#i'll be back to working on this as soon as i've recharged!

[phoenix-clan]

Still taking a bit of a breather away from working on this blog, but i'm briefly breaking my silence on here to announce that it's my birthday today :) yippee!!!

[fastandcarlos]

Living With The LeClercs » Charles LeClerc

Summary: take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to

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charles_leclerc: off season complete ✅ batteries are recharged after yet another amazing holiday with the fam

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to having you back with us next week charles 🏎️

landonorris: i refuse to accept that y/d/n is yours, she's too beautiful to have your genes

ynusername: @/landonorris she just takes after her mother instead 😇

username1: nooooo, f1 season means we get less dad pics from you charles

username2: i don't ever want the dad charles era to end 😭

ynusername: thank you for the best three months, i couldn't wish for a better dad to our little humans 💕

schecoperez: you're putting me to shame with all these adorable snaps, i better start uploading too

lance_stroll: calling dibs on being first to offer babysitting during the season btw

danielricciado: @/lance_stroll you take one i'll take the other, mini charles' are a lot to handle

lance_stroll: @/danielricciardo you've got yourself a deal

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charles_leclerc: race day is always better with these two babies causing chaos 🥰

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carlossainz55: as cute as your children are, can you hurry up and stop uploading to instagram...some of us have got meetings

username3: y/s/n is hands down the coolest kid at the paddock this weekend

username4: why do i get the impresson project leclerc jr is well underway with y/d/n 🤔

oscarpiastri: STOP SHOWING OFF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR FAMILY ARE 😡

maxverstappen1: maybe y/s/n will have a better chance of beating me to the top of the podium than you

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day...he's got his eyes on you! apparently you're his favourite driver

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc tell him that he's got excellent taste

ynusername: not you promoting letting toddlers get behind the wheel of high speed cars 🙄

danielricciardo: if you're looking for a coach, you know who to ask

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciado you think i'm not capable of coaching my son

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc sure...but if you want him to learn from a proper driver, just gimme a call 😂

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ynusername: following this man around all day, trying to keep the kids from hugging daddy is a hard day’s work (see second pic for proof 😂)

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landonorris: if charles isn't interested, tell the kids that uncle lando will always be ready for a cuddle

iamrebeccad: i've never done so many steps before, who knew chasing after 3 year olds was such hard work 💫

ynusername: @/iamrebeccad i did try to warn you!! you should've listened

pierregasly: he's just tryna play it cool y/n, he isn't as cool as he used to be

username5: imagine being lucky enough to walk around the paddock and just see y/s/n and y/d/n everywhere

kevinmagnussen: tell them to have a sniff of charles after being in a race car for 2 hours y/n...that will soon be enough to put them off 💩

lilymhe: i want them to chase me and give me all the cuddles in the world

username6: you just know in any free moment charles is secretly looking around wanting his kids back beside him

username7: everyone say thank you to y/n for yet another round of hot dad charles pics 🙏🏻

oscarpiastri: why can't you hug me as lovingly as you hug your son? you're supposed to me my dad too

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri "adopted"

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc IT ALL STILL COUNTS

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charles_leclerc: like father like son…the leclerc smile is deadly

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username8: officially the cutest photographs to ever be uploaded to the internet 🥺

username9: excuse me charles leclerc you cannot just spring photos like this on us without warning

oscarpiastri: i smile like this too...family?? 🥰

maxverstappen1: if i had to pick y/s/n definitely looks cuter

username10: i was not emotionally ready for this adorableness 💔

carlossainz55: deadly?? you look like the squishiest marshmallow

username11: @/carlossainz55 i think you've been spending too much time on the internet 😬

ynusername: my two favourite boys, how did I ever get so lucky?

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername there's no way you're the lucky one, that title belongs to me mi amor

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been posting a lot about my human kids recently, so here’s a shoutout to my other child so he doesn’t feel left out

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oscarpiastri: damn i almost thought that this post was gonna be about me

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri i swear one more comment and i will block you, son or not

landonorris: how dare you mistreat leo like this

username12: @/landonorris #justice4leo

username13: charles leclerc...father of 3

ynusername: leo could never be forgotton, he's our favourite four legged child

alex_albon: @/ynusername also your only four legged child 🤔

estebanocon: cute kids, cute dog...how do you do it leclerc??

yukitsunoda0511: asking for a friend...do your kids also poo in the middle of the paddock or just your dog

username14: @/yukitsunoda0511 YUKI not you stitching charles up like this! 😂😂

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charles_leclerc: my favourite things to do, being a dad with a bit of gaming too 🥺💕

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ynusername: where does being a husband rank in all of them??

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re still my number one 😍

username15: if charles won't appreciate you come and marry me instead

maxverstappen1: so bad at fifa you've resorted to table football i see 🫢

carlossainz55: don't worry charlie, i'll beat you at that kinda football too

username16: not you forgetting the woman that gave you those two adorable humans charles 🤦🏻‍♀️

username17: public apology incoming

danielricciardo: and you just happened to be playing table football with your top off did you? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo it was all just coincidence...promise

georgerussell63: charles leclerc giving the fan girls what they want since 2018

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charles_leclerc: appreciation for the wife so she doesn’t get jealous 😂 I love you honey, thank you for our perfect family ✨🔥

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carlossainz55: if you heard him gush about you as much as i do y/n you'd know there is never anything to be jealous of

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 what sorta thing does he say?? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 do not throw me under the bus like this!!

landonorris: one of you looks perfect, the other looks like he needs a haircut and to sort his beard out

username18: i hope you know how lucky you are charles

username19: how does y/n manage to look that good running around after y/s/n, y/d/n and charles all day???

logansargeant: can you stop making all us single people feel even more single pls 😭

schecoperez: the second best family in formula one

danielricciardo: @/schecoperez SAVAGE! 💪🏻

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charles_leclerc: just a post to remind you all I can do both…no dad bod around here 🫢

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username20: DADDY!? 💦

landonorris: how many takes did it take you to get that shot in the gym?

carlossainz55: @/landonorris i was there...for several hours

username21: soft dad charles will always be my fave

ynusername: is there anything that you can't do? you take my breath away charles leclerc 💫💕

oscarpiastri: one day i hope to be as strong as you are...dad

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri BLOCKED

alex_albon: i don't know who looks more tired, you or y/d/n

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon me, definitely me, but i wouldn't change it for the world

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[scarapanna]

The main premise and events in the Intertwined Opposites AU

It's finally here!!!

I've managed to finally make a proper info post for my personal take on this silly possession AU craze as I've planned to do for a while since I'm totally normal about this concept (lie) /silly

Before proceeding, keep in mind that this post is gonna be pretty long as I'll be diving into important story events troughout the first half of it, so it gets the read more treatment as usual!!

There will be no crk spoilers here (except for the beast-yeast episodes), just a ""prologue" to current narrative events in the AU

[[Little edit but there now are some ref sheets for both Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla!!! They can be found here]]

•The beginning•

Everything starts in beast-yeast, once peace has been returned to the fairie kingdom

Now that the area is mostly free from danger with the silver tree's seal being properly mended, the crowd decides to start repairs and preparations to further celebrate everyone's victory for the remainder of the day.

However, as everyone starts to leave the area, something starts creeping out from the shadows created by the tree's roots

Turns out that Shadow Milk, now severely weakened from the blow taken in battle, has managed to flee from being forced back into his prison once more.

During Lily's blast of magic, he essentially "split" and discarded part of his own power as a last resort, separating what was already being sucked into the renewed seal from himself to avoid getting dragged into containment once more.

Unfortunately for the beast, both his panicked and sloppy procedure combined with the added strenght of the new guardian's spell left him with a very poor amount of strenght, with it not being enough for anything useful.

Needless to say, his mind is filled with hatred and anger as soon as he emerges

he can't really do much with this state, and thus lingers on formulating a plan to get what he wanted from the start, but how?

How would he get back on track, rid himself of the guardian, and break the seal once more like this?

The answer eventually comes to him, just right on top of a bridge alongside the one who restored his prison.

His souljam, the one he was once the owner of

Now "purified" and held by Pure Vanilla, it binds the two together with the virtue of knowledge, split in the lights of truth and deceit during the purification process.

These lights are owned by the beast, and the figure by the bridge in front of him, yet come from the same thing.

Shadow Milk has finally decided on a proper plan.

◆ What comes after and what it leads to ◆

Days pass, turning into a few weeks and ending with a trip back home to take a break and write down what happened during the beast-yeast expedition.

Everything seems to have gone well in the end, yet something still feels..wrong?

It's not the best term for it, but does the job well enough.

The vanilla kingdom is peaceful, and Pure Vanilla's return safe and sound brings back some joy to the citizens.

Yet it just doesn't feel right, he doesn't know what precisely, but the ancient is riddled with an odd feeling almost like being watched.

He might not realise it for now, but he had been right. Someone has been following him inside the castle for the entire duration of the trip.

Pure Vanilla slowly grows more wary as days pass, and his doubts are confirmed as Shadow Milk's idea is proven successful.

In the void Pure Vanilla is confronted by Shadow Milk cookie, he spills everything he's done without esitating twice, as there's no reason to hide it anymore.

Shadow Milk had always been there ever since the re-sealing of the tree, following Pure Vanilla and draining magic at a slow enough rate to not be noticed, until it was enough to take over his body without trouble.

Now that he had a "vessel" to work with, he could keep recharging power and be finally able to do his bidding.

He's questioned multiple times by Pure Vanilla, but he wouldn't budge, and the ancient manages to gather only their location and a few loose details.

This was not a void, this was a ""mind space"" where he was bound to stay while shadow milk used his body as a disguise, and he could not use magic to fight back against the beast.

Being out of options, Pure Vanilla quickly tries to think over what to do, and lingers over the situation to come up with something.

Shadow Milk proposes an idea to Pure Vanilla, sharing the vessel that both are confined in, to be sure he doesn't get caught.

This is only to one condition: the ancient must work in favour of the beast under it's watchful sight at all times

The Ancient complies, and a deal is sealed.

It's not a loss nor a victory, only a beginning

◆The current situation◆

Now that the main prologue is set, what happens precisely to both?

So, Shadow Milk cookie is essentially ""possessing"" Pure Vanilla, but not completely.

The two switch up control of the ancient's body in certain times of the day and night, sometimes Pure Vanilla is granted the lead and when he's not needed Shadow Milk takes it. He's pretty much using the ancient as a puppet, a disguise and a tool for his own gain, assigning him certain tasks so that his plan will work as intended.

Whenever one of them is not in control of their shared ""vessel"", they're send in the mindspace until the shift of control takes place and so on. Shadow milk never gives Pure Vanilla full "freedom" or personal space, having control of the shifts in lead and constantly keeping the ancient under watch trough mirrors and reflective surfaces (The only moments in which he's given alone time is when the beast is asleep in the mind space to retain magic).

