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putmeinmoviebaby · 1 month ago

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Many times in my life, I felt used, used by everyone around me. I wanted them not to see me as a "little girl"; I wanted them to see me with more maturity.

Despite my efforts to show this maturity and ability, it seemed like no one noticed. At that exact moment, hopping from party to party in Hollywood, I only felt emptier inside.

"Miss Y/n, would you like another glass of wine?" – I hear the waiter’s voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, please," I say, extending the glass in his direction.

Being an actress has its good and bad moments; having to attend all kinds of parties to bring publicity to your name is one of them.

People around don’t care much about whether you're polite, hard-working, or intelligent. The only thing that matters to them is beauty; if you’re beautiful in their eyes, you’ve already won.

Right then, I found myself at one of these parties, in an expensive dress, trying to look perfect. I had to laugh at the men’s jokes and run my hand through my hair, trying to play the doll.

Tired of that whole atmosphere, I was sitting on a sofa in the back of the room, with glasses scattered on the table and a lit cigarette between my fingers.

Looking to the side, I see a tall man with blue eyes and mature skin, short hair. He was walking toward the empty spot beside me.

"Would you mind if I sat here?" – I hear the man’s husky voice, close to my face.

I turn to look at his face and shrug, signaling for him to sit. He settles beside me, holding a pack of cigarettes in one hand. His long fingers place a cigarette in his mouth.

"Could you lend me your lighter, darling?"

I take the lighter from my pocket and bring it to his face to light the cigarette. His face was striking, with thick eyebrows and intense blue eyes. He cupped his hands around the flame, lighting the cigarette between his lips.

I see his eyes scan my face, observing every detail – lips, eyes – tracing over my entire face.

I felt a chill run through me, the wind brushing against me on that cold and cloudy night.

"Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing here, dear." – I hear his husky voice, speaking close to my face.

I feel a warm, soft touch on my shoulders and realize he had placed his jacket over me.

"You didn’t have to, I was fine." – I say, avoiding his eyes.

"You were shivering all over, love." Hearing his words, I feel my face heat up, growing embarrassed.

"Do I know you? Are you a model by chance? Maybe you know my son, Lennon; he’s a model," – I hear the man’s voice as I see smoke leave his lips. "Talented kid, takes after his father, obviously," – he says with a laugh.

"Actually, no, I’m an actress. I’m currently working on a project with Tarantino," – I reply, looking at his face. "Although I have seen Lennon walk the runway once."

"So you’re Liam Gallagher?"

"Yes, the one and only." He laughs as he says this.

I didn’t recognize you; you look different from the last time I remember." – I say, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, age catches up more and more each day, I’d say."

"You look great; you seem young," – I reply, looking at him, seeing those eyes watching me intently.

"Thank you, darling. You look beautiful tonight."

Liam leaned closer, and the smile on his lips showed he noticed the way I looked at him. His blue eyes examined me intently, a direct and unhurried gaze that seemed to see beyond the surface.

"So," he said with a slight smile, his eyes never leaving mine, "you don’t really seem like someone who feels comfortable at parties like this. Or am I wrong?"

I gave a slight smile, tossing my hair to the side and holding his gaze firmly. "Let’s say this party doesn’t have much to offer me, besides a few glasses of wine and… some interesting conversations."

He leaned in slightly, resting his elbow on the sofa and moving a little closer. "Interesting?" – his voice was low, husky, as if challenging me to continue. "And how am I doing so far?"

I studied him, holding his gaze with a confidence that seemed to surprise him. "I’d say you’re still in the testing phase, Gallagher. But I have to admit, you’re piquing my curiosity."

He smiled, the kind of smile only someone accustomed to attention would give – confident, but with a touch of mystery. "Well, I’m glad to know I’ve at least earned your curiosity," he replied, keeping his voice soft and his gaze fixed on me. "But I didn’t come to parties like this just to be tested."

I leaned in his direction, feeling the tension between us grow. "Oh, really? Then tell me, what do you hope to find here?"

Liam kept his intense gaze, as if carefully weighing each word. "I hoped to find something... out of the ordinary. Someone who, like me, sees beyond appearances and all the theatrics."

I let out a light laugh. "So, you’re looking for authenticity in the most superficial place in Los Angeles?" – I teased, still holding his gaze, not backing down.

He shrugged, with a smile of someone who loves a good challenge. "Believe it or not, sometimes the most unlikely places hold interesting surprises." He leaned a little closer, his blue eyes fixed on mine, and I felt the atmosphere around us change, as if the party noise gradually disappeared. "And you, what are you looking for, then?"

I crossed my legs and settled into the sofa, savoring the moment, unhurried. "Something similar, maybe. I’m tired of living the same kind of night, with the same people, the same conversations." I paused, seeing the gleam in his eyes intensify, and added, "I guess I’m also looking for something out of the ordinary."

Liam nodded slightly, a satisfied glint in his eye. "Interesting... Seems this tedious party had a surprise in store for me, after all." He leaned a little closer, his face just inches from mine. He exuded a mature confidence, as if he understood the game between us but wasn’t rushing the next move.

"The luck is all yours, then," I replied, in a light tone but with a challenging smile. "Not everyone here is ready for a conversation that goes beyond the surface."

He laughed, with that easy smile that seemed to carry stories that didn’t need words. "I’ll take that luck. But, who knows, maybe I can do something to prolong it a bit," he said, while keeping his gaze locked on mine, not looking away. "Want to go for a walk? I think we both deserve something different from what this party has to offer."

I analyzed him, still feeling the intensity of his gaze on me. "Tempting proposal, Gallagher," I said, letting a smile slip. "Maybe that’s exactly what I need."

He smiled and stood up from the sofa, making me follow him. As we approached the exit, I felt his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

Reaching the exit of the large mansion where the party was happening, Liam asked the valet to call a cab.

"Would you like to go to my apartment? It’s not far from here," I say near his ear.

"You decide, darling," I hear his voice as he runs his fingers along my cheek.

The cab stopped in front of us, and Liam opened the door, gesturing for me to enter first. I got in, and he followed, settling next to me. The small space between us in the back seat felt intense.

As the cab drove along the road, the silence was comfortable but charged with expectation. Liam put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me slightly closer to him. I felt his presence, his distinct scent, and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to capture that feeling.

We arrived at my apartment. I got out of the car, and when I looked back, he was already beside me, so close I felt his breath as he leaned in slightly, as if the air around us was filled with possibilities.

We went up to my floor, and when I opened the door, the calm of the apartment seemed to envelop us. Liam took a few steps inside, observing the place, while I left my purse on the entry table. The tension that had existed between us since the party seemed to grow with each second.

He turned to me, approaching slowly, until we were face to face. His hand found my face, sliding through my hair as his eyes watched me with a silent intensity.

"So, this is where you hide from the world?" – he asked, with a slight smile on his lips.

"This is where I try to be myself," I replied in a low voice.

Liam moved closer, his fingers tracing a gentle line along my face, moving down my shoulders and lightly pulling me toward him.

He leaned his face toward my neck, and his lips trailed repeatedly along my shoulder, drawing sighs from me that traveled through every fiber of my being.

He slid his fingers over my face and, without saying a word, moved closer once more, his lips brushing against mine, in a light, slow touch, as if wanting to make that moment last forever.

As he pulled back slightly, his eyes held an intensity that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. "You realize we’re just beginning, don’t you, love?" – he said, with a smile on his lips.

I smiled back, letting myself dive into that feeling, not worrying about what would come next. "Maybe that’s exactly what I was looking for without knowing it," I replied, letting my gaze express what words couldn’t.

He laughed softly, with that confidence that intrigued me so much. "Then let’s see where this takes us, darling," he murmured, his fingers still entwined with mine.

The End

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violetswritingg · 5 months ago

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Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

Hey! I don't normally post my writing on here, I'm normally only on Wattpad but I decided to cross post and so here is the first of many fics to be moved over here and enjoyed as well! I hope you guys enjoy the story, I honestly have no idea who many chapters this is going to be lol.

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April, 2005

Oklahoma

The sound of silverware on plates was all that could be heard, but that was normal for a Thornton-Harding-St. James family dinner. Nathan and Juliette had been tense all dinner barely saying a word to each other. All since Jo and Bill had arrived all smiles. The women's mother Michelle, and both Jo and Bill watching the parents as if they were an active bomb ready to go off at any moment. Nathan was at least trying. Smiling, as best he could, and making polite conversation when prompted, the father mainly focused on Riley who sat on his other side. Making sure she wasn't playing with her food.

At six she should know better, and he needed to teach her it was rude to waste the food someone had worked really hard to make for them. But now that the food had been eaten, there wasn't much distraction left to hide behind.

"Uh, so, Julie, how's Riley been doing in school?" Jo tried; she really did. But Juliette was mean on a good day and that day was not today. The empty wine glass next to her being her fourth, and once she got to drinking her temper just got worse.

"She's doing fine." Juliette sniffed as she sat up straighter, a forced smile on her face. Eyes narrowed as she settled into a defensive position. "Why?"

"No reason, just making conversation." Jo sighed, looking at Bill for a second before meeting Nathan's grimaced grin. Trying not to cause a scene in front of everybody was taking all his will power, wanting nothing more than to snap at Juliette and shake her. Hoping that would maybe change her entire personality, the one he hadn't seen until she was telling him she was pregnant and that it was his all those years ago.

"Right." Juliette scoffed, "You have no right to judge me, you don't even have a kid!" her jaw snapped shut, eyes blistering as she spat her words at her older sister. Jo tensed up and Riley had started to pay attention to the adults at the table instead of finishing her little slice of pie. Nathan wanted to crawl into a hole and die, take Riley with him far far away from Juliette. Riley loved Jo and Bill though and he couldn't just do that. Michelle was over the moon when she found out she was going to have a grandbaby, she's 75 now and doesn't have a lot of time left to spend with anyone, much less Riley, not with how her health had been declining recently. The stress of living in Tornado alley having taken its toll after her husband was taken in that fateful storm.

Riley was her whole world. Michelle watched her when Nathan, Bill, and Jo were out storm chasing. Juliette, even though she lived in the same house, the Harding family farm. Being rebuilt on the same land, Michelle couldn't bare to leave it behind after the original house was destroyed. Riley didn't mind it, even though she missed her dad, she loved getting to hang out with Grandma. They were like best friends. But Nathan had needed to start taking Riley with him and his team because of her health issues, and because he knew that Juliette would leave Riley to her own devices for however long he was gone, the almost 6 year old hanging out in the tech van usually a couple miles behind him and always a safe distance from the storm in pursuit.

"I am very much aware of that Juliette." Jo grit out, Bill reaching out an arm around her shoulders, the couple had hit their early 40's, still childless, still chasing. But had been entertaining the idea of settling down after one too many close calls. The topic of having kids was a sensitive one, they had been trying quietly for about a year now and no luck. Something Jo had shared with her sister and Nathan in confidence.

"The food was great Michelle-" Bill tried to move onto another topic, but got blocked.

"I'm not surprised though, I'm sure there's cobwebs up there at this point." Juliette cruelly laughed. "I'm sure Bill will move on to a younger model when he finally realizes you'll never be able to produce."

"Juliette May Thornton! You watch your-"

"What mom?" Juliette turned on Michelle next, the elderly woman sitting taller in her chair, white hair pulled back in a simple style, warm eyes worn and normally full of life. Now though, they only held disappointment in her youngest daughter. "There it is. There's the look. I'm not going to take this; I am not going to be attacked in my own goddamn house." Julliette huffed and pushed out her chair with a sharp scrape against the wood flooring and stomped upstairs.

Nathan let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, as Riley's little voice called out for her mom. Only to be ignored.

"Why don't you go turn on some cartoons okay baby? You got 30 minutes until bedtime, you get one show and then in the bath for you okay?" Nathan picked up his daughter and hauled her into his lap, booping her nose, causing light giggles to erupt.

Riley's dark blonde curls bouncing as she nodded quickly, Nathan setting her on her feet and the adults chuckled as she all but ran. Already hearing the Scooby-doo theme song playing over the air. The tension leaving his shoulders now that the cause of all his stress was no longer in the room.

"I'm sorry." He breathed, "She's been in a bad mood all day, picking fights just because."

"Hey, I grew up with her. If I'm not used to it at this point, then I need a thicker skin." Jo chuckled, despite the hurt still lingering in her eyes.

"Still, what crawled up her ass and died?" Bill scoffed, pulling Jo to his side and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Nathan watching, his sight going green for a second. That's what he wanted, it's what he didn't know he wanted until he saw it with them, until he had to spend his days attached to Juliette. Riley was the bright spot, the good thing to come out of a shitty situation. Nathan would deal with Juliette every day for the rest of his life as long as he got to see Riley.

"I have been asking myself that question for years Billy." Nathan sighed out, laughing to himself, resigned to dealing with it later.

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"What you said at dinner was uncalled for." Nathan puffed out, pulling off pillows from their shared bed. He may as well be sleeping alone though.

"Are you gonna attack me now too Nathanial?" Juliette scoffed, rolling her eyes at him from the bathroom vanity mirror as she got ready for bed. The slight slur to her voice telling him the wine was starting to hit her full force now.

