#it's me I'm the omniscient oc

[singswan-springswan]

If I have to suffer the consequences of my compounded deranged delusion then so do you. take my hand

Jason Todd & omniscient OC drabble

words: 2391

summary: fresh off a duffle bag of heads, Jason takes a break from tearing up Gotham for a night of relaxed patrol. He stumbles upon a harmless curiosity.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death/beheading, organized crime, idk man it's the Red Hood

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It’s not that late when he starts his rooftop circuit. The sky is dark. It always is. One thing for sure: the day shift’s come to a close by now, and Jason is the first of the filth to set out for work. What he’s doing isn’t work. Not really. It’s necessary: that’s all.

He’s finally here, in Gotham. Crime Alley. It took years to get here, to convince Talia he was sane enough, to wrangle the green in his peripheral and keep it there. It got better after the duffle bag, and every addition to his fledgling business makes it purr in satisfaction. He’s so focused these days, there’s nothing to do but stick to the plan. Patrols—when he cares to call them that—are a rarer happenstance. He’s treating himself tonight. Sionis killed one of his lieutenants the day before. Blind rage. Point to Hood. Things are going well for him. 

He can’t stay still for long, of course. Patrol needs to be a flighty affair. Enforce his rules, onto the next. If he gets a quiet moment tonight, he’ll slip in his head, and that’s why he doesn’t do this often. For all his heightened anger, it sure disappears on a whim. He can’t have that. Hasn’t dared to have that. Not since the Pit. Patrol is like a vacation, after living in Nanda Parbat, and it’s the closest thing to home he has these days.

Usually, nothing happens on patrol. He’s planned it out that way. Break a few bones (usually not his), stop some muggings, maybe blow up a building or two. If he’s lucky. Usually he doesn’t have an honest idiot on his hands. Criminals, yes, because apparently the whole no kids rule didn’t resonate with everyone, but civilians? Civilian Gothamites aren’t stupid for anything. Unless you count living in Gotham.

This one might be fully dumb. He sees her in Sheldon, hunched over on a park bench. Thankfully, her stuff is consolidated—he can’t even see a purse at her side, but that small mercy is canceled out by the obvious lack of attention she sports. Her posture is wilted, like she’s been sitting there for hours, and she’s tensed in her dark hoodie against the growing night cold. 

The sight gives Jason due pause, because no Gothamite is dumb enough to stay out late and alone with such a large lack of wit about them. Least of all women. Especially in Crime Alley. Given that, she’s either here to cause trouble in his territory, or she’s just an idiot. It’s Hood’s prerogative to investigate.

He disengages from the grapple with a quiet thwip, drops down to street level on quiet feet. Giving his position away with loud boots is not strategic in this circumstance. He’d rather go in with the element of surprise—within reason, anyway. If she was paying attention, she’d probably know he was there by now; but as Jason stalks up behind the park bench, the woman doesn’t even flinch. There’s a soft scratching noise. Her elbow flicks out every now and then. Right-handed?

Jason gets close enough to loom over her shoulder, and she still doesn’t notice. Her bench is between him and the streetlamp, so he hasn’t cast any telling shadows. In fact, he can see now that the lighting is convenient for her. It falls neatly in her lap: a creamy yellow. It’s a book. A journal of sorts. For the aged aesthetic, with leather binding and everything. Real leather: not that dumb plastic crap Jason’s grown to despise. She holds the book tight with one hand and scribbles with the other—not writing—slashing stark blood red with every stroke of her pen. What?

Jason stares. He’s trying to puzzle out what on earth she’s hoping to accomplish—and wondering if he shouldn’t be concerned, knowing that tamer shit has caused more harm in Gotham—when something truly magical happens. It can’t actually be magic. Magic doesn’t survive here. But this is a near miss. One moment, the creamy yellow paper is a mess of scrawling red, and the next: the mess takes shape. She tilts her wrist, scores out a few simple lines, and the landscape changes. Shifts. Suddenly Jason’s looking at a picture. A damn good one.

The woman carries on with the sketch, filling it out, adding shadows. It’s messy and harsh, but clearly masterful. She wields her pen with practiced confidence. Like it’s magic. And Jason could maybe understand why such an act turns faeries to ash. 

He tilts his head for a better look. 

So an artist in Crime Alley. What are the odds? If she’s really been out here as long as her posture suggests, she’s had plenty of time earlier in the night to make a Gotham-standard scene—and nothing has happened. Maybe she really is as harmless as she appears. Maybe she is just certified stupid. This zoned in on her pretty little book, she’s a sitting duck for gangsters and muggers and other generic scum. Stupid lady. Pretty drawing though.