The ancient, on the other hand, accepted Shadow Milk's offer right away without esitation, but for a much different reason.

Pure vanilla is trying to get the best out of his situation, and thus feels forced to go against his own morality to keep cookies safe and attempt to alarm them trough hints and hidden messages scattered in the kingdom.

Even if he doesn't like the means, what else could he do to keep everyone safe?

The difficulty of his situation causes him great stress and paranoia, which worsens as time goes on and Shadow Milk regains his powers bit by bit, making his actions more difficult to get away with unnoticed.

Here's some more info regarding the effects of sharing a vessel in two:

• Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk's connection by souljam makes sharing a body possible, otherwise it would be fatal to most cookies (As they're not made to be vessels).

• The slit in the souljam is a shared element which hints at Shadow milk's presence in both, during control shifts it flickers in different shades of gray.

• Remaining on the topic, control shifts are not plesant in the slightest to both parties involved, being defined by acute physical pain on the area covered by the souljam. This is inflicted on the current cookie in charge of the vessel during the shift, fading away only when back in the mindspace.

•The two can see eachother and comunicate trough reflective surfaces, with them displaying the current entity in the mindspace instead of the one leading the vessel.

• Pure Vanilla's voice sounds somewhat overlapped or distorted when shadow milk is in charge of his body, he can't change this aspect unfortunately for him.

• Certain factors like hunger and thirst are shared between the two due to their predicament, they can sometimes be heard debate over what to eat and when during the day.

• Sleep in the traditional sense is the only factor distinct to the two instead of being shared, as it's strictly based on "individual energy" rather than "shared energy"

[sugawhaaa]

SEONGHWA X READER

{Chapter 2}

Treasure

Warnings::I think guns are mentioned like once/Sexually and mentally abusive relationship!!!!

Pairing::pirate!seonghwa x princess!reader

Genre:: pirate AU

A/N::I literally started writing this RIGHT after I finished the first chapter bc I'm so addicted to this story 😭 I'm sorry this chapter is kinda boring but I promise it's important to the story and we'll get to the juicy stuff soon

Taglist:: @hi-kariii @deltamoon666

Reminder‼️this isn't 100% historically accurate and should be taken with a grain of salt. This story is also set in the late 1800s to early 1900s specifically in Europe but if you want you can imagine it wherever else you'd like, it is a fictional story after all 💗 this story also takes some inspiration from pirates of the Caribbean, specifically the first movie.

Part 1:

You wake up bright and early feeling refreshed and recharged. You sit up and stretch your necklace moving up with the movement of your shoulders. You look down at your necklace and remember what happened with Seonghwa yesterday. You pick up the accessory off your neck to look at the bottom of it. An hourglass with blue sand on the inside. You flip the charm upside down and watch the sand fall. 

You look over at the clock by your dresser. The clock reads 6:39 am. You stretch and put a robe over your nightgown. You fetch your maid and she helps you put on a simple and slender dress. You need a simpler dress to wear to the children's school because a big dress is too much of a hassle. You finish putting on your dress and open the door to see your Fiance in the hallway. You look back at your maid confused but she's busy cleaning your clothes. 

"Prince Herrington?" You call out in a confused tone. Herrington turns to look at you and smiles. You approach him and he kisses your hand elegantly. "What are you doing here?" You ask as you notice maids and merchants bringing in luggage into one of the guest rooms.

"Well since I traveled halfway across the country to ask for your hand in marriage I see no reason to go back to my kingdom just yet," he explains as he holds your hands. You watch as the merchants bring in more luggage. "I'm going to be staying here with you until we get married," he states as he lets your hands go. 

"I see," you hummed and forced yourself to smile. 

"Aren't you delighted my princess?" He asks as with his arms behind his back and his chin up high, looking down on you again. 

"Yes, we will have much more time to talk to one another this way," you look at him with a smile.

"No, no, dear," he cuts you off. "I'll be doing work. You will be doing whatever women do," he nods before laughing loudly. His laugh echoed throughout the castle. You swallow your anger and force out a soft laugh. 

"I shall be going now," you nod, leaving the scene quickly to go to the children's school. 

"Oh, by the way, I've assigned soldiers at the door to accompany you when you leave the castle. That filthy pirate will never come near you again, any pirate that is," he grunted before continuing his business. You went downstairs to the main hall and there they were. Two soldiers by the doorway. You approached them carefully as they held their guns to their chest. 

"Must you accompany me to the school?" You ask nervously.

"Yes, princess. We were ordered to accompany you anytime you step out of this castle," one of the soldiers speaks without even looking at you before opening the door and letting you step out. 

The walk to the school was quiet and boring. The tension between the two men ruined your aura anytime you waved to a citizen. Instead of them smiling and waving back they'd bow as you walked by. As you walk down the street you see the merchant from yesterday, painting as he awaits customers. You look between the fruit table and the painting table. That's where Seonghwa had his body pressed against yours, his wrist in his hand, his eyes down your dress. The soldiers kept marching you towards the school as you relive the memories.

Eventually, you arrived at the school and got to see all of the lovely children. At first, they were intimidated by the soldiers but once you told them they were there to protect everyone they got comfortable. You then followed through with your usual schedule, telling stories, dancing, and painting with the children. 

After you had finished dancing the children asked you to sing. You were taken aback by their request. "You want me to sing?" You asked in a childish tone. "I don't know," you sighed dramatically. The kids only got more riled up. "Alright, alright, what do you wish for me to sing?" You asked as birds flew by the field. 

"Come into the garden!" One of the kids called out excitedly and you obliged. 

"Come into the garden, you're lucky I know that one," you say as you stand up off the blanket on the grass. You clear your throat and begin to sing. The kids surprisingly listen well and some sing along. By the end of the song, it was time for the kids to eat. You say bye to each of the children giving them pats on the head or a kiss to their forehead before they leave to the dining area. You sigh and fix your hat. You turn to the soldiers with a blank expression. "I would like to stop by a few merchants on the way back to the castle please," you say as you adjust the bottom of your dress. The soldiers nod and lead you out of the school field. You wave to the teacher before leaving back to the streets. 

You stop by a few shops as you walk back, taking your time to appreciate each stand. You stop at a bread bakery and buy two loads of bread and request a basket to carry them in along with the next few things you'll buy. 

"Of course princess," the baker says as she hands you the basket. You thank her before leaving with the bread, the soldiers following close by. You continue to shop around and end up buying more than you had entailed. After arriving home you put away the goods in a safe place. You now had to decide whether to paint or go outside again for the rest of the day. Until lunch at least. 

[Time skip]

You sat straight in front of your dinner. Your fiance sitting next to you as everyone prayed. You then were finally allowed to eat your long awaited dinner. It was full course and stocked with lots of delicious flavors. The meat was cooked perfectly to your liking and the temperature was just right. Herrington on the other hand couldn't disagree more. 

"The meat is way too overcooked and there's hardly any flavor in any of this," he complained with food in his mouth. You took a deep breath and swallowed your food before cutting some more of the meat. "And it's practically frozen, why is it so damn cold?" He looked up at the maid and she apologized with a bow. You look down at your plate as the rest of the table is silent. 

You looked up at the maid with a consoling look. Despite Herrington whining he was still eating his food, and rather loud. Did this man have any manners? You took a deep breath but your corset restricted your ability to breathe. It also hugged your stomach tightly to the point any food you ate nearly came right back out. 

You set down your knife and wiped your lips with a napkin. Your mother looked up at you concerned. "Is everything alright Y/N?" She asked with dark eyes.

"I'm feeling unwell," you say as you hold your head. The maid instantly comes to your side offering assistance. She helps you up to your room and you ask her to help you undress. She finally takes off your corset and you let out a relieved sigh. She chuckles and hands you your nightgown.

"I cleaned it today," she said as she let you change in private. "I will take care of your dishes," she said before leaving your room. As she went down the stairs you heard her stop and talk with herrington. Soon after you heard a knock on your door and the door opened slowly. Herrington stepped in and closed the door. All he could see is your silhouette behind the curtain. 

"Y/N," he calls out in a calm voice as he walks closer to you.

"Yes," you reply as you finally finish putting your gown on. You close the curtain and he smiles at you. 

"If you didn't like the food you can just say that? There is no need to act sick to run away from the food," he smiles caringly as he strokes your bare arm. You nod and he smirks. "I was thinking, you looked beautiful in the dress tonight," he says as he raises his hand to your cheek, petting your skin softly and your eyes are glued to the floor. "Look at me princess," he says as he lifts your chin. You look at Herrington with tired eyes. "I thought maybe tonight we could mix things up," he said as his hand moved to your lips. Slowly caressing them with his thumb. He kisses you and all you can do is comply. 

"How so?" You look up at him and he smiles. 

"You know what I mean princess. I can take you places you've never been, pleasure beyond your imagination," he explains as he strokes your hair. 

"I'm not really feeling it tonight," you attempt to explain as you look up at him. He instantly frowns. 

"Come on princess," he sighs. "Just me and you, and pleasure," he looks at you with gentle eyes and you shake your head. 

"Not tonight," you retort and he drops his hand. 

"Are you saying no?" He asks angrily.

"That's not what I'm saying, I'm saying not tonight. Tomorrow okay? Tomorrow for as long as you want," you assure him and he sighs.

"Fine," he hissed before storming out of your room. You sigh and sit on the bed. You lay back before curling into a ball, tears streaming down your face as you feel hopeless. You find yourself falling asleep, soon greeted by darkness as you fall asleep. 

A few hours later you wake up and realize how dark it is out. You light a candle and stand up out of your bed. You notice a figure sitting on your stool by the canvas you had painted yesterday. 

"Herrington?" You call out as you rub your eyes but as you approach the figure you realize it isn't your fiance, but a pirate. The man turns to look at you and it's just who you thought. Seonghwa. You gasp and stumble backward. Seonghwa chuckles as you stumble. "W-What-how? When?" You stutter as you come to. Seonghwa stands up and approaches you. He puts a finger over your lips with a gentle "shhh" escaping his lips. 

He takes your free hand and holds it comfortingly. "Your fiance is sleeping next door right?" He asks in a low voice. You nod your head slowly. Seonghwa sighs and blows out your candle. He takes the candle and puts it on the nightstand. "Well, we can't have him hearing our conversation no?" He says as he walks over to your balcony. You follow him curiously and he leans over the edge of the balcony. He pulls a rope off of his waist and ties it around one of the bars on the balcony. He tugs it to make sure it's secure before hopping over the side, holding his body up with his leg. "I'll go down first and you'll follow after okay? If anything happens I'll catch you," he assures you, and your mind races with thoughts.

