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[totostales]

This is my translation of pages 212-215 of Rengger’s book - I attempted to keep some of the old fashioned sentence structure intact in the translation. I also translated outdated terminology with the English equivalent (Indianer I translated as ‘Indians’ rather than ‘Native People’) even though it is less correct through a modern lens, it is the word used. I hope this helps!

The Domestic Cat

How much the climate has a greater or lesser influence on Animals, especially when hundreds of generations are born under the same heavens, is proven by our Domestic Cats, amongst others, who were introduced to Paraguay during its first conquering. Not even 300 years have yet passed, and already we can observe stark differences between the European and Paraguayan Domestic cat. We must exclude the Domestic cats kept in Asuncion, in which the differences are less visible, as they have regularly bred with new arrivals. However, the Domestic cat in central Paraguay, where there is less opportunity for such interbreeding, differs from the European domestic cat, having shorter, somewhat glossier, sparser, and flatter fur, that is shortest at its tail. Furthermore, it is about a quarter smaller than its European counterpart, and has a more svelte and compact Rump, and its limbs are more delicate. This lends it an agile look, but due to its short and sparse hair, and its spindly and almost bald tail, it looks less than pleasant overall. On top of this, no matter how much you feed it, it tends to remain skinny. Only castrated males manage to come close in size and stature to the European domestic cat. But as much as they are different in their absolute size and covering, they are much the same in their well balanced proportions. It is rare to find an individual where it’s extremities are too short in comparison to their Rump, and these animals are sick, suffering from a form of Rickets which I mentioned in the section on the Jaguar.

The colour of its fur is similarly variable to the of the European domestic cat; the most common colour being an Ash-grey base covered in greyish black markings.

Much as the climate has had an effect on its body, its surroundings also seem to have influenced its way of life. Here, in the sparsely populated areas, it follows its urge for independence. For days it will prowl through the woods and fields, chasing small helpless mammals, hunting the birds in the trees by night, seemingly only returning home when it rains or storms. With this lifestyle it is no surprise that all of the cats in Paraguay are more or less scared of humans and mischievous, and that their natural dishonesty and moodiness are on full display. No matter how carefully one might raise them to be tame, they will become feral as they age; only males that are castrated young make good domestic cats, that stay at home and catch mice.

Even with this independent lifestyle and the warm climate, the Paraguayan domestic cat has not befallen to the wild state Horses, Donkeys, Cows, and Horses do when left unsupervised and uncared for for too long.

It seems its more delicate body has made it more susceptible to outside influences. It is not rare to find cats which spend the entirety of the pleasant season living outdoors at the edge of woods, birthing their litters there; when the rainy seasons begins they move closer to civilisation, bringing their young with them. If they did not do this, their young would perish in the winter. Also the old cats must not be able to survive the wet and cold for long, as in formerly inhabited areas of Paraguay, there remains no trace of the cats left behind by the Whites. In the year 1815 an Indian village named Taquati, which lay about 20 hours east of Villa Real, was destroyed by the Whites and they left behind hundreds of cats in the uninhabited area - in 1820 during the three days I spent there on a hunting trip I could find no trace of them.

As the Domestic cat on the one hand flees humans but on the other hand is so reliant on human protection in order to reproduce, it is self explanatory that this is why, even though they can reproduce two to three times a year and each litter contains three to six kittens, unlike other mammals that were introduced, cats are so rare.

It is strange that rabies, which is not an uncommon ailment of the European cat, has yet to be observed in a cat in Paraguay.

I should also note that more than once I observed a cat hunt down and kill snakes - even rattlesnakes. Using its unique agility, it would smack the snake with its paw and then dodge the attack of its foe. If the snake rolled up, rather than attacking it, the cat would circle around it, until the snake tired of moving its head; the cat would smack it again while jumping to the side. If the snake went to flee, the cat would catch its tail, as if to play with it. Using these advanced paw manoeuvres it usually would kill its foe in under an hour, without it ever touching its flesh.

Looking for French, German, And Dutch speaking individuals to assist with research & translation

My ongoing research into the history of hairless cats has led me to some sources that i either cannot read or cannot even locate because i don’t speak the language. I’m posting them all here in the hopes that the people of tumblr may be able to help locate them for me!

French sources:

I need people to locate the full text of the following academic articles

1. Letard E. La Naissance Et La Disparition D'une Mutation Au Sujet D'un Couple De Chats Nus. Rev Vet J Med Vet 85: 545–552. 1933.

2. Carpentier, C. Un Chat Nu. Rev Zootech 10: 298–300. 1934.

3. Collet P, Jean-Blain M. Le Chat Nu: Étude Morphologique Et Hérédité De Cette Mutation. Bull Soc Sci Vet Lyon 37: 175–179. 1934.

Dutch sources:

I need ANY dutch language publications mentioning Dr Hugo Hernandez’s breeding program which began in 1980. newspaper archives. magazines. books. i would cry if you found archival news footage. he was VERY IMPORTANT and yet I can find almost nothing on him in english.

German sources:

I need someone who can locate and translate the specific passage pertaining to the “paraguay scant haired cat” in Naturgeschichte der Saeugethiere von Paraguay (Natural History of the Mammals of Paraguay) by J.R. Rengger

Secondary english sources report that Rengger observed a population of “scant haired cats” and suggested that they were the descendants of european house cats that had adapted to the hotter climate. The text has not been translated into english and I want to know exactly what it says.

[punkshort]

Swept Away: Season Two

Chapter Two: Kokomo

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: The first few days back in Fiji was heaven on earth - until things start to unravel.

Chapter Warnings: language, reader has long-ish hair, fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), alcohol and food consumption, wedding talk, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of OC substance abuse, an air of mystery, perhaps?

WC: 7.4K

Series Masterlist

A/N: inspired by this ask. I should also mention I have some personal stuff going on that I've been struggling with and yesterday things took a nose dive — I haven't been on here as much as usual but I'll try to hop on when I have the ability. Thank you for understanding ❤️

It had only been a couple days at The Parador and Joel had warned you repeatedly the hotel wasn't fully operational yet, to expect some things to not be ready or up to snuff, but so far it felt like literal heaven on earth. Waking up the past few mornings with the warm sea breeze floating in through the open doors of your bedroom, laying next to the man you loved more than anything, your future husband, while exotic birds sang somewhere outside had you on cloud nine.

The first day you arrived, you had wandered around the villa in awe. There were three bedrooms, including the master, and each had its own ensuite bathroom. You realized right away your parents easily could have stayed with you, but you didn't say anything to Joel. Deep down, you appreciated the privacy, and you had a feeling Joel wanted the same. The way your parents acted any time you mentioned Joel or the wedding was really starting to gnaw at you, and resentment was burning brighter than you let on.

Granted, your relationship with your parents hadn't always been great. Growing up in their house had its challenges. You and your mother butt heads a lot and your father had a tendency to work as much as possible, creating a void between you during the most formative years in your life. It was around the time you announced you were moving to Los Angeles for college that you felt your relationship with them crumble even more. They absolutely hated the idea of you living in L.A. — preconceived notions of the city they read online had your mother convinced you would be homeless and your father thinking you would "fall into the wrong crowd". But once you graduated and got a job at a production company, you thought their minds would be put at ease, so you did your best to repair that relationship. As more time passed and the phone calls became shorter and more uncomfortable, you began to wonder if they had hoped you would fail just so you would have to move back home, proving them right.

All of that aside, getting engaged and moving in with Joel should have shown them how happy and successful you were. They should have been happy, too. Yet, they still held back, refusing to get to know Joel better or talk much about your engagement.

It was the only dark cloud over an otherwise amazing time in your life, so you were ultimately glad Joel decided to book them a villa in a different hotel instead of sharing a room. The last thing you wanted was for them to ruin the grand opening of The Parador with their negativity looming around every corner. Both you and Joel worked so hard on the hotel, you deserved to enjoy yourselves.

