictures stuck above me bed.” He blurts all the things he’s wanted to say but couldn’t convey until now. “I stare at you every night, been dreamin’ bout this moment.” 

“I missed you too baby. Now kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!” You jiggle your weight until he begins to lower you. 

“Don’t have to tell me.” He chuckles, situating you at hip height, putting your faces in closer proximity, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as you lock lips with him. He tastes like mouthwash, which was not unwelcome, but strange. Certainly different to the stale beer you were accustomed to. Regardless, Digger didn’t miss a beat, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you with so much enthusiasm it made you miss him again already. 

The way he smiles into your kiss nearly makes you pull away to giggle. The way his calloused fingers tickle your skin as he snakes a hand up to cup your ass does make you throw your head back and laugh out loud. 

“That tickles! Stop!” 

“Nah, I’ve missed this sound too much.” He doesn’t stop, now deliberately tickling both your hips as you begin weakly hitting his shoulder. “You know what else I’ve missed the sound of?” 

You squeal as he releases you all at once, throwing your body onto the bed.

“That!”

You sit up on the bed, arms crossed as you wait for him to stop laughing at you. The bed itself is old, the springs of the mattress creak under every move, and the comforter is itchy as hell, but it will have to do. 

“I should be mad at you for that, but I’ll forgive you this once 'cause I missed you so much.” Leaning back, you spread your legs, revealing your underwear and offering him a come-hither look. 

He looks like a fox in a henhouse, pointy grin, big eyes, and it makes your pussy tingle with excitement. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Love, but I sure as shit am lucky.” His shirt and trousers are gone before he lands above you. Long fingers lock onto you, clumsily helping you undress until all that’s left is Diggers crew socks. He never takes them off for sex, ‘extra grip for when I’m givin’ it to ya real hard’, so you don’t bother trying to get them off him. 

“Digger, you’re a hero!” You argue between sloppy kisses. “Even if you weren’t, you still deserve good things.” 

“Yeah…” For a moment he looks at you, really looks at you, without the lust or the laughter. It might have felt scrutinising if you thought for a second that he knew what that word meant. “But you loved me before, an’ I really didn't deserve you then.” 

Before you can respond he’s slinking down your body, fingers pushing against your entrance and making you squirm. 

“You’re so wet already, you miss being all filled up by your old man aye? Bet you’ve been feeling so empty. I’m sorry I got me-self locked up. Sorry I left you so high and dry.” He slips one finger in, cupping your pussy, pressing down on your clit with his thumb. He hadn’t always known your body so well, but you’d spent so many nights wrapped up in each other that it was second nature now. 

“Don’t…” you try to speak between deep breaths. “Don’t be sorry, make it up to me.” 

No need to ask twice, in seconds he sucking on your clit and slipping a second finger inside. His crooked nose nestled against your pelvis area, mutton shops scratchy between your thigh as he begins to lap at your core. When he skims your sweet spot at just the right angle you whimper, tugging at his russet hair, which in turn causes him to let out a deep moan that reverberates against you. 

You whine and squirm against the wobbly bed as he continues, the fire in your belly building as duel licking and fucking pushes you closer to the edge. He hits that hot spot inside, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his head. With your orgasm in sight, Digger picks up his pace, slipping in a third finger as he concentrates his efforts on your clit. 

Reflexively, your back arches and your toes curl as your orgasm hits. Your hips roll, searching for more friction and Digger uses his free hand to press on your stomach, holding you in place until you come back down. 

“Ah, crikey. You taste just as sweet as I remember.” He comments as he comes back up, face gleaming with a mix of cum and saliva. “I missed that.” 

Before you can respond he places a wet kiss on your belly button. “An’ I missed this.”

Your sternum. “An’ this.”

“An’ definitely these.” He cups both of your breasts as he lowers himself and begins to rub his face between your cleavage. Green eyes peer up at you full of cheek when you grip his hair and tilt his head to look at you. “What?”

“We're on a time constraint, you wanna spend it all in there?” He purses his lips playfully, looking back and forth between you and your boobs as he pretends to consider the question. 

“I could die happy here.” To emphasise his point, he burrows between them once more before conceding. His cock bobs from side to side as he sits back, shimming his hips. “But we wouldn’t want Digger Jr to miss out on all the fun.” 

“Agreed! Let’s put him to use.” His hips feel pointed in your grip as you grab them, dragging him between your spread legs again. He runs the tip between your lips, teasing your clit and coating himself in your slick. When you feel his head at your entrance, your muscles tighten, trying to draw him in further.

This is the part you’d been craving and dreading. Even when you’d been sleeping together routinely, ‘Jr’ was too big to slide in with ease. The burn of your walls struggling to stretch around him makes your breathing uneven, the lubrication of your earlier climax doing little to ease the process. 

“Hey, hey, relax now, breathe.” Digger coos, leaning in close and cupping your cheek, reminding you that keeping calm is the best way to get through it. You nod, even though your body is in overdrive, you will yourself to relax, steadying your breathing and he gradually works his way into you. “That’s it, Darl’, let me into that tight little snatch.”

“Ew, Digger!” You groan and laugh at his atrocious word choice, but it works. It distracted you enough for him to bottom out. Smugly, he wiggles his bows and his cock at the same time, the motion making you pant and squirm, needing real friction. 

“On your back Harkness.” You order.

“Yes ma'am.” Hands gripping your hips he does the heavy lifting, flipping your bodies until he lays flat on his back, and you hover above him.

Comfortable, you waste no time bouncing on his lap, gripping his shoulders for support as you roll your hips up and down. “Fuck, Digger, that feels so good.”

“Oh yeah.” He agrees between gritted teeth, his hands reaching up to cup your tits, his hips jerking up to meet your thrusts. “This is so much better than jerking off to your photies every night. Nothin’ beats the real thing.” 

The more you rock together, the more he crumbles, face scrunching, hands abruptly grabbing at whatever skin he can reach, no longer just occupied with your breasts. 

“Shit Digger, your dick is the best.” You praise and you can tell from his pink cheeks and rapid movements that he’s on the brink. 

“Fuck. Touch yourself, touch yourself, touch yourself.” He begs, wanting you to cum but too lost to do it himself. You dip your finger between your legs, circling your clit with firm, circular motions, causing tension to quickly coil in your gut, but it's not enough. “Fuck, woman, hurry up and cum.”

“Impatient.” You scold, purposely pumping your body in fast, deep motions to aid Digger's climax.

“Can’t help it.” He whispers quickly, desperately. “You feel too good.” 

He’s a beautiful withering mess beneath you, gleaming under a layer of sweat. All sharp edges and soft freckled skin. Eager to put him out of his misery you press harder at your clit, rubbing as fast as you can muster until you can’t help throwing your head back, panting as you approach your peak, and Digger is right there with you, gripping you with bruising force as he finally lets himself release. Pleasure seeps through your body as you ride out your orgasms together, Digger grunting with every spurt of cum he releases inside of you. 

“Wow.” You pant, as you relax, collapsing onto his Digger's chest. “I missed that.” 

When he’s recovered enough, Digger wraps his arms around you in return, pulling you closer for a deeper hug. “We’ve still got it.”

“Still got it.” You concede. Sex with Digger is always good, but the come down, the cuddling and the pillow talk is comforting. As much as you want to, you can’t fall asleep in his arms, can’t have a thumb war over who has to go get snacks, can’t stay up all night talking about that guy you hate from work, or Digger’s latest heist plans. “I just wish we had more time to talk. I want to hear everything.” 

In sync, both your heads turn. Yours to the clock, Diggers to you. 

“Not much time, is it?” He probes, you know he can only read digital.

“No, just a little under 10 minutes.” Determined not to let your limited time together get you down, and feeling Digger’s cock already growing hard inside you once more, you offer; “Think we can squeeze in another quick?” 