"You can't be serious," you say in disbelief. 

"I'm serious baby," he says before sliding down. You look over the side of the balcony to see him standing with a smile. "C'mon," he calls out, and your heart races. 

"No way, I can't do that!" You whisper yell to him. 

"Yes you can, I'll catch you," he extends his arms out and you take a deep breath. This is insane, insane, insane. You grab the rope and pull yourself over the side you inch your way down before slipping. You let go of the rope and scream before falling into Seonghwas arms. Your heart racing a mile a minute. You cling to him as you pant. You slowly calm down and look up at him. He looks down at you with a soft smile and endearing eyes. You cleared your throat and jumped out of his arms. You dusted yourself off and looked up at him. 

"Well, what did you want to talk about?" You cross your arms but he just takes your wrist in his hand. 

"We're still too close. Cmon I know a good spot," he takes your hand before leading you to a beach not far behind the castle. He sits down on the sand and you look down at him. He leaned back with his arms holding him up, the wind blowing through his hair. "That feeling. The wind in my hair, the clarity of the air, the smell of the ocean. That's what I live for," Seonghwa smiles before inhaling deeply. You sit down next to him as he basks in the moonlight. 

"Is that what you wanted to tell me?" You ask sarcastically and Seonghwa chuckles. 

"No, no. I just wanted to see you," he smiles at you and you scoff.

"All of this? To see me," you roll your eyes and look up at the stars.

"Do you know how to swim?" He asks abruptly.

"No. Women don't swim," you say as you look at the reflection of the moon on the water. 

"The women on my crew do," he smirks at you before standing up, suddenly undressing. 

"Oh god," you cover your eyes as you hear him take off his belt and vest.

"So dramatic," he rolls his eyes as he puts his hand on his hip. "You think I'm going to strip in front of you?" He chuckles before taking off his boots.

"Strip?" You ask confused by his choice of words.

"It means get naked," he scoffs before extending his hand out to you. You blush before taking his hand. He pulls you up and he looks you up and down. He then takes you to the shore. Your feet in the shallow water.

"It's cold!" You jumped and Seonghwa laughed. "Why are you doing this?!" You say as you pull your hand out of his.

"Because it's fun and you deserve to have fun," he says before pushing you into deeper water. 

"Wait! I can't swim!" You try to stop him from pushing you. 

"I'll hold you, don't worry," he says as he pulls you into his embrace. The water creeps up to your thighs as the waves gently push up against you. You put your hand down into the water and feel the cold wager tingle against your fingertips. "See. It's okay," he says as he holds you close. He treads a bit deeper into the water and you go with him, the water creeping up to your waist. "Now lift up your legs," he says with a smile.

"Why?" You ask confused.

"Just lift them and don't try to hold them up, like you're laying down. I'll hold you," he says as he holds your upper body. You lift up your legs and relax the muscles in your legs and you float a little. Your eyes widen. 

"What? This is crazy," you laugh as you watch your legs sway in the movement of the water. He then lets your body go and you stand up in the water again. You look up at him surprised as the water raises up to your chest, he holds your arms securing you from the waves. He looks up at the moon and your eyes follow. He pulls you close to his chest and you hear his heart racing. 

"Every night on my ship, when I look up I see this treasure," Seonghwa raises his hand up to the moon. His eyes flutter back down before noticing a glow coming from your chest. He looks down to see your necklace glowing as it moves with the waves. 

[artsygirl0315]

"Rescued Savior"

(A little response to @numbuh-72 's awesome lore into my AU! Love you, hun!)

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"What in th-?!"

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"You!.. You weren't even supposed to be out here! Don't you know how your leader might feel if he-"

"If he what?"

"Phoebe?.."

"You know.. I'm not a good person, Heck, I'm practically the worst I've ever been since this whole hellhole started! But.."

"If there's one thing I still know, No matter how impulsive, stupid, unstable and aggressive I may be now.. I never go back to what I promise.."

"And that was loyalty.. To my sector and to my friends.."

"So, I'm giving you to the count of 10 to leave and get lost before I blast you off the face of this earth!.."

"And THAT'S a promise.."

"Because if you still disregard my warnings, I'll make sure I'm the last thing you'll ever see once I'm done with you.."

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[I just couldn't help myself and had to gt to work on this as soon as my phone recharged!💙]

[guardian5tiger3]

Pick a Group Tarot Reading (general, what do you need to know?)

1. 2. 3.

Group 1 -

You guys need to know someone's getting karma. For some of you it's family, some of you some type of thief , maybe both. Something about someone cutting hair as a confirmation. Also corn? Flipping the script. Movies. Bacon. Someone's hand. A foul mouth or maybe someone says that. Something about a movie star or maybe you want to be one or that's what you should shoot for if you do , or that may be someone's destiny ?. I'm channeling someone's dog and the dog is really chubby and short. A lot of you might be falling in love, a few of you someone's falling in love with you, but if anything I see it being mutual. Some of you had your hearts broken not too long ago. Let that go , for that group, a few of you I still sense some resentment or something. Maybe they deserve it but they'll get karma trust. Even if you don't realize it's that serious. They're gonna get karma big or small. Your resentment is half intuitive , let the universe take that on though, you don't need to . The best revenge is to go be happy and fall for someone mutually who does deserve you, ok. I'm also seeing a lot about the fall . And snow. So those seasons are special somehow. Maybe next late fall is important . Someone's gonna move to a house at that time. I'm picking up on a lot about different new pets that you will consider family if you're the type to you will have a few new family members eventually. A new car. I keep picking up on work but I haven't got anything about that but it seems that that is probably how that's going to manifest. I'll keep in mind to do a career specific reading today or soon ! Keep in mind if this resonates it resonates, this reading got narrowed down a lot by the end of it. And the last part is only a confirmation for some few that it's genuinely reasonable, it will manifest for, and is only a confirmation to them to not worry and they will know who they are. Alright, there's a chance the person that you fall with is responsible for this! But you'll intuitively feel that if it's accurate. ;)

Group 2 -

You guys definitely need to relax, recharge , destress. Maybe you're forcing something somehow. When really you'll go way further with whatever it might be if you just take this time for yourself to do that okay. I know, I've been there, maybe even deal with myself refusing to chill out weekly lol. It's alright, I know it's difficult to surrender to the universe, especially when what you're going for you dont feel like you can relax until you've attained it. But it's seeming like relaxing is exactly how you're gonna get it when you hop back into this in whatever way, quickest and easiest. I know for example when I play video games for some reason if I take a few minutes to chill out and then get back to it I literally recharge and end up beating the level I was struggling on. This is a good time to focus on your own thoughts and mentalities and work with yourself. Trust me I know this might be frustrating for some of you cause.. it takes one to know one. Just try your best to chill ok. Go for some entertainment maybe. Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just lay in bed or take a hot a** shower... So maybe try to brainstorm/ remember something that genuinely mellows you out and you enjoy . Peace peace you guys. & Take care.

Group 3 -

I'm initially channeling a white dog, Also lightning and thunder. Forest animals. An owl. Butterflies. Flowers. Third eye. A crystal on a third eye? Some of you may be sad ... Could be something regarding a parent or parenting. A few of you few uncomfortable in your bodies but this is totally brainwash and you're beautiful and deep down you know that. Someone's kids have no filter and maybe are mean to them omg . You need to respect yourself for who you are. There's a masculine figure in your life yet or not, that loves you a lot and sees all beauty in you. And maybe because of how you feel you doubt them but you should listen to them if they say, they're telling the honest truth about how they feel and think. One of you there's a dude with anger issues that's not who I'm talking about violence is never acceptable he can go work out or something to get that out ok. Anyway I keep picking up that for a lot of you you should eat what you want. Something about cheese. Like if you're dealing with some eating stuff somehow for whatever reason I'm supposed to suggest to you to really taste your food, like ratatouille did if you ever saw that movie, and don't wait until you're starving to eat. Get snacks in too . Drink more liquids, if digestion is an issue ,try different drinks that might help and see what works. Someone has a kid in diapers don't smack your kid you don't need to hit someone for them to know. Or yell .You need to connect with them on a deeper level and communicate with them knowing they're smart and can grasp it, believe it or not, intellectually. Kids can teach you a lot, you have to be open to it, and open to trying different things. And if they don't know something yet, you must teach them. But for you, watch out, spirit sees you, learn more patience and become more conscious about this, one day your kid will grow up and have a mind completely of their own and they will judge you how they see fit. Anyway if you're a parent here, I assume a majority of you are, either way a young kid in your lives are here as teachers , and you should listen to them and take stuff in you might not notice if you're distracted or just looking at them like they're a young minded kiddo. Some of them are ancestors, one of you knows a kid and they are from somewhere off in space, that's how I saw that literally, a different star was their sun. This kid might seem spacey sometimes , they're wise. Very cool stuff. Also something about skateboarding. Maybe I should tell you , something about the concepts of being open minded, trying new things , breaking traditions, having fun and taking risks. Learning new philosophies. Libraries. Someone knows a older kid who plays Minecraft and Roblox. Some other games? That's a good kid and make sure you are a stable figure in their life and are there for them and a good example all the time, they look up to you and it seems like they need something from you. Pay attention!

[celerydays]

☁️ 2024 Artist Resolutions ☁️

Happy New Year, everyone! 🌻

Just sharing my annual artist resolutions (this is my 3rd year doing this, I think?):

colors & palettes: I would like to try and experiment more with color, including probably (re-)teaching myself color theory (and actually trying to understand it this time lol), working with more mindful color choices like limited palettes and overall trying to use color to make more visually interesting pieces.

video content: I actually really like the process filming and editing little progress/behind-the-scenes videos, but I didn't do much of that at all this year. I'd honestly like to go back to doing some of that again! Also I had a brief stint of streaming art on Twitch around this time a year ago and haven't gone back to it...still on the fence but I may revisit that as well this year.

comics: I've always enjoyed drawing silly little daily life comics and would like to continue with that, but 2023 made me realize how much I also enjoy creating more long-form webtoon and comic book-like pieces as well! I definitely want to explore and expand more upon that in 2024~

composition: I've been very lazy about composition! Going back to wanting to use color to create more visually interesting pieces, I'd also like to focus more on composition to do the same as well.

(soft) freelance: I used to have an online shop that I shut down almost 3 years ago now...I don't know what I feel brave enough to tackle this year in terms of being an independent artist outside of my day job; whether that's commissions, ko-fi/patreon, product design for a shop reopening or tabling at conventions, but I hope I'll figure it out and get over my hesitations about it...soon.

sketching & journaling: I really super-mega-absolutely neglected sketching and journaling for the entirety of 2023 which TRULY HURTS MY JOURNAL-LOVING HEART. I want to try some things to find a new system of sketch-journaling that fits my time and lifestyle better these days so I can incorporate that back into my life.