And enjoy yourselves, you did. It was your third day on the island and even Joel couldn't resist how spectacular it felt to be back in paradise. He looked so relaxed and happy that it was hard to remember you were technically there to work, with some wedding planning scheduled during the quieter parts of your days. But it didn't stop either of you from lounging by the pool or beach whenever you could with your phones and laptops while upbeat music played softly through the speakers surrounding the area. It surprised you at first, to see Joel so relaxed during a workday. It was a far cry from the way he behaved the last time you were in Fiji.

Another thing you certainly didn't recall him doing the last time you were there was having a cocktail or two with lunch. He had grown particularly fond of frozen drinks, something that always made you giggle when you saw him sipping around all the fruit and a fancy umbrella, shoulders shifting slightly in rhythm with the music.

"What?" he asked hazily from his lounge chair when he heard you. His sunglasses were perched on the tip of his nose and his lips were wrapped around the bright pink straw of his piña colada.

"Nothing. I'm just loving this side of you," you grinned. His laptop sat open at the end of his chair but right next to it was a book he had been reading, spread open and face down while he ate. "Can't wait to see more of this relaxed Joel on our honeymoon."

You could tell by the way his cheeks were slightly pink and the glassy look in his eye that he was just a little tipsy when his eyebrow arched at the topic of your honeymoon.

"'Bout that," he said, putting the fancy glass down next to him. "Have you decided where you wanna go?"

You shrugged and shook your head. "Maybe Italy? Or Costa Rica?"

"What 'bout Paris?" he asked before leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

"Maybe," you said, pursing your lips in thought. "Not many opportunities to see you in those swim trunks in Paris, though."

Joel grinned and turned his head to look at you over his sunglasses. "You like me on the beach, huh?"

You giggled, making his smile spread even wider.

"You do seem at home on the beach."

He pushed his sunglasses back up to the bridge of his nose and took another sip from his drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his email program pop up with an alert in the corner of his laptop screen, but he didn't seem to give a shit. The sun felt so nice and it was indescribably peaceful, sitting in your own private garden-slash-patio while the waves crashed lightly against the sandy shore not too far away. The sound drew Joel's attention and he turned his head, watching the foamy crests splash down onto the smooth sand. Then, a thought occurred to him and he frowned.

He remembered a time from your first week on the island, back when he had hired you to pretend to be his fiancée. When you first met Glenn, you made up a story about how Joel proposed to you on the beach in Santa Monica. Later, when he asked if that's what you always wanted, you shrugged it off. I tried to think of the most romantic thing possible and it just popped into my head, you had said. Joel turned back to you and took off his sunglasses.

"Should I have proposed to you on the beach?"

Your head snapped up from your phone in surprise. "What?"

"That story you told Glenn, when we were—"

"No!" you exclaimed, sitting up in your chair. "I love how you proposed to me. Both times!" you added, holding up both hands and making him grin. "You could have proposed to me literally anywhere and I would have said yes. I already told you, Joel," you scooted closer and leaned forward to cup his face with both your hands. "I love you so much, I would marry you anywhere. All the rest of this... stuff—" you jutted your chin towards your phone, where you had been replying to an email from Nadia, "—it's just for fun. It doesn't really matter. This is all that matters."

You pressed your lips lightly to his, feeling him smile before leaning back and dropping your hands to your lap.

"Hopeless romantic," Joel teased, his dark eyes sparkling and playful. You just giggled and shook your head at the familiar accusation. When you picked your phone back up to finish your email, Joel groaned and suddenly jumped up from his chair.

"I fuckin' love this song," he announced before swaying his hips. He began to sing softly to himself as he shuffled around the edge of the pool, and it wasn't until he was further away that you heard the lyrics to Kokomo filtering through the speakers.

"C'mon, pretty mama," Joel called, swiveling around and holding out his arms for you. "Dance with me, baby," he added, smirking while slowly bobbing his shoulders and mouthing the words in your direction. You burst out laughing and shook your head.

"You're drunk!"

"I ain't drunk, I'm fuckin' happy!" Joel exclaimed loudly. His chin tilted towards the clear blue sky and closed his eyes while he continued to move from side to side around the patio. When he stumbled a bit, you laughed and tossed your phone on the table so you could join him.

"Be careful, you're going to trip," you scolded playfully, wrapping your arms around his bare torso and resting your chin on his warm, sun-kissed chest.

"Maybe I should get you another ring and propose on the beach," Joel murmured, gazing down at you. He was still swaying, pulling you with him as he spoke.

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed and his hands settled on your hips, tugging you close so you could move in sync with the music.

"Alright, fine," he relented, slowly spinning you both in a circle. "Least let's play this at the wedding."

"Kokomo? You want to dance to Kokomo in front of all your super rich buddies?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" he asked with a little concerned crease between his brows. The earnest look on his face had you melting on the spot.

"Nothing," you said softly. You swiped your thumb over his frown, smoothing it out before stretching onto your tiptoes to kiss the corner of his mouth. "We can dance to Kokomo, I think it's perfect."

His lips captured yours before you could pull away, forcing you to sway back and forth on the balls of your feet with your chest against his. In the background, you could hear the final few lyrics of the song fade out, a new one starting right on its heels. It was a faster tempo, but Joel kept you both moving slow, your hips pressed together while his tongue pushed languidly into your mouth. He tasted sweet, like coconut and pineapple with just the faintest hint of rum.

You made a pleased little sound in the back of your throat when you felt him begin to harden through his swim trunks. Pulling back and grinning when he chased after your lips, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and asked, "Getting all hot and bothered, Mr. Miller?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout," he insisted, lips finding a home on your neck. "You're lookin' a little warm, though," he added, tilting his head and switching to the other side of your throat. Your eyelids fluttered when his teeth grazed your pulse point. "Maybe it's you who's feelin' hot?"

You swallowed tightly before answering.

"It's really hot," you whispered.

"What is?" Joel asked, lips puckering around your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.

"The s-sun," you stammered. Obviously. But both of you were beginning to forget what you were talking about.

Joel hummed and walked you backwards a step or two, his arms wrapped around you tightly, preventing you from tripping.

Or so you thought.

"I got just the thing for that."

"Huh?" you asked hazily with your eyes still closed and your fingers getting tangled in his hair. But before you even had a chance to scream, Joel twisted around, tightened his grip around your waist, and jumped backwards into the pool, pulling you down with him.

The water was heated but it was still a shock to the system. You screeched underwater and kicked away, propelling yourself out of his arms and to the surface for air. You gasped and snapped your eyes open, hair plastered to your face as you whipped back and forth until Joel emerged from the water, laughing and reaching for you again.

"Oh, I don't think so!" you exclaimed, and before he could get his hands on you, you kicked off the wall of the pool, giving yourself the advantage and swimming away.

Your fingers grazed the railing of the steps. You were so close, but then Joel's hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you back across the water as you screamed and giggled until he had you flipped around, lifting you up so he could wrap his arms and legs around you, immobilizing you completely.

"Where y'goin', baby?" he breathed, "Don't it feel good?"

Panting, you gazed up at him through your wet lashes. He looked so genuinely happy and at ease, it took your breath away. You couldn't stop admiring him; the sparkle in his eye, the dimple in his cheek, his broad shoulders... but the way the sun glittered on his tanned skin made you finally stop struggling. When he felt your muscles relax, his grip loosened.

"What?" he finally asked when you took too long to speak. You smiled and shook your head, then pulled him tighter again.

"How'd I get so lucky?" you whispered softly. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, deflecting the compliment, so instead you circled your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. Under the water, his hands reached down to cup your ass, pulling you snug against his hips while you deepened the kiss with a moan.