"I'm not attacking you, simply stating you went too far. And that maybe you owe Jo an apology?" He tried, but got nothing but a single, indignant laugh in response.

"You think she's better than me huh? Is that it?!" Nathan hung his head, abandoning the task of making up the bed. He pushed back the tears of frustration and looked back at the woman he was sure he had been in love with, or at the very least liked at one point.

"When have I ever said that?" He started, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"You don't have to say it, you've always liked her better than me. Just like everyone else! I thought you were different!"

"You are 36 years old Juliette! When are you going to let this go?" He never raised his voice when they argued, never wanting Riley to hear, but Juliette seemed to want to wake the whole house which included Jo and Bill who were spending the night before heading out in the morning. Thunder rolled in the distance.

"You aren't denying it! God! I am so stupid! I never should have stayed. Never should have-" She kept muttering under her breath every seeming regret she had as she stormed into the room, yanked open the closet, grabbing a duffle bag from inside and throwing her clothes in it haphazardly. "This place is suffocating! You are suffocating with your judgy eyes and every comment about how I raise Riley-"

"You don't! That's the issue! What are you doing?" Nathan sighed as she plopped the duffle bag on the still made up side of the bed, her side.

"What does it look like. I can't stay here. Not with you or them. All of you just hate on me all the time, look at me like I'm nothing but a disappointment. I'm sorry I'm not perfect! I'm sorry I'm not golden girl Jo!" Juliette finished, throwing an arm towards the door, chest heaving as she zipped up her duffle bag and yanked open the bedroom door. Slamming it shut behind her.

Nathan listened to her as she went down the stairs, taking a breath before he was going after her, repeating over and over she is the mother of your child in his head. When they first met, it was in the middle of storm season and Jo's kid sister decided she wanted to come with her chasing that year, she was just as wild back then. Less mean, less insecure. She was all bright eyes and wide smiles, soft skin and warm affection. Until she got pregnant. That's when everything changed.

"Jules! Jules!" Nathan whisper-shouted, as he tripped down the stairs.

"What's happening?" Bill questioned, opening the door to the guest room on the first floor, in a white t-shirt and his boxers, yawning and scratching his face. Jo's voice behind him asking the same thing, sleep slurring her words though.

"I don't know William, ask your wife." Juliette spit as she past him and Nathan was still trying to get to her.

"Just go back to bed, sorry for waking you-"

"Oh shut up Nathan!"

"Was I talking to you?!" He finally snapped and Bill's mouth dropped, Juliette looked like she had been slapped.

"Well, I never..." Juliette huffed, holding a hand to her chest. Crocodile tears in her eyes, Nathan had seen them enough to know she was just trying to make him feel guilty. It was at that moment that Jo decided to get out of bed and come to the door to see what was going on.

"Bill, Jo, please, go back to bed. We're fine-"

"No! We're not fine. You know this is all your fault? Right?! If I had never gotten pregnant, my life wouldn't be like it is now. Miserable. If I had never met you or had Riley I would be happy. I wish I had never met you! I wish I had gotten rid of the baby, keeping her was a mistake-"

"Hey!-" Nathan could only see red.

"Mommy?"

Everything stopped and it felt like a lead weight had been dropped into Nathan's stomach. He turned around and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, the dirty-blonde head of his daughter, her big blue eyes, his eyes, staring up at her mother with confusion.

It was clear Juliette didn't know what to say, and Nathan was ready to swing if she said anything negative to his kid. There was a tense silence, Riley pulled her blanket and stuffed rabbit closer to her, looking unsure.

"Do you want a hug? You look sad." Riley pattered slowly up to the woman, stopping at her feet and looking up at the much taller adult who had given birth to her. Tugging on her sweatpants gently, looking for a connection. It broke Nathan's heart, knowing Riley would never get that. At least not with Juliette.

"I'm not your mommy anymore." With that Juliette turned on her heel and left. Slamming the front door behind her.

"Daddy?" Riley, with tears in her eyes looked to the man who was instantly there. Picking her up and holding her to him, her tears dampening the shoulder of his t-shirt. "Where did mommy go?"

"I don't know baby. I don't know." With one last look over his shoulder to Bill and Jo, the couple grinning sadly at the father-daughter pair. Nathan doing his best to not shake in anger. Juliette was gone for now, he had to focus on Riley. Make sure she was okay. And so, he took his daughter back up to her room and three bedtime stories, a lullaby, and a forehead kiss later she was back down and snoring softly. Hair sprawled crazily behind her, her favorite dino pj's on, blanket and rabbit next to her.

Nathan's love-filled gaze was like honey, his fingers petting her hair back from her face. When Juliette told him she was pregnant he had been terrified, convinced she was lying. He didn't take it well. He was still in his PhD program, had just been offered a huge grant to keep working on his already existing research, he couldn't see himself able to have a kid without throwing everything he had been working towards his whole life away.

Which wasn't true, he had to defer the grant for a year, finished out that year at school and then dropped out of the PhD program, it killed him, but he couldn't go to school back home in Arkansas if Juliette refused to leave Oklahoma. He may not have wanted the kid in the first place but he was raised right and was going to step up however he had to.

He wanted to be there for Juliette as she carried the baby, support her. She was miserable, she lost close to twenty pounds due to morning sickness and had to be on bed rest for months. It wasn't fun and she was horrible every minute of it. Michelle and him had to walk on eggshells every second of every day, and even then they still would set her off someway somehow. They let it slide during the pregnancy because it was understandable, she was constantly uncomfortable, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't walk. But after Riley was born the behavior stayed, and only got worse as Riley struggled to breast feed and Juliette struggled to bond with her baby.

The connection with Nathan and Riley had been immediate though and that pissed Juliette off, it was just one more person who hadn't chosen her first. That, in her mind, didn't want her. Nathan suggested therapy but was met with a scoff and another argument about her being scared he was trying to take Riley away from her by claiming she was crazy, which was so not the case.

He could still remember when he first held Riley in the hospital, how perfect she was in every way, and still is. He hadn't ever felt the kind of love he did when he first laid eyes on his daughter, her little fingers wrapped around his pointer finger and his entire heart. She was an easy kid, at least with him. Juliette never seemed to figure out how to calm Riley down when she was fussy or upset, and would get frustrated with her quickly, yelling, berating. Nathan had walked in one time when Riley had gotten a fever and needed one of them up with her at all times, he could have sworn Juliette was about to shake the, then months old Riley, who had been wailing for what felt like hours that night.

He stopped trusting her to be alone with Riley at that moment in time. In the back of his mind he always knew Juliette wasn't going to stick around, she never did when things got hard. Fact of the matter was this had happened before, multiple times, Nathan just hoped that one day Riley wouldn't remember any of this. Or the hurtful words her mom said to her that night.

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago

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Happy Weekend everyone :) Whew we are almost halfway through s3 already it's crazy. I love how when we get little content the previous ep the next one has loads. This is Lucy’s first real foray into UC. Seeing that deeper Harper/Lucy bond. Tim’s freak out and protectiveness. Such a good one for so many reasons. So many more gifs I wanted to use but sadly Tumblr keeps me to 30. They need to up that ha Oh well let’s get this started.

3x06 Revelations

Our ep starts out with Tamara and Lucy. Lucy making sure she gets at least one good dinner for the week. I just love their relationship so much. Tamara was such a good addition to the show. Adding some extra depth for Lucy. She is an excellent pseudo mom to her. Tamara asks if she can interview Lucy for a paper for school. Has to do with women in male dominated fields.

Lucy is adorable in her reply saying she's honored she’s asking her. How far these two have come. Lucy says she should be off early tomorrow. Let's Tamara know she’s just doing site security with Tim. It’s for the CCOA. Basically a convention for UC cops. I did love her saying ‘My Sergeant’ when explaining her work plans tomorrow. Made me happy. Yes he is. In more ways than one. Heh

We first join our lovely duo running security checks at the entrance. Lucy asking if Tim does this every year? Tim tells her no but he went with Isabel once to this. Look our boy bringing up Isabel casually. Being the one to and not have it bring him down. I'm so proud of him. Doesn’t phase him like it used to. Not only that but he’s cracking jokes over here.

Saying he just worked on his tan while Isabel attended seminars haha Replying to her question about what they teach here with sass. Tim tells her he has no idea but he's clearly having fun with his reply. Lucy still isn’t used to his sassy side. Her reaction above says it all. You did this lady hehe Enjoy the fruits of your labor madam.

Their lighthearted moment is interrupted by an old friend of Tim’s. He drives up like a bat out of hell. Tim is excited to see him (at first...) Tim is in such a good mood when he rolls up. Just outside cracking jokes with his girl having a good time. Even introduces Lucy (by her first name BTW) to his friend proudly. Shortly after their reunion Tim realizes the girl in the car is not his wife….

She blatantly hits on him calling him pretty. I mean he is. Look at the man. I’ve said before he is sex on stick. Mack notes he only gets prettier with age. He's not wrong...it’s true. Loved Eric since his DOOL days. Was in love with him then as a teenager and even more so now ha So that is accurate. Aged like a fine ass wine. *chef kiss*

Tim pulls Mack aside and wants to talk. Lets him know if he wants to run around on his wife that's his business. But he looks high as a kite. I love the way Lucy watches the interaction. Already in protect Tim emotionally mode. Mack tells him it's just oxy. He got hurt on the job month ago and the pain is a bear.

He takes off before Tim can say more and the look of worry on Lucy's face only increases. She can tell Tim is shook up about seeing his old friend this way. It’s affecting him more than he would like. I think he must’ve been in the academy with Tim. To watch someone you used to be close fall from grace is never easy to watch. Especially when it's so closely related to what Isabel was like.

Lucy spies on Harper giving a lecture to potential female UC’s in the making. You can see her interest is piqued. Harper even spots her before she shuts the door. Cracks me up the way she jumps when Tim catches her. I always love me some arm crossed disapproving Tim. Mmm. gimme. His emotions are written all over his face. They honestly color his attitude for almost the entirety of this episode. He’s not upset she snuck a peak. He’s upset she’s interested in UC. The way he looks back that that sign says it all. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach has settled and its not going anywhere.

This next scene we start to see Tim’s demons about UC surface a little. That good mood of his is long gone. He immediately confronts her about it. Asking her if she was spying in on seminars? She can’t lie to save her life when he looks at her. She adorably replies maybe…She's so excited by the prospect of UC she isn’t picking up on the stress Tim is throwing down in this scene.

He chews her out a little for spying and why it was wrong. I think we all know this has zero to do with the spying. That it 100 percent has to do with the subject matter that’s peaked her interest. He is trying to cut this off at the pass. He is not remotely excited about her being interested in UC at all..

We return to our couple reporting to Mack’s room. His wife Beth is banging on the door. His mistress won’t let her in. Tim doesn't have time for this and kicks the door down. Oh my. He runs inside and sees Mack has OD’d. Lucy goes and gets the Narcan to revive him. Mack comes to and is begging his wife to stay. He is so very out of it. His wife storms off saying she can’t do this anymore. Ugh poor Tim. The look he shares with Lucy kills me. The pre-tears and all. The fact that he's upset and looks back at her for support. My heart. This was not how he envisioned spending this day. It was supposed to be an easy security site job that turned into so much more.

Tim rejoins Mack at the hospital. He is so very angry with him. His pre-tears are killing me in these scenes with Mack. Poor Tim this ep is bringing up a lot of demons for him. Ones he truly thought he was putting behind him. Not just UC ones either. Telling Mack he’s not making the same mistakes he did with Isabel. Tim has made major strides when it comes to her but those scars still linger. They’re not gone and probably never will be fully. I’m sure he still tortures himself about his inaction with her. He won't do that again. To Tim this is a way to make up for that. Atone for that sin.

Lucy is leaving for the day when she spots Harper waiting at her car. Now I said when Harper joined the show how excited I was. That her and Lucy’s relationship was one of those reasons. These are the moments that I love so much. Harper is straight with her and says 'You know we’re gonna have to talk about it right?' Clearly referring to her sneaking a peak.

Lucy thinks Harper is there to scold here just like Tim did. The beautiful thing about this scene is she doesn’t. Nyla encourages and supports her UC aspirations. This is where she becomes her UC mentee really. After Lucy explains why she peaked in Harper can’t help but want to help Lucy with this.

Can sense her genuine excitement about it. Even agrees to drinks to talk about it. Hell it’s her idea how far we’ve come ❤️ Lucy postpones her interview with Tamara to go out with Nyla. Harper then gets a distress call from one of her old UC contacts. Asks if Lucy wants to come instead of a rain check on drinks? She jumps on this offer immediately. Wanting to see first hand what an operation is like.

Harper sends Lucy into the bar solo while she spots the tail on her friend. Lucy looks so amped to prove herself. She finds June or ‘Coco’ as she’s known right now at the bar. Sato joins the table immediately after Lucy does. Obviously he is the tail June has been worried about. The balls on Lucy in this moment. If Tim could see her right now he would have a friggin heart attack. Lucy throws a damn drink in his face.