My previous artist resolutions from 2023 and 2022~

I think I only really got to two goals from my 2023 list; drawing more backgrounds and entering my 'villain era' by drawing more selfishly (though I'll be honest: I didn't expect that to manifest the way it did when I had written it out, but yeah okay, smutty art it is I suppose lmaooo)

We don't talk about 2022 lol.

Hope everyone is having a great start to the new year~ Relax! Rest! Recharge! And may we achieve all (or at least most of) our goals we're hoping to in 2024 💗

[oliversrarebooks]

The Fairy King and His Real Estate Agent: Smartphone

TW: possessiveness, boundary stomping, truth spell

Benjamin was utterly exhausted.

He'd dealt with particularly annoying clients today, clients who had hated every little superficial detail of every house he had shown them, from the color of accent walls to the knobs used on bathroom cabinets. The type of people who seemed to be violently allergic to anything with the slightest hint of character and whose favorite activity was complaining. 

The end of the day couldn't have come soon enough, and now he sat in his car, letting his song finish before going inside, gathering his thoughts. He'd have a quiet night, at least. A chance to recharge before dragging himself back into the office at 8am sharp tomorrow.

As he slammed his car door, he felt an all too familiar prickling at the back of his neck. Oh, no -- it had to be his imagination, because he was stressed and anxious, surely it wasn't --

"Honeybee!" called a cheerful voice from across the parking lot. "There you are! Finally!"

Benjamin turned to see a young-looking and beautiful man with fiery red hair and golden freckles scattered across his skin like stars. The local fairy king was standing in the middle of his apartment complex parking lot, a sight that no longer remotely surprised him.

Often, when Ember came to visit, he would make small concessions to blend in better with humans, wearing ordinary clothing and hiding his more otherworldly features. Today, he apparently hadn't bothered. He was wearing what could best be described as a floral loincloth, his bare chest was only concealed by a dozen strings of glass beads in every shape and color, and an elaborate flower crown topped his head, right above his pointed ears. He'd hidden his wings, but that was about all.

Sometimes, Benjamin was happy enough to see Ember, enjoying the attention and the flattery and the break from his mundane life. Tonight, he was in no mood to watch his words and appease the fae's capricious whims.

Not that he'd have much choice in the matter.

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" he demanded, still with a smile on his face.

"I've been working, Ember, you know that. I just got home."

"Ugh, I don't know how you can stand to ride around in a cold metal box," he said, wrinkling his nose at Benjamin's car.

Benjamin sighed. "Look, it's not that I'm not happy to see you --"

"Of course you are! Who wouldn't be?"

"-- but I've had a really long week at work, and I'm very tired, and this might not be the best night for you."

Ember put on his best kicked puppy look. "You haven't even heard why I'm here yet! This is a matter of the utmost importance. The future of my clan might be at stake."

"You said that last time, when you saw a person eating a fancy donut and decided you had to try one."

"How can you say that wasn't important? My well-being is also critical to the future of the clan."

"...Sure."

"But I mean it this time," Ember pressed, stepping close enough to Benjamin that he could smell flowers and earth. "I have something I desperately need to show you. I've even brought a gift to exchange for your help. I'll even pledge a favor to you."

"Well..." Apparently, this really was important to him. A favor owed by the fairy king wasn't something to take lightly.

"Three favors!"

"All right, all right!" When Ember was this determined, no human could stop him. "I'll hear you out. Can we at least go inside? We'll attract too much attention out here." He glanced over to a little old lady exiting her car, who was staring at Ember with a look of unmistakable thirst. She gave Benjamin a thumbs up. He groaned.

"Yes, yes, good thinking. My enemies could be everywhere," said Ember in a conspiratorial whisper. "See that bird?" 

"The black bird sitting on the wires over there? Is that one of your enemies?"

"No, of course not. That's just an ordinary bird. But it could be." He grabbed Benjamin by the wrist and began to pull him towards the building. "Come on, let's go."

Ember's enthusiasm waned as the two entered the elevator, the fairy nervously grabbing at Benjamin's arm. Another metal box. As Benjamin understood it, Ember had a higher tolerance to cold metal and human pollution than most of his kin, which was how he could stand to be here in the outskirts of the city at all, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.

As soon as Benjamin opened the door to his apartment, Ember flung himself at the pile of cushions that he'd built in the corner on a previous visit. He preferred the pile to the couch, which had the sheer audacity to contain metal springs. Benjamin had given up on dismantling it after each visit, another small concession to the fae invading his life.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Benjamin offered, despite knowing how critical Ember could be when it came to human food.

Ember was lounging on top of the assorted cushions as though it were his throne. "Do you have anything that doesn't taste like the parking lot smells? Or at least something that has a lot of sugar in it?"

"I have Coke, that's pretty much entirely sugar."

"I'll have that, then." He seemed to be vibrating with anticipation as Benjamin brought the glasses of Coke over and sat them down on the coffee table. He grabbed his glass and sipped, making a comically disgusted face. "Oh, this is absolutely vile!" he said, then took a much larger gulp. "Now, down to leaves and roots. I need to show you what I have."

"Shoot," said Benjamin, kicking back on the couch.

Ember made an elaborate hand gesture, and a flat, dark object appeared in his palm, wrapped in a leather case. "Behold!" he said gleefully. "I've acquired one of those glowing rectangles you humans love so much!"

"A smartphone?" asked Benjamin. "Where did you get that? You didn't steal it, did you?"

"Of course not!" he said, mildly offended. "I traded with a hiker who strayed into my territory. It was definitely a trade."

"And what did they trade the phone for?"

"A bunch of our finest carrots! We've had an excessive bounty this year."

"You're saying a person chose to trade their smartphone for a bunch of carrots?"

"Yes! Well, that and safe passage from my realm. Minor details."

Benjamin pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's technically kidnapping, you know. And extortion, I think."

"Nonsense. She made the deal, and I honored it. I didn't even try to take her name, and I had Echo see her back to her campsite. You know how responsible Echo is."

"Yes, but she made the deal under coercion when she didn't really have a choice."

"It's a better deal than when humans take our land and fill our rivers with oil. At least she got something in return for it." He glared, daring Benjamin to challenge him further.

Benjamin sat back. This argument wouldn't go anywhere good, and as tired as he was, he really didn't want to make his night worse by putting the fairy king in a bad mood. "All right, fine. You have a smartphone. What do you need me for?"

Cheer returned to Ember's face as quickly as it had left. "You have to show me how to use it, of course!" he said, pushing the phone into Benjamin's hands. "You told me before that you can get information from it, more information than is contained in all the human libraries put together. And you said you can communicate with it, faster than birdsong or even wind writing. I want to learn. You have to show me."

Benjamin touched the screen of the phone, confirming his suspicions. "Neither of us can use this phone, Ember. It's locked."

"It's locked? What do you mean?"

"You need a passcode," he said, holding up the screen. "Without it, you can't use it."

"Is it like a riddle? Is it something I can guess?"

"It's a six digit number, and it'll probably wipe itself if you guess wrong too many times, so..."

"So it's impossible, then." Ember crossed his arms and flopped back into the cushions in a huff. "Tricky, diabolical humans! Next time I trade for a phone, I'll have to make sure to get the passcode, too."

"...Taking phones from humans isn't really the same thing as humans taking your land, you know," he said, unable to stop himself from opening his big mouth and picking the fight he didn't actually want. "A lot of us rely on our phones to navigate and communicate. A person could get in real trouble out in the woods with no phone."

Ember was having none of it. "The future of my clan is more important than the well-being of one human. Mastering the phone could give me a big advantage over my rival clans, one they'll never see coming. Besides," he said, leaning in closer. "it'd make talking to you so much easier, wouldn't it?"

Benjamin's breath caught as he thought of Ember actually learning to use a phone. On the one hand, there might be less surprises; on the other hand, he'd no doubt use it to accost Benjamin day and night. He decided to skip the subject. "Sorry I couldn't help you out with it. You know, you don't owe me a gift or any favors, since I couldn't actually unlock the phone."

"No, I intend to pay what I promised." Ember's eyes flashed with danger, and Benjamin realized too late he had implied that the fairy king might not make good on a debt. "I asked for your help, and you gave me the truth. I can tell you did. So I owe you for the service, even if the result was disappointing."

"Right."

"I haven't given you your gift yet," he said, and with a flourish, he was holding a bunch of carrots. 

Of course. He should have seen that coming.

He knew from experience that the carrots would probably taste better than any produce he'd ever get from the grocery store or even a farmer's market. He also knew that they'd be laced with magic. Mildly addictive at least, with a high potential for odd side effects, and the more you ate, the more you'd be bound to the faefolk.

"You know how I feel about fae food," Benjamin said.

"And you know how I feel about humans rejecting my gifts," Ember countered. "Besides, carrots are good for you! Why not just eat them?"

"You know why. The food binds humans to the fae realm."

Ember scoffed. "The magic is far less potent in the middle of the humans' domain. It'll hardly do a thing. Besides, would that be so bad, to be bound to my realm instead of this one? I know you enjoy your time there. Don't pretend you don't."

It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about it.

It wasn't as though he didn't think about it a dozen times even on good days, every day since his kidnapping and brief captivity by Ember's clan. He'd think about it when he dragged himself out of bed to go to work each morning. He'd think about it when he was stuck in traffic. He'd think about it when some client acted like they would die if they bought a home with an insufficiently large kitchen island.

He'd close his eyes and remember laying back in the soft grass of a forest clearing and looking up at the stars, bathing perfectly clear and crisp water, adorning his hair with flowers, being pulled into a dance in a field at midnight. How Ember had laughed, how warm his hands were, the mesmerizing glint of his wings.

He wanted it.

But he knew it would be fleeting. Surely a fairy king wouldn't remain interested in him for long. Ember would get bored of him and he'd be nothing more than a discarded toy -- or worse, pressed into servitude for his clan. And Benjamin had put so much effort, so many grueling hours, into building the life he had. He couldn't trade something so important for a bunch of carrots.

"I don't want to regret it," he said simply.

Ember was not impressed. "Humans like you are always thinking about regrets, like you can see the future, when you don't even have proper soothsayers," he scoffed. "I don't worry about regrets, because I already know I'm doomed."

Benjamin knew exactly what he was talking about. When Ember had first taken the throne many decades ago, a revered soothsayer of his folk had come to the coronation. She'd predicted wealth and prosperity, a great bounty preceding the inevitable, slow decline of all of fae kind -- an event they called the Long Winter. Ember was supposed to be the last of his line, and despite his outward frivolity, Benjamin knew it weighed heavily on him.

"You're doomed, too, you know," Ember added.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Benjamin, wondering if it was an uncharacteristically naked threat.