“Don’t need to be quick, don’t care what they do to me.” Digger flips you over, his turn on top. “They’re gonna need one of them giant magnet thingys to pry me off of you, Love.” 

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[lovingjingyuan]

Jing Yuan Gaslighting You

Jing Yuan gaslights you into believing you both have bene dating.

My handsome Husband. I love dark content Jing Yuan I need more of them;-;

Warning: NSFW, manipulation, dark content Jing Yuan

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Jing Yuan had his eyes set on you the moment he heard that sweet tender voice of yours. Ever since his love and obsession for you skyrocketed high.

You've never really felt all that close just considering yourself a good friend to him that shared a few drinks. Til one day you came to The Seat Of Divine Foresight seeing Jing Yuan's invitation. Qingzu and every cloud knight along with the rest of the people working in the Seat of Divine greeted you and treated you so politely. They've always been so kind to you and gave you extra care and attention. Jing Yuan glanced up from his paperwork and smiled sultry at you.

"Baby I miss you so much!"

Jing Yuan smiled and rested his cheek against his fist glancing up at your frame. You stood there dumbfounded by him calling you "baby" and before you could comment on it, he tenderly brought you in his arms and lap seating you right on his lap with a smile. He did this all way too casually.

"Beloved, how have you been lately. I haven't seen you in so long. I've been missing you all so much."

He snuggled your fragile frame kissing your soft cheek like this was normal. You pushed yourself away exclaiming in confusion, "G-general what are you doing?!"

He just smiled pulling you back in his arms. "Drop the General title... Can't I just show my lover some affection?"

He leaned in kissing those soft tender lips he always dreamed of kissing all so embracing you in his arms.

You whined in the kiss, eyes shot wide open, "Jing Yuan! I'm not your lover why are you acting like this all the sudden?!"

His smug smile turns into confusion titling his head at your outbreak before returning to his charming smile once more.

"You don't remember my Love? At my garden? We've been together for quite a while now. May 21 exactly."

You glanced at him in confusion. He was gaslighting you of your memories manipulating you and you were falling for it feeling sad and pity for not remembering such an important event that never happened.

There were many signs. People around The Seat of Divine Foresight always treated you as if you were his lover and with high respect.

Even the natives of the Xianzhou never once looked down on you when you were just a mere outworlder with no background til you met Jing Yuan. Everyone started treating you with the respect you had never gotten or earned before and people would furnish you with high-end gifts.

He smiled knowing he tricked everyone manifesting them to believe you both were a couple just so he could gaslight you into believing you were a couple the whole time.

In the end he won. He had you lying on the bed naked, leg spread on his shoulders while he thrusted himself in you. The sound of your loud moans and teary eyes staring into his drove him crazy for you.

"Baby, how about you stay here forever instead of traveling?"

He smiled already deciding your answer and fate from the start as he relentlessly thrust himself into your tight wet hole with love!

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I have 132 pulls saved for my husband <3. I already have him so I want to get his lightcone and C6 him!

Also, I'm so done with my psychology class he keeps failing me on purpose

I wanna write about Sunday or Blade next Idk i wanna know more about Sunday's character before I write. Sunday is sooo fine though shorter than Jing Yuan but fine <3

[miss0atae]

The anti-hero romance in Meet You at the Blossom (ep 5 & 6):

The romance finally started to kick in, in Meet You at the Blossom. At first, it was mostly Xiao Bao who was trying to court Huai En. It was love at first sight for the young man. Of course, it didn't start under favorable auspices because Xiao Bao was convinced Huai En was a woman. After learning the truth, he kept flirting with Huai En (because he is my precious little bisexual fool). They both shared the same bed several times and Huai En seems to have accepted Xiao Bao's feelings to be true. It wasn't easy for him, as the only love he witnessed was the doomed romance of his parents which wasn't exactly the healthiest comparison he could have. Since the death of his mother, his father has became obsessed with revenge. The way he is talking about her has only gave Huai En the impression that love is a dangerous poison. I've seen many people jokes about how Huai En dick's game is really powerful because Xiao Bao seems to always have trouble waking up the next day(s). However, I believe Xiao Bao's power is also really impressive because he found the way of charming someone who was unwilling to fall in love with anyone (for good reasons). Huai En is a very possessive lover and his obsession for Xiao Bao could be comparable with his father's romance with his mother. Could we say the apple does not fall far from the tree?!

After watching all the episode from 1 to 6, I would say that Huai En could be considered an anti-hero. The figure of the anti-hero is quite compelling as it challenges the traditional view of heroism and love. This type of character has moral ambiguities and when you find them in romance genre you can witness a more nuanced vision of love. Love isn't only a path to happiness when an anti-hero is involved, but it can be a journey of the darker aspects of love and human nature. It can also offer a possibility of redemption or transformation for the anti-hero as he tries to navigate the twists and turns of his love. Huai En was raised to be the armed wing of his father's revenge for the sake of his mother. He has known nothing else until he met Xiao Bao. Huai En is perceived by others as “cold as ice” and someone who “fights desperately and like a desperado he wants his opponents dead” (ep 5). He is also not talking much and doesn't smile that much. Huai En has no time to lose and only one mission to accomplish. He was beaten and treated poorly by his father making him feel like he can't escape his grasp. He can be perceived cruel and scheming. However, Huai En isn't only this person. He also has a softer side that he usually only shows to Xiao Bao.

In an anti-hero romance, the love interest serves as a counterbalance of the anti-hero’s actions. The good nature and affability of Xiao Bao has an effect on Huai En. Even if Huai En can remains sarcastic when he is with his lover, we can also see him smile more and be affectionate. It’s why I think we can say Huai En is an anti-hero: he is a man whose actions could be considered bad, but who ultimately possesses a core of goodness to redeem himself through words and actions. Even if this core is mostly for Xiao Bao. Usually the love interest in this type of romance represents a symbol of change for the anti-hero. It doesn’t mean they will make them “good” or “hero” but they will induces new change in their life. Xiao Bao’s love for him made Huai En changed his plans. Even if his father ordered the death of Xiao Bao’s family, Huai En decided to act to avoid this fate for his lover. His uncle’s henchman even confirmed that Huai En has done many bad deeds for his father and never disobeyed him before. Huai En’s enemies decide to use Xiao Bao as a bait to defeat him because they noticed how their relationship has affected his actions. The hero and anti-hero navigates in a world that isn’t just black and white and their love story with goes from conflict, growth, and love.

I also want to add some nuances. It may seem like I'm saying Huai En will become this good person through the power of healing love, but that's not exactly this. I can't deny that Huai En is also using some coercive control on Xiao Bao.

Before saying anything else, I want to say, I don't know anything about psychology and I may make mistakes in this post when using some terms. So take all of this with a grain of salt.

Huai En didn't hesitate to use a little bit of guilt trip, especially after the incident at the brothel. Let's not forget about the emotional blackmail to obtain the forgiveness of Xiao Bao if he ever does something bad too. He knows full well that he is going to need it later because Xiao Bao doesn't know every information. I would also say that the very tight hug could be considered a form of love bombing. The intimate embrace is also a way of showing what he wants to obtain from Xiao Bao. I'm not denying that Huai En has feelings for Xiao Bao, but they are tinged with a dose of unhealthy possessiveness.

I’m sure Huai En and Xiao Bao will be able to navigate their romance after a long series of ups and downs. I consider them endgame and I will have fun watching them trying to find their happy ending. It’s always interesting to get a love story with a real anti-hero almost villain who gets to be with the hero. It’s also fun to watch moral ambiguity in characters as it is reflective of the nature of most humans.

[the-s1lly-corner]

How they deal with outliving you

Some angst I've been having on the brain; particularly for the characters that dont age/live for a long time + adding a new character to the base list!!