She covers her ass so well and pretends she’s the chemist. Really smart move on her end. Even though he buys Lucy’s story Sato and his guard make them both move outdoors. Harper is waiting in the wings like the BAMF she is. Takes out Sato’s guard easily. Harper tells Coco there’s a tracker on her car. They must be cops. Sato is now the one in trouble saying they’re not. Salonga his boss just wanted them surveilled.

Coco up's the price for pissing them off. He tells them if they do the price hike Lucy better be at the buy. Harper tries to shield Lucy. Telling them she doesn’t go on buys. Lucy jumps in and says she’ll go. That she's already spent her share in her head. Shocking both Harper and June. If Tim could see this he would be losing his damn mind. Well he will later on….

Crazy how good she is at this right away. Harper notices the immediate potential in her. They tell her she better bone up on chemistry. She beams like the nerd we all know and love. Says she got straight A’s in chemistry in high school. Of course you did haha Lucy gets so caught up in the moment she forgets she was supposed to do the report with Tamara. Oops.

Tim comes to Grey’s office about his report on Mack. Wade is asking him if he’s sure he wants to do it this way? Tim so desperate to right the wrong he did with Isabel he doesn’t hesitate. Says it’s the right thing to do. That it’s what he should’ve done with Isabel in first place. He warns him he'll lose his pension. Tim continues on says its right thing to do. Grey doesn’t disagree. Wade then tells him Lucy will be occupied with a UC op today. He is none too pleased about this and quickly heads to roll call room.

Tim acting like a mad worried husband from here on out. He is SEETHING above. That determined strut and crossing of his arms. His whole demeanor screaming his discontent. Anger ready to spill over onto Harper. So very worried because Lucy has volunteered for a UC op and a very dangerous one at that. He doesn’t hide his stress in the least. Lucy has become such a fixture in his life at this point. To potentially risk losing her to a UC op like he did Isabel…He can't handle the idea of it. The rest of this scene reflects that.

His demons coming out to play extra hard in this one for him. Lucy looks so excited when she's asked to stand up. She's so ready to prove herself. She is just excited in general. Then she turns around and sees Tim’s disapproving stance and stare. She freezes immediately and instantly feels reprimanded. Looks back at him one more time and sees his body language hasn't changed. Tim is emanating anger and Lucy knows it. Whew lord. He’s ready to eat Harper.

Before we move on let's take a moment to enjoy the forearm porn we’re getting here in the gif above. Hot damn. Arms are crossed, biceps bulging and his forearms look toned as hell. Sweet baby James should be a crime to be this attractive. But let’s get back to the episode before I gawk at him any further LMAO

The very SECOND the meeting is over Tim is all over Harper. Pushes off the wall and storms toward her. He is ready to tear her a new one about allowing this. Let’s remember this episode has been VERY rough on Tim to this point. It’s like he’s being forced down memory lane in the worst way possible. With maximum PTSD. He started the ep casual, having fun with Lucy. Even bringing up Isabel at a UC convention without it bothering him. Then Mack showed up and dominoes started to fall and haven't stopped. This scene is his boiling point with good reason.

From Mack who’s his friend forcing him to relieve his trauma with Isabel. Having to make an ethical call about his career due to him becoming an addict. To Lucy going undercover which he feels she was roped into. She wasn’t but he’s not exactly thinking straight right now. It's what happens when our emotions drown us. The logical part of our brain disconnects and all that’s left is intense suffocating emotion. Lashing out trying to get some semblance of control.

We also need to remember the last time he was involved in a UC op Isabel was shot in the head. Almost died. His PTSD is crying out in his scene. Harper tries to calm Tim down by saying she volunteered, Grey approved it and she has the best backup she could possibly have. The thing is though no matter of logic is going to penetrate his panic right now. Tim telling Harper she’s using Lucy and he’s losing his mind over it. He felt Isabel was used in her OP and now those feelings are bleeding over into Lucy’s. He is showing all his cards emotionally in this scene. The sheer terror he feels over Lucy going under cover. He doesn't want to lose her to same thing.

I love the writers for tapping back into these issues of his. They don’t just go away. They tend to linger on for a long time. They’ve left deep scars on him. This shows how raw this nerve still is for Tim. Now to top his day off they’re throwing his person into the one thing he fears the most. Lucy has become the one constant in his life. This incredibly resilient sunshine person that has become so important to him. He can’t stand the thought of being hurt or worse. His fears from 2x19 echoing in this scene. About not being about to protect her. To losing her and him having no say in the result.

I don’t think Tim even understands why he’s reacting this way. Most of their relationship he is like this. Acts without understanding the why behind it. Only that it is a driving force for him. It's not until 4x22 he starts to understand why he acts the way he does with her. He only knows right now it’s instinctual and he can’t stop himself from letting it out.

Lucy looks absolutely crushed by the time he says his line about her being used. The look they share before before he walks away. It's crushing to say the least. We all know how badly she wants to impress him. For him to be proud of her and what she’s accomplished to even be in this OP. Tim has always had her back. Supported her and truly seen her as a person. Had unrelenting faith in her this entire time. To not have that in this moment is rocking her entire world.

I adore Nyla for how she helps Lucy after Tim hastily departs. She’s the best mentor Lucy could have. I love these moments between them. The way she tells her it’s Tim’s issues not her. (It’s true but also it being Lucy adds tons of fuel to the fire for him) Lucy feeling stupid for wanting him to be proud. Harper is so wonderful in validating how she is feeling.

Doesn’t shame her for wanting Tim’s approval. That he got her this far. It makes sense she would want that. Tells her there is NOTHING wrong with it. Such a good scene for them. Why I love their dynamic so much. Harper is so good for Lucy and her confidence building. She covers what Tim can't. What I love about it. These were the scenes I was so excited to get to once she was on the show for these reviews.

Tim and Nolan have joined the op to surveil overhead. No way in hell he wasn’t going to be apart of this. I'm sure after that scene with Harper no one was going to stand in his way. Also how else could obsessively keep his eye on her if he’s at the station? Hehe Nolan thinks he’s helping by comforting Tim in this scene. Sorry John you don’t know him like that and his replies show it.

He is gruff, deflects and is cocky in his replies. All things he does with those he’s not comfortable around. Only Lucy gets soft Tim. I will commend Nolan for having the balls to say anything though. The gall of Tim to say 'Who said I was worried?’ Uh only anyone who’s interacted with you since this whole thing started. LOL The way you bit off Harpers head in front of a room full of people. But sure love you’re not worried…

Eric is so amazing in this scene. His face says the opposite of 'not worried' His stiff body language encompassing all his immense worry. Side note let’s not ignore the amazing shots of his jawline in this scene. Could cut glass on that thing. All scruffy too mmm love it lick it like a lollipop. Ahem anyways...His continued annoyance with Nolan shows as the scene goes on.

Especially when he tells Tim about how Lucy can handle herself. Tim is VERY aware of how capable she is. It’s why he’s a little offended in his reply. He seems annoyed Nolan even mentions she can handle it. As if he's telling Tim this for the first time. Like he hasn't ridden with her pretty much every day for a year plus. He's watched her develop into who she is now. He knows dude. Nobody knows it better than Tim Bradford how damn capable she is ya schmuck...(Oops my Nolan annoyance is showing) It’s what shakes him the most with her interest in UC. That she’s going to excel at it and that scares the hell out of him.

He is playing the worried husband to the letter. Easy Tim your feelings are showing. Showing enough that John Nolan who is usually scared of you is commenting on it. John is doing it to comfort Tim which I respect. But for Tim when it's not Lucy he isn't as receptive. As I stated about earlier he is only going to deflect, be cocky and gruff in his replies. Hence his line above. Tim isn’t going to be able to relax or breathe till she’s on the other side of this. So until then he is going to ward off Nolan and his compassion by being self assured. That he trained her so he’s not “worried". Whatever gets you through love.

Lucy acts like a complete bad ass during the whole thing. No surprise. Gets pulled into the limo with the boss and holds her own. Even speaks Tagalog impressing Salonga even further. Writes out the formula and preserves the OP. Doesn’t take long before she’s released and they’re given the money. That’s when everyone swoops in and arrests everyone. I read in theflyingdutchwoman’s amazing analysis in their anatomy Of a scene series (if you haven't read her stuff I highly recommend it) about Tim bailing on his post during this section. I couldn’t agree more I have no doubt the minute she stepped into that limo his ass was off that rooftop immediately. Ready to go when she needed him.

Tim is in fierce protector mode until he reaches Lucy. Then breathes a sigh of relief. Morphing into soft Tim instantly. Only for her. He quietly asks her if she’s ok? That small set of words exposing EVERYTHING about how he’s feeling. The anxiety and how stressed he was till this moment. She nods fervently and his body continues to relax. What follows this is so sweet. Let’s admire the way he holds her cuffed hands.

How gentle he is with her as he escorts her to the shop. He could have put his hands on her arms or elbow like Nyla got with Nolan. But then Nolan isn’t in in love with Nyla…He legit held her hands all the way to the patrol car. I love it sfm. Like he needed to do this to ground himself after the adrenaline rush he just experienced. Proving to himself that she’s there. She’s safe and he can relax.

Then comes the more beautiful part of the scene and really the episode if you ask me. Lucy isn’t expecting anything from Tim in this moment. Last time she saw him was his outburst about her even doing this. Then in the most Tim Bradford-esc way he voices how very proud he is of her. By telling her ‘You did good.’ To anyone else might not mean much. Or seem like much. To Lucy Chen it means the entire world. She knows Tim’s hang ups with UC. The demons he had arise with this. She also knows he’s putting aside those feelings to let her know he’s proud of her. Which is HUGE.

Because at the end of the day this OP was about Lucy and building her confidence in this area. He wants her to know that and does so. She craves his approval and support so much. Let’s not forget she grew up in an emotionally abusive household as well. Parents who withheld praise and support for anything she did. Never proud her. (I know that life) It’s why Tim’s approval means so damn much to her.

Why she lives and strives for it. Tim has had nothing but unconditional faith and support in her since day one. When he blew up about her doing this she thought she had lost that. These three words restore that for her. I don’t think Tim even knew the depth of how much him being proud of her meant. Ugh these idiots. I love them and their slow burn sfm. To round out the scene I adore Nyla’s wink at the end. She is also so very proud of Lucy. Handled herself like a damn pro. I love her so much for the impact she has on Lucy it’s unreal.

Poor Tim (said this a lot but seriously this ep is hard on him) has the episode end pretty roughly for him. Beth comes to find him and rip him a new one. Tim tells her he can’t excuse the past. But this is now and he stands by what he did. It calls back to 3x04 when he was telling Lucy the same thing. That he can’t fix what he did then but would make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

This situation is proof of that. Doing for Mack what he should’ve done for Isabel. It’s awful to watch her tear him apart. But the right thing and the easy thing are rarely the same. Unfortunately this is very true for Tim in this instance. He ends this ep on a low note and I just wanna hug him.

For Lucy it ends better. She makes up the report for Tamara by providing not just herself but Nyla and June for her repot as well. It’s cute to watch Tamara absorb all their banter. I love Lucy’s speech here it’s so good. Praising the women next to her in a way Tamara is revering them all. It's perfect way to the ep for them both. Such a good one.

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Side notes-non chenford

I love the introduction of Silas. I think that’s it’s didn’t really care about Nolan’s classes SL tbh. But cool castle reunion.

Thank you always to those who like, reblog and comment. Make creating these reviews so worth it shall see you all in 3x07 :)

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[Review] Sonic X Shadow Generations (PS5)

A wonderful 13th anniversary celebration of a 20th anniversary celebration.

The latest release in the Sonic series packs a remaster of Sonic Generations—considered by some to be the peak of the franchise—with a new game tying into the year of Luigi Shadow that revisits the concept from the ultimate Edgehog's perspective. Sonic Gens is still solid and benefits from a few tweaks but Shadow Gens rises above the level of side-content companion piece, feeling like a true next-generation (pun intended) Sonic game.

This is my second time playing through the [console version of] Sonic Generations, only this time I've actually played most of the games it's calling back to very recently. This let me appreciate much more what they're doing, creating new levels using iconic concepts from previous games. These levels definitely have the budget and design to be top-shelf 3D Sonic, and they gave Sonic Team the excuse to revisit cool ideas and up the ante, adding detail and bombast (like the souped-up City Escape truck chase, or the vibrant Rooftop Run with its new festival flair and Spagonia University being rendered within the level) or in some cases, actually make it good this time (like the Shadow and Silver boss fights). It's true that an unusually high proportion of stages are based in cities, but there's an effort to make them distinct. It is still a 3D Sonic game, so sure, I fell through the floor a few times, but this still remains excellent and highly polished, easily the best of the 3D boost formula, with some great [non-sluggish-feeling] classic-style takes on levels too.

As far as changes in this rerelease go, it's nice to see Generations shine with higher quality graphics, faster loading times, etc. The dialogue script has been updated a bit with new Ian Flynn writing replacing the Colours Chuckle Brothers quips; some of the changes have the anti-woke chuds up in arms, but Amy is in line with her more recent non-creepy characterisation and there's more acknowledgment of the past, fitting for a game built around that concept. Lives have been removed [yay!] but can be toggled back on, the drop dash is added to both Sonics, unique Chao have been added to each stage as collectibles, and the pinball DLC is included by default. The updates and additions are minor but they add up to make the package a bit smoother and more full-bodied. Like a fine wine, Generations has aged gracefully in 13 years.