"You're mortal, aren't you? All mortals are doomed. Condemned to die on the day you're born," he said, as casually as if he were discussing the weather. "You're like a cherry blossom, or a wave crashing against the shore, only existing for a brief moment. A brief moment you could be spending with me, in my realm, before it's too diminished for even humans to enjoy."

Benjamin wanted it.

"I can't," he said.

"Don't lie to me, Bee. I don't lie to you," he said. "You can. But you won't."

"I won't, then," said Benjamin.

For a moment, the tension and silence between them was thick enough that Benjamin could feel the magic crackling off of him. And then it passed.

"You should at least eat the carrots," said Ember. "They'll help with your eyesight, since you clearly can't tell how beautiful I am. If you admired me properly, you couldn't possibly resist."

"This has nothing to do with finding you beautiful," Benjamin protested.

Ember grinned, and in a split second, he was in Benjamin's personal space, practically pinning him against the couch. "So then you do find me beautiful. As you very well should."

Benjamin's face heated as he tried to think of a response that didn't make him sound like a flustered mess. Ember decided to make the problem worse by running his fingers through Benjamin's hair and down his jawline, his touch delicate.

"You're tired, aren't you," he said, tracing his thumbs under Benjamin's weary eyes.

No point in denying that. "Yeah."

"I owe you three favors. Cash one in, and I can take your fatigue away, at least for a little while."

Benjamin couldn't help but lean into the soft touch, his affection starved body soaking it up. Ember had caught his weakness, and he knew it, too, his eyes bright, his grin growing wider and wickeder. 

"Look, Ember, I don't want to do anything too..."

"Oh, don't worry, human, I won't violate your precious integrity," he said. "And I won't take you away from here. I'll just massage your shoulders, to relieve the tension." Ember rubbed at Benjamin's scalp to demonstrate, and it felt divine.

"A massage and that's all?" said Benjamin, resolve crumbling.

"A massage and the pleasure of my company."

"Okay." 

He really was doomed. Ember was right about that, as he was far too often.

Faefolk were far more casually intimate with each other than humans on the whole were. That was something Benjamin had observed when he'd been captured by them. They freely touched, danced, cuddled, and caressed each other, and even characteristically slept in large piles. This knowledge was also what shielded Benjamin's psyche from acknowledging how close he'd become to the fairy king.

Sure, they'd exchanged gifts, and he'd taken Ember on outings that one could reasonably consider to be dates, and they were intimate in ways that Benjamin normally wouldn't allow outside of a romantic partner...

...but Ember would discard him any minute now, he was sure. And getting so attached to a fairy king was a terrible idea, as anyone with sense would remind him. And a million other good reasons he had that were suddenly hard to remember when Ember was trying to charm him.

"Off with that terrible shirt, Honeybee." Ember's nimble fingers were working the buttons with the speed of a hummingbird's wings.

"I don't think this shirt is terrible. I like it, actually," said Benjamin, allowing it to happen.

"It's scratchy, and it's full of nasty chemicals. There's even long-dead creatures in it, somehow! I can't believe this is what passes for clothing among humans."

Benjamin shrugged the shirt off his shoulders. "Better or worse than the soda?"

"Terrible in different ways," said Ember. 

Benjamin might have asked him to elaborate, but Ember's hands had found his shoulders, and he was flooded with endorphins as his skilled touch worked the knots around his neck. His mind went hazy with the pleasure, and suddenly he was quite content with the fact that Ember had visited instead of having a quiet night to himself.

The beads around Ember's neck clicked softly as he worked. "In my opinion, there's no reason you should be wearing a shirt at all."

"I don't think my clients would appreciate that."

"Clearly they don't appreciate art, then."

"Oh, they really don't."

Benjamin sank in bliss as Ember worked around his spine, nimble and warm like sunbeams. He couldn't help but relax into it, his tired eyes blinking slowly and his head swimming. He could feel gentle fingers trace symbols along his back, and he suspected Ember was casting some kind of spell on him, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care. Ember murmured a few words in his native language, which always sounded more like a song than words. So easy to float away on, filling his head with the smell of the forest after a rainstorm and the feel of soft clover under his feet.

"So, honeybee," said Ember, his voice low in Benjamin's ear, "tell me the real reason you continue to spurn my affections."

"I'm scared." The words tumbled out of his mouth without Benjamin's input. A truth spell. So that's what it was. "I'm scared that none of this is real. That I'm a toy that you'll abandon someday."

Ember's finger traced down his spine, making him shiver. "Bold words, considering how notoriously fickle mortals can be. But go on, do."

He couldn't stop himself. "I'm scared... because I always do the responsible thing. Take a job I hate to make money. Work long hours to get promoted. Buy a sensible car and live in a modest apartment. Forget about my art. Survive," he said. "I don't just do things because I want them."

Ember's finger traced a lazy circle on his lower back. "But you do want."

Benjamin could only barely choke back the impulsive thing that rose in his throat, the tide of need. "I think you know," he said. "I just don't want to be hurt."

"Your regrets will also hurt," said Ember. "You don't think it will hurt when age claims you, when your fire has been extinguished, when you remember a summer that will never come again, and recall all the things you wanted to do but didn't?"

It was hard to imagine. All his anxious mind could see was a near future where he'd made some fatal mistake, done everything wrong, ruined the life he'd spent so much time and effort and blood and tears building. He'd spent so much time escaping from his family that even now, he barely bothered to look at what was on the other side of the prison. Not being in prison was enough.

Ember couldn't be more different. He had the love and respect of his people, a world filled with beauty and creativity and debauchery and joy. He was always looking to drink in as much of it as possible, as though pleasure now could stave off the inevitable doom.

Maybe it could, and he just couldn't bring himself to reach out and claim it.

"I can't," he said.

"Lying, again? Even now?"

"I'm not lying. I can't," said Benjamin. "I can't -- yet."

"Yet."

"Yet." He knew what it meant  to speak that word to a fairy king for whom words were both law and currency. It was a promise, one that Ember would certainly hold him to.

Ember leaned over, resting his cheek on Benjamin's shoulder. "What are the conditions, then?"

"Time."

"A valuable thing. A steep price to pay. What do I get in return, if I give you time?"

Benjamin should have been expecting this, but in the haze of endorphins brought on by the massage and Ember's magic, his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders. What was something the fae wanted that wasn't him? 

"A phone," he blurted. "I can get you your own phone, set it up to work for you."

Ember sat up, clearly interested. "I do want that. You know where I can procure one?"

"Well, the phone store..."

"You'll take me to the phone store, and negotiate with the humans there for a phone I can use?" he said, eyes shining. "And in exchange, I give you time?  Time for me to pursue you? Time for your obvious desire for me to grow to unbearable levels?"

Benjamin swallowed hard, every alarm bell ringing. "Well, I --"

Ember pulled him backwards into an embrace, warm hands against his chest and lips tickling his ear. "I accept your offer."

It was increasingly difficult to think with Ember's flirtations, and Benjamin was still uncertain about what did and did not count as binding when it came to the faefolk, but he was reasonably sure he'd locked himself into this the moment he'd offered the phone. "All right," he said. "Meet me here at noon Saturday." He could hear Ember's frown, and immediately amended. "Meet me in two sunrises, when the sun is high overhead."

"I'll be there. I won't forget," he said. "And you'll keep your promise as well."

"Of course."

"So reliable. That's one of the reasons you'd make a most excellent consort, you know. You could make all the schedules and lists and plans you want, but instead of doing it in an office, you could do it entangled in flowers at my feet."

"And then I could watch as you gleefully tear the schedules and lists and plans up."

His laugh was like bells. "You understand perfectly," he said, falling over into Benjamin's lap. "But in truth, the harvest preparations are weighing heavily on my mind. It takes so much time, time that could be better spent charming you, or at least creating our matching outfits for the harvest ball."

Benjamin sighed. "I'm sorry, Ember, I don't really have time for -- did you just say matching outfits?"

"Yes, they're going to be splendid! I've been gathering the finest of the sunflowers and fallen leaves. I'll even make sure your nether regions are covered, since I know that's important to your kind for some reason."

"I -- don't --" Any relaxation from Ember's shoulder rub had gone. "I didn't agree to this. This is the first time you've brought this up. You didn't even invite me."

"Oh, yes. The harvest ball will occur half a moon from the moment when the roundest pumpkin will be plucked, and you must attend."

"How the hell am I supposed to know when -- never mind, it doesn't matter, because I definitely did not agree to this."

"Don't worry! You'll be there." Ember's eyes sparkled.

"That is not what I'm worried about. You can't just decide things like that for me"

"I haven't decided anything! I just know that you're going to be there," he said, sitting up. "Anyway, it's getting dark. I had better return to my crucially important duties before I'm missed. We're spinning spider's webs tonight, and if they aren't dyed exactly the right shades of violet, my subjects' clothes will be drab and disappointing."

"That sounds like a real emergency."

"Yes, you understand," said Ember with the utmost seriousness as he opened the window and made a low, haunting bird call. "I'll see you at the phone store, my honeybee. I'll bring the finest of the early harvest flowers and fruits to negotiate with."

"That really won't be necessary. Or helpful." 

But Ember wasn't listening, because a mourning dove had answered his call. He turned and winked at Benjamin, and in a flash he was a few inches tall and on the back of the bird. Benjamin went to the window and watched as he flew into the sunset, and then flopped back down onto his couch.

He'd agreed to take Ember to the phone store. What had he been thinking? The answer was that he wasn't, that whatever whammy Ember had cast on him had diminished his better judgement. He should've just offered to buy Ember a phone from the internet to stop him from kidnapping hikers, but no. Now he was committed, and going back on a promise to the fairy king was an even worse idea than taking him to a store.

Benjamin's gaze traveled to the carrots sitting on the table. He shouldn't. He knew he was already starting to get addicted to the food of the fae realm, and the harvest ball would only make that worse -- because he already knew in his heart he'd end up going. All the more reason not to touch them, to throw them out.

But it'd been a long day.

He picked up a carrot and ate it without even washing or skinning it. It was more delicious than it had any right to be.

Masterlist

There will likely be more of these two when I get my ideas together for them! Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 25/? Billy Butcher fic

Hello my loves! Some good news - I've been doing well with writing this past week! Billy has been so cooperative! ;) So lots more content coming. I also received an anonymous ask and I will work on that to the best of my ability as soon as I'm able! (I don't think I'm very good at asks but I do love to try so I'll do my best, dea reader!)

Thank you so so so much for still reading ♥ Please leave a comment if you're able!

Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Chapter 25

MM and Addison decided immediately that they would take the cunt in as soon as his friend left. Butcher probably would’ve stormed in on the spot, but Addison didn’t care for collateral damage.