Obvious CW for loss of a loved one/partner + the grief that comes with it, cause of d3ath across all is by natural causes

S/o is mortal, of course

Slenderman;

Considering the fact that he's an ancient creature that's existed for lord knows how long, it was inevitable that he would outlive you

The concept of you one day being gone was something he already thought about before pursuing you romantically

I feel like out of all the ones on this list, he's the most calm about it, he isn't obviously broken up about the loss

That's not to say he doesn't care; he does. You were very likely his first love; and you will likely be his only love. It'd be a different story if your life was snatched away by someone else; but if it were something natural like for these scenarios, he grieves quietly. In fact, deaths in his woods temporarily slow down during this period

He has a designated area in the woods dedicated to you; flowers, pretty rocks, mementos, etcetera

He does 'guard' over your old home, for a while. That's likely the most drastic thing he'd do; he can't bare the idea of someone taking your place when the wound is still so fresh

Splendorman;

How ironic to add in this new character; someone so bubbly and sweet, with a prompt so... sad..

He doesn't handle it as smoothly as slenderman does; he's an absolute wreck. You were his absolute favorite person in the whole wide world, and just like that, you were gone

Is visibly wilted for a long time after your passing; only really putting on his usual happy face when he's needed

He cries, loudly, and he almost looks lost as he sits; almost as if he's awaiting your return

He understands mortality and the concept of death, but he never prepared himself for this

How could loving someone hurt so bad?

He talks about you to everyone who'll listen; both so he doesn't ever forget you, and so others can hear how amazing he thought you were

I like to think that when you were alive he gave you flowers... daisies, probably... he always keeps a daisy on him; either pinned to his coat or hat

Laughing Jack;

Denial

Denial

Denial. It will take him so so so long to finally come to terms that you'll never be coming back

He sprials; at first selfishly believing that you had purposefully abandoned him.. and given his past with being forgotten; he first responds with rage... before fully caving in on himself

Rumors are spread in town that your old house is haunted; thanks to Jack's howling cries

Hoards a lot of your belongings

It takes him a while to recover; and he's more irritable after all is said and done

Eyeless Jack;

This one's gonna hurt; because Jack is already gloomy and reclusive as is

Unlike the others, he's mortal; however he ages on a slower rate

So while he retained his youth he saw you change

After you're gone, he just

Sits in his cabin for a few days

He doesn't really leave unless his monstrous hunger gnaws away at him enough to prompt him to go into one of his feral episodes

I feel like he'd be similar to slenderman; in terms of the fact he will likely never love again

It feels...

Odd, for him to return to his lonely life, the one he had before you stumbled into his life

Some days he found himself wishing to relive the day he met you; or to wake up one day in your arms

As if this were all some long nightmare

But it never comes

[mezzy303]

So I've been rereading skip beat from the beginning for the first time in uhhhhh almost 10 years and I'm going inSaNE over characterizations and development that I have to write it down

At this point I'm only at the Heel siblings arc so I haven't gotten to the Guam or Saena arcs which are very big for Kyoko and Ren's character development and healing which I haven't reread since those chapters came out

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Nakamura for basing Kyoko and Ren's childhood struggles and trauma on very real things that aren't often, if at all, dealt with in anime/manga and also writing them with utmost care (Not only do the traumas inform their personalities, but their healing arcs aren't just a one and done thing!! It's a very slow process) Like starting with Kyoko, her single mother neglected her so much that she was raised by a family friend. On top of that, nothing Kyoko did was ever good enough for her mother, and both of these things are so apparent in Kyoko's character. She attaches herself to fairytales and magic as an escapism and because she relates to stories like Cinderella. She literally cannot function if she messes up and no one criticizes her. She can't properly acknowledge her own talents and beauty without it being attached somehow to fairytales; she never quite believes shes good enough. Similarly, she didn't want to bother anyone with her troubles, so she always dealt with them alone/in private spaces. Pretty sure she also has lowkey abandonment issues. And this is all parental trauma!! Things she already has before the series starts and she gets so utterly heartbroken she swears off romantic love entirely so she can never get hurt the same way again.

(I don't think I'll ever get over how Kyoko told all this to Kuu and he was literally like I'm adopting you. Your mine now. Sorry I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And Kuu going home to his wife like hey we got a new kid 😂 Like Kyoko freezing up when she made mistakes and then Kuu showing her love instead of reprimanding her makes me go 🥹😩💖✨😭💝 Kyoko getting all fluffy from head pats🥹🥹 But on the downside she literally can't bring herself to call him dad unless she's in acting mode sjdfhsf)

When I really consider it, I wonder if Kyoko really loved Sho as a person or like.... the idea of him. Like he was just a convenient guy via proximity bc Kyoko needed someone to be her "prince". We haven't been shown exactly why she fell in love, but it would explain why she stuck with dedicating herself to him despite his terrible personality and knowing he never saw her the same way. It's portrayed like the concept of hatsukoi in anime where its ✨pure✨and innocent✨It seems very idealistic. Whereas Kyoko's love for Ren is more mature. She sees every aspect of Ren and doesn't sugarcoat it, she sees him as he is (she does him up on a pedestal but partially bc she admires him but also as an extreme measure to protect her heart and hide her feelings imo)

And REN. trauma to the max. He had to deal with the hardships of making a name for himself when his parents are already famous, extreme racism from being biracial, his friend/mentor dying from an accident he unintentionally caused???? Like boy hates himself so much he's literally disassociating 24/7 he needs a fucking therapist. I get how being Ren has helped him in some capacity but he needs a professional asap. Though deep diving into this is so interesting because Ren/Kuon compartmentalized his issues and the parts that he hates about himself so much he created its own persona ("Dark Kuon"), to the point he's rarely ever just himself. And he buried it so deep that as soon as he cracked the lid open, those emotions just spilled out. He can't even allow himself to be happy, and when he does feel truly happy, his automatic response is acting nonchalant,,,,,,,,,,,, he didn't even realize he was doing it at first 😢

Also the symbolism with Ren's watch makes me go a little feral. I don't remember if it's originally his or Rick's but it obviously stopped when the latter died and Ren keeps it as a reminder of what happened and why he went to Japan. It's a weird item since it grounds him but also represents his heavy trauma, and I think having those two things in one kinda showcases Ren's unhealthy coping mechanisms (like grounding himself to something traumatic isn't... great...). But that scene where he realizes he took it off and he has a moment of whether it to keep it on as Cain Heel or not??? *clenches fist* it was so good. (To recap it, he had his watch so he wouldn't lose himself in the role of BJ and then forgot it in the bathroom after an unexpected trauma response) Ren narrates his thoughts as choosing between Rick or Kyoko but interpreting this, he's choosing whether to keep himself stuck in his past trauma or move forward and let himself be happy AKA stick with unhealthy coping mechanisms vs try something healthy and rely on people he trusts. Kyoko essentially becomes someone Ren grounds himself to 🥺 He still needs therapy though lmao. He's so mentally unstable in this arc,,,

As I'm writing this I'm seeing a parallel between Kyoko and Ren and how they both had an experience that completely and utterly broke them, and it was this that pushed them onto their current paths in showbiz. And they likely would never have met each other again if those things never happened (they had to lose themselves to find each other?? 😭). It's so funny to me that Ren is all like ThEiR fAtEs ArE iNtErTwInEd with Kyoko and Sho when you have to consider the fact that him and Kyoko meeting again was like. a chance in a billion. It was fate 😂