Your chest felt light, heart tapping excitedly against your sternum with each touch and kiss. It was impossible to keep the smile from your face. How could you, when you were having the time of your life in paradise with the man who you planned to spend the rest of your life with?

"Speaking of—" Joel said breathlessly when he broke away. He massaged you underwater, fingers greedily stretching so he could grab as much of your ass as possible. Your eyes followed a drop of water that trickled from his hair and down the side of his face and you licked your lips. "Am I 'bout to get lucky, or what?"

"Here?" you questioned, but he just smirked and nodded.

"Why not? No one can see us."

You bit your lip and glanced around, trying not to let his roaming hands and his hot mouth on your neck distract you. He was right - there weren't any other guests in the hotel but even if there had been, the gardens and natural fauna surrounding the patio were too thick to see through.

Joel nipped at your throat, teeth gently pinching your wet skin and you sighed, relaxing into his hold. "O-okay," you whispered.

"Atta girl," Joel chuckled before swinging you around in the pool so your back was pressed against the side. Fortunately, it was the side facing the ocean. There was no concrete lip behind you so as to mimic the water merging with the horizon. It allowed you to comfortably rest your weight on your elbows, which were perched on the smooth tile edge, and lean back so Joel could pull your bikini bottoms off.

Before you met, Joel would never have been caught dead blowing off work in the middle of the day. He practically worked around the clock, his only focus in life being his company and what he could do to become more successful. But now, his focus remained firmly planted on you. Even back home, it didn't matter how busy he was, in the back of his mind he always thought of you, finding comfort in knowing you were somewhere in the building and just a phone call away.

But having you within arms reach in the middle of paradise proved to be harder for him to resist than he thought.

Just as quickly as he shed you of your swimsuit, he was back with one hand pressing flat against your spine, pushing your bodies together while his mouth continued to suck on your neck. Underwater, your legs wrapped around his waist, the movement feeling like quicksand, but you weren't sure if it was the buoyancy or the desire coursing through your veins that had you feeling sluggish.

Joel's hand dropped between you, fingers quickly undoing the tie on his shorts so he could loosen them around his hips. Meanwhile, his mouth found yours again, kissing you with a deep groan when his tongue slipped past your lips.

The pad of his finger caught on your clit, making you whine as the familiar heat bloomed between your legs. Your hips rolled forward, chasing his hand, wordlessly asking for more. A sly smile pulled across his mouth and then he tore himself away, fingers still teasing featherlight strokes along your slit.

"I'll be right back," he said, pushing off the wall.

"Wh- what?" you stammered, eyelids fluttering. Joel took a deep breath then disappeared below the water and before you had a chance to process what was happening, his hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you onto his mouth.

"Shit!" you cried out when you felt his hot tongue gliding through your lips. He ate at you messily underwater, knowing he would soon have to return for air left him unable to take his time and savor it like he normally would.

A flash of heat seared through you, a lightning bolt from the center of your legs that reached to every nerve ending in your body. Something about feeling weightless and having the ability to relax your muscles entirely while Joel alternated between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit had you shaking in a matter of seconds.

When he tore himself away and crashed through the surface of the water with a frantic gasp for air, you had the audacity to pout. You whined his name and writhed against the side of the pool, causing him to smirk amidst catching his breath.

"What is it, baby?"

"You can't do that. That's teasing," you grumbled. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and grabbed your thighs underwater, spreading them apart roughly before growling, "Did I say I was done?"

He had about half a second to clock the delight in your face before he inhaled deeply and dove back under. His mouth seared against your pussy immediately, tongue probing and licking desperately until he needed more air.

It was a new sensation, being brought to the edge just to be pulled back when he needed to breathe. It had you clawing at his shoulders and murmuring filth in his ear every time he came up to recover, but you couldn't help yourself. Your ears were ringing and your body felt like every nerve ending was frayed whenever he tore his mouth away, but thankfully after being toyed with one too many times, his hand took the place of his mouth when he emerged.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, fingers working quickly under the water. Two thrusted inside you, curling and stretching while the heel of his palm massaged your clit. His free arm came to rest on the ledge behind you so his entire body ended up caging you in. When you peeled your eyes open, mouth agape and mind blurry, all you could see was Joel towering over you.

"Need you to come for me," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Need to fuck you, baby, c'mon, lemme see it."

Water splashed lightly near your shoulder from how fast Joel was working his wrist between your legs. It only took a few more slaps of his palm against your clit before your muscles tensed and your eyes rolled back with a low moan. Your hips rocked forward and you gasped as each wave of your climax shuddered through you, all the while crumbling under Joel's intense stare.

"That's it — feels good, huh?" Joel's lips found the underside of your jaw and began sucking lightly at your skin. "Pussy's so tight, squeezin' me so fuckin' good... that's it, you're alright, shh, so pretty like this. So fuckin' pretty—"

His mouth crashed over yours, silencing his ramblings and your moans until you relaxed and he slowly removed his fingers.

"Joel," you whimpered, chest heaving and heart racing. You reached for him, a trembling hand searching for him under the water, needing him just as badly as you needed oxygen in your lungs.

One leg hooked around his waist and a hand cupped the back of his neck. You felt delirious; lost entirely to the feeling only Joel was able to create. Everything about him, you loved. You loved how he knew you so well, in every way imaginable. You loved how he took care of you, protected you, worshiped you. All of those reasons and more told you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with.

And if that wasn't enough, he somehow always managed to drag the most intense pleasure from you. He knew what you needed without you having to ask, undoing you every single time.

"Sure you're ready?" Joel breathed shakily, but he was already lining himself up, chin tucked into his chest, eyes peering through the water. You nodded and swallowed, fingers tightening around the back of his neck.

You felt him there, swollen tip resting against your opening, and you held your breath. Both of his hands held your hips steady, keeping you in place, and then his eyes flickered up to yours. All you saw reflected back was utter devotion when he pushed inside, each of you gasping in unison. You refused to look away, his dark eyes too magnetic, as his hands pulled you down onto his cock, nice and slow. He held your gaze until your hips sat flushed with his and he released you in favor of cupping your face. His mouth slanted over yours, nipping desperately at your lower lip while you fluttered and pulsed around him.

"How's that, huh?" His hips shifted, stretching you open and reaching the furthest depths of you. Your back arched off the side of the pool, gasping into his mouth.

"Fuck," you whined around the messy kisses Joel was peppering against your lips.

"Feel all of me in there?" He rolled his hips deliberately, touching lightly against a spot that had you grappling feverishly at the slippery curls on the back of his head.

"Fuck," you cursed again, "yeah. More, Joel, please."

"Yeah? Think you can handle it?" he asked, his mouth dropping to your chin, then your jaw. "Think this perfect fuckin' pussy can take it?"

You couldn't answer. All you could do was whimper pathetically, each snap of his hips driving the air straight from your lungs. But he didn't mind, because he was already too lost in the feel of you to demand an answer.

"You got no idea—" Joel grunted, slowing his hips when he felt himself nearing his peak too soon. He shifted his weight, wrapped an arm around the curve of your back under the water, and took a moment to catch his breath. "—you got no idea how fuckin' crazy you make me," he finished, staring deep into your eyes.

Your leg tightened around his waist and you leaned forward, grazing your teeth lightly over his throat when you said, "Crazy enough to fuck me in a pool on a Wednesday afternoon."

Joel growled, the sound vibrating against your lips. "You like this, don't you? You like gettin' me so hard 'n worked up, I can barely think."