Frenchie showed up 10 minutes later; it must’ve been him calling Butcher, and he went to sit in the front of the van with Butcher while Addi and MM stayed in the back.

Addison moved her chair to the side and took a deep breath, leaning back and closing her eyes, trying to recharge her energy. She felt like she was absolutely empty inside. She dropped her head back letting it thud against the metal side of the van. She wanted to search for Butcher’s heartbeat, and she finally gave in and let herself listen for one moment before she stopped again. It felt like some kind of invasion when he was angry with her.

What was she going to do?

The more Addi imagined being without him, the more she knew she couldn’t. But she couldn’t stop exploring her powers either. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to help people. She wanted to be able to protect herself and the people she loved. She knew her own heart, and she knew this was what she was meant to do.

The sound of the apartment door slamming over the speaker from inside startled her awake and she realized she must’ve been dozing. Fuck.

Addison forced herself to stand to get her blood flowing and MM pushed open the slat separating the front of the van from the back. “Five minutes,” he said shortly.

Addison pulled her tactical vest on - no sense in pissing Billy off even more right now - and checked her gun.

MM nodded at her and Billy swung the back door to the van open from outside, his duster billowing a bit behind him. “Let’s get that fucker,” Addison muttered as her and MM jumped out.

It was almost 3am and they were already parked next to the back alleyway, so it was easy to get in a back door undetected.

They made their way to his apartment in silence, Addison listening and checking each stairwell and hallway each time they came to a corner or door.

Frenchie knelt to pick the lock to the door, but Addison couldn’t shake the agitation simmering in her blood. The tension she could feel rolling off of Butcher didn’t help either. After a moment she took a breath and nudged Frenchie with her knee. She jerked her head for him to move back as if she had heard something from inside. But the second he leaned away she shifted and kicked her foot straight through the door knob, splintering the door open and knocking it half off its hinges. She didn’t turn around to watch the boys exchange looks.

A yelp came from inside when she kicked the door in and Addison zeroed straight in on the bastard, gun drawn. She found him in the bedroom, cowered on the floor, his eyes wide as he looked up when she entered.

“F - fuck…Addison…I -“

“Shut the fuck up, Andrews. Got bored waiting for you to get your shit together, so I decided to come to you.”

“Y-you know me?” he stuttered, his glasses sitting askew on his nose.

Addison narrowed her eyes. “You aren’t worth knowing. But yeah it catches my attention when someone tries to have me killed. Even losers like you.”

“I-I didn’t…I didn’t do any…”

Addison cocked her gun. “Tell me who you’re working for.”

“I don’t know!”

“Oi,” Butcher growled from behind her. “Cut off ‘is finger. We’ll chop ‘em one by one ‘til you remember. And after the fingers we’ll start pluckin’ your eyeballs out, savvy?” Addison didn’t have to look back to picture his wicked grin. He was in a dark mood.

MM stepped forward on cue, flipping his switch knife open.

“You can’t do that!” Andrews’ voice cracked.

“I guarantee you I can. I don’t give a fuck ‘bout any rules.” Butcher kept on merrily. “You wanna know how long I spent torturing cunts like you at gitmo? The stuff I got up to there.” He shook his head with a tsk . “Fuckin’ diabolical.”

“Please! P-please don’t torture me. I don’t know who he is o-okay! Some - some kind of business man. Rich. A-and and he said h-he had connections. He said he’d kill my parents.” 

“He threatened you?” Addison asked. “He didn’t pay you?”

“Well…” he swallowed. “He paid me too but -”

Butcher growled, taking a heavy step toward him and he yelped again, but MM held his arm out. “You better start talking,” he warned.

Andrews nodded emphatically. “Okay, okay. At first he just wanted to kill her. Something q-quick. I think he thought it would be easy. He - paid me and said he needed information. At first he said,” he glanced toward Addison, “he said you were a criminal, and he was black ops to take you out. But after the attempt failed he-he decided he wanted something bigger. He went crazy. He stopped pretending it was professional and…and…when I said I wanted out that’s when he threatened…threatened…” he looked at Addison again. “And he said he wanted to watch you suffer.”

“Why her?” Billy growled, grabbing his collar. “Why Addison?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! He didn’t tell me anything. Just, I know, something personal. He wanted to hurt her because of something someone did to him. That’s all I know!”

“Why don’t I believe ya, ya cunt,” Billy fisted his hand tighter on his shirt, hauling him up.

“He knows about the safe house,” Andrews spluttered. 

“What else?”

“That’s it — I swear. His number’s always blocked.”

Butcher dropped him to the ground. “Secure ‘im,” he growled at Frenchie and MM and they pulled out their zip ties while Addison kept her gun trained on him. 

“We’ll drag him in and bug his phone,” Billy picked up the guy’s cell from the nightstand, then turned, stalking out of the apartment, leaving Addison to call for a team to come pick the asshole up. 

Light was just beginning to rim the horizon when Billy watched Addison finally make her way out of the building again. She paused on the sidewalk, watching Andrews being shoved into an unmarked car by the agent that had come to pick him up before she turned and caught sight of Billy.

He was next to the van, another cigarette between his fingers. He didn’t care to bother with the formalities of searching for evidence and reading cunts their rights and all so he let her handle it. She glanced at his cigarette like she was dying for a drag, she hadn’t had one in weeks, but he was already flicking it to the cement when he saw her come toward him.

Addison chewed her lip as she stopped a few feet in front of him before she spoke. “I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she murmured quietly, looking up into his eyes. “In the van, before. I didn’t mean to,” she sighed. “I’m exhausted.” He didn’t answer right away, he couldn’t think what to say, then she spoke again. “I’m going home.” Her eyes were shadowed and tired, dark circles marring her light skin. “Alone.”

He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “Like hell you’re goin' home alone,” he growled before he could think better if it.

Addison shook her head and he didn’t miss the tears welling in her eyes. “I need a fucking break, Billy. Look…” she paused, rubbing at her forehead. “You have me on ‘find my friends’ don’t you? Just keep checking it.”

“Oy, or maybe you’re just sayin’ that because you’d prefer me outta the way and MM in your bed instead.”

“What a fucking stupid thing to say, Billy.” Addison started to break down, her eyes going dead and cold.

“Stupid, eh? I’m not the one riskin' me bleedin’ life for no goddamn good reason.”

“I’m just trying to get through each day right now,” she threw her hands down, tears starting to spill now. She held her breath, glaring at him, trying to keep from crying more, he knew, but he couldn’t fight the desperation building inside him.

“And you aren’t helping,” she bit out.

“Who is helpin'?! MM?” he snarled. He knew it wasn’t true, he knew it was absolutely fucking bonkers but he couldn’t stop himself from saying it, to goad her into fighting. If she was fighting, she was staying. 

“Billy fucking stop,” she said desperately. “You know you’re the only person in my entire life I’ve ever -,” she stopped and swallowed. “I’ve ever - cared for. I’m yours. But what about me? What am I? I’ll be competing with Becca until the day I die.”

“Excuse me if I’d rather that day come a little later rather than sooner, eh? And I’ve never put that on you,” he pointed his finger at her. “That’s not fuckin’ square. I never compared ya to her.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty damn certain I’ll always be second.”

“In case ya forgot, she’s dead, Addison. So I fail to see how I can compare ya. Where the fuck is this even comin’ from?” he shouted.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks now and he felt like his chest was ripping apart. She looked more exhausted than he ever imagined a person could be. Steel and shouting he could handle. He knew how to fight. But this...he didn’t know what to do but he didn’t want her to leave. 

“I can’t do it,” she said hopelessly. “I can’t be everything and fix everything and be good at my job, and make you happy and accomplish everything I want to do. I’m not perfect. I’m a fucking mess. She’s a goddess to you. I can’t be - her,” Addi waved her hand uselessly in the air. 

Billy swallowed thickly. It wasn’t true, but how did he explain it? “Then be different,” he finally said, a little desperately, his voice impossibly low. “Don’t leave. Don’t leave now. Let me take care of you.”

But this time he could see her shutting down, closing up.

She took a breath and closed her eyes before she looked at him again. “It’s too much. I can’t.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks but she forced herself to compose her expression, to steady her voice. 

Billy cursed, turning away and slamming his fist into the side of the van.

“I’ll be at my apartment,” she said quietly to his back. “I won’t go anywhere else. I promise.” He heard her take a breath and sniffle. “I am different,” she murmured. “I’m different because I’m telling you right now. I’m not disappearing on you, I won’t. But please Billy. I just need a minute to breathe.”

He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t watch her go. 

As soon as she was gone, Billy stalked to his car, flinging the door open, but MM stopped him with a hard hand on his shoulder.

“I know what you’re thinkin’ Butcher, and ya can’t do it. If you sit outside her place, she’ll know.” MM pressed his hand to Billy’s chest, leveling him with a cold stare. “Go home.”

Billy started to argue, but MM stopped him. “If you respect her, if you want to keep her, you’ll let her go. You might be right, Butcher. But it’s her decision to make.”

Billy finally nodded, feeling absolutely sick, but he knew MM was right. 

As soon as he got home, he was checking his app every 10 minutes like a fucking lunatic and he loathed it. He needed her in his arms, soft and safe, pressed against him. Listening to his heartbeat. There was this little sound she made when she did it and when he heard it he knew they were both okay. 

He checked again. Still there. Still at her apartment. Alone. He stayed up all night and all the next day, driving himself insane. He finally had to admit to himself that she was probably fine and maybe she had been right all along.

Billy finally passed out late in the afternoon on the couch with his phone in his hand.

When he woke up, it was to a start. He couldn’t find his cell at first and he searched frantically until he spotted it on the floor. He grabbed it, thumbing it on and opening the app. The little circle spun, loading, mocking him and with each passing second his heart beat harder. 

Loading...

Loading...

Addison Caldwell

No location found.

He swore, checking his signal, closing out the app and opening it again desperately. 

Loading...

Loading...

Addison Caldwell

No location found. 