KyoRen is such a poetic ship to me. The fact that they're different people when they meet and don't recognize the other. How Ren starts falling in love AS SOON AS HE REALIZES KYOKO IS THE SAME GIRL HE MET (Ren being gray/demiromantic.... more at 5). Kyoko lowkey starting to crush on Ren when she witnesses a bit of his real personality. These two things happening around the same time??????? And Ren being SO afraid of being Kuon, his true self, because of his bad qualities, but Kyoko pulling out the good qualities without him fully realizing it?? (I'm 100% referring to Kuon being a mischievous little shit and I live for how he teases Kyoko) tbh they treat each other differently from other people without even realizing it lol. And Kyoko being surrounded by toxic and possessive men pursuing her, and Ren being anything BUT. Like my man is a gigantic green flag. He recognizes that he can't seriously pursue Kyoko bc she's a minor and he really tries his best to only be a friend and mentor in her life and keeping her trust and never crossing her boundaries despite the stereotypes of men being "unable to control themselves." Y'all take point this should be the standard at minimum☝️

I have to talk about Sho bc this boy is so fucking toxic but he makes such a fascinating character. As much as I hate how Kyoko got heartbroken in the way she did, I think it was necessary so that she could leave Sho's sorry ass and cut him out of her life. Seriously,,,, he took advantage of her and used her as a servant. she literally dropped out of school, moved to a different city, and took on two jobs for the sole purpose of helping his career and then he threw her away like a used rag (JUST THROW THE WHOLE MAN AWAY). And then he has the audacity to fall in love with her smh. Anyway the fascinating part about him to analyze is how he's so possessive of Kyoko. Like she was a mere fly in his life, but she was always his. Until she wasn't. And I think those twisted thoughts kinda morphed into feelings for Kyoko. Ig in a way he still cares about her, but it could never hide how toxic he is. Anyone who's like I don't care how this person thinks of me as long as I take up the biggest space in their heart is egotistical and narcissistic. BUT he and Kyoko bickering like siblings will always be funny. Like epitome of two people who've lived with each other for way too long so they know how the other ticks and also get on each other's nerves 😂😂Sho does makes a good foil for Ren though. Like he's basically everything Ren is not: immature, temperamental, possessive, vain, the list goes on. His only redeeming qualities as a character is providing good drama and humor and being an example of what Ren isn't.

Skip Beat is really a story about healing and learning to love yourself and letting others love you and Nakamura is such a good story teller 🥺

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I tell my family to sort their gut issues out and tell them bluntly how disgusting and inconvenient it is?

I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm at my wit's end. I live with two other family members in a one-bathroom house. They both have IBS. I do not. One keeps making vague attempts at addressing their IBS, the other does not.

And when I say IBS I mean they both walk around farting all day and haven't had a solid shit since the day they were born.

My bedroom is right next to the bathroom. I can hear, and smell, everything that goes on in there. I used to combat this by just wearing headphones and having a candle burning, but my mom vetoed both of those because she got pissed off I could never hear her calling me and she doesn't like candles inside the house.

Currently, it is Very Bad between both of them.

Any time I need to pee, there's someone in the bathroom taking a 15 minute crap. Any time I want to go shower, someone goes to the bathroom and takes a nasally lethal excretion that means I have to delay my shower by 20 minutes so the volatile gasses can vacate.

My mom is going to the bathroom up to 6 times a night which wakes me up continuously. If I need to pee, several times I've barely even sat down before she's rushing out of her room, sighing loudly and demanding to know how soon I'll be done because she needs to go.

I can't have a single conversation with my other family member without him farting the whole time.

I'm sick of it, frankly. Its embarrassing, inconvenient, and neither of them seem to be remotely considering even trying to look for a way to make it better. I love them both but today, again, my mom took a shit right before I was going to shower (she knew I was showering) and it stank so I had to wait again and it was just the final fucking straw.

I've had to get off calls with my friends because someone's gone to the bathroom and you can literally hear a full on marching band of farts.

I want to seriously talk to them and tell them how its effecting me, but I also feel bad because I know that generally, IBS isn't something you can strictly control. I know its not pleasant to live with as someone with IBS, but frankly, its not pleasant to be the person stuck in a household of two people with IBS either.

Its got to the point where I'm on the verge of begging we build another bathroom or move to a two-bathroom house.

AITA if I just sit them both down and tell them something has to change? I can't keep living like this.

What are these acronyms?

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode eight - untapped potential

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

He would never be able to pinpoint the moment his eyes became so heavy that he fell asleep. Yet, it did take over him and soon it was morning you wake, bathed in the sunlight coming through the window and feel weight on your wrist. Jack seemed so carefree as he slept, curled on his side on your bed. What a sight you had woken to. You shift down to his level. Jack's eyes flicker open to meet yours.

"Belle says it's an aortic aneurysm, isn't it?" You whisper.

He clutches onto your hand. Jack can't speak, he wants to comfort you but hasn't got the words.

"Yes." He swallows the lump forming in his throat.

" And when it bursts, this is all over?"

"I don't wanna leave this world without knowing love fully." You say.

"You are loved. Fully." He assures you and you bring your lips to his. Your fingers start work on his shirt buttons. A look in his eyes asks you if you're sure and you nod. He spins you carefully on to your back resting above you and unties your nightgown.

*_*_*_*_*

"Some consider me innately cruel, but I simply see this as a necessary part of justice. For without the rope, society crumbles. The rope is the brute girdle that binds us up and keeps us safe. Yet the rope offers not just punishment, but salvation. Would you like to be saved, Mr. Fagin?" Gaines spoke.

" Very much, yes. What do you want?" Fagin asked with the noise around his neck

" Jack Dawkins."

*_*_*_*

"You can fix it. You and Belle. Astley Cooper performed the surgery 40 years ago. I read the case report." You say, cuddled into Jack's bare chest.

"He killed the patient." He reminded you.

"I know. I know, but medicine's changed. You changed it."

"y/n, there is a reason why the best surgeon in the century failed. You would die on the table." He held your face in his hand.

" I believe you can." You press him further.

"Please do not ask this of me." He begs you.

" So, what, you'll just hold my hand and see me into the next life? That's not good enough, Jack. Not if you really love me."

Your bedroom Door opens allowing your mother in, holding a tray.

"Here, darling, I've brought you some... " she gasps and rushes from the room. You look back at Jack before jumping out of bed. You both dress as fast as you can. A maid knocks on the door and enters.

"Lady Jane would like to see Doctor Dawkins in the study." She says, bowing her head to you.

"I love you." He replies before leaving the room. You drop down at your desk pulling a sheet of paper to you and start writing. When you're done you grab the closed suitcase and dart down to Belle's room.

"I love you." You say holding him to you. Jack kisses your lips.

"I need you to make me a promise." You say not giving her a chance to disagree.

"What's going on?" She asks.

You put the suitcase on her bed.

"You have to keep this safe. If I die give that and this letter to Jack. Read the letter to him." You correct yourself.

"If you die? Y/n no we won't let you! Jack won't let you" Belle was almost begging you. You shake your head and tears spill from you once again.

"I've ruined it all." You say.

*_*_*_*

"You're not to see my daughter again You pack your things, hand over your current patients to Dr. Sneed, and leave town by the end of the week." Lady Jane instructs Jack. He sits in the chair in front of the desk. He feels and looks small in the study.

"y/n is dying." He says catching himself on the words.

"So, you tell her she's dying to trick her into becoming your whore?" She spits the words at him.

"What?" The question had cut into him.

"Dr. Sneed examined her last night and found nothing wrong. Nervous strain. Eleven London doctors examined her supposed illness and found nothing." She explained to him.

"They are fools." He tries to fight back.

"But fools who can read." Lady Jane reminds him of his lacking knowledge.

"She wants me to operate. But that will kill her. I don't know what to do." He is begging your mother to understand, to listen to him. Every word he says breaking his heart apart.

"You stay silent. And you can thank God and my principles that the Governor will hear nothing of this. Otherwise, he'd certainly call for your head. Get out." She turns away from him and keeps it turned until she is sure he has left for town. Lady Jane wipes a tear from her eyes.