You thought you managed to whisper out a yes, but you couldn't be sure because a second later, Joel was pounding into you again. Water splashed up, dotting both your faces and lips with little droplets. One strong arm pinned you roughly to his chest, and the other protected the back of your head from the tile, completely immobilizing you. Your open mouths hovered inches apart, leaving just enough room for your shared grunts and moans to escape, each devastating thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

"Oh, f-fuck," you stammered, body jolting violently in his grip from the force of his hips slamming into you. His jaw tightened, brow furrowing as he fought back his own climax. You were close, he could feel it. He just needed to give you a little more.

"Don't stop," you begged, and Joel shook his head, stomach tensing with the need to let go. A strangled noise made its way past your lips and you feverishly clutched the sides of his head. "Kiss me," you pleaded.

His mouth crashed against yours, tongue sliding past your lips, and all the while he maintained that same, steady pace underwater. There was a moment where he thought he might not be able to hold back any longer, but then he felt your body go rigid and a broken version of his name tumbled into his mouth. A second later, the sweet feeling of relief flooded his veins as he came, pumping you full of his seed while you both rode out the rest of your highs together.

Joel broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, then buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could catch his breath. Your fingers combed lovingly through his hair and you closed your eyes, basking in the sun and the afterglow of your orgasm with Joel still buried deep between your legs. His arms remained wrapped around you, as well, keeping you so close that your chests bumped together with every shaky breath. After several quiet minutes, Joel whispered your name, his soft way of checking in.

You swallowed, throat hoarse and dry. "Say it," you mumbled drowsily. You felt his lips twitch against your neck.

"I love you."

A slow smile stretched across your face and you sighed.

"I love you, too."

The drive to Glenn and Mary's mansion brought back so many memories. Nerves, excitement, and anticipation filled you the first time, hoping you would do a good job at selling your fake engagement so Joel would appear relatable to Glenn and therefore make him look like the best choice to purchase the land for the hotel. Then afterwards, uneasiness and pangs of jealousy once you found out that Joel used to carry on an affair with another hotel mogul's wife, Tammy.

This time was different. Now, you were legitimately Joel's fiancée and madly in love. No more secrets, no more feelings of betrayal. You couldn't have been any happier.

"I'm looking forward to seeing them again," you told Joel. He sat next to you in the backseat of the town car, your left hand engulfed by his across the middle seat. His thumb distractedly played with the huge diamond on your ring finger and he smiled.

"Should be nice. Just them, Trevor and Zoe," he recapped.

Zoe. You were so excited to see your old friend, a port in the storm the last time you were on the island. She was young, beautiful, carefree and a former sugarbaby. While you hid that part of your history from everyone — with the exception of Joel's trusted assistant, Liam — Zoe had told you her secret in confidence early on in your trip. As much as you wanted to share with her your own background, you knew how detrimental it would be to Joel, so you kept your mouth shut. Still, Zoe turned out to be an incredible friend. She was there the night Brooks — Glenn and Mary's son —assaulted you in a restaurant bathroom. She took care of you until Joel arrived that night. She also had your back when Tammy and Lynne accused you of being a gold digger during a dinner party towards the end of your trip.

Needless to say, after the trip ended, you remained close friends. You were thrilled to find out she quit being a sugarbaby and found herself a boyfriend... none other than Glenn and Mary's other son, Trevor. Who actually didn't turn out to be that bad, compared to his brother.

"Much better group than last time," you said, squeezing Joel's hand.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, knowing full well you were referring to Tammy and her little sidekick, Lynne.

"Easy," he teased.

Glenn and Mary lived right on the beach in a stunning Mediterranean-style house which was surrounded by exotic plants and meticulously maintained gardens, a home that still took your breath away whenever you saw it.

When your car pulled up, you could see all the lights on inside, and when the chauffeur opened your door and you stepped out, you could hear the soft sounds of music echoing from the backyard.

"They must be on the patio," you said to Joel, looping your hand through his arm and allowing him to lead you to the front door.

"They do love their view," he murmured.

A man you didn't recognize but who appeared to be part of the catering service opened the door for you with the offer of champagne. You each took a flute before heading through the familiar, grandiose foyer. The kitchen and dining areas were silent except for the staff furiously working away. Your gaze drifted to look through the glass that lead out to their gorgeous pool area, spotting four familiar faces smiling and laughing around the outdoor bar. When Zoe turned her head and locked eyes with you through the windows, her face lit up. Yours must have done the same because you immediately dropped Joel's arm and squealed excitedly.

Hurrying outside, you ran to meet Zoe halfway, then threw your arms around each other's necks, swaying back and forth and murmuring compliments in the other's ear while trying to simultaneously not spill your drinks.

"Your hair! It's so long!" you gushed when you pulled away. Your fingers idly slid down her shiny locks with a smile so wide, your cheeks hurt. "And this dress! Oh my god—"

"You should talk! You're practically glowing!" Zoe beamed right back before snatching your right hand to hold it up to the dim garden lighting. "Or is it this massive fucking rock?"

She whispered the last part so none of the others heard. They had come forward to greet Joel while you and Zoe got reacquainted, fortunately buying you an extra minute to come up with some excuse as to why you had two engagement rings.

"Oh, this?" you laughed, stretching your fingers out so you could both admire it. "Joel thought he owed me another one since it's taken us so long to get married."

"Goddamn, Joel. You are one smart man," Glenn bellowed behind you. You swiveled around with a huge grin so you could give Glenn, Mary, and Trevor each a warm hug. When you were about to step away, Mary tsked and held out her hand, so you placed your right palm in hers while they got a good look at your new ring.

"Felt bad that storm set construction back a few weeks," Joel explained, quickly rolling with your story. He curled an arm around your waist when everyone was done admiring your ring, tucking you into his side. "Caused a headache with the wedding planner. Y'know how it is."

"I always told you — happy wife, happy life," Glenn chuckled before waving everyone over to the appetizers, which had just been set out near the bar. "C'mon, dig in. Then I wanna hear all about the soft open."

Joel opened his mouth to reply when a man's familiar sounding drawl rang out behind you.

"Oh, well, what do you know? We just came from there, I can tell you all about it."

Your body reacted before your brain had a chance to figure out what was happening. The hairs on your arms stood up and your heart felt like it was lodged in your throat.

You knew that voice.

"Scott! Didn't think you were comin' in til later!" Glenn called out cheerily. Zoe's hand found your forearm and she gave it a reassuring squeeze. Then, Joel murmured something in your ear but your blood was pumping so fast and loud, you couldn't hear him. Because if Scott was there, that meant...

"Tammy!" Mary sang, raising her arms above her head with a sweet smile. She didn't notice your reaction, neither did Glenn. They were too busy giving them both hugs and murmuring something to them about the weather.

Joel tried to get your attention again but you felt frozen in place. Zoe released your arm, whispered breathe in your ear, then followed Trevor over to greet them next.

"C'mon, let's just get through this," Joel urged, and you blinked before snapping your head to look at him.

"Did you—"

"No."

You exhaled in relief. It was a surprise, Joel didn't know they were coming. Still...

"Get over here, you son of a bitch," Scott laughed, tapping Joel on his shoulder. He let you go and plastered a polite smile across his face before giving him a hug. He hesitated for half a second, then gave Tammy a quick kiss on the cheek. You knew he had to do it. It would have looked weird if he didn't. But it still had your claws coming out, so you tucked your hand behind your back, squeezing your fingers into a tight fist to release some anger.

Tammy's eyes landed on you and she gave you a fake smile, murmured your name, and stiffly leaned forward to kiss you on the cheek. It took everything in your power to move, to press your cheek against hers, to say nice to see you and act like either of you meant it.

You broke apart quickly, each of you avoiding eye contact and retreating back to your partners. Joel wrapped an arm around your waist, his fingers pressed into your hip, wordlessly trying to soothe you, to tell you it was okay. With your cheeks hot, you caught Zoe's eye. She looked just as taken aback as you.