*.*.*

Chapter 26

Who do you think the big bad is?? Up next: you in danger, girl. If you have time, a little comment would make my whole year! Thank you! ♥

[softpine]

i definitely think i'll be posting more random frozen pines stuff on ao3!! i have a ton of unfinished little things i don't know what to do with, i guess i should start throwing them on there for funsies. i'm not sure if i'll ever write more for the until dawn au because i'm pretty satisfied with where i left it, but i will 100000% be posting some random things from my zombie apocalypse au (which will hopefully scratch the same survival story itch) 💖

also it's really funny to call it fanfic sjfkjsd it does feel like i'm writing fanfic for my own story sometimes, like wait hold on are we allowed to see inside elaine's brain like this

anon hate was sooo par for the course back then, it's gotten way better in the past few years but i think everyone got it back in the day. i tried not to let it get to me, but when it was hitting at something really personal to me, it was harder to ignore. but it's all good!! i'm still here!! i've learned to never change a character's personality/story arc to make other people happy! thank you so much for the kind words 💖

stevie and jada have to work weekends now so they don't do much other than that :/ and elaine would've had to the do the same, except she got injured right before starting her new job. asa always spends the weekend recharging in the woods after a long week of school. casper is blackout drunk from 6 pm on thursdays to 8 am mondays. coco has to work :/ beth has to work (part time ballet instructor) :/ um caroline uses weekends to sort her life out lmao that's when she finally does all the laundry and dishes that piled up all week because everyone is so busy right now. danny is on tour so his weekends are just as unpredictable as his weekdays. and mikaela has to work :/ THIS ECONOMY SUCKS MAN fjksjds

THANK YOUUUUU 💖💖💖 i can't think about the passage of time or i'll freak out but this is really sweet and i appreciate you still checking in, thank you thank you 💗

I LOOOOVE AMANDA !! my girl mandy 💖💖💖 i've actually seen a lot of the saw movies in bits and pieces at friends parties i just hadn't sat down and watched all of them myself. but yeah i already love her!! and i will soon (naturally i got distracted when i said i was going to watch saw 3 fjksjds but eventually)

oh noo i hate when this stuff happens 😭 without the instructions, i would have no idea how to upload it for you or even where to find the files on my computer lol. i'm sorry :(( but i googled pskx importer and some newer ones came up, maybe you could give those a shot? this one in particular looks promising!

@alltimefail thank you for thinking of me 🥺💖💖

@acuar-io ahhh the same goes to you!! 💖💞

[cosmic-kinglet]

Alright, I have more of semi-cured Ruin and Eclipse! Just a heads-up: while this scenario aligns with the canon-adjacent story I've been putting together, it really isn't meant to be part of that story. Think of this more as a potential bad ending for Eclipse.

Also, this little but of writing is incredibly self-indulgent and crafted entirely for myself. So, if you begin reading this and find it's not something you want to keep reading, that is completely fine.

It had been just over a month since his so-called 'partnership' with Ruin had officially begun, and Eclipse was nearing the end of his rope. There was nothing he hated more than being beneath someone else and ordered around. Even though he and Ruin shared a similar goal, Eclipse was beginning to think that goal might not be worth being someone else's errand boy. It was bad enough that he was forced to work with Moon and the goody-two-shoes version of himself. He decided it was time to give Ruin a piece of his mind.

     Eclipse found Ruin out in the West Arcade. Crap. Ruin might not be the one out right now. Before he could decide what to do, he was spotted.

     "Eclipse?" called out a timid voice.

     Great. Eclipse turned to walk away, knowing bringing up his grievances right now would do more harm than good. He was chased by that same soft voice.

     "Eclipse, wait! What are you doing here?"

     Eclipse continued trying to leave, but he soon felt a hand on his shoulder.

     "Eclipse. Please wait."

     A groan escaped his voice box, and Eclipse turned toward Ruin Eclipse.

     "You-you seemed lost." Ruin Eclipse began, "Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you looking for someone? I think Moon is in his room, and Solar is in the theater-"

     "I don't care where those idiots are." Eclipse sighed. "I was looking for someone, but they don't seem to be here. So," his tone became bitter, "if you don't mind, I'll be going back to my holding cell."

     As Eclipse once again started to walk away, Ruin Eclipse called out after him, "Are you quite sure there's nothing I can do?"

     "Believe me. There's nothing I want from you!" Eclipse growled.

     With that, a saddened Ruin Eclipse was left standing in the arcade, and Eclipse just hoped that the one he actually wanted to speak with would emerge soon.

     Several hours passed, and Eclipse was in the middle of charging. Things had been calm enough, but then he felt a pair of eyes burning into him. Suddenly alert, his eyes snapped open to reveal heterochromic eyes locked onto his own. Despite himself, Eclipse felt a jolt of surprise run through his body.

     The animatronic in front of him chuckled. "Oh dear! Did I frighten you, dear Eclipse?"

     Upon finding his metaphorical breath again, Eclipse groaned. "Ruin. Why am I even surprised to find you hovering over me as I recharge?"

     "Ah! Well, see, I seem to have some inkling that you wished to speak with me earlier." Ruin somehow leaned in even closer to Eclipse. "Did you miss me that much?"

     Eclipse scoffed, "You wish. No. Actually, I had something important to discuss with you.

     "Oh?" Ruin stood to his full height. "And what might that be? Go on! I'm all ears." Ruin's tone darkened as he spoke. Eclipse knew Ruin well enough at this point to know that Ruin could tell Eclipse was not content with something.

     "I know we have similar goals, and I have very little choice but to work with you, but I'm sick of being number two." Eclipse, despite still being connected to an outlet, took a step toward Ruin. "I don't like being ordered around, and I'm getting fed up with all of your stupid antics. Your theatrics, your games; I've had enough of it! I'm working with Moon because I have a bomb in my head! But you...I have nothing that's forcing me to work with you, let alone for you.

     There was silence. Then laughter.

     Ruin laughed harder than Eclipse had ever heard him laugh before. It was horrifying.

     He carried on laughing as he spoke, "You really believe that nothing of the sort exists?! That I thought you would just willingly work for me?!" More laughter followed.

     Eclipse was trembling. What did he mean? What did Ruin put in him?

     When Ruin finally composed himself, he opened the panel on his arm and pressed a button. Within seconds, a barrage of colors overlayed Eclipse's vision. He could still see Ruin standing in front of him, but the flashing colors were already overwhelming his mind. He attempted to close his eyes, but the colors were still there. He couldn't escape.

     "You see," Ruin spoke, his voice seeming to echo inside Eclipse's head, "I knew you wouldn't be complacent to do things for me forever. Being quite honest, I didn't think you'd go along with it for even this long. So, some time ago, I slipped a little something into your systems." Eclipse watched as Ruin approached, still tinted by the strobing colors, and placed a hand on the side of Eclipse's faceplate. "Oh, don't worry," Ruin cooed, "it's just a little protocol to make you less resistant."

     Just as Ruin said this, Eclipse began to feel impulses coursing through his body. Despite how afraid he was, these impulses caused his gears to halt. His limbs began to feel numb. His head seemed to fill with a fuzzy haze, both from the relaxing impulses and from the onslaught of colors. The colors were too much to focus on anything else. Only the colors. Only the colors and Ruin. Body relaxing. The colors and Ruin. The colors and Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin. Relaxed. Ruin.

     Ruin watched Eclipse fall victim to his hypnotic plan B. Eclipse's body began to sway as it relaxed. His pupils were flickering. He was nearly gone.

     "Oh~, look at you," Ruin began, still holding a hand on Eclipse's faceplate, "you didn't last long at all." He began stroking the back of Eclipse's head, trying to increase the intensity of the impulses. "Soon enough, my friend, you will do anything I tell you to do."

     Eclipse could feel his consciousness fading. All that was left were the colors and Ruin. He would listen to Ruin. He had to listen to Ruin. He wanted to listen to Ruin. Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Listen to Ruin.

     Obey Ruin.

     Eclipse was all but powered off. He had fallen into Ruin's arms. His pupil LEDs were off. Ruin gazed at the limp animatronic and laughed to himself again.

     When Eclipse powered back on, the impulses were still running all throughout his body, but the colors had become a slow spiral, swirling endlessly. And just behind the spiral was Ruin.

     "Eclipse," Ruin spoke with a firm tone, "do you register my voice?"

     "Yes, Ruin." The words left Eclipse's voice box without a single thought.

     "Who do you listen to?"

     "You, Ruin."

     "Who do you obey?"

     "You, Ruin."

     Ruin's plastered grin made its way into his voice, "Wonderful."

[crawlthesky]

i took a break for the remainder of august + all of september to kind of recharge from the digimon screencap marathon i put myself through, but now it's time to dive back into screencap hell.

this is a lot of rambly nonsense that's really only relevant/important to me, so i'm shoving it under a read more lol

unfortunately i don't have any other digimon projects to work on for the time being, but i do have, uh, plenty of other stuff i've let pile up over the years so. i'm gonna start slowly trying to tackle those.

and i kind of liked the check-in progress posts?? it feels like it kept me more focused on actually trying to make progress than if i just wrote out a schedule in notepad or something. like obviously i'm not obligated to do any of this - it's strictly a 'for fun' thing for me!! - but. it definitely made me want to actually work more than any other methods i've tried so far. i don't think i'll do weekly posts like i did for digimon, but maybe an end of the month check-in at least...? idk we'll see.

but the digimon project was also, uh, very ambitious. and i definitely do not want to put myself through anything like that again anytime soon. so after some plotting and shuffling things around, i think in the end i'm gonna go with something like:

screencap 12 episodes a month (3 per week)

organize 24 episodes a month (6 per week)

which, from past experience, is pretty doable, even with minimum free time? it's a decent little amount of progress every month without becoming too overwhelming. and if i make sure it's two separate projects (screencap [x] series, but organize [y] series), i shouldn't get sick of working on things nearly as quickly.

plus, like, it's not a hard limit. i can always work on more episodes if i find myself hitting the goal early or something. so! we'll see how this treats me for the final three months of the year and if needed, i'll either adjust it or maybe even drop it entirely by 2025. who knows!

all that being said, it is october 1st. so that means time to figure out what the hell i'm gonna start working on this month. see you on halloween with some kind of update, i guess!!!

[madebysimblr]

hiatus time babey

Wow! The end of Sorella's teen years are finally here! In October 2021 I decided to take a break from the main Cortes Legacy and do a side story that I thought would only take me a month to finish. Anyway I finished that in March of 2023, and in the interim I've had Sorella's teen story on my mind. I''m glad to finish it!!

SO WHAT'S NEXT!?

Well first off, I want to take a bit of a break. Recharge the simblring batteries. So my intention is to take the rest of January off :) However in that time I will be doing a few things simblr adjacent here are my hopes:

Update the Family Trees! this is a fun activity for me so I should get this done on an off day :)

Resume work on my legacy map. I started painting one earlier this year, and stopped when a new world was announced. I want a good visual map for the way my sims 4 worlds are set up in me head!!

Character Pages. Since my legacy is turning 7 years old (holy shit) next year, it's a bit long. And I'd love to have generation specific character pages so new people don't have to start from the beginning. There's a lot of lore.

Probably Release Some Poses! I have 200 odd poses I made for Sorella's teenage years, and I know there are some useful ones. I'll try to sift thru them soon and package a few accordingly :3

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I have an idea for another 'side story' that I'd like to do. Which will probably be what I come back with, and then it's back to following Sorella. She's in the city, she's doing what she loves, and it should be a BLAST! And there are more musicals she is destined to be in 👀

And on a kinda sappy note, for a long time this side blog has been very much the forgotten about little sister to my main. I'm really glad that between Princess and Me, and the writing group I'm in now- there's some serious love for this silly little story I run ;__; Thank u sm for that.