"We'll need to watch your waist. If it thickens, I'll find an excuse for you to visit your uncle in India for nine months. As long as nobody knows, we might be able to salvage your reputation." She says walking into your bedroom.

" You don't understand." You say turning to her.

" You're not dying. But you are being ruined and taken for a fool."

"Mother," Belle stepped between you. "Her aorta is swelling. Unless she has this surgery, it will rupture and she will bleed to death."

"Stop it! Just stop it! You are filling her head with nonsense. You are not a doctor Belle. I won't let you hurt yourself with that man." Lady Jane hissed and turned for the door.

" Then you'll get me killed." You call after her. Belle takes your hand.

"what do I do?" She asks.

"Make sure you know everything about this operation, he is going to need your help." You say.

*_*_*_*

"That's the rough end of the feather, that is." Fagin says to Jack, "No doubt about it."

"It's impossible. I can't see how to save her." Jack feels utterly alone in his despair, as if you had already left him.

"You see, I have an inkling of how that feels. Well, look at this pie. It's tasty, salty, bit of gristle, but otherwise, full of gravy. I'll enjoy it, it'll fill me heart, but then, it'll be gone. And I will take comfort knowing that just around the corner will be another pie." His aged companion said.

"You're seriously comparing the woman I love to one of Rotty's pies?" Jack huffed, ready to leave the table.

"Look. There are times in this life when we have to face the loss of something so precious, it makes the heart clench just to think of it. Love's frail, Dodge, it don't last. Especially not in our world. That's what gives it its pain. And it's also what gives it its shine because in the flickering of a glim, it's gone. I'm sorry, Dodge. Truly."

*_*_*_*

"Our daughter has lost her senses. Dawkins has convinced her that she has some appalling illness." Your mother tells the Governor.

"Now, now, calm down, Jane. I told her it's ridiculous."

The prof and Sneed are once again examining you. Sneed using his watch to count your pulse.

"This is a waste of my very limited time." You groan.

"Your mother asked for a full examination. So, here we are. Good news. You have a very treatable ulcer." Sneed announces to you.

" Nonsense. I have an expansive mass and a bruit. My aorta is whooshing. Listen. Please." Using the stethoscope he listens to the way your heart throbbed.

"Inconclusive." He says.

"You're an intelligent man. Why are you being a coward?" Belle repremanded him.

"I am a qualified doctor with years of experience and a degree from Oxford. It's an ulcer." He says through gritted teeth.

" To be a man, to not have to beg a lesser mind, to, "Please, sir, can you save my life?" You cry.

"Try and get some rest," he turns to Belle, "And I'll consider this outburst an emotional response to a trying day from.both of you."

" So, are you feeling better?" Your father shuffles across the room and sits beside you, taking up your hand, " 'Cause I wouldn't want anything to happen. Because I couldn't live with that. I just couldn't." He weeps.

"She needs bed rest for the ulcer to heal." Sneed tells Lady Jane.

"Yes, it would be, if it was, but in my clinical opinion... your daughter has a curable ulcer, and Dawkins has a great flair for the dramatic." He sighs at his own cowardous.

" And this aneurysm, is there anything in it?" She asks him. "Dawkins seems to think it might be rather bad."

Sneed looks over to you and Belle. A moment of consciousness titters through him. Could he be the one who shatters the Governor? Not even the Prof had dared.

She smiles at him, and glances back at her daughters. "My concern is that Belle may take matters into her own hands."

*_*_*_*

You had been locked in your bedroom for some time as had Belle. You hear gentle steps coming up the corridor.

"y/n? Y/n, are you all right?" She knocks on the door,

"Splendid!" You sigh.

"Would it cheer you to hear of my love for Mr. Oliver Twist? " Fanny tries to help.

"Go away!" You try not cry.

"y/n, just let me in."

"If it were that simple, I'd be letting myself out." You scoff.

" No, I mean, emotionally."

"You think I'm a madwoman, too?" You ask.

"No. You're the most brilliant person I know. Belle is beyond my capabilities as well, though she is a bit rude. But if you think you have this, and she does, then I believe you. And I'm scared because I do love you so. Even if you find me a bit annoying." She slips her fingers below the door and you touch yours to them.

"Fanny? I need your help." An idea had popped into your mind as a way to get Belle to the hospital.

Yours and Belle's rooms had an adjoining balcony with a spiral staircase leading down to the gardens. Fanny walked quietly towards the redcoat. She pretends to feel faint and begins to fall over. The guard runs to her and she keeps the act up until you and Belle run down the steps and away from the house.

You have to stop part way as your chest tightens once more. Belle holds onto you.

Finally at the hospital you dart down to the morgue where you find Jack already practicing.

"Jack?" Your voice is quiet. He looks up at you, staring as if he is seeing an angel.

"If you think it can be done," he nods to Belle, "and it is what you want y/n, then I will try. For you." He says, you rush forward, throwing your arms around him. Jack holds you close to him, his arms wrapping tightly around you. This felt like he could finally breath once more and he buries his face into your neck for a moment pressing soft kisses to your skin.

"You can read Prof's notes." He gestures his arm to the note book. His other arm still wrapped around you. Belle grabs up the book and starts reading. "Yes. Yes. Disagree with that. That's just plainly wrong. I don't need these." She drops the book on the table, "Found it from First Principles. What's important is to get the hand positions. Cut into the linea alba." She says. Jack helps you to a stool then darts to the cadava on the table.

"All right. I've got that far."

" Good. Now, make a small aperture into the peritoneum, insert your finger into the abdomen. Pass your finger between the intestines to the spine. And now, push the needle with the ligature behind it." Belle instructs him.

"So, just shove a needle through y/n's entire body without piercing anything." Jack looks at you.

"Take care not to nick the aorta." You say to him.

"I can't." Jack grunts.

"or break the spinal cord." Belle says.

" I can't do this blindly. I will paralyse you or I will kill you." Jack says to you removing the instruments from the body.

"No, it's doable." You say.

"Watch." Belle takes over, "There. Ligation's tied. No damage to the aorta or the spinal cord." She grins.

"Assuming that we can do this, how do I tie it tight enough to fix it, but not so tightly, it cuts the circulation off completely?"

" We'll fill the aorta with water and try." Belle suggests. you watch as they remove the heart and begin running water through the tubes. Your strong stomach will need a prize after watching this.

" Come on, we are so close." Belle says.

"Move"

"Clamped." Jack pulls away angrily as Belle continues.

"Jack!"

"Belle it doesn't work." He huffs.

"No." You came over and start moving things grabbing the equipment. Sure you knew what to do after watching them.

Jack takes your shoulders.

"Please, y/n stop." Belle calls to you.

" No!"

"Stop. It doesn't work." Jack pulls you backwards and you collapse against him. The two of you collapse to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jack repeated, holding you to him as you both cry. Belle stands beside you both.

*_*_*_*

Returning home the two of step into the entrance hall and the chaos of your sister Fanny preparing her move to England. Trunks and bags were littered throughout the hall. Fanny looks up and sees you both, clocking the blood on Belle's hands.

"Oh, my God. What happened?"

" It's all right. It's someone else's." Belle replies.

" Did you do a murder? Is that why I broke you out?"

Belle doesn't reply. You see your mother by the stairs and walk up to her. Without a word you pull her into a hug, resting your head on her shoulder. Taking your hand she leads you back to your room.

"This will seem like cruelty, my darling, but I promise you, it's care." She tried to reassure you.

"Don't bother locking it. I'm not going anywhere." You sighs falling on to your bed. There seems to be nothing that can help you and you lay waiting for your fate.

Fanny comes into you and perches on your bed.

"I will miss coming to you, but I am so happy." She says. Turning you sit up and take her hands in yours.