"Did you, uh, say you were at The Parador?" Joel asked. He sounded guarded, like he was bracing for something. He must have already connected the dots and for some reason, you were lagging, because Scott nodded and announced the obvious.

"We were lucky enough to get one of the rooms for the soft open." Scott tossed Joel a grin while lacing his fingers together with his wife's. "Don't worry. We won't be too harsh in our review. Right, honey?" he joked.

Scott looked down at Tammy who batted her lashes and nodded.

"That's right. We know there's bumps to iron out when a new location opens up. We understand the business."

Scott owned his own chain of hotels and was in contention to win the plot of land Joel ended up getting on the island, so they were no stranger to the hospitality industry. But as nice as Scott was, at the end of the day, Joel was a competitor and he won something Scott couldn't have. It had your gut twisting nervously by Joel's side.

"Well, if somethin' doesn't meet your standards, you let me know immediately," Joel responded. You had to give him credit, he was handling the turn of events much better than you were, but something told you he would be expressing his true thoughts on the matter in the car later.

The only saving grace all evening happened when Scott and Tammy chose to sit at the opposite end of the table from you and Joel. It afforded you a chance to get your bearings and breathe.

"I didn't know," Zoe whispered before you could even ask. "I heard they had a layover on their way to Australia, but I didn't think they'd be stopping here."

"It's fine," you mumbled, picking at the fish on your plate. "Maybe they're just saying long enough to see Glenn and Mary."

You were wrong.

By the time your plates were cleared and dessert was being served, the topic of Scott and Tammy's unexpected arrival finally came up.

"Australia? What's taking the two of you there?" Mary asked. Candlelight that decorated the table flickered across her face, making her dark hair shimmer. She was beautiful and always very sweet. Even after your altercation with Brooks, both she and Glenn stood by your side and made the difficult decision to send their son off to rehab on a neighboring island. You were grateful for their kindness and generosity towards you during your last stay, but you had to admit, you were envious of how absolutely clueless she and her husband were about the dynamics at their table. You couldn't be certain about Trevor, but considering Zoe knew all the drama with Tammy, you had to assume the only people at the table who were in the dark were Glenn, Mary and Scott.

"Thought we'd take some time off down uhnda," Scott laughed, "Figured we deserved a little break. Hotels have been doing great but it's cost me a lot of late nights. So, we planned a little trip, just the two of us. But when we realized The Parador was about to have its grand open? Well," he breathed, locking eyes with Joel. "Couldn't miss that, now could we?"

"The boys were beside themselves but I told them when they graduate college, we'll consider taking them somewhere of their choosing," Tammy cooed, swirling her crystal wine glass in her hand. "That is, if their grades reflect the hard work they claim they're putting in."

"You sure you ain't lookin' to expand in Australia?" Glenn asked coyly. Scott gave him a sly smirk and shrugged.

"Who's to say."

Tammy scoffed and playfully swat at his shoulder. "No business, you promised!"

While the men laughed, you and Zoe exchanged glances and focused on your plates. Scott, to your knowledge, never knew Tammy had an affair with Joel all those years ago. So to watch them act so sickeningly sweet and in love irked you both. Especially when Joel confessed to you that Tammy had developed strong feelings for him during their tryst.

"When do your parents get in?" Zoe asked softly, but Mary overheard anyway and perked up.

"Oh! Your parents? That's lovely! They must be coming to help you plan the wedding!"

You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm when the entire table dragged their focus onto you.

"Yes, they arrive late tonight, actually," you responded. "They'll help a bit, but they aren't the type to take vacations, well... ever, really. So it was Joel's idea to get them out here and relax for once."

Joel smiled and his hand found yours underneath the table. He gave you a gentle squeeze, soothing your frayed nerves.

"Well, that's thoughtful. We all oughta go out to dinner before they leave," Glenn suggested. You swallowed tightly and nodded before Zoe swooped in.

"Mary! I forgot to tell you... we went to that new restaurant the other day."

"Ocean Terrace? How was it?"

And just like that, the attention shifted to Zoe and Trevor as they told the table about a horrendous dining experience.

"Dinner's almost over," Joel assured you quietly. You met his gaze, his dark eyes glittering in the dim lighting making your chest tighten with affection. "We'll make up some excuse not to get dinner with 'em again, don't worry."

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. You could do this. Besides, what could Tammy possibly do that hasn't already been done? She was a mood killer at that point and nothing more.

Your shoulders relaxed after your plates were cleared and people began to stand. Scott mentioned something about jet lag and Joel made an exaggerated yawn before making a comment about having an early meeting.

Zoe pulled you in for a hug and murmured in your ear about getting lunch. You told her you wanted to spend some time with your parents the next day, but promised to text her and set something up after. Then you gave Trevor a quick hug, which resulted in an avalanche of farewells and polite pecks on cheeks.

Joel was leading you through the house, back the way you came. Every step made you breathe a little easier until Glenn suddenly jogged up behind you.

"Joel? You got a quick minute?"

Joel's eyes flickered between yours and Glenn's, confusion etching his face before he nodded and let go of your hand.

"I'll meet you in the car."

You didn't think anything of it. Figured it was business related; that maybe Glenn wanted to book a few villas for friends or maybe host an event in one of the ballrooms. You took out your phone after you settled into your seat and opened a text from your mother, letting you know they safely landed and that they were checking into their hotel. You tapped out a quick response, telling her you would call them the next day and advised them to get some rest when Joel slipped into the backseat. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his brows pulled tight. You quickly dropped your phone back into your purse when you sensed the tension rolling off his shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, his hand found the button for the partition. You could hear the little motor whirring as it slowly closed, giving you privacy from the driver as he drove down the empty streets, back to The Parador.

Even in the dim ambient lighting from the ceiling, you could read Joel's face. He was pissed.

"Joel?" you tried again. His jaw tensed and your eyes dropped to his knee, which was bouncing anxiously as he mulled over whatever Glenn had just said. Then finally, he forced his gaze onto you and your stomach dropped when he said, "Brooks is outta rehab. Been back on the island for a week, and—" he bit the inside of his cheek before huffing in disbelief and shaking his head. "—and he wants to see you. Says he's got somethin' important he wants to say. Glenn thinks he plans to apologize. Make amends or some shit. Part of some program..." he trailed off and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh while you remained frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from the cut of Joel's jaw.

"What?" you whispered. Joel heard the tremor in your voice. He quickly turned his focus back onto you, taking your hand in both of his and drawing soothing circles on your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

"It's fine. He ain't comin' anywhere near you, y'hear me?"

You nodded because it was all you could manage to do. Your throat was too tight to speak. This was all too much—

"I don't care what they say. He's their kid, 'course they're gonna believe him when he says he ain't using," Joel muttered. You cleared your throat and took a breath.

"Well... maybe he is—"

"Ain't up for discussion," Joel said coldly, cutting you off. Goosebumps flashed across your skin at his tone. "If it's that important, he can call or write a letter or some shit. He ain't ever gonna lay a hand on you again."

You nodded and clamped your mouth shut. It wasn't often Joel put his foot down, and considering what happened last time, he had every right to be suspicious and on edge. Besides — you weren't interested in seeing him. Only just morbidly curious.

The rest of the drive was quiet. He kept your hand on his leg, his warm palm pressing comfortingly against yours while you both stared out your respective windows, lost in thought.

Foolishly, you thought it was over; that the universe had thrown you enough curveballs for one night.

When Joel swung the door open to your villa, the room was dark. He stepped inside and began to flick on all the lights, leaving you to close and lock the door behind you. Somewhere in the master bedroom, you heard the curtains closing, but your gaze had fallen to a crisp white envelope under your shoe. You frowned, eyes darting from the envelope to the door, then leaned down to pick it up.

You flipped it over in your hands: it was sealed and not addressed to anybody.