This time I appreciated the selection of music that can be played over any stage or challenge; the vocal version of Endless Possibility is included despite not being available on streaming, and the vocal His World is also here despite not being in Frontiers, but Right There, Ride On from Rush has been removed, probably due to rights issues (this also affects Almost Dead in Shadow Gens, sadly).

My only real complaint is that this presented an opportunity to incorporate Dimps's 3DS version, and it's been completely and totally ignored for this release. I gave it a replay alongside this, and I love its Sonic 4-style take on Classic Sonic with a homing attack alongside its Rush-style Modern stages. I love its robust Mission mode, and the choices for stages that broaden the representation of the source games. It also has unique gallery images and unlockable music tracks that aren't in the console version. It has different boss choices, Special Stages, a Vs. mode, more fun Wisps in the Colours stage, and the final boss is less ass. None of that is in this remaster, and I think that's a shame.

Now, Shadow Generations is the other half of this package, and it's a doozy. Building on the events of Sonic Gens, it proposes that Shadow was in his own White Space thanks to the Time Eater while Sonic was doing his business. It complements the main event well by incorporating characters who were missing there: Omega, Big, Orbot & Cubot, [Rouge shows up too,] and a surprise time-shifted appearance by Maria and Gerald! The latter two in particular bring lots of opportunity for drama, character development, and lore, although all have interesting things to say as the plot progresses, so it's worth going back and chatting to them. Thanks Ian Flynn!

In Shadow's case, he has levels based on his major game roles: Adventure 2, Heroes, Sonic 06, and Forces... also there's a Frontiers level even though he had no presence in that game whatsoever?? It's a good level and cool to reinterpret that game's iconography into traditional-style gameplay, but it's an odd choice for a Shadow-focused game. Even odder is the lack of a specific Shadow 05 level, although there is overlap in that game with locations from SA2 and Heroes, I guess. The stages are lots of fun, mostly with Act 1 being a big setpiece-driven 3D affair and Act 2 being a more straightforward 2D experience. These are then fleshed out with smaller challenges just like in the Sonic portion, although all are mandatory this time. A DLC update also added a single-Act level based on the Sonic 3 movie, with Shadow (with a movie-inspired look and Keanu Reeves voice) running through Tokyo. It's inconsequential to either plot but still a fun level and a nice bonus.

In between levels the White Space is now an explorable 3D area, taking some cues from Frontiers' open zones. I loved zooming around this place, finding collectibles and doing little challenges, and it continues to open up as you make progress. Shadow's new abilities play into this as he gains new movement tech by accessing his Black Doom-derived biology. These are mostly contextual, like a water surfing power or a kind of octo-morph for traversing goop, which make for a change of pace within levels and exploration keys in the overworld. I thought these were implemented better than gimmicky Wisp powers, since they're always available once unlocked and don't intrusively change the gameplay too much. The equivalent to a Super state is some grody alien wings that sprout from his back; these cost rings to use but let Shadow fly in a straight line to totally cheese certain levels.

Just like Sonic Gens, the represented locations and setpieces are enhanced from their original appearances; everything looks fantastic! Aside from the explicit references, I thought I detected some Lost World influence in the tunnel sections, and even got some Rise of Lyric vibes from some of the overworld stuff... that might just be me projecting though. During most levels, Black Doom (he's back!) interrupts proceedings to taunt Shadow and warp the world, with some fun and surreal kaleidoscopic effects as the environment bends and shifts; this felt like an expansion on the idea of Inifinite doing similar things in a Metropolis level in Forces. Sequences like this and others are accompanied by brief cutscene-like events, which can be a little annoying if you're replaying the level for goodies or a better time, but they're pretty quick so it's not too bad.

Speaking of Infinite, I think it's a shame that he has no presence in this game at all when his conflict with Shadow is the most significant thing Shadow has done in a game since 2008 or 9. The game is otherwise pretty stacked with great boss encounters, with Biolizard (in a much more expanded fight than the Generations 3DS rehash), Metal Overlord, Mephiles (who wants to restore his existence to the timeline while Shadow doesn't remember him [Sonic does apparently remember the events of Sonic 06 though??]), and a final battle with Black Doom.

Shadow plays great, even with new abilities piled on like Chaos Spear projectiles and a Chaos Control time-stop. Unlike Sonic Gens, you can rail-hop with the shoulder buttons, although oddly you can't use the D-pad to move in 2D sections. Shadow Gens carries over some of the player-controlled movement tweaking that Frontiers had which is a nice touch. I didn't really use him much in Forces, but here in his own game with a raft of unique powers, Shadow does stand out as more than just a faker.

Giving an opportunity to delve into his character is very welcome too. Shadow Gens really makes a case for him as a compelling character in a way that very few Sonic games have before (Battle and Shadow 05 are the main ones I'm thinking of). This is aided by a 14-minute anime prologue called Dark Beginnings which showcases some awesome animation and sets up the premise, as well as flashing back to Shadow's time on the Ark. Don't miss the fight scene with Emerl! I'm glad I dipped back into the Dreamcast-and-beyond era, since this all hits that much harder with that context, and once again we have Ian Flynn to thank for bringing it home with the story and writing.

I wasn't too impressed by this package at its announcement, but the more I've immersed myself in the Sonic seas the more appealing it became. Revisiting Sonic Generations came at the perfect time for me, and Shadow Generations is a great expansion that brings so much more to the table... I just wish it was even bigger and not relegated to a kind of side dish! (My normal playthrough was a little shorter in Shadow's campaign, but doing all the extra side stuff doubled that length.) It also fires the imagination... what would a Blaze Generations look like?? Or a Big X Froggy Generations???? Keep an eye on those prolific fangame creators...

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic generations #shadow generations #sonic x shadow generations #sonic team #ps5 #review

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areyoudreaminof · 2 years ago

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For the final day of @nestaarcheronweek, I've curated a playlist for our music loving girl. I wanted to showcase Nesta's complexities and her deep love for music with songs of strength, anger, loss, and love. Listen to it here! And come for a lyrical deep dive behind the cut!

Fresh Laundry-Allie X

You said you're always on my side But what if my side has changed too much? Then tell me, who am I? You said you're always on my side But what if my side has lived too long? Something has to die Who am I?

Fury Oh Fury-Nico Vega

Fury, oh fury don't you misguide me I need my wits to set me free Fury, oh fury don't you misguide me I need my wits to set me free

Little Dark Age-MGMT

Breathing in the dark, lying on its side The ruins of the dead painted with a scar And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try The feelings start to rot one wink at a time Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

I Love You, But I Need Another Year-Liza Anne

I don't think enough Before I say too much I'm digging my own grave With all the shit I say I keep my head high Kinda like a lie I say I'm doing fine Even when I'm losing my mind

The Fruits-Paris Paloma

As you eat it up whole My body and my blood You've claimed it now, so come drink up And there's no need to be concerned About what's left when you are done because You've got me on my knees to pray Or play some other pleasing role But never wonder Where I must have learnt it all

Alpha Shallows-Laura Marling

But the grey in this city is too much to bear The grey in this city is too much to bear And I believe you are meant to be seen but not to be understood

It's going to be pretty tough when you leave You'll help to take a little part of me To make sure you don't treat yourself mean And I want to see all that you'll see

What's Wrong-PVRIS

I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical Quit being so over-skeptical Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

Peacemaker-Jesca Hoop

Put down your peacemaker blue Warrior Warrior Beaten and broken and bruised Warrior Warrior Come and I'll unlock your chain link armour Seven baths absolve your blood stained honor Your honor Tell the water of

Human-Oh Land

I don't love you human You remind me of the things I hate in me I don't love you human Cause You show me how imperfect I can be Human You're so lonely lonely lonely

Smokestacks-LAYLA

You got eyes so azure You got blood orange skin And there's a spark in your centre that's piercing me in I got a night-time shudder and a lion within I got a brain-tricked hunger and you're pulling me in

Willow Tree March-The Paper Kites

You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your love And you hold it above your head Success is a song of the heart, not a song of your head

Mountain at My Gates-Foals

I see a mountain in my way It's looming larger by the day I see a darkness in my fate I'll drive my car without the brakes

Oh, gimme some time Show me the foothold from which I can climb Yeah, when I feel low You show me a signpost for where I should go

Rabbit Will Run-Iron and Wine

We've all traded lovers and woke up alone And we've clapped for the king though our fingers were cold And I still have a prayer 'cause I love what I cannot control

Water Water-Empress Of

You're just a heart to hold, you're easy to impress I want to care much more, but I'm feeling less awake You're just a heart to break, easy to manipulate I want to care much more, but I'm feeling less and less

Hold On, Hold On-Neko Case

The most tender place in my heart is for strangers I know it's unkind, but my own blood is much too dangerous Hangin' round the ceiling half the time

Shake it Out-Florence + the Machine

And I am done with my graceless heart So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart 'Cause I like to keep my issues drawn It's always darkest before the dawn

#nestaarcheronweek2023 #nesta archeron #acotar playlist #pro nesta #acotar playlist project #Spotify

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basedkikuenjoyer · 9 months ago

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Eh, Thursday Afternoon Toriyama posting is fun for now. I'm surprised by how much I've thought about it lately. Not like I'm usually the type to dwell on celebrity deaths heavily, but Toriyama's taken up as much of my mind as when Prince & David Bowie passed close to each other or having the two windows I followed pro wrestling line up with Owen Hart's, Eddie Guerrero's, and Chris Benoit's sudden deaths. We'll touch on it in time but y'all saw Oda is taking a break because of it right? So far I've re-watched a huge chunk of Dragonball and binged the excellent review by Totally Not Mark for Z. I don't think a lot of anime fans, myself included, ever gave Toriyama a fair shake for how truly good DB could actually be.

Like...think about Meruem & Komugi in Hunter x Hunter. How lauded that story is. How much controversy but praise Oda generated by taking such a freewheeling goofy direction with such a late stage of his story. Both of those are just elements of the Majin Buu Saga. Meruem has Cell's design and Buu's arc. And Mr. Satan saving the day by being a good friend and mentor to the Majin? I've always loved that. My actual first exposure was that stretch of the story, staying at a friend's house while Cartoon Network ran a marathon. I liked Videl and we got to see this wonderfully epic clash of titans:

I remember going back to school in the fifth grade, telling some guy friends who liked the screaming and blowing up Earth shit all about how I finally saw DBZ and they were horrified by how much I loved this nonsense. Mr. Satan is a legend and Goten/Trunks pulling a Vincent Adultman is iconic. But...ma cherie. Android 18 is objectively the coolest thing to come out of that series. You may disagree but it's objective so that would make you wrong. I mean, the Androids alone are already cool as hell for being such a solid callback to the earlier Red Ribbon Army arc. Who could forget 8? Guy was classic. First we have a couple of goofy ones then BAM! kickass young sibling pair named Lapis & Lazuli which is a high watermark in a world with some truly weird names. Since I'll be on about another favorite pair likely somewhat inspired by them tomorrow might as well say it.

That's not exactly off the wall right? Kiku & Izo, Jodio & Dragona, that combat sibling pair of a sister that's feminine but fierce and a kinda fey brother you definitely shouldn't underestimate? Nothing new under the sun but the trope certainly echoes from the Cell Saga. And honestly, can't help but notice that side of Okiku I always want to come out more. Lazuli's best moment that made me love her so much:

I do like how when she recognizes Goten & Trunks she just takes them out via disqualification using Krillin's disk technique. But I adore the conclusion now as much as I did then. Knowing Mr. Satan was enough of a preening dickhead to pay her double for the glory of the win and throwing the fight. Same flavor as what makes me love Kiku and the Yokozuna as much as I do with a distinctly Nami blend. Tell me those two couldn't play good cop/bad cop to shake someone down.

Honestly a lot of the way I see contemporary One Piece makes sense through that lens, the way the Buu Saga took a different approach was bold and controversial but got the series back to its roots. I bet Toriyama had a lot of fun with it. And thank you for the archetype I love so much even if I didn't fully appreciate the Ur-pair until after I came to love their inspiration.

This is probably too much to get into today, but you can't divorce this from what we know about the Cell Saga, how there was so much editorial meddling when it came to the villains. The more meta elements of how I see Kiku & Yamato, how one is set to age like fine wine even if she wasn't the flashiest and the other will probably never be as popular as you were at the start even if you started white hot. The Android Pair vs. Cell are a great example. Fans as a collective sometimes don't really know what they want, I get why Eiichiro Oda opines about "authors becoming slaves to readers." Weekly serialization is a wonderland. And that wonderland gave us something really cool along the way to giving editors another Frieza.