"Fanny, you have the most beautiful soul, made only better by your face. I am going to miss seeing you every day. Try not to think of me too often." You tell her. Your sister understands your meaning.

"y/n, how could I not think of you every day? My first daughter will have your name so I might have just a little of you beside me." She grins and wipes away the tears. You hug her to you and you tell her you love her before she leaves for her new life.

You were sure she would flourish as a wife and Oliver did seem to be an agreeable man. Jack had known him from a long time ago. You decided that should you have the time you would have him tell you all about his life before he joined the navy. Pushing yourself from the bed you change from your dress into a simple chemise and your blue dressing gown. You wanted to be comfortable as you wrote out a letter to each member of your family.

With three done you ignore the spinning of your eyes and try to focus on your work. Your hand slips and knocks the ink pot over.

"damn." You say ripping the paper away to keep it from getting stained. Looking around you see another inkpot on your desk. Standing up you feel a tingle in your toes.

"no." You say to yourself and try to walk. Your foot is too heavy and you can't lift it. The blurring in your eyes becomes too much and you stumble against the table, knocking more things to the floor. You can no longer keep yourself up.

"No, Jack." You fall to the ground. With no strength to pull yourself up you lie awake on the green carpet. A cold is creeping into your skin. The tingle in your feet, becomes numbness until you can no longer feel them at all. Sure this was the moment you would die you began to pray, not for yourself or your soul, but for your family and Jack.

"y/n" his voice cut through the fog in your mind and he turned your limp body. "No, y/n" he grabs you up into his arms, a pistol in one hand.

"come on, stay with me." He begs you as he runs down the steps of your large house. Belle hears his steps and comes running out.

"What's happening?" She asks following Jack out to the delivery cart outside. He lays you into it and Belle gets beside the driver

"Drive, fast " she commands him. Jack has you in his lap, your head cradles against his body.

"stay with me y/n, please don't go yet." He repeats his plea to you all the way to the hospital.

Rushing inside, everyone who knows you turns to watch.

"Hetty! Prepare the surgery!" Belle shouts to the nurse as Jack carries you into the theatre

He lays you on the table, his hands cupping your face. Around him Belle and Hetty were rushing to gather everything he would need.

Sneed runs in.

"What on earth-"

Belle grabs him, "Rainsford, stop. Let us do this and I'll marry you as soon as you want." She says to him. He nods and backs up.

Jack presses a kiss to your forehead and you whimper, breath struggling to reach your lungs.

"I'm going to save, you okay. " He whispers to you. You nod as much as you could. " I love you. " Jack says again before placing the ether mask to your face. Everything for you goes black.

*_*_*_*

You began to dream, strange moments of fantasy and reality mixing together in swirls of bliss. At first your eyes are heavy and refuse to open so you stay and listen to your mother saying a prayer.

"Father, this is not okay. You must release Jack from prison." Belle implores her father.

"Governor, with all respect he saved your daughter's life. I was too afraid to tell you the truth before but, your daughter would have been dead if this operation had not happened." Sneed finally stands up for his beliefs.

"And no one else could have done it?" The governor asks.

"No, none of us are even an inch close to his skill. Your wife has sent the greatest surgeon of this century to his death." He repeats his previous words.

You can't tell why, but as you listen to them the feel of the room changes and you know you need to open your eyes. Your eyelids flick a few times before you focus on the ceiling above you. Instinctively you turn your head and see Jack outside the window.

"Jack." You say catching your family's attention.

"Let me see him?" You ask your father.

"No!" Lady Jane protests.

"let him in, let's give them some time." Your father says directing his family out of the door. Jack rushes in and drops down beside the bed taking your hands.

"What happened?" You ask seeing the blood and chains on his hands.

"your mother." He says. "I needed to know you were alive."

"You saved me." You say smiling at him, "I thought I was going to die without seeing you." Tears prick at your eyes.

"I would never let that happen." He kisses you. "I love you." He says.

"I love you too."

Jack tells you how the operation went and how Sneed had actually assisted him alongside Belle. You smiled as he talked, finally feeling like the two of you might have some peace.

The door opened, your father stepping in.

"I'm sorry my little dove, I have to break this up " he speaks solomnly.

"Why?" You ask.

"It is time for Jack to go. The guards are here for him." He explains. You shake your head.

"No, he did nothing wrong, father!" You begin to protest.

"y/n, it's okay. I'll go." Jack squeezes your hand. He presses one more kiss to your lips before pulling away. As he passed your father the governor stopped him.

"I'm sure this will all sort itself out soon enough, lad. Thank you for saving my daughter."

Jack gives him a quick nod, glances once more back to you before leaving.

Your father comes over to you and takes Jack's earlier place.

"Shall we settle all this silliness now?" He asks.

"Daddy, I love you but you need to use your backbone. Mother did not put you in your position, do not let her rule you. If Jack does not get out of prison I will return to England. If he stays I'll stay and with the money you gave me I will marry him. You cannot stop me. If he does I will never speak to you again." You say in the strongest voice you can muster. Your father sighs and pats your leg.

"There is no one I would rather lose you to." He grins and you know everything will be okay in the end. Little did you know what was happening at the harbour, or in the prison.

End of series one

Episode nine

@fandomfan-102

[elementaldoughnut12]

"You're My Purpose"

*Warning this does involve CM Punk and if you don't like don't read! Also contains blood*

*This fluffy punkintyre fic is for @afterdarkprincess and @thlayli-ra !*

“Man, this feels nice!” Punk says as he fully relaxes into the king size bed of his hotel room. He's wearing nothing but a pair of soft basketball shorts as he stretches against the blankets. They don't even bother the bruises and cuts that are on his skin that he received from the harsh leather belt earlier in the night. “You better not be on the bed before I treat your back!” A thick Scottish accent yells from the bathroom.

“Why not? Plus what are you gonna do if I don't listen?” Punks asks with a laugh. He stops laughing when he sees what his husband is wearing. Drew is dressed up in dark blue lingerie that cups his tits, bulge and ass perfectly while also accentuating his soft body hair. He also has on a lacy see-through dark blue robe that goes down mid thigh. “Holy shit” Punk says in shock as Drew walks over to the edge of the bed and stands just out of his reach.

“Didn't I tell you to not get on the bed yet?” Drew asks seriously, causing Punk to look away. “Yes, but you should've known I wouldn't listen” he says with a nervous laugh. “Figures, guess I have to go take all this off then” Drew says with a fake sigh as he's about to walk away but his wrist is gently grabbed by Punk. “No no no! Princess I'm sorry! I'll be good! I promise!” Punk pleads with a quiet whine. Drew smiles as he crawls onto the bed and cups Punk's face in his hands.

“You're gonna start listening?” Drew asks, causing Punk to rapidly nod. “Good, now turn around so I can work on your back” he says as Punk turns around. Drew gently traces the purplish bruises and welts across Punk's body, watching as the muscles in his husband's back twitch. “O mo chreach” Drew says quietly. “It doesn't hurt as much as you think it does” Punk says truthfully. He then hisses in pain when Drew gently touches an open cut on his shoulder.

“Doesn't hurt that much huh?” Drew asks as he grabs the peroxide. “I've been through worse” Punk says casually. “Care to explain?” Drew asks with a smile as he sprays the peroxide on Punk's skin. “How about my wife throwing me against a metal door and then carrying my lifeless body to the ring?” Punk asks, causing Drew to giggle. “Don't pretend you didn't like it” Drew says as he grabs a towel. He hears Punk quietly whine when the open cut starts to foam up from the peroxide.

“I didn't hurt you that bad earlier tonight did I?” Drew asks worryingly as he wipes the blood off. “Nah! Wish you did it harder like you do in the bedroom” Punk says as he looks at Drew. “Tha thu gòrach amadan” Drew says affectionately. “You know you love me” Punk says with a smile, causing Drew to blush. “That I do” he says as he gives Punk a kiss. Drew finishes wrapping up his husband's shoulder and any other injuries that need covered up. “Think that's all of them” Drew confirms as Punk turns back around.