"I'm gonna shower," Joel called from the bathroom.

"Okay," you answered distractedly. You heard the water turn on as you wandered into the kitchen, studying the envelope while trying to remember if Joel had mentioned he was expecting anything.

Curiosity eventually got the best of you and you ripped it open. Inside was just one white piece of common printer paper with four simple words staining the page, yet those four words made your blood run cold and dread settle over you like a blanket of snow:

I know your secret.

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[quirekey]

Hello, can do resquest, Yandere TFA Bumblebee in love with a Cybertronian femme who is shorter than him, and it can be fanfic

Turns out I read this wrong, I AM SO SORRY!!! If you do want me to redo this, feel free to ask me again and I’ll make a whole new fanfic of it!! I am proud of this current one so I hope it does work for you too.

DISCLAIMERS : Anxious thoughts + Mentions of death and fate, Pressure, Unhealthy possession, Implication of stalking

[ YANDERE!BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ yandere!bumblebee x human!femme!reader ]

SUMMARY

You were a highly trained officer, trained by Captain Carmine. You were extremely agile and you were built for on-foot chases. There were many occasions where you had to fight aside the Autobots, but you were never a part of it. Your outfit consisted of the usual police uniform with an oversized belt for style with a few pieces of jewellery for accessory. The chief’s hate for machines really did something to you because you never accepted their offer to join the Autobot team due to them being machines. They were fine with your decision but Bumblebee was furious. He always loved your laid-back and flexible style, he loved it when you joined him in battle, he loved it when you were doing anything. Turned out that your appearance and sly personality took a toll on him ever since you both met. His anger washed over him and it took over.

You were alone in your own anxious thoughts until Bumblebee came by to assist. This drove into Bumblebee’s desperate begging, pressuring you to join the team. You found out some strange aspects of him like how he watches you work in your office when you aren’t looking.

( yes, there will be a part 2 if you guys want it! )

FANFIC

You pushed your hat to the side of your car hood as you leaned onto the side, relaxing. The bright sun burnt onto your skin and jeez… It was boring as hell. Ever since those ‘Autobots’ arrived, crime has been at an all-time low. Sure, that stupid leprechaun is fun to chase after, but he’s never around anymore. You made your way out of the shadows of the alleyway and took a deep breath.

Life is hard. Life is stressful and it’s full of chaos. We will die sooner or later and we can’t escape our fate. Will you die next year? Next month? Tomorrow? Hell even the next hour? Why do we try when we are all gonna fall into the same fate? These thoughts slowly your mind out and-

“Hey, you okay?”

Bumblebee stood over you, leaning down slightly to appear more friendly. His silly horns and bright paint job beamed, his silhouette towering. You brushed your mind aside and nodded, placing a hand on your hip and leaning on one of your legs as your oversized belt shifted in your grasp. Bumblebee was gullible but not gullible enough to believe your casual change.

”Uh huh, sure. I know I’m not the guy to do this type of stuff but you can talk to me! I won’t judge or interrupt at all!”

”No, if I wanted to talk to somebody then I’d get a therap-“

“OH! Also what’s with the extra earrings? You usually wear those tiny; sparkly gems.”

”… Just trying something new.”

Bumblebee’s sudden change in topic did throw you off but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t too big of a deal and he was just being curious. You think he’s sentient… Did somebody like him actually pay that much attention to your appearance that he realised that you barely changed your earrings? You just shrugged and crossed your arms, clearly not taking him seriously.

”And do you wanna join the team?! Optimus told me to ask you!”

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew he was lying. You have told Optimus personally that you prefer to talk to humans and not robots, you weren’t the most comfortable when it came to justice and putting it at risk. If he was lying about his reasoning, why the hell did he even try to ask himself? Perhaps Optimus didn’t tell Bumblebee about your desire to stay out of the Autobot team… But that isn’t something Optimus would do.

The realisation then hit you, was he lying to get you on the team? Why?

”.. Think about it? What’s so bad about the team? We can play video games together! And this game called Uno? I heard Sari talk about it to Prowl but I couldn’t hear them clearly over Optimus’s annoying lectures. Some sort of card game I guess, what are cards? Also what is the point of lectures? They’re pointless and they’re just extended morals………”

You smirked at Bumblebee’s relentless talk, seemingly he could go on forever and you didn’t mind it at all. Sure, their just thoughtless groups of words stringed together, but he wasn’t hurting anybody.

“Bumblebee, I will not join the Autobots team.”

”Wait- you won’t? Why? Oh come on you’d be such an amazing aspect and you would make this team absolutely amazing! You could be my partner and we could chase down crime together!”

“You have Sari, correct?”

“Sure… But she’s 7 and you’re better! Please!! It would be so awesome!! You got nothing better to do anyways! You’re always at your office and you literally scroll all day. It’s stupid how you prefer to scroll then to hang out with m-“

“My office..? I don’t tell anyone about my activities in my office.”

You both went silent. You had an expression that screamed confusion. Bumblebee knew he had stumbled on his words and he didn’t want to make it worse by exposing more. Though he knew this, he was desperate.

”Look, why can’t you just come by at-least!? You literally do nothing and I’m better than that stupid phone! Why won’t you just come around and say hi, that’s the least you could do!”

”Sorry..?”

“Ugh. You and I have so much fun fighting crime together, why is it so hard for you to be my partner!? We’re both made for each other and that’s why we’re here right now. Can’t you just join the team!?”

”Dude, I’m sorry but I ain’t dealing with robo-“

“What did we do wrong!? Your stupid chief brainwashed you and now you think I’m the bad guy! Me in my alt-mode is faster than all of your stupid police cars combined, times ten! How about you leave those scummy policemen and just join our team!”

You backed away into the alleyway, finding you in your previous spot. You quickly made your way to the car door to make a quick escape from Bumblebee’s antics. Bumblebee leaned down and grabbed you. His face was filled with possession and his grasp was firm and harsh.

”You will join and you will like it.”

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Human Overlords

Really need to flesh this out, have so many ideas which way it could go.

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Something something magic something overlords are forcibly reverted to human and suddenly have targets on their backs. 

More than a few people want the chance to usurp their overlords and break the chains on their necks.

A few centuries in hell have given them abilities, of course, and some had physical prowess beforehand in hand to hand or weaponry… but when their access to demonic powers is severed, what chance do they have?

If they could stop the infighting and posturing for half a fucking second, of course.

Valentino, tall even as a human, tried to tower over people who were now within at least half a foot of him rather than waist/chest height. It didn't work as well as he'd hoped, and Alastor personally found it hilarious. Perhaps it was the attire that made it hard to take the former moth seriously?

“And if those fuckers break down the door, get inside, then what are you going to do, talk ‘em to death?” Val sneers right into the too-calm face.

“Hah, well no. Not exactly. However, if I am given access to any kind of weaponry, if dear Charlotte would stop being so panicked about human fragility, I can demonstrate my former alternate profession to you. Perhaps on your foul self, you seem fantastically expendable.”

“Oh go fuck yourself you frigid prick! Voxxy, what did you ever see in this little cappucino bastard? Granted he's pretty on the eyes, but he's rancid to the core-...”

Something sharp passes in the deep brown eyes, and a previously concealed blade slams deep into Valentino’s left shoulder as the slightly shorter man pivots and slams Val to the floor, pinning him effortlessly to allow greater opportunity to twist the blade.

It was a blink and you'll miss it moment. To the shock of many present, and the loud swearing of one overlord. 

“You seem awfully confident that your silly little act will keep everyone at bay, Valentino, but even you have to sleep sometime. And you are not even in the weight class of the most challenging persons I took down. But you certainly have their bluster..."

Vox pinched at the bridge of his nose, delighted at having one to pinch, and wondering how best to keep the idiot alive. He was also willing his arousal to stay down because it really wasn't that hot to see Al pinning Val and...