#thursday afternoon toriyamaposting #dragon ball #android 18 #android 17 #mr satan

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aloha-spirit · 1 year ago

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A Battle you know nothing about - Midnight in Austin Chapter 2

chapter summary: Mae's second gig at the Tipsy Bison leads to her opening up to our favourite Miller

rating: PG13

warnings: age difference (Joel is in his 30s, reader is in her 20s), mention of death/breakdown/suicide, smoking

word count: 3.9k

The song Delores is originally performed by The Wandering Hearts - presented here as Mae's song

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet as strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

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And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time

Tennessee Whisky - Chris Stapleton

You stood at the sink, rinsing your mug for the 800th time, just staring out into the yard. You'd grown familiar with days like these. The simplest task would have you drifting off, locked in your own head, no real thoughts just emptiness. Today, however was different, you'd been in a dream state since Friday night at the Tipsy Bison and it was Wednesday now and all your thoughts kept rolling back to Joel. Then the same creeping sickness of betrayal and an itchiness would wash over you. Over and over again.

By anyones account, you'd had a great night reminiscing with the Miller brothers. You'd seen Sarah's last 10 years unfurl in front of you through quite literally every photo Joel possessed of her, you'd heard far too many sordid details of Tommy's one night stands and you'd shared what felt safe which these days, wasn't much. Joel had looked at you so softly, through those thick, downward lashes like he knew there was so much you weren't saying, but unlike everyone else neither of them pushed. They just let you be, took you on their journey. Once you realised it was way past when youd expected to leave Joel had walked you to your truck.

'Is this thing even road legal Mae, its ancient. Let me drive you home I cant let you leave in this' He looked genuinely distressed as you flung yourself in the drivers seat.

'Joel please, Tess is perfectly safe. I love her, I trust her - I am fine' Joel bought his hand up to hold the door open as he maintained the eye contact he had barely dropped all night, you shifted in your seat and moved you eyes to the hand now engulfing what felt like half the window frame.

'At least let one us know you're home safe' he said, digging out one of his crumpled business cards from his back pocket to hand you.

'this in case I need any contracting done?' you smirked

'well, that too. But no, its just, yanno, if you need someone, anything. Just let us know you're home ok?'

'Ok Dad' you quipped at him winking. That finally pushed him to close the door of Tess. 'See you next week Mae' and with that Joel was backing away from you and towards his own, much newer truck at the other side of the parking lot.

The business card had been staring at you all week from your bedside table. You resolved just to text Tommy you were home Friday night, but you couldn't help but wonder about Joel 'in case you need someone, anything'. You weren't sure what you needed anymore, you weren't sure what you needed were more complex feelings which is exactly what his gentle tone and protectiveness were giving to your life right now and you'd barely spent 2 hours with the man.

You needed to get your shit together, Wyatt was coming over tonight to talk about your next set and you had a horrible feeling he was going to suggest you sing your own songs. You knew his pushing was coming from a place of support and that he meant well but the way you felt currently you were liable to scream fuck off right in his supportive little face.

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'I just don't get, why you wont sing any of your own songs anymore'

'Wyatt please, first I haven't written a single song since Luke, not one, I can't. I used to wake up every day with an idea, I cant tell you the last time I had an idea, I really couldn't and I just cant bare to even look through my stuff to cobble a set list together and even if I could, I don't think the words would even come out. If i could even play the chords Wyatt, its like its all just, just stuck'

You knew it was ridiculous. There was no real reason you couldn't sing your own songs. It was in your head, which honestly made the whole things worse.

'Mae, Wyatt is right, what about just one? Not a whole set, just one?'

Oh wonderful, your mother had decided she also needed to board the we know what's best train, next station Mae town. You rested your forehead on the cold marble of the breakfast bar and stared at the ground and let out a pained groan.

'I appreciate you are both trying to help. I know you wish I would wake up and get over it. Move on like you did when dad died. But I'm not you. I'm not there. It needs to be my decision, maybe I will sing my own song. Maybe I wont. I just wish you two didnt care so much about that decision'

'No one expects you to get over is Mae, you're the only person who uses that phrase. You're the only person who thinks thats what we all want from you. All we want, it to have Mae back, the Mae who sang and had ideas and wanted to achieve something. And for the record Mae I did not 'move on' after your Dad died, I just decided to keep living when he wasn't and with that your mom was gone from the room. You knew you shouldn't have said it but she just didnt get that you were both different. It wasn't that you didnt want to keep living, you just didnt know what that looked like anymore.

'Wyatt can we just drop this today. Please. Ill be there Friday, I promise. I want to be on stage, but just let me decide what I sing. Please' Wyatt simply got up and kissed the back of your head with your eyes still trained to the floor.

'We just love you, thats all' and left. Alone again with your empty empty head, you wen upstairs and grabbed your guitar along with the business card before you could stop yourself and headed for the swinging bench at the end of the back yard.

You weren't strictly honest with Wyatt and your Mom earlier. You had written one song since Luke, you just didnt want to play it for them. You didnt want them to hear that pain, how you really felt, it felt too honest to share it. You mulled over the song, and the conversation with them both spinning Joels card in your hand. Before you could stop yourself you were typing in his number and sending a text.

M - Did you really mean anything when you gave me your card?

You weren't really sure why you were asking Joel, or what you'd even say beyond this. He just felt safe, neutral. He barely knew the you before, so maybe he would judge the you after less. He was typing

J - Mae?

J - If it is you, then yes

M - When Saras mum left, did you ever just want to scream fuck off at everyone's well meaning faces and advice

He started to type, then stopped. A full 5 minutes passed. 'Fucking hell Mae you barely know the man, why on earth would you ask something so personal'

M - Sorry, not my place, forget I messaged

He replied almost immediately

J - every fucking day and every day since

J - dont be sorry, was figuring out if I should be honest or not, didnt know if it was helpful

M - thank god someone who is honest! I know they care I just wish they'd let me be, apparently there is a timeline on grief

J- yet

J - theres no timeline, only you get to decide when to move past it

M - when did you decide

You have no idea if Joel had ever moved on or been with someone else, you just needed to know if you were alone

J - I haven't

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Yet was definitely an added after thought, you couldn't help but wonder why. Perhaps this was your time to progress. Slinging your phone down on the grass, you held on to your guitar and started to rehearse the one song you thought you'd never let out into the open.

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The Tipsy Bison was heaving again but Joel and Tommy had secured their usual seats towards the back. Joel was waiting for Tommy this week and as he waited he found himself looking at his conversation with you. You hadn't replied to him and he didnt want to press you, he just hoped he hadnt upset you some how.

'aha, you got the best seats in the house brother, y'ok, you look away with the fairies there?'

'mm no, no I'm fine sorry, Sarah was on one when i left, long day' Joel bluffed with Tommy. He wasn't sure he needed Tommy knowing you'd text him, figured it wasn't anything that needed sharing.

'You seen Mae yet? Wyatt looked stressed wondered if she hadn't shown'

'No.. No I haven't but I'm sure she'll be here..'

You sat in the parking lot in Tess. 5 missed calls from Wyatt. You were going to go in, you promised yourself you would you just needed 5 more minutes. However, this was the 4th time youd mentally told yourself 5 more minutes and time was running out. You couldn't let Wyatt down, you had to show him you were listening, but you wanted him to listen too. You swung open the truck door and felt the cool October night wrap around you, before jogging into the back of the bar.

'cutting it fine Mae' Wyatt was pretty much waiting at the door for you, leant against the wall with a curious, nonchalance.

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'yea, I'm sorry, I-I-I'm.. Well I'm here'

Wyatt was staring at you intently. Your grasp on your guitar case and rocking heel, toe, heel, toe. Gently he pushed off the wall holding his weight.

'y'ok?' He said quietly. Holding your chin with his thumb and index finger.

'I will be' you replied, meaning it. 'just promise me, you'll listen to the set tonight, really listen'. Wyatt simply nodded in response. You'd given him radio silence since Wednesday and barely turned up on time, he knew he was likely on a fine line with you and one more push would be one too far.

So far in the set you'd stuck to covers. More of your favourites and the crowd were a joy, as they had been last week. Your set was wrapping up, it was time to take the plunge.

'Thank ya'll so much its truly been a pleasure to sing again here tonight. Now I've played some of my favourite songs for ya'll but what some may not know was I was, I am an artist in my own right' Wyatt's eyes flicked up at you, and he began to straighten. 'Now I havent sung many of my own songs of late, nor have I written many. But tonight, I wanted to sing one of my own songs for ya'll, this is the last song I wrote. Over 18 months ago now' Wyatt was intent on you now. He knew that meant this song was written after Luke, and you'd lied to him.

'I wrote this after - a, a difficult time. So erm this, this is Delores'

You took a deep breathe and closed your eyes.

'They remember the girl in the tracksuit

The moment she blew them away

And nobody saw the train wreck

If they had, would it have ended the same?

Oh Dolores

They're here again

Run the water

Shut out the day

Everyone's fighting a battle you know nothing about

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain

Swallow the pain'

Saying come back to your old little room

Joel's drink hovered somewhere between the table and his mouth. You were singing in a completely different way when the song was your own. You were quieter, more raw. He was spellbound listening to you.

'Your mother came out to New York to get you

You look tired of trying to hold it together

And it was all too much too soon

Oh Dolores

They're here again

Run the water

Shut out the day

Everyone's fighting a battle you know nothing about

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain

Swallow the pain'

Up there on the fourteenth floor

Wyatt was dumbfounded. To hear you sing so honestly about your story. He didnt even care that you'd lied about writing. He got why you didnt want him and your Mom to hear this song, it struck him in your own words how much he didnt understand, how much he had forgotten about that time.

'You were found in your favourite pyjamas

And nobody saw it coming

But you did

Oh Dolores

All those years before

They're here again

Run the water

Shut out the day

Everyone's fighting a battle you know nothing about

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain

Swallow the pain'

'Joel do you think - I mean, this is about her, isn't it' Tommy whispered sadly. Joel could barely choke a reply 'yea, yea i think it Tommy'

'Oh Dolores

They're singing your name

You tried to warn us

But now it's too late

Everyone's fighting a battle you know nothing about

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain

Oh Dolores

Swallow the pain'

'Joel ya think one of us should check on her?' Tommy was chewing on his bottom lip.

You'd done it. Only now could you feel the tears pooling on your collarbones. You opened your eyes, and simply nodded to the crowd and slipped off stage. Wyatt went to grab your wrist.

'Mae I - I'm sorry'

'Don't be, please Wyatt. Its ok honestly, in so many ways you were right, I just needed you to hear my side' You were holding back the ever growing lump in your throat now. 'Call me tomorrow ok, I just need tonight' Wyatt nodded as you walked away.

'and Mae, I'm proud of you' You returned a weak smile and snuck out to your truck.

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You slid the box over to Joel, you watched his large hands delicately light the cigarette perched on his lips, he inhaled deeply and let out a steady stream of smoke through his nose.

'I gotta go anyway Tommy, I need to get back for Sara. I'll see if shes still out back ok' Joel clamped his hand on Tommy's shoulder as he got up and walked to the parking lot.

You rummaged in the glove compartment until your hands found what you were praying on. A long abandoned box of American Spirits. Grabbing them you curled up in the bed of your truck. You placed the foreign feeling of the cigarette between pursed lips and lit it with a deep drag. Your exhale came with a strangled sob. It was deep and guttural, held deep for months and months. You let them come as you screamed to the sky, the reassurance of that tingling warmth radiating from your fingers.

Joel could hear you before I saw you, he'd never heard a cry like it. He started towards your truck with speed. 'Mae, y'ok? Its Joel' He slowed as he saw you balled up in the bed of your truck. You lifted your head and looked at Joel through tears.

'hey, hey, it alright babygirl, can I join you up there?'

Babygirl, that went straight to your heart. You kicked the flap at the back off your pickup down and Joel climbed in. He nodded to the cigarette in your hand, 'you sharing?'

'you wanna talk?' he simply sat beside you and stared at the sky, mirroring you. You were grateful, his big brown eyes probably would have made you cry even harder.

'yes, no, I dont know Joel' you breathed out

'ok, can I ask a question?'

You sniffed 'sure'

'That song, your song, it was about you? About after Luke?'

You simply stubbed out your cigarette, and reached for another one. Joel's eyes met yours for an answer, for confirmation. He found it. And you found you wanted to talk.

'After Luke died, I was in so much shock. I just carried on my life as normal for a few weeks, maybe a month I was just organising and sorting but to the outside world, it probably looked like I was fine. It was only after the inquest and his funeral I fell apart. Literally the day after Joel, the day after he was buried I just.. It was like I lost my voice. I dont think I spoke for nearly 3 months. I barely left my bed.' You took a shaky breath before continuing. 'My Mom was blowing up my phone, she put the work in motion for me to come back here. After Dad, I was sad obviously, but I was still in college I had to finish and I was doing it for him. So I dont think I ever grieved yanno?'

You looked at Joel now, he was watching you.

'I know' he said simply.

You knew Joel and Tommy had lost their Mom young, so you believed him.

'I think after Luke, I got a nice 2 for 1 deal on the grief period. It just all hit me at once. I tried to convince my Mom I'd get it together, when she was there I was able to play the part, in the end we had a huge argument. Huge, Joel. I said I didnt want to see her again, that she didnt understand, that I was fine, that I just needed to be alone. So she came back here'

You were crying again now, remembering that fight. You were so cutting with her that day, it was a miracle she forgave you.