“Told you I'd listen” Punk says proudly as he lays against the headboard. “Yeah and all it took was me threatening to take this outfit off” Drew says as he crawls over to Punk and straddles his lap. “You look absolutely beautiful in it” Punk says affectionately as he gently grabs Drew's ass. “If you're complimenting me just so we could have sex it's not gonna happen tonight” Drew says, causing Punk to gasp.

“Do you really think I would only compliment my beautiful, sexy, amazing wife just so I can sleep with her? I can't believe you think so low of me!” Punk says dramatically, causing both of them to laugh. “Guess that makes us even then” Drew says through laughter. “How so?” Punk asks curiously. “Well, considering you said you were done with me at the press conference. You're not done with me are you?” Drew says with a pout, causing Punk to quietly laugh.

“Princess, you know that I'll never be done with you cause you're my only purpose during this whole thing” Punk says affectionately, causing Drew to blush. “S-Say that again” Drew says quietly as Punk pulls him in closer. “Drew McIntyre, you are my purpose” Punk says again as he gives Drew a deep kiss. He feels the cool metal of Drew's wedding band against his face which brings back memories for Punk.

What used to be a very volatile feud somehow turned into something beautiful. Punk gets to actually be with someone beautiful and who rocks his world in ways he can't believe. He never thought his soulmate would be a hulking Scotsman with a soft side. As they part, Punk looks down in adoration as he gently traces the dark blue lace garter belt tattoo on his husband's thigh. “I truly don't deserve you but I'm glad I get to have you” Punk says truthfully as he looks into Drew's blue eyes.

“Tha gràdh cho mòr agam ort” Drew says with love in his eyes. “I love you too princess” Punk says back with a loving smile. They kiss one last time then Drew cuddles on Punk with his head on his chest. Punk feels Drew's breathing even out meaning he fell asleep so he kisses the top of Drew's head and looks out the window. He knows he doesn't deserve this life considering all the horrible things he's done but he's grateful he gets to watch the sunset and cuddle with his one true purpose.

[lgcrp]

HAPPY FIFTH ANNIVERSARY!

HAPPY FIVE YEARS, EVERYBODY ! ♡ can you believe we're already half a decade old already ? the baby that is lgc is off to kindergarten, and we can't help but cry like proud parents. 😭 in all seriousness though, it feels like just yesterday that lgc opened, and now five years have already passed – and yet, it's as if we're still just getting started. of course, lgc would have never made it this far without its members, and we're all so grateful to still be able to provide a space through lgc for everyone – us included ! – to enjoy ourselves both personally and creatively. as a thank you to all of you –as there's not even enough words in the world to express it enough ! – for everything, we'll be gifting everyone +30 FREE SKILL POINTS to distribute. please submit your LGC 5TH ANNIVERSARY points to the points blog before AUGUST 24, 2024 11:59 EDT. you may use this post as proof for your points sheets. additionally, we've created a simple GRAPHIC TEMPLATE for the UNIVERSE platform to use on our FANSITES. moving forward, this template will be linked in the monthly sns updates. we also don't want to discourage anyone from creating their own graphics for the fansites, especially like some have been for the monthly universe prompt. there used to be a non-canon twitter account that acted as a fan translation account for lgc artists on bubble. while fun and enjoyable, it was confusing whether or not what was posted on that account was considered canon in lgc, so we wanted to OFFICIALLY create a way for members with debuted muses to send messages on universe. we also hope this encourages members to post on the fansites more than twice a month. we've put together a EXAMPLE on how the universe graphics can be utilized with tumblr's text editor. please keep in mind that your posts must be company-appropriate and that the usual rules for sns still apply. we also ask that you refrain from interacting with or commenting on other lgc artists' activities through universe. additionally, idols may only post with their group mates. make sure to tag your fansite posts with #lgc:universe, and let us know if you have any questions. ( if you don't have access to photoshop or other editing software, please message us ! a member of the admod team can create/update your muse's universe profile for you, and will upload the final images to the same drive folder where the templates can be found. ) we still have more cool and really exciting things ( as you might've already seen on the LGCMANAGER blog *wink wink* ) planned for our fifth anniversary, but before we get ahead of ourselves, we do want to reiterate yet again how incredibly thankful we are for everyone who's made lgc their home. we cannot stress enough how humbled we are to lead a group of such talented and passionate writers. under the cut, you can read a short letter from some of us to express our gratitude in our own words. but from us as a whole, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for five years. here's to many, many more ! ♡ your lgcadmod team

happy five years, everyone!!! i can't believe it, lgc has officially lasted longer than my high school career, my college career, etc... it's crazy to think that such pivotal moments of my life have happened with lgc always there, in the background, as one of the only constants in my life. i say it every year and i'll say it again, but i can't thank you all enough for making lgc be the home that it is for me. i mean, this is the longest relationship i've ever committed to in my life!! seriously though, i'm so grateful for everyone i've met here and everything i've accomplished here, but we're not done yet! we still have so much in store for you all, and the anniversary event is just the tip of the iceberg of the fun stuff we've got planned this year alone. after all five years is just a drop in the bucket, let's double it and make it ten. 😎

— love yall so much, kristin (admin *)

it felt like yesterday when i was writing a message for lgc’s first anniversary and now that we’re celebrating the fifth one is something that shocks me sometimes! from starting off as a regular member, to a points and press mod, and now an admin that handles an array of tasks, i’ve seen quite a lot and if there’s anything that these anniversaries remind me of, it’s the dedication and commitment that everyone has to building and maintaining this community. i still remember seeing the first batch of muses receiving their 200 notoriety reward and the excitement and anticipation of wondering what that special 200 notoriety reward submit had to…well, 1,000 notoriety rewards happening! as someone who loves seeing the muses’ progression, it brings me joy whenever i see other muses reach certain milestones because not only does it show the dedication the mun has towards their muse, but the development the muse has gone through, just like the rp itself. legacy started off as a new rp but over time, changes and additions were made to make this rp awesome and a lot of that is thanks to everyone’s contributions. your suggestions, reactions, and even written posts, shaped legacy to be the way it is right now and will continue to do so in the future too! i’d also like to give a special shoutout to the past and present admod team members! legacy itself is quite a massive roleplay to take care of, but thank you so much for all of your effort and ideas! it makes me happy reading and seeing some of the projects being worked on behind the scenes from the admods and every time i hope that everyone else enjoys them too! as mentioned above, there are exciting things coming and i’m certain that the rest of 2024 and 2025 will be quite a ride too (trust me, some stuffs for 2025 have been planned since q2)! once again, thank you everyone for being a part of such a special moment and happy 5th anniversary to lgcrp!

— love, cloud ☁️ (admin a)

five years already, it sounds surreal! Although my importance as an admin has become lesser since my return, I can’t help but feel pride that the roleplay has been thriving for such a long time. and that is all thanks to you, the members, as well as the wonderful team of admins and mods that work tirelessly to make LGC function. whether you have recently joined, or even to those who left, everyone who has passed through LGC has left their mark and helped make it the place it is today. when we created the rp, I don’t think any of us expected it to last this long with so many invested and wonderful members. it really warms my heart. let’s cheer to another five years, maybe?

— love, marie

[reashot]

Part 2 or How Bleiss got what's coming to her and Jaune met someone new.

part 1 here:

Jaune: W-what did you do to me Bleiss? *breathing heavily*

Bleiss: Ah it seems the drug finally worked...

Jaune: You drugged me... Why? *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh don't pretend you don't know. It's cute for a while but now it's just exhausting. You know I've been wanting to tap your booty for a while now and you for some reason keep refusing me... So this is more your fault than it is mine.