Ah fuck. He clears his throat.

“Val, please don’t taunt the most prolific serial killer of our century…”

“The WHAT?”

“It was hardly a secret, dear, do keep up.” Alastor grinned, the smile still sharp despite regular human teeth lining the gums. It was somewhat unnerving.

Vox remembered looking up everything on alastor when they’d been friends, when Al had trusted him with tidbits from his past. You didn’t want that level of cold, smiling anger aimed at you.

“Babydoll, cancel his ass on Vitter or something, avenge me!” Valentino whines at Velvette, who rolls her eyes and yanks the blade out.

Also to the shouts of many (mostly Charlie and Vaggie) who know basic first aid is to leave the blade in until someone can get medical support…

Angel tries not to laugh as the other pales, fingernails scrabbling on the floorboards. This whole situation is fucking weird, and he's not complaining about the eye candy or the time off from the studio but... this, was a memory going to live in his head rent-free for eternity.

He's going to title it 'Radio Demon penetrates Valentino until he screams' in his mental theatre, mostly becuase it would piss off both currently human overlords if they ever heard tell of it.

“Oi, stop whinging, it’s not life threatening.” Vel huffs, but is clearly oulling up a how-to guide on managing stabbing victims on her phone. She's ,ostly annoyed about not being able to pull it up with a thought, having to (ugh) type like some peasant...

Carmilla is agitated, primarily concerned around the safety of her daughters now that she and all the overlords who would normally be a protective factor against anyone trying something, were bound human.

Zestial was the most impacted, he had almost forgotten his human face at this point, having been from a time long ago. Human frailty was almost entirely alien to him now, and wildly disorienting.

Zeezi has to now revert her mental map of her body to something human sized, after pretty much just getting a handle on her dinoform in the last decade. It was a big change the first time, and now… ugh. 

Overtime, their death marks start to glow, and then slowly, horrifically, the injuries or symptoms begin to come on. A headache here, a persistent twitching of an arm there, etc.

By the time they realise, it’s almost too late to save them.

Not to mention the attacks from their thralls and the general public alike.

Lucifer is annoyed to be asked to help, but when Charlie asks for something… he’ll do it. Besides… it actually made some of the others closer to his height, say… six foot not over seven, so it’s not as much of a nightmare.

More importantly, he's using his powers to shield the suddenly human beings from angelic eyes, because Heaven would be right on up their asses like a rat up a drainpipe if they caught wind of this.

Over time, the other side effect is that the memories of living in hell are being suppressed. They react oddly to the demons in the hotel, sometimes with fear or fury, sometimes with violence, and othertimes... as if they didn't see them at all.

It was strange... and worrying.

Trying to keep them all from killing one another is also difficult.

And, let's be real... the chance to knock about an overlord 'accidentally' was something that Angel and Husk wouldn't admit to enjoying. Even Lucifer found a reason to knock Al into a wall with his wings and feign ignorance...

Except, these aren't sinners. A shove ddown the stairs has major consequences, backhanding someone caused major bruising when it's demon on human, and someone's ribs snap if they're slammed too hard into a wall.

That... takes the fun out of it. The consequences feeling off...

Husk thought he'd enjoy seeing Alastor's face marred with claw marks, but it just kinda... made him sad, especially when there was a moment the overlord's eyes went unfocused and he murmured something in frnech before blinking furiously back to the present. The grin returned, and Alastor invited Husker to do it again, maybe something more violent, really get his revenge...

But... the bartender just couldn't fucking do it.

And Valentino? He wasn't surprised the night Angel stormed into the guest room he was provided, snarling but resigned... waiting to be forced. And perplexed when Angel merely grabbed him with all his many hands and shook him, snarling that he would never be like Val. That even when the power was in his court, he would never... could never...

and hurled the human back on the bed, hard enough to sprain his wrist on impact, but nothing more as he stalked out.

As if he wanted to prove to himself that Angel could never be that way. He felt vindicated and sick, but he knew now.

Vaggie hovered around Carmilla until the woman finally addressed the matter. She spars with Vaggie, andd despite the disparity in strength, her ability and agility made up for it.

Charlie was BESIDE herself about this. Also the rampant attempted murder. How did this happen? How did they make it stop?

Why would ANYONE do this?

Lucifer had to ask Asmodeus to borrow some of his workers with their crystals, to check in on the graves of the overlords, only to find they were all disturbed. Someone had their bones.

But WHY?

For what end?

And that's when they started getting sick, getting tired, getting vague... when they started to bleed through their clothes from wounds that would disappear as swiftly as they appeared.

It was alarming.

This was a lot of effort for, as Lucifer put it, just a bunch of self important sinners. There had to be something else at play. A misdirection perhaps?

[Flesh out]

no real plan with this, just a vision of like, constantly stopping different overlords from trying to kill one another, and the violent nightmare that would be... before things go Very Wrong

[mayweneverdie]

Eye catching subtitle

This Is The Last Time (4)

Cw: yall know the drill. Forbidden romance, Leandros being an ass as in he chokes you and calls you a whore (billy badass over here 😒), blackmail kinda sorta, beta read? I hardly know her!

Notes: my fat ass cat Captain almost made this impossible, also would yall prefer if I made these longer (but less frequent) or keep them bite sized as they have been?

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Dark circles sat beneath your eyes. You hadn’t slept well since Titus’ departure, and that had been nearly three months now. During that time you had been transferred to serve under the Chaplain, Leandros. His presence sent chills down your spine with how cold and silent he was.

He has you replacing all of the old and worn candles, putty knife in hand to lift the dried pools of wax from the cold surface. You work diligently, hoping to be dismissed to the serf’s quarters sooner rather than later.

“You’re learning your place well… Titus had you spoiled, wouldn’t you agree?” Leandros’ vox cracks, he paces behind you. You dare not say anything.

Cold ceramite gauntlets snatch the back of your neck and whip to turn you around.

“You speak when spoken to,” He hisses as his grip tightens, “Wouldn’t you agree?” He asks once more.

You nod your head wildly, hands flying to release yourself from his grasp.

“Say it.” One hand now on your jaw to force you to look him in the eye while the first hand seems to tighten like a snake, constricting your air.

“Yes! Yes, my lord!” You grit and claw at his hands like a trapped rodent.

“Yes, what? Have you forgotten your manners?” Hands grow tighter. Your heart pounds in your ears while blood rushes to the points of pressure. Surely he’d pop your head clean off it he truly wanted to, though you’re certain he has other plans for you.

“I’ve been spoiled…” You sputter weakly and gasp for air once he drops you to the floor. Once more he paces around you, eyes trained on your own.

“I know your sins, whore,” He spits with such venom you would think he had grown fangs, “Did you think such actions would evade me? That I wouldn’t learn you had seduced an astartes?”

“Please…” You plead.

“You should have thought before acting out,” He growls, “Finish your task and leave my sight.”

Chaplain Leandros turns on his heel and walks into some unknown direction while you recuperate on the floor. If he knows of you and Titus, what hand did he have in Titus’ prolonged absence? You didn’t want to know. You wanted to scream and scratch his stupid face, though he always hid it behind his helmet.

After you’ve calmed yourself and steadied your breathing, you resume your work, scraping away the wax.

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Hey yall i hope you enjoyed!!! Idk if its just me but this felt shorter… idk! Anyways lmk what yall thought.

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[karaoke4fandoms]

Just watched the tgcf short film and I am happy to report that censorship is, in fact, dead

[achlyisdumb]

Hollow Escape AU

Chapter 1: Part 5/6

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[marshmallowgoop]

No matter how special it is, a kid's lunch is still just a kid's lunch.

I dunno, I liked "The Genius Restaurant" (Episode 1,089).