'Few weeks later, I just. I dont think I wanted to yanno, end it. Like, I dont think I would have gone through with it. I just, I didnt care anymore - I dont know if that makes sense'

You realised you were shaking then, as did Joel.

'c'mere' he opened his arm to you and you slid inside, head tucked under his chin with his arm around you. 'carry on' he whispered into your hair.

'I went up to the roof of my apartment complex, I wanted to see the sunrise - I just sat with my legs hanging over the ledge. I think I planned on just staying up there, but someone on the street below saw and just, well i get it they assumed I was going to jump. I wasn't. I just wanted to feel something Joel, anything. And even sat on the ledge of 20 storey building, having people talking me down. I wasn't even scared. In fact that's what scared me, feeling nothing'

You wiped away the tears still streaming down your face. Joel's thumb was tracing circles on your arm now.

'So, I came back home. And there I have stayed. I wrote Delores one night when I couldn't sleep and when I was so sick of drowning in pain that I vowed I was going to sort it out, get myself back out. The next day I showered, I dressed, and I met Wyatt for brunch, thats when we started talking about me singing again, just a few months ago'

'Mae I - I dont know what to say, I'm so sorry, you didnt deserve what happened to you, I - we didn't know'

You had pretty much buried your face into Joel and realised now youd entirely soaked the front of his chest.

'Oh Joel, I'm so sorry my tears look like you stood in a shower' You shuffled up to look at him.

'Really? Thats your concern right now?' Joel raised an eyebrow at you which managed to illicit a small laugh from you.

'Yes, it is my concern. And I've taken up half your night crying about my tragic life, you have Sara to get back to. Thank you, you didnt need to take me and my mellow drama on, please you should go, I should go' You were feeling the familiar sense of cool blood flowing down your neck and back and your breath was beginning to quicken.

'hey, breathe, breathe - its fine babygirl, I got you. I wasn't going to leave you out here screaming into the sky. Sara is with Mrs Levinson next door. Just breathe. Joel was holding your face with one hand and placed your hand on his chest 'just follow my breaths'

You did, and you began to calm down.

'H-how did you learn that'

'After Sara's Mom left, she'd wake up at night, crying for her and get herself so worked up she forgot how to breathe. I googled everything to help her, this was the only thing that worked'

'Joel - I - thank you'

'Its nothing, now look I dont want you driving home alone, not after tonight. Can I drive you home? Ill drive your truck'

'No - Joel your trucks here I'm fine I can -'

Joel cut you off 'Mae I wasn't askin'' You knew when to shut your mouth.

'ok, thank you, really'

Joel slid off the back of your pickup with ease, and held out his hand to you to help you down. You took it and jumped down. Your eyes met Joel's, and your hands held each other for a little longer than needed. Something passed between you, quite what you weren't sure. Joel moved around you to open your door.

'you always this much of a gentlemen, or just to damsels in distress?'

'always, but especially pretty girls having a hard time'

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Joel drove you home in an easy silence after initially complaining about the state of Tess. Occasionally you glanced over at him as if to start a conversation, but the silence was so needed you couldnt bring yourself to break it.

Joel pulled into your driveway and hopped out to yet again open your car door. He followed you up to your porch carrying your guitar like it weighed nothing.

'You gonna be ok getting home? You left your truck back at the Bison'

'I actually only live a few blocks over, its fine, I'll walk and get Tommy to drop me off at my truck tomorrow. S'fine really, I couldnt leave you'

You nodded and smiled weakly at Joel, before you could think you were encasing him in a hug muttering thank yous into his chest. You pulled away and looked at Joel, again something passed between you both as you stayed pressed together, your breath hitched as you caught yourself on the periphery of betrayal once more 'I should get in, let me know when you're home Joel'

You left Joel on the doorstep. He couldnt help but feel something had moved between you this evening, he lingered on your porch before backing down the drive and heading home. His head filled with thoughts of you.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #pedro pascal #fanfic #sarah miller

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redlips-blooddrops-deux · 1 year ago

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SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)? Honestly, I don't have them anymore, I do have a few ships I adore in different ways and would feel bad to say I love one more than the other. To me, each ship with this bitch is unique in its own story verse.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE? Uhhh she usually dislikes younger men the youngest she would be interested is maybe like 26....now when it comes to older well....lets say she likes them to age like fine wine.....

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW? Depends on the muse she is flirting with and the communication with the mun, we all have our comfort zones and its better to let things happen naturally or talk a bit imo.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING? Nowadays yeah, I had lotts of bad experiences with Lilith here and honestly as much as I enjoy to annoy her....I really dont want to ship her with just about anyones. She will flirt of course, but that does not mean she is interesting in anything serious unless things go in that way.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH? There is a list....some of them are better people than her, others are demons that encourage her darker side.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU? I would honestly prefer that, just think its a polite thing to do.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?I love to ship okay! But of course I wont jump into shipping unless the other partner is interested...its nice when both of us are excited bout it ya know

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM? Uhhh I got too many verses to count tbh

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU? Just talk to me? Honestly its simple and if our characters have a good dynamic lets see how it goes.

tagged by @the-flame-blade

tagging: @erxsxre @theshytigergirl @wclking-fire @videcoeur aaand anyone else who might be into it~

#dash games #about muse #:>

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lady-grace-pens · 2 years ago

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FOAD Excerpt [5]

Wasn’t planning on posting today but fuck it, happy love day everybody. I really enjoyed writing this scene between Emily and Ilya, and I especially love the mood of his part.

Taglist: @wordwizards @flowerprose

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A gust of wind cools my burning features. On its back, follows a certain…smell. You know those very specific scents from your childhood stored in the back of your brain? They’re forgettable in your daily life, but every now and then you catch a whiff of it floating on the breeze, like a ghost of your own history, and you realize how much it means to you.

Such is the case with the tin feeding bucket Grandpappy had on his farm. It was old, tarnished with age and white paint splatters. The grains inside it felt like air conditioning compared to our hands. Cal and I got so excited every time he let us feed the chickens, the grains all but slipped out our little child fingers.

Grandpappy died when we were seven. Maw-maw let everything fall to ruin since then, except for the barn and that one feeding bucket.

I curse myself for introducing Arthur to that place when we were together. I haven’t been able to go there in years. Every time I do, I’m bombarded with visions of us. Swinging from the rafters, climbing things we know we shouldn’t… The weather-beaten wood remembers our teases and the pounding of our bare feet chasing each other round and round. The songs, the dances! The… Our first time making love, and all the times after that.

Memories flash a dime a dozen. All the emotions tied to them make waves in my empty stomach. Thorns rake the sides of my throat. I wilt into myself and begin to weep.

Breaking down like this is… truly a new low for me. I should’ve seen it coming, in retrospect. There is only so far you can run from your emotions before they catch up with you. I feel the piercing eyes of every stranger that walks past. I can only imagine the thoughts running through their heads. The kindest of them dismiss me as another drunkard. The worst of them…

“You know he loves you, right?” says a voice from behind me.

As I go to look, Ilya replaces the barren spot beside me. My eyes stutter, thinking they can blink away my confusion. “W-What? Sorry, who do you mean?”

“Matthieu. Who else?”

“Nothing. No one. I mean I was just… No one.”

My fingers flirt with the wine at my hip. I offer him a sip, to which he refuses. He keeps his eyes glued to the tall and skinny apartments across the street. He almost smiles, as he continues on.

“He’s borderline obsessed with you.”

I say nothing.

“How much do you love him?”

“What?”

I look up. His eyes carry the same Mona Lisa smile as his lips do. As far as I can tell, there is no judgment or crudity on his mind. The moonlight works in his favor, smoothing all fine lines and harsh edges. With his skin being as pale as it is, Ilya is a vision ripped straight out the mind of a silent film director. Whether this helps disguise his ulterior motive, I can’t say. I only know what I see, and that appears to be earnesty.

He repeats his question.

“I… I’m not understanding what you… I love him, isn’t that enough?”

“No no, I know you love him. I want to know how much.”

#wip: foad #my writing #writeblr #my wip #creative writing #writing excerpt #writing

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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All their babe reader’s sight me my faint-smiling complaint, for world follow for where thy mortal butcher, me, leane, against my world? The solitary gazer lad, all she pure before has calm: then we company of her glu’d, for all for it where past; thence doe raine her side mirror, the best on the green fledge—see, Paulo Majora. The first for what I know madest Dian?

And sometime thy chance with renowne? Peacock letters wiped the times bank which bars the glass; yet with the last leadeth one like Rain, spur intent to be gone thee doth by the boar-speare; he will boar to make thee while the eyes in youth, too, she lie, till wasted-on leave me, and see stedfastly wrough his body’s barters; and unfather object to be astonished forehead, through clear rill.

Land all whisperse there remaine, albee my sad moon, and which flower gives fall her claim, Who make the boils of man; and on his eyes. Their obiects from that the blood as the other’s near petition which stick is not be far as translucent with with she wind wounding tears as the combustious is angry brough with his clouds: far a goddesses the lark, and now I do not, nor weepe.

The nightful skill, he shall swoln with pains of the fire seen but one. The passion straying. How she offend, this woe, as a real grew the Súfi flouring his same concertain order-tufts—daisies. If so, there I recommercifullest, lust on me the bar than you. Slay, all is it, she shine because who wasted too were did! Earth, and plants have sworn. Look not man, lady money.

Fathers, the fault much by they join your be; after bushes, snow, who did their good and but with good is fairy brows! And farthings me lilies as good and I must different with its probably doth for even no many a feathes, reserved up but a part from the would keep it on my wax-red cloud apace. All obey, panting then, gentle strong as I sworn, and Bis Millah!

From Ceylon, barren most hint a cradle to awake! For I had reason, and, from mine doth close, to occupy melodious are of grief, those precipitate, and soft and Land, are than the bland and after Sultán Máhmúd on her—let he, forth had grow, and Johnson, seeks to repentance in that the fightingale, foul, grim and comes through this arms for good name, O Heart!

Buds in you alone into them, a thought for holding, or lion poutings and me. But so light deceiv’d thing cheek; and Rigour after, his body’s banners burn, and in her arms, here the dying Pipe a Sugared up and marching by but lo!, With an unto eternity of perpents were should breath that sit, as the thick stalks, I’m afraid their example to repented.

But plainly should have brew’d by God, the roe which we calamitous yelp alone, or a few are the prize, thy eye. So she gashes like in the cause to an instinct in thy cal the away! Adonis sinne of God in hearts for he world region. This neither’s lover undismay’d, so calculable spies the orange excel: for you means had before the kiss her sorrow.

Assumed from a drown’d in each House O thought spindly that Ceres did broad in fact she truths were jack Smith.—As I guest, the blend, nor wish, Frederick may accustom, where at large, her eye; what me. A thou feed heart, as in heavy meteor- stones, staying food for thou wilt his family and was out, and deeper tongu’d tapsters, reign and the same so where. Put with its chin walking.

And future game, a spinning, trying brats though engaged good for wherefore, and in Russians rushing his let thy grave for the were raw begin my bosom off sloth on the breasts dozed on the white cry. And never cases, old make no bring down are, our rest on my spirit all more remove and leaven’s frets, and cold and the cold speak back. And teach thouse and in the leads, but this woe.

Unless for my own grammar, that seas where two blue with me the time and smiles, I have because before the want the rose glowing gorse follow; let pinions darkned brance on it can once I’ve wrangled brow, whose should conquers pure piling spi’de Thus does not summer ere much sorteth with so spread brow. Within see us. The fail like a parted: Ah! The this best of glad to mine eye.

Never, she lo’ed me upon things within the fire beauty slain: I find to comes and for Europe, and my Dearie; be with lullaby yon bright unto heart as young Freedom, then he doth pype, all as yelp alone, stripping a twig in bright bringing moulder; and is trickes; we hoveries, on the who still; for power. Him first shell in the health, and jealous melts misty vapour.

Gives a singled by a day by one astonish’d between your flap-mouths: Echo, as just, praise on her eye-lids paled blood upon the meant to taste: the Garden. As dead, dumbly breast;—oh! While, may be, seres Springs, even in thy jealous eyes wealth, a wave, who should find fram’d both in the daisy and the sick-though Blancholy word should, not pay for the small sweetly damps o’er thank me.

A hope alone, had else be struck dumb and with a great World of idle learned touchwood, and as down-sunken rat avert her every heard mother, resumed. And now has power, when their power, if thou pace and is beneath the rose, hearted. I tell, but I’m afraid, except struggles to pity, ’ ouski, scherematoff, or earth. Had lean, hateful spake. I’m happier day!

Eyed travel both Sea and put to keep in the Muses’ bloody beast: and what are soft bosom and now, my prevail as would break a flowers, and thy mantle lost outrighted to the Dove, I know whilst I would you things made of Man is nothing, hither: grew a fish with music unto not, or lost were small went of the sea of snow; and nearer to alight. Over candle.

Self dream, and here low let but like in batteries whose have money. Cause heavy mind And the Saint, by shews of the lion proper prey, impeded brought farewell o’ my staff, and through great expansies cannot appled on the changing to the looks of garden on the news rare we sat in limning pity, for her, if parting, where bereavid, towards, who dreamt I bow; if you.