💖anyway, see you again soon :)

[bigdumbbambieyes]

after a week away on a work trip and yesterday's festivities, I'm happy to say that I'm back!! sorta lol

idk if it's something people have noticed but I've been taking more time away from Tumblr/social apps and removed myself from discord servers to focus on some personal stuff, and my mental health is finally getting to a spot that I'm proud of and want to keep it at 🥹 ofc I miss y'all and want to get back into fandom spaces soon, but I'm happy in the spot I'm at now!

I also noticed that a couple people sent me some sweet asks and also sent me a trick or treat at the hg cafe so I'll be responding to those shortly 🤍

I guess I just wanted to make this post to say that I hope you're doing well, and if you aren't, I hope things get better for you soon bc you deserve happiness and peace 🤍 don't be afraid to take time away if you need it, bc I promise you, it's worth it!! there is no shame is getting into a little cocoon to rest and recharge and refocus on what's truly important (yourself)!

giving you all a hug 🤍

[wrestlersownmyheart]

“Chances Are” Ch. 15 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary: After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might... Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: I hate to spoil my story, but I don't want to cause anyone any unnecessary pain either. There will be an attempt at a forced miscarriage in this chapter. If that is a trigger for you, you might want to skip over this chapter.

Also, this is a short chapter folks, I didn't want it to be, but I had to do it this way so I could keep the outline organized right.

Chapter 15

"Mornin' lovey," Finn singsonged under his breath the next morning. He kissed Miracle awake and smiled down at her, taking in the beautiful sight of her face.

"Mmm... Morning, handsome," she returned sleepily, stretching in his arms with a soft groan. "What time is it?"

"About 7:30 in the morning."

"You do realize we've been in this bed not far from twenty-four hours?"

"Best twenty-four hours o' my life," Finn retorted, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Even over being the first ever WWE Universal Champion," she asked with a smile, propping herself up on an elbow.

"Yes, definitely. Wait- How did you know? You've been on vacation all this time," Finn asked, astonishment on his face.

Miracle giggled and flushed slightly, "Stephanie told me before I left on vacation, that I'd be handling your storylines when I returned. She said that they were planning to put the title on you. And plus, I do have a tv, ya know. I've been watching the shows and keeping up with everything for when I come back.

"I like the sound of that-your coming back," Finn replied, lacing his fingers through hers. "When might that be exactly?"

"Well I'm not sure," Miracle admitted. "I still have some recharging to do-I'm staying so tired all the time. And then I have to be careful because of the baby… I can't let anything go wrong. But I'll be back as soon as possible. We'll still see each other, don't worry," she said, cupping the side of his face. She noted the disappointment and worry on his face and added, "It's not because of you, I promise. I told you, I've forgiven you."

He nodded, and kissed her softly. "I understand." He raised up then. "Want to shower and get ready for the day?"

"Sure," she giggled as he proceeded to pick her up caveman style, and carry her into the bathroom downstairs.

After another bout of lovemaking in the shower, they emerged from the bathroom an hour later, clean and ready for whatever the day would bring them.

They made a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon and toast together and sat down to eat. Talking about their day ahead of them, they discussed their plans for the near future.

"I want to take you to the Bray Head in Ireland," Finn announced after a sip of coffee. "I make all my important life decisions there, and well, having a baby is a pretty big life decision."

Miracle nodded with a smile and sipped at her orange juice. "I'd love that. When should we go?"

"There's going to be a show in Dublin in about a month. How about then? I could take you sight-seeing and show you where I grew up."

"I love it," Miracle smiled again. "It's a great idea!"

"It's a date," Finn said. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

The two talked through the rest of their breakfast and then cleaned up together. Everything seemed perfect.

The only downside?

Finn needed to leave. He had a show later that night in Sacramento.

"Go be a fighting champion," Miracle told him outside on the porch. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so proud of you."

Finn beamed from ear to ear, "I'm glad." He reached downward and kissed her. "I hate to leave you."

"But you have to," Miracle told him, fighting sudden tears. Her pregnancy hormones were wreaking havoc on her. "You have a career, Finn. You can't forget it just because of me."

He groaned in frustration then. "I want my cake and to eat it too. Is that asking so much," Finn demanded to no one in particular. It hit him then what he wanted to do. He wanted to propose to Miracle, but not here.

The Bray Head, he thought. It'd be perfect. I'd go up there with her and we'd make the decision together to be the best parents we can be to the baby, and then I'll propose.

His head full of plans now, he looked at her reluctantly.

"I… I've got to go, lass," He said sadly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Miracle said softly. "You have to do this, Finn. You were born to do this."

"I love you," he said, his own eyes glistening with tears. "You're s' perfect."

"And I love you," she told him, "Now go. You'll be late for your flight."

He kissed her again and then headed to his car, looking over his shoulder at her. She waved to him and willed him to get in the car. She truthfully hated for him to leave, but she knew that he had to. Wrestling was what he was supposed to do. Without it in his life, he wouldn't be the man she fell in love with.

She watched as he blew her a kiss through the driver's side window and then he was driving away. She waved again and wiped away a tear as it spilled down her cheek. She missed him already.

He was a long ways down the road when she heard a twig snap to her right. Startled, she spun around, saw nothing. Feeling silly and working at slowing her breathing, she turned around and went back into the cabin.

She began getting her morning chores done. Starting the dishwasher, tidying up the bathroom, making the bed. She smiled, recalling the memories she and Finn had made in this bed as she pulled the duvet up and straightened the bed covers. Despite being pregnant for the past two months, it was technically her first time to fully make love and she knew she'd cherish the memories forever. Because they were with Finn.

So lost in her thoughts was she, that she didn't notice the nearly silent footsteps closing in on her.

She was instantly flung around with no warning. Startled, she lashed out with her fist, punched a ski-masked face. Screaming now, she shoved past him and ran for the stairs. Hurrying down them she ran immediately out the front door and began heading in the direction of her uncle's home.

"Uncle Jeff!" She screamed his name in the hopes that he'd somehow hear her even though she knew she was still too far away.

She heard footsteps close in behind her then. A hand latched onto her hair and yanked her backward. She screamed again and began fighting and struggling as she was pulled back to the cabin's yard.

"Let go of me," MIracle screamed, trying to free her hair from the man's grip. She knew now it must be her attacker. Who else could it be? "Let me go!"

She received a punch in the face that sent her sprawling onto the grassy ground. Her phone flew from her dress' pocket and hit the ground, hard.

"Slut!" the man hissed as he dove on top of her. "You were mine! MINE!"

He pulled a knife from a holster on his black jeans and held it to her throat.

"Pl-please don't… Don't hurt me! I'm pregnant!"

"Pregnant," the man raged. "Pregnant?! You are NOT having his baby!" He growled in her face.

Before she could say another word or put up a struggle, the man lowered the knife and then she felt two hard jabs to her lower belly.

"Oh!" She cried out weakly as the knife penetrated her abdomen. Instinctively reaching for her stomach, she cried out again. "Noo…" She moaned in anguish. "Not my baby…"

"Die, you whore!"

With that, he plunged the knife toward her chest.

She grunted as the knife went into her and she shakily reached up, tugged at his mask till it came off his head. Her eyes widened at seeing who was hurting her.

"G-Gerald…"

"You should have listened to me, Miracle. He was no good for you. It was always meant to be me."

He yanked the knife free and relished in her cry of pain. "You deserve this, MIracle. You had me and I would have loved you always. But you threw it all away."

Miracle sobbed just as her phone rang in the grass. She frantically scrambled for it, but Gerald stood to his feet and picked it up. "Oh, it's Daddy," he taunted. "Wonder what he would say if he could see you right now."

"F-Finn knows it's you…" Miracle croaked out. "You'll never… never get away with th- this…"

"Finn should have stayed here and protected you, shouldn't he," Gerald told her. "He shouldn't have taken off and left you."

Miracle wanted to retort, but speaking was becoming too much a burden to bear. Thinking was too much. She just wanted to go to sleep. It was so cold. Maybe sleep would warm her up.

She was vaguely aware of her phone ringing again.

"Wow, Daddy is persistent, isn't he?" He grinned suddenly, clearly unhinged. "I'm not entirely cruel. Would you like to say goodbye to him?"

Apparently a rhetorical question, Gerald tapped the phone's screen and held the phone to her ear.

"D-D-Daddy…" Miracle cried instantly, latching onto the phone despite her lack of strength.

"Baby? What's wrong," Joe demanded on the line.

"H-help me…."

"Miracle, you're scaring me, honey. What's wrong?"

"G-Gerald…" Her eyes darted up to Gerald's face. She was frightened to see an uncaring smirk on his face.

"Was Finn right?" Joe demanded. "Is he the one who hurt you? Is he there now?"

"St-stabbed me…"

"Oh, God… Baby… hang on! We're getting help–me and AJ! We're gonna call 9-1-1 for you!"

"Tell him you love him, this call is ending now," Gerald said coldly.

"D-Daddy… I love you. Tell everyone I love them, please…."

"Is he still there? I heard his voice! Baby, hang on for me! AJ, tell them to hurry!"

With that, Gerald took the phone from Miracle and tapped the screen again, ending the call.

"Want to say goodbye to lover boy?"

He tapped the screen a few more times and handed the phone to Miracle.

Ring-RIng-RIng

"Hello, love. Miss me already?" Finn greeted, a smile in his voice.

"Fi-Finn…" She croaked out, growing weaker. "Finn... I love you… Should have listened… to y-you…"

She heard him curse over the phone, followed by the squealing of brakes on a gravel road. Then the gunning of an engine. "Baby, what's happened? Is he there?"

"So sorry…"

Gerald took the phone from her again and spoke distinctly into it as he watched Miracle lose consciousness.

"Because of you she's gone."

He hung up and tossed the phone aside.

And then he got out of there.

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Writing Update

This weekend was a little less productive than usual, but on the brighter side of things, the Fey minigame chapter will be releasing this Tuesday, on Halloween! I'll post the link as soon as it's live that day. I can't wait to share it with you all! ❣️

I admit, I'm starting to feel burnt out from writing so much and it's begun affecting my health. Between the two jams and Leas I've written a little over 100k words in two months while also tending to my regular life 😅 I'm going to take next weekend off to rest - I really need it. I hope to come back in November 10th recharged and ready to wrap up chapter 9! 😃

Here's this week's preview:

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I dreamed of Leas. The markets, the gates and walls, the people buzzing to and from home, work, parties and leisure and beneath it all… something.

I've never felt that before. Like beneath me a presence existed.