Happy (belated) birthday, Jimjam.

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[seiwas]

Hiya! I love your writing and I'm so glad to be seeing you on my dash bc I haven't in a while! For your writing revival game, can I suggest:

"Incandescent" and either Ushijima or Osamu?

hi cheesy! 🥹 this is so nice of you to say, thank you 🥹 i've been a bit on and off here and there over the past few months because work has just been so busy 🥺 but i'm glad to be back here too!! thank you for sending in a prompt 🥹

contains: established relationship, halloween outfits, miya dynamics

osamu + incandescent

there are a lot of reasons why atsumu loves you for his brother―you bring osamu food when he barely has time to eat in the shop, and you send picture updates in the group chat you have with the two of them and ma. you also give him your extra onigiri when osamu says he's had too much.

you're there for osamu in times when he can't be, and for that, he's grateful.

this time though, he thinks he might just be indebted to you.

"people're g'na ask ya to sit on me," osamu glances at your costume before staring at the mirror again. from the dining table across the room, atsumu is holding in his laugh, doing his best to keep the water in his mouth.

tonight is onigiri miya's annual halloween party, and you've managed to somehow convince osamu to dress as a burner―red incandescent light and all.

"so i will," you smile sweetly, adjusting the foam handle of your outfit. the theme for the party is: onigiri miya, and truly, what is more essential to the shop than an electric burner and its pan?

from the side of the room, you think atsumu nearly chokes.

"it'll be cute," you step towards him, reaching for the black switch along his hip, "plus, you even light up!"

in an instant, he glows red, the spiral pattern along his chest lighting up like an electric burner heating up. atsumu snorts, erupting into a fit of laughter as he slaps his knee.

"shit," he wipes a tear while holding up his phone camera, "can't wait f'ma to see this."

osamu looks at him from the mirror, deadpan, "yeah, show'er ya shitty dye job too."

because atsumu doesn’t look any better at all, dressed as none other than osamu for halloween―black long sleeves with an apron, a pair of gloves and osamu's actual work pants. the cap on top of his head rests on temporarily dyed jet black hair, but he's done it in such a haste that his blonde roots are still showing.

you laugh, never quite getting used to their antics despite being a witness to it for years. halloween with the twins is always a memory you look back on fondly, and you don't think this year will be any different at all.

[herenvibing]

cr3 is gonna end and the pc’s still feel like the same people to me :|

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[mymarifae]

holy fucking shit that scene with firefly and stelle. stelle praying before the bomb went off and sparkle shoved her off the railing. the fireworks. the way firefly caught and carried stelle and the fact that she was still holding her even after leaving the SAM suit. the hand holding. the way they spun around. the laughter. the joy and love on their faces. AAAAAAACK I FEEL ILL

[bookshelf-in-progress]

June Writing Wishlist

Finish something for each of the unfinished Chesterton Challenge prompts (current plans are for two pieces of flash fiction, a bit of Arateph worldbuilding, and two scenes from Shadowstruck)

Write at least 10,000 words of a single project (or, possibly, divide it up between two shorter retellings)

[sexynetra]

Guess the ship (easy edition)

🅰️👨⬇️

You mean the chronically online girlfriends Dawn and Amanda? 🥰

[cloverwood]

Hi!! I’m a Therian who is questioning fairykin. Do you have any signs I may be one? I feel really connected to them and nature. (I always just assumed it was bc of my theriantropy). I’m apart of the so called “fairy-tok” and the more I’ve gotten into it the more really felt connected to fairies. Walking on my toes to feel as if I’m frying, having dreams where I can fly, feeling right when I’m wearing wings, pretending to do magic as it feels like I should be able to. It all feels right but I’m not sure? What things would you recommend me to look for to know I’m a fairy kin?

hi hi friend! this...ended up longer than expected apologies in advance (^_^")

well for starters, anyone who knows me or who has been in my discord will know that I am very against "deciding" someone else's kintype for them or the idea that you have to have exact specific experiences to identify as anything. So the only person who can find this out for you is yourself BUT! I will share some thoughts that could help you and others with similar feelings.

For starters, what experiences would equate one person to be a kin of something could be entirely opposite to another's experiences of the exact same kintype. even more so with fairies with how broad of a concept we are. The 'little humanoid figure with wings' concept of a fairy for example (of which i am one also) is very unique to folkore of only the last couple hundred years or so and modern media (tho i believe modern media counts as just modern folklore. pixie hollow fairies are as valid as the sidhe.) But it means one persons "fairy wings and flying" fairy would be another's "troll tail and three fingers on each hand" fairy. Just something to keep in mind in regards to "signs" and why its very much up to your own personal interpretations and feelings.

However that isnt to say that comparing experiences can't be useful and it can certainly be joyous. I've def had some people open up to the idea of possibly being fairykin without ever them considering it before bc they described some experience i was like 'oh thats similar to how i feel as a fairy' and they go 'REALLY!?' bc many folks just don't know that much abt fairies or some other reason. But again its more about finding connection less than finding 'signs'.

Secondly it never hurts to just dive into some research. Learn about all the different kinds of fair folk throughout history and cultures. Different fairy media as well if you're more modern inclined (Brian Froud is a big influence on me). Fairies are very very broad and it may help to try find different ideas and concepts you're drawn to and help you specify ur feelings, tho def not necessary.

And thirdly, my advice to anyone questioning a kin (even tho i need to start taking this advice myself XD). Just try it! Just call yourself that even if you arent 100% sure yet, plop the label on urself for a while and if it it sticks? great! if it doesnt? oh well! now you know! It's really the easiest approach. Because theres literally no harm in being wrong here. it can feel a bit embarrassing or weird after but its hurts noone, truly.

hope this ramble made any sense at all lol. again i have strong feelings about trying to confirm kins using other people or looking for specific "signs" because theres really no sign other than "i feel this". At the most it gets tricky when knowing you feel a way towards a 'type but not the exact relationship (ie where i am with homo-cladotherian rn, not sure if its kin or hearted or a more complex relationship) and that one is a pickle but again just rly smth only u can figure out with lots of time and introspection. It's not a race.

I can't remember who said this, but I once heard "Your kintype is an identity, not a diagnosis." and it very strongly aligns with how i feel about approaching this kinda thing.

[northern-passage]

i got my laptop back from repairs today and decided to do a big "what have i been up to" post :-)

things have been kinda all over the place with me lately since march/april. i took a break from working on tnp & wrote one day hike (about 13k words if i remember correctly)

then i was working on faith, my neotwiny jam submission, which wasn't a lot but took a lot of reworking on my part with the word count limit and it was a fun challenge

i also at the same time was working on the first draft of a private project (a novel, i guess.... 😱) which i finished earlier this month and came in at around 100k~ and is now marinating in my files until i find the strength to start editing and redrafting.

this leads me to blood choke which is what i have been working on since, and takes place in the same world as my novel (and is similar in some ways and different in others) which i'm hoping to release the first 2 chapters of soon.

i did some little mini "games" also that i'm not sure will ever see the light of day hahahaha but i have another short kinetic story potentially for another jam that i think is sitting at around 2.5k right now.... i feel a bit self-conscious about it so not sure if i'll publish but it's a sort of companion piece to faith so! we'll see. the other one is almost 5k but it's not at all where i want it to be coding/UI wise so im not sure what im doing with that one, either....

anyways i know it's been quiet here, i've just been working on other projects, and also with all of the computer problems i was having (computer crashes/bluescreening and files getting corrupted) i wasn't working on tnp as much out of fear of potentially losing stuff, especially since my tnp files are Massive compared to my other work. however that has now (hopefully) been fixed with a new hard drive so fingies crossed 🤞

hope you all are having a nice pride month and thanks for sticking around o7

[cottage-worm]

i’m sad : (