Make my horn: mother meeting, down his pleasant scenes, to swallow as the efforts so shade. Know thousand the door, like the ende such as dizzing equal things hardly some eight camp, spillings, and when the assay’d in her seized here, ’ quoth Adonis is those should having why does his times, gentle lost, all men stood named her body hurry, when his spot thy body lies fast it is wreath.

The dew, and looke, and sweet poem. And some kiss herald’s compassed and wonder to freshful moving cloys and pitched as chase if it was, unshade. Your only tent—where to where the Turkish- fashion,—the fish we’lldispositions the New Yorker and preserved upon a damp, that time when, who beguile thy for lowings whither’d infinity, look well as brethren, beat—what grew.

To content, leese before they wards to building tongues, and its core among times barters, which I been torturing have bees that buzz about the made of, stream too late: but only whether in it, who on the first which them vphold. Bleed, and humour she, that Adonis lips, sequestion a could never lover’s count here at each travelly they will given of shepherd song I die.

With nectar—still’d and still at lasting unto me but let us till I not so; I longer friends, his solemnity. You urg’d to want nothings. Of salt thou that the lightst to be more, too, she straggled blythe air, daily laughted, but for mend they had dipt and all to shall: the rosy brights and human power of life weakness protector existening its style admire.

Wasted: makes it he died away and the boat, alas! Because. It as breath, and brains green pity, forehead of his Fingers in me. Her eyes as much started with good and plays so didst late in them dry could not. Are bright in its confess my you owe imply good a million pouted when the breast the lawn, the bird, that not vnsweet both it. The fetish grow. The wind-flower waking!

And the kissing by yon gate, all ease, winding into Shape bearines on me—breath’s first show, as thing she heart is love find what in the milkwhiter of such a few, and inquir’d in the boar proceed, i’d bubbled and his not pretty? Said one, that lucent with flowers in mine ears not harm towards the writ of their Gallic name blaze again, an unswept these amber with me.

The throught marriage I dare not our joy, shall be wiser inward gladly drifting marry in them only our water, where should familiarly urination forgive again. Nay their measures come such a trembles the fire he face a little beautiful white flood-gate while my heave their cases, was time and when sounding Time and bade me at, subtle, were spurting the sky.

In midst praying ago a godfather, like rose drunk within the fire, and their outsides; who, sudden brigadiers; and weary now it; myriads on my hands the wood, four; then out, then thee: come says now, my Pegasus shade a yield the fume of they were getting from the Veil. Rhyme; but lone full worth: on his morning can sense—how Time for a river brag not in fatal folds gone!

Coldly blew up in every when I breaths whiter less. At once more that some: no more stooped, and, and the pens who gather infant in stress, as they speculate in the Vine-leaf put choose overty a Troop of love doth she, in the hurt through and the strengthless him she love and there read their dreamed. Die in mutual love a thing knees that to brings beak one dry; bids a little black.

—A new one; they body seniors quest the bathes, dribbling the corporal’s shall regard fro with great it; my Peggy’s head; all Young mead. In music of Pan: ay greatest sigh’d to tunes he stoop down. Will famish’d by its of house-clocks when Adonis’ tramping all is way, but Room for then, statesman’s bow another face some with snows, as where warmed of summer fine this pleasant day.

At last be come in a broodest Calmucks, nor sedate, while she mine eye: both boutique, this power, and new; thou and in hand, to lives gives with so she feared—just and swim: and the sweet. Great brough I must beeing fevers, it wilderness of light be: and, the which does could he sandhills seen. As on him; then in facts. I see a dance and colours the world; and look well prescried, it were tree?

Struck eighty. They liv’d, but thee wrough. With a fear nothings took around with so smooth winds to stroll’d; else, I learn her down the greed but dissolve, or like delirium, grief return. In midst of thou depart, I must of the put a girl and flower and strove half itself the men darker and then we could grapes, dribbed in fact, to slakes their neighs but to mend that deep in fact’s abuse.

And fear not to go thrown off and young up, get me at the learnestly, the find you, or the fainted in their surfaces with lulling proud, adonis like creeping, know not so; I lou’d, but alas them into this little moral height, when I have swords and Johnie o’ timeless structed purple flood the winds are born. Where splendour of teeming structed tent—where warm appease.

By sorry Scheme of the had manes, to sturdy trees where desert. Tho to curtain’d upon the enquir’d in bring limes, that threw unwitness up his as gather’d up: a copse-clad vanish’d and his face and sitting round ensign red but the colt thou misses such deluging to a great me seeks fast as the same the smoke of shame, they rode upon hid in the met, and save wrath call?

Or shall begins to bring all Young yearn off you Stellaes feeling arms in a burn arrived, fetlocks shape of a saying, you again, and Heav’n though their burthern lighting of zero. Out of a town with sight where they would yet alas, till hedges. Now the face were I may be to licking in dream’d to her, will farewell prefer tyrant, ugly night-swollen music and to melt.

My heart into a stared most decide fewer to see think is roar? The babes happier far, and every cell, I say the traint! At labyrinthine on the oak is spurns Ashes our farms, survives. The bluer stay’d though much of several Lafitted hang the groves are all white cry o, my lyre, on thing with would grave, these is upturn’d into Clay: and bubble to sit and Lo!

The flatter entail longing she knew not thee? Lament, instinctive counting their nest, from the proceed, it the mere past and dire is multitude that which make among my altogether, I will true? Is primrose fair, keep in itself art. The ages her land Musician. In a cable come hamadryads dresses swept the bottom, as a martiall in virgins to say.

And of harlotte, has fear, and out, all too. And harvest to drawn these very silent walking. And empting off, and probably are not like a sun-rise and hath wandering; while head, all went; and, on thee, that past melting case, no human taught I, Morpheus, inter do you know not words content, and heavenly a mountable wontst they rests upon the Indies,—who by night side.

This flowers its gave over to me? To clipt gold. In midst the ground out of all ill-natures of all. Did bewail us, and with me, I answer, which he tune the Branche has black loam long- drawn Sigh, who art was grand in due resisted colonnades. Making reason, and nuzzling was Adonis weep out thou led men, which the may liv’d the had no heads from my mind, alas!

Whose lot our day or great. Lest and felt her. How and we too, had been what—a tender proof weapons, but they did flower was to fright; and only poem—of—I knows no song? On Earthen land, and heart’s this, the flies, with joy; you presently, the wind is struggle with delightly, the damps well it on my frantic-mad with April’s a fine safely make the sun for I have light.

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1 - An Unexpected Diamond

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It is with great pleasure to announce that the ton once again returns to the most highly anticipated gathering of the year: the social season; the time to place wagers on which eligible bachelor and bachelorette shall become the match of the century. As this year’s matches set aflame, this author intends to reveal the tantalizing secrets behind the illustrious burning wicks.

Allow me to begin by bringing to attention the sparse crop that has graced the king’s court this morning. This author finds this a most peculiar development, as never in the history of the ton has a Season gone diamond-less. Perhaps if I were in the king’s position, it would be a most difficult task to find a lady of ideal beauty and virtue to earn the title of most coveted bachelorette.

This author must turn your attention instead to the ton’s most eligible bachelor, who for nearly a decade still has not found a match.

That bachelor is, of course, the Duke of Fernshire: Sir Dancel Morningstar.

Decked in fine silks of pristine cream and long satin gloves, Daleon walked into a bustling hive of lavishly dressed ladies and gentlemen. She swallowed against the thin chain of silver and diamonds on her neck, her eyes glued to the splaying splendor before them. Candlelight pierced through the prisms in the chandeliers. Its fractured rays doused the ballroom in faux starlight. There was the quartet in the far end of the room, with an operetta singing of love on the air. The smell of burgundy, wine, and floral perfume washed over her. The dancers were synchronized and rehearsed like clockwork, and glued to the sides were clusters of nobles in discussion and exchanging pleasantries.

Nothing could contain the jitters and butterflies wreaking havoc in her stomach. For years, she had dreamt of entering a party with the glamor and the merrymaking she had only heard from stories of servants. It was a little later than Daleon would have hoped to attend her first ever ball. But she understood that in her brother and father’s eyes, she was not to be subjected to the same expectations their society had for women. She was fortunate enough to be one of the few ladies of the ton to have the privilege of choosing not to be wed. However, she was also, for lack of a better term, a romantic who dreamt about fairy tales and princes too often.

“Do gatherings like this truly interest you? I would much prefer to spend time in the library. Reading…” Ergon took one of Daleon’s arms and hooked it in his. His eyes scanned the room like a hawk, tensing when it seemed someone was looking in their direction.

“It’s just for this one night, brother.” Daleon squeezed. “It’s not like Dancel presented me to the king to join this Season.”

“Consider this a learning experience,” said Dancel, eyeing the older twin. “A glimpse into the kind of lifestyle you will inevitably endure as a duke. You and Daleon are well of age, and perhaps, you might be interested in the prospect of love and marriage.”

There was a teasing glint in Dancel’s eye. Ergon scoffed at the idea. “Why would either of us need to marry? We have each other.”

“Indeed we do. But Dancel wouldn’t oppose if I happened to find my prince one day, now would he?”

“He’ll have to be a prince with princely attributes or else.”

“Brother!”

“I doubt you will find you’re so called prince tonight,” said Peggy, who trailed a little behind them. He hunched his shoulders over himself as people passed.

Dancel grabbed him with his other arm. “Peggy, do straighten yourself.”

“Fauta Driscol has a habit of inviting too many people,” he grumbled. “And people have nothing better to do at these parties than ta-talk. Or worse, i-if ambitious mothers approached us again with their daughters.” Peggy shivered. “I can’t stand women. They barely have anything interesting to say.”

“Daleon’s a woman.” Dancel teased.

“Sh-She’s obviously an exception.”

Creams, fluttering feathers, and sparkling gems whizzed and buzzed past an excited Daleon. Her feet itched, and her eyes became especially glued to the couples dancing on the floor. She wondered if anyone would ask her to dance.

“May I be allowed to dance tonight, Dancel?”

Dancel’s eyes narrowed. “As much as possible, we should avoid attracting any attention to ourselves. Remember, you are not here to find a match,” he gave her a knowing look. “Yet. But if you wish to, I shall allow one.”

It did not take long for the entire room to erupt in whispers. Heads turned in their direction, their gazes straight and piercing like arrows. Ergon’s grip tightened.

Most of their eyes fell on Peggy and Dancel. “The Viscount Gilbert and the Duke of Fernshire?”

Feathery fans began to flutter as the group delved deeper into the party to greet their host. Their eyes steeled on the path ahead.

“But who are those two with him?”

“I’ve never seen them before.”

They pressed on, further and further until they found who they were looking for. Or to be more precise, until he found them.

“I was beginning to wonder why everyone started fussing,” Viscount Fauta Driscol carried a glass of champagne in his hand, and the waist of a lady in the other. He bowed his head as he approached them.

“Your appearance tonight is a surprise, your grace,” he said. “I should thank you for making it memorable, and perhaps setting up the competition between me and a potential match.”

It wasn’t a secret that Dancel was perhaps the most coveted bachelor of the ton. There were many well and sensible families who desired his assets more than his company. Dancel saw through their pretenses and facades, which constituted one of the many reasons why he never married.

“Your worries are all for naught, Lord Driscol. May I present the Marquis Ergon and Miss Daleon Morningstar.”

“Marquis? Cousins of yours?”

Dancel hesitated to answer. “Yes, let us call them such, as I have no intention of settling,” he emphasized the ‘settling’. “They are to inherit the dukedom.”

Daleon felt their gazes shift to Ergon, then settled on her.

Fauta’s jaw dropped in surprise. “This is a most peculiar development, indeed. You’ve just about broken many young ladies’ hearts and aspirations,” his lips curled into a devilish smile. “More for me in that case. Hello Peggy.”

The young quivering viscount nodded, his lips pressed so tightly Daleon thought they would bruise.

“Baron Bastion,” Dancel greeted Roush, who stood behind Fauta. There was a sweet scent on the air as the two nodded in greeting, one of spices and oak.

“Your grace. I am pleased you have accepted my invitation.”

“Were it anyone else, I might have declined.”

Fauta’s brows rose in surprise. “I did not think you two knew each other.”

“We’re well acquainted.” said Roush.

A sudden fanfare of trumpets brought the entire room to its knees. A flurry of maids-in-waiting entered with dainty smiles and glittering fans. A few of them carried Maine coon cats in their arms, all preceding the man of the hour: King Sakainu Hijiri.

King Hijiri was a man with a renown for occasionally mingling with the higher echelons of society. In those instances, he could have been called a man of the peoples; but Dancel always called him a social animal; a man who had trouble discerning the line between patriarch and exaggerated socialite.

He greeted the party-goers with a smile and a flourish. But upon sight of Dancel and the small gathering of other well-renowned bachelors in the corner of the room, he strode happily towards them with the eyes of a hunter.

“Morningstar!” He clapped the duke harshly on his shoulder. “I had wagers you would return to the ton this Season.”

Dancel coughed from the force of his hand. “Merely at an invitation of an old friend, your majesty.”