Jaune: I... *gasp* Know your feeling of me. But I can't return it... To you I'm in love with... *gasp*

Bleiss: Who Ruby. That little jailbait? Ha, ha, ha... Oh Jaune I'm sorry to say but right now I bet she is being pounded by Cardin in the room next door.

Jaune: No... Y-you're lying! *gasp* She, she wouldn't do that!

Bleiss: Oh I'm afraid so.... She said she doesn't like you anymore and prefers Cardin.

Meanwhile.

Ruby: No!!! Don't!!! *moan* Leave me alone!

Cardin: Stand still! You're only making it worse. *grabs Ruby's hand*

Ruby: No!!! Don't touch me!!! *slap Cardin's meaty hands away*

Cardin: Ouch! You bitch! *violently grabs both of Ruby's wrist*

Ruby: *squeak* N-no. What are you doing... Please stop! Cardin please stop this. I won't tell anyone about this so please Cardin, please just let me go...

Cardin: Shhh.... It will be over soon. *starts to lean closer*

Ruby: *starts tearing up* No don't please don't... (Save me Jaune.)

Back to Jaune

Jaune: Bleiss if something happened to Ruby I will! *gasp*

Bleiss: Oh Jaune your threat would be more believable if you weren't pitching a huge tent in your pants. *points to Jaune rather sizable package*

Jaune: W-what's happening to me?

Bleiss: Just think of it like a roofie but you get to be awake and you get to ravish me whether you want to or not. Now let me take off your pants. *zips down*

Jaune: (Is-Is this how I will lose my first time? If I knew I would have done it much sooner. I'm sorry Ruby, I'm sorry.)

Bleiss: Ah yes just like how I like my sausage. Big, meaty, long, red and no doubt filled with that whitey goodness.

Jaune: No help! Help! Rape! I'm about to raped!

Bleiss: Silly Jaune. Didn't you know that it's not considered rape if it's done by a girl he, he.... *got smacked in the head*

Ouch. What the hell!?

You!!! What the Salem are you doing here?

???:

Jaune: Ruby?

Oh thank the brothers you're okay...

Wait you're not Ruby. Who are you?

???: *politely bows back to Jaune while carrying Bleiss on her arm*

Bleiss: Hey let me go, I almost had him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to finally get him... *gets chopped in the back of the neck*

Ughhh.... *faint*

Jaune: Uhh.... Thanks. I guess.

???: *Bows again to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: Wait you never tell me your name!

*disappears in a burst of blue petals*

Who is she?

*burst into the room*

Cardin: Hey dork I got your girlfriend right here. I think that bitch Bleiss did something to her.

Jaune: Ruby! Oh thank Oum you're all right. *hugs her*

Ruby: *orgasmed on the spot* Jaune please... I, I can't hold it much longer. Please have sex with me Jaune. Or else I'm going to lose my mind...

Cardin: I think it's my cue to leave.

Jaune: W-wait Cardin! I want to say thank you for helping and for not doing anything to Ruby while she is in this state.

Cardin: It's that how little you think of me Arc? I maybe a bully but I'm not a rapist. Anyway you might need this.

*throws a condom to Jaune before leaving*

Jaune: I! Thanks Cardin... (Kinda small for me though)

Ruby: Please Jaune, please my body is on fire. And I don't think I can handle it much longer!

Jaune: Of course Ruby I can't hold it much longer too. I should have done it much sooner with you. And Ruby I want to say, I love you...

Ruby: Oh Jaune. I love you too... 😢

Same time, outside

*dropped Bleiss in the middle of a clearing*

Bleiss: Hey you can't treat me like this I'm delicate!

???:

Bleiss: Ouch! okay, okay I give up, I'll apologize okay. I apologize for almost NTRing Jaune.

???: !!!

Bleiss: And I will apologize to Jaune too.

???: !!?

Bleiss: *sigh* and yes to Ruby too. So please stop hitting me.

???: ...

Bleiss: Oh thank you.

*one last smack in the head*

What the Hell!

[gntlets]

　　[ ON CANON DIVERGENCE AND SEASON 2. ]

i've been cooking up these thoughts for a while as i've meditated on where s2 left us, but conversations with @gettnup and @gambl4r only reinforced a few things for me regarding my portrayal of vi, so it's finally time to share with the world at large.

IN REGARDS TO THE ENFORCER OF IT ALL. at the end of the day, vi's always going to be toxically co-dependent and desperate specifically in relation to her sister; jinx is her number one person, the most important thing to her, and that's never going to change regardless of ship or circumstance. she's all vi thought of and all that kept her going in as miserable and traumatizing a place as stillwater ( to the point where the guards essentially had to beat her to make her stop mentioning her ) and her main motivation throughout the entire show. their relationship is wildly important to vi, often at the cost of everyone else around her, and easily the most fascinating thing about the show for me personally, so that does reflect not only in my threads but also my portrayal. ( obvious shoutout to @j1hnxed & @raiots <3 )

of course caitlyn was also important to her ( pulled her free from her hell of seven years, saved her life, helped her when she had very few friends or allies to her name ) but vi wasn't just chasing tail by temporarily becoming an enforcer, she was trying to stop jinx and avenge what became of her beloved sister before she could hurt more people or tarnish powder's memory any further. it was all impulsively sought opportunity, something she should have considered more carefully before she trampled over everything she herself stands for; would have considered more carefully were it again not for being fresh out of a prison of almost a decade and experiencing trauma after trauma after trauma, the kind so brutal and expansive that it warrants its own post later on. the tl;dr is i don't believe vi is some blameless hero for anything she's done or the decisions she has made, nor do i think she's anywhere close to evil or malicious. she's a mess of complexities, she's a human being who loves her sister and who just can't seem to stop fucking up, and i eat it up.

but please dear god note that by act 2 and thereafter, vi's already permanently stripped herself of any enforcer identity; i don't fuck with any theories or canons that suggest otherwise. allying herself with her oppressors was a temporary mistake over and done with, and one that she's still working to make up for both for her loved ones and for herself. her own values, her own opinions, remain skeptical and cynical re: topsiders and everything that has to do with their politics. she isn't perfect, morally, and her defensive hard-headed temper has a rough time fully facing everything she's done as black and white wrong when it was all so driven by her sister, but she's also so simultaneously sick with guilt, with self-loathing about a few of her key choices anyway that she knows she needs to do ... something. vi is a character constantly at war with herself.

IN REGARDS TO CAITVI / VI'S FUTURE. can absolutely be ship or partner or verse dependent, but for my main and default verse, vi does not remain with caitlyn, much less in piltover, post-canon. when the dust clears and everything settles, the fact remains that vi absolutely hates it topside and certainly doesn't feel as though she belongs there. with or without jinx ( although act 3 does seem to imply that caitlyn realizes jinx is alive and thus more than likely does loop vi in on this knowledge ) vi won't and can't shake zaun. one identity crisis later and she's inevitably pulled right back home, to make amends, to work on herself, to recollect ... whether that means rebuilding what she's lost with @gettnup and the firelights, or going rogue for a while with borderline vigilante style intentions as she tries to clear the air with her people, or even finally find some common threads with @gambl4r. maybe they'll get drunk-married in the zaunite equivalent of vegas somewhere. who can say.

note that i also very much emphasize all of vi's lingering ptsd, anger issues, alcoholism, and other defining mental health issues ( further identified in the dossier in my pinned post ) for my portrayal; i loved the heaviness and intensity of her mental state in act 2, and don't agree that it could be so quickly cast aside like that peaceful moment at the end of act 3 seemed to want us to believe. vi is severely damaged, and i'll continue to write her that way.

regardless of her path, one thing is certain: she belongs to zaun, and that's always where she'll be.