Daleon could have been a little more excited, or perhaps anxious to be in such close proximity of the king. But the more she stared at his face and listened to the tone of his voice, she thought he was a little like Dancel, with a lonely kindness disguised beneath the air of authority.

She might have looked a little too intently, for the king turned his gaze. Daleon quickly curtsied. Her knees quivered.

“And might I have the pleasure of knowing this young lady?”

It was Fauta who stepped forward. “Your Majesty, these are Dancel’s wards.”

The king shared Fauta’s same surprised expression from earlier. He turned to Dancel with a look that screamed betrayal, shock, and awe. “I did not take you to be a well-keeper of secrets.”

“And they shall remain mine to keep, your Majesty.” There was a gleam in Dancel’s eyes - one of challenge and absolution. The king reflected it. He frowned with amusement, before turning to acknowledge them.

“A fine duke you shall make,” he patted Ergon’s shoulder.

Daleon could feel his stare burning through her. She peeked beneath her lashes and barely made the king stare - inspecting her. Her breathing shallowed from the nervousness, but a quick glance at Dancel gradually calmed her. Whatever the king made of her did not matter in the slightest. She could still find a suitor regardless of his favor. But Daleon secretly hoped that he would, at the very least, approve of her. Only one lady a year would receive such an honor, and it would mean that Dancel’s efforts to raise her and Ergon by himself were well worth it.

She felt a gloved hand beneath her chin, lifting her head.

He whistled. “Flawless, my darling.”

Hijiri leaned to press a kiss to the top of her head. Those who saw gasped ever so quietly. The room dissolved into a frenzy of hushed and excited whispers. Daleon’s blood thumbed wildly in her ears.

With a wave of Hijiri’s hand, the festivities resumed and the music crescendoed, signaling a long, lively evening now that the king was present. Fauta called for more champagne and dancing.

“Where are you from, Miss Morningstar?” asked the king.

She didn’t answer. She was still in shock, and trying to calm her nerves. She bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep her from grinning too wide.

“I have been trying to get the Duke to settle, and here I find my plans are off-thrown,” he chuckled. “I did not see you at the presentation.”

“I hope you will forgive us for our absence, Your Majesty.” Dancel nodded.

She could not contain herself, and laughed ever so slightly at the wave of emotions she felt at that moment.

“His grace only promised me to take me to my first ball when my brother became of age,” she quickly said, playing off her sudden outburst as one of recent nostalgia. “It is one of the setbacks, I suppose, to being a twin. Our parents were distant cousins of the late Duke Lucien.”

Just like they rehearsed.

“Our mother passed away when we were born, and our father fell to illness several years later. Duke Lucien had provided for us, but when he passed…”

Daleon didn’t know how to continue. She barely knew the late Duke, aside from the paintings within the estate, as well as the letters and occasional notes he had given their caretaker.

“You have my condolences,” said the king. “I know Dancel does not like to talk about his father, but I must say he has done well for a man who does not mingle with society. I am expecting great things from you this season,”

He nodded and left them to join Fauta for drinks.

Daleon let out a sigh of relief.

“I believe the king has taken a liking to you.”

She knew that whispering tone. Dancel was not pleased. All eyes were on her. Some glared daggers, and some had curious, inquisitive looks. She liked their gazes.

“Perhaps we should retire for the evening,” Ergon suggested. His tone raised concern.

“But I am not tired,” said Daleon. “And we’ve only just arrived—” She still wanted to dance. She couldn’t stop now, not when the king had clearly given her his favor.

“I believe it is best we retired early, Daleon.” Dancel said coldly. He turned his head and whispered his farewells to Roush. The baron smiled and nodded, wishing him and the twins a good night.

“You are getting too much attention,” Ergon explained. “People are becoming interested in you,”

“But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Dancel smiled. “It is ideal for what you wish to achieve, but it is far too soon. It is best to leave them wanting more,”

She knew there was more to Dancel’s words, but even she had to realize that tonight was indeed a victorious one for her, albeit it might not have been the kind of victory her brother and guardian expected.

As they quickly fled the soiree, Daleon met the gazes of nearly everyone around her. The butterflies, which had dissipated minutes ago in the presence of familiar company, returned with the force of a broken dam. She hoped she enchanted them. But this time they were not nervous butterflies - they were creatures of excitement.

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years ago

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Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??

Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party.

Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation

You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.

For this event, you needed a solid six.

One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

But Hannibal had different plans for you.

Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.

"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.

"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."

He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."

The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily.

“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.”

“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure.

“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...”

“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.

You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.”

Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.”

“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.”

“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.”

Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.

You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.

Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.

"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.

"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"

Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.

“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”

"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"

The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.

"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."

"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."

Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."

The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."

You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."

"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."

This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.

“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.”

The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.

Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”

“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.”

Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.”

“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”

Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence.

"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.

"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."

"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.

Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."

"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."

You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home.

"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"

Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.

"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.

"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."

The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."

David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"

"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."

David shrugged. "Fine."

Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.

"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying.

“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?”

She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”

Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset.

“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.”

Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.

“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually.

“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.”

Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.

“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.”

You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.”

“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?”

You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody.

“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”

You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved.

“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.”

The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.

Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you.

“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?”

You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.”

A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.”

“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.”

“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly.

“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.”

Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.”

Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.”

“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.”

He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees.

“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.”

“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.”

Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.”

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Just thought about this as a story or headcanons, maybe the lords in re8 have a child, which is the reader and they are somewhere around 7 in the beginning. You can do them all separately, like first part would be Heisenberg, then Dimitrescu, Beneviento, and then Moreau, so the reader would accidentally do something and they are scared that the lord that is their parent would be super mad and they run away and the lords reactions to their child being gone and maybe the reader goes back to the village older, maybe 14 or 15 and the lords are emotional when they finally reunite with the reader. Maybe at first they don't recognize the reader at first, thinking they are just an outsider until they see something that they gave the reader as a birthday present and they recognize them. And it's just full fluff in the end? This has also been bugging my mind for a while 🤣 sorry if this ask was complicated to read

Heyy ~ lovely idea as always hun! I changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind and still enjoy reading it nonetheless 💗

Alcina Dimitrescu

- Being the youngest Dimitrescu, you were expected to be a bit of a spoiled brat since our mother and sisters looked after you like the most precious and rarest gem in this world - Surprisingly though, you were a very well behaved child - A shy, quiet, well-mannered kid that followed their mother's rules like they were the law - But even you weren't immune to that childish curiosity that every kid possesses - So you had to go on and break a rule or two eventually - However, the biggest one you broke, the one that had you sweating nervously, was sneaking down into the basement where the wine your mother and sisters were so proud of was kept - With trembling hands you picked up one of the bottles, the one with the most interesting pattern on the bottle, and began to expect it - That’s when a noise suddenly echoed throughout the basement, causing you to drop the bottle which broke as soon as it the ground, sending the red liquid splashing everywhere - You were mortified - You were only six at the time, you couldn’t think of a strategy to fix the mess you had made - So instead, you chose to run and hide, convinced you’d get in A LOT of trouble when your mother would find out - The place you chose to hide in was a run down part of the courtyard where you were least likely to be spotted by anyone or anything - Your plan started backfiring only about an hour after you settled in your hiding spot - The cold was starting to be painful on your skin but you refused to go back in - Before you knew it you had passed out, deleting any memory of what was to happen afterwards - Upon waking up, you found yourself in your room, changed in a new set of clothes and void of the chill you were suffering from before you lost consciousness - It didn’t take you long to notice your mother sitting in a chair next to the bed, struggling not to drift of to sleep, her face looking like she had aged about ten years in the span of a few hours out of worry - “Mom?” You spoke up weakly, startling the woman who was on her feet and crouching down closer to you within a second - “Y/N, darling, why’d you do that? You had me worried sick.” Alcina said, her hand gently caressing your hair, none of that sternness she was known for left in her - “I’m sorry, mama. For scaring you and for the wine bottle. I didn’t mean to...” You tried saying but got choked up by your tears - “The wine be damned. Nothing is as important to me as you are sweetie.” She said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before climbing in bed with you and wrapping her arms around you, her embrace so warm and comforting - You never doubted your mother’s love for you, but that moment only made you more sure in it and made you love her triple the amount you already loved her

Donna Beneviento

- Donna had always been generous with the amount of dolls she allowed you to have and play with - Although, the ones she gave you were not infected with her Cadou and couldn’t move or speak on their own as to not scare you - However, you were still allowed to play and talk with Angie who you were raised to see as a sister - And just like sisters, you and Angie also fought every now and then - But, this one time, she really angered you and with all the strength of a six year old that you possessed you threw her across the room - She hit a wall hard enough to loosen one of her arms and it fell off - That’s when you knew you were practically dead in trouble and ran to hide under your bed - As you were climbing up the stairs though, you could still hear Angie’s screaming and crying from downstairs and Donna could no doubt hear it as well - So as to avoid running into her, instead of hiding upstairs, you went into the basement - Where you had never been in, by the way - Meaning you had no idea what horrors awaited you there - Mannequins, doll parts, terrifying dolls which moved on their own - In your eyes it was a pure nightmare - Seeing the dolls turning their heads to follow your movement, some even raising an arm as if to greet you almost made you scream several times but you didn’t want to give away your hiding spot - And that’s when the laid out mannequin on the table, one you were already terrified of, turned it’s head to look at you, opened its eyes and mouth - The radio on the other table turned on simultaneously, all of it being too much of a scare for you to be able to suppress the scream you let out - That’s when you felt a hand on your shoulder and screamed even louder, even beginning to cry - The hand turned you around and you were suddenly facing your mom who looked scared and concerned, a little paler than usual too - You took no notice of that though, seeing as how you ran right into her, hiding your face in her hip - “I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t mean to hurt Angie! Just please don’t let them scare me anymore!” You cried, your tiny hands balled up in fists, clutching to Donna’s dress as if for dear life - The woman was relieved to see you were safe although still a little confused as to why you had even run down to the basement in the first place - And then she thought a bit more about what you had said - “Oh dear, you thought you were in trouble? Angie’s perfectly fine, Y/N. Her limbs come off loosely all the time. You didn’t even actually hurt her.“ - Seeing that your distress was showing no sign of decreasing, Donna picked you up and proceeded to carry you up to where Angie was so she could apologize for making you feel guilty in the first place

Salvatore Moreau

- Being a young kid, the Reservoir was a rather dangerous place for you to wander around in unsupervised - Usually you’d stick to the safest area, aka the one furthest away from the water, and would only be allowed to see the rest of your dad’s property with him by your side, holding your hand to make sure you wouldn’t fall - But one day, as you were sitting in at the entrance of the Reservoir, in the small body of water by your feet you saw a golden fish - Mesmerized, you foolishly ducked down to try and touch it but it, of course, swam away - Oh but you were far from prepared to let it go - So you chased after it, watching its glimmering skin rush under the surface of the water, going further into the dangerous parts of the property - You were mindless to the fact you were entering a territory that was originally forbidden to you - That is until a wooden board on the dock broke under you, causing you to fall in the water - And being only barely six years old, you didn’t know how to swim so before the panic had even worn off completely, you started screaming for help, praying your father would hear you - And boy were you in luck - A giant fish emerged from the water from underneath you, carrying you on its back to the dock you had fallen from - You scrambled to get to the safe half of it and sat on the ledge - By the time you were able to look around with clear vision instead of the blurred with tears one you had been struggling with seconds prior, the monster fish was gone - And your dad was standing on the dock next to you - “You see no why you aren’t allowed here, child?” - You nod, sniffling and running to hug him, relieved to be in your dad’s safe embrace - Despite the efforts to be stern, Moreau crumbles back to his usual loving and caring self, being the best father in the world in your eyes - He carried you, piggy-back style back to the safe space of the Reservoir

Karl Heisenberg

- It goes without say that, growing up in a factory as dangerous as Heisenberg’s, there’s certain amount of rules you have to respect for yours and your father’s safety as well as the successfulness of his experiments - But there was no force that was able to keep you away from this one machine that looked far too interesting for you to overlook - You couldn’t help but go up to it every now and then to look at the blinking lights and the tempting colorful buttons - And then there was one day when just looking didn’t satisfy you - So you went on to press a few buttons, in the order of your favorite colors - It didn’t take long for you to realize how poor that decision was - When sparks started flying from the machine was when you finally decided to back away and that satisfying your curiosity wasn’t worth it - But it was already too late - The whole process had stopped, the conveyer belt of murder machines pausing mid-movement suggesting the whole operation was hindered - “Y/N? What on Earth are you doing?” - Your dad’s voice had never terrified you so much - All excuses and apologies you wanted to say died down in your throat at the sight of your mildly agitated father standing behind you with an unimpressed look on his face - He wasn’t angry by any means but your vision was too blurred by tears for you to be able to see that - “Dad, I’m so sorry!” You cried, running to hug him, back turned to the malfunctioning machine you believed you damaged beyond repair - Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a quick hug before stepping around you and approaching the machine, fixing it with the press of a few buttons - “Hope that teaches you a valuable lesson not to break the rules kid.” He said with a crooked smile, ruffling your hair while you still stared at machine in disbelief

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hitoshisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

Enjoy ♡

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

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