Jason’s never really seen art like this up close. As he recalled, the Demon Baby tried, when he thought no one was looking. But Jason never acted buddy-buddy with Talia’s precious knife brat, and down-time sketch sessions were never on the docket in Nanda Parbat. It’s kind of cool to see the process. A bit jarring, the way this lady does it, but that seems like her standard operating procedure. Jason has just mused about this when his brain catches up to his eyes.

Hang on. That’s… that’s him. She’s drawn a figure swooping through the air, and it’s him. Jason blinks.

Then mentally kicks himself. There are three other sketches on that page—completed—and they’re all him. The Red Hood. Varying poses: each unbelievably expressive, dramatic, scratched into the paper with drawling nonchalance, proud and swaggering and filled to the brim with grace. Like he’s an acrobat or something. The one she’s just finished makes it look like he can fly. She made him look beautiful.

For the first time in years, Jason can’t see the faintest tint of green.

He should be annoyed. The Red Hood isn’t a fucking vigilante hero: he’s an up and coming Rogue—Jason’s had no delusions about that. He should be pissed that she’s glorifying his gritty bloody persona into something better, but he really can’t be mad. What she’s drawn is gritty: it’s unrefined and imperfect raw and she even drew in red. In such a soothing color. It’s really fucking cool. Jason thinks about being annoyed and brushes the idea away (it’s not as hard as he thought). Would it really hurt if Crime Alley liked him? If random civilians thought well of him? The strategic part of his brain has to admit that a fanbase—while not factored into his original plan—would probably add a little weight to his final showdown with Bruce. And no, that wouldn’t hurt at all.

His leather jacket creaks as he folds his arms together, resting his elbows on the back of the bench. He leans close. 

“Is that really what I look like?”

The knowledge that she’s not deaf is comforting (his ASL is broken at best). At the sound of his voice by her ear, the woman jerks her arm hard, digging a long scratch of red across her page. She’s on her feet in a fumbled second or two. The breath of a gasp chokes at the bottom of her throat.

Jason can’t help but be amused. He stays where he is. By now, it’s obvious that she’s not a threat, and he’s feeling relaxed about it, and he’s never been known for his manners, so he doesn’t straighten off the bench right away. On the bright side, it probably cuts into his intimidation factor. Which is good right now. He doesn’t want to spook the artist.

She’s frozen by the lamppost, squeezing her pen and half-open book in a clumsy grip, staring shocked at the whites of his lenses. Her hoodie is a Knights hoodie. It looks old, and it’s a few sizes too large. He didn’t think she was this short. 

Her mouth hangs open just the slightest bit. She’s looking at him with a fair amount of holy reverence, equal parts fear and awe: stunned speechless. It’s kind of cute. Jason takes a second to feel good about himself.

“What?” He clips out, after a prolonged standoff where she fails to exhibit signs of life.

Her fingertips are pressed so tight against the leather of her book, they’ve gone white. Her lips form a soundless word that looks familiar, but Jason wasn’t paying enough attention in time to catch it.

He pushes away from the bench. She’s still staring.

“Are you having a stroke?” He doesn’t have time to rush to a hospital, dammit, but he wouldn’t feel good leaving her in the dark on her own, in Crime Fucking Alley of all places. He crosses his fingers. “Please don’t do that.”

She blinks, jerks her head a bit with the motion. “Hood.” She finally breathes out—finally breathes—and her voice is thick. “You’re the Red Hood.”

“And you’re an A-list detective.”

Her lips twitch. Up. The expression on her face is close to wonder, and her eyes are dazed, and Jason’s initial amusement starts to fade the longer this weird interaction drags on. Why is she looking at him like that? Like he’s—fucking Superman or something? He’s not a gift from above or whatever. At the very least, she should be quaking in her proverbial boots. (Jason spares a quick glance at her shoes. They’re not boots; they’re sneakers. Old and well-worn, but in good shape. She tied the laces pretty. He doesn’t tell her he likes them). 

Talia made sure he knew how to use the entirety of his frame, every inch of six-foot-four and broad like a fridge like Bruce, trained with the agility of a bird. “Assassin” was the word she used. But Jason said bird. It made more sense to him. Whatever the case, Talia trained him to press his visible advantage, to use his looks to strike a chord. Posturing like a well-trained killer at some random Gotham civilian should have made her flinch at least. Right now, Jason would be happy just to see her breathe. She’s going to make herself pass out; the freak.

“You do.” The pen fidgets between stiff fingers. Those few words seem to take great effort.

Jason blinks. He what?

“I mean—you look cool. A lot. And I uh, tried to do you justice but maybe it’s not on par yet.” She turns the book idly, scraping the leather with a nail or two. Like the afterthought of showing him her work again lingers in the subconscious. 

Oh, that’s an answer. She says he really does look that cool. Maybe. Is she asking if the art meets a standard? He’s really not the person to critique. He liked it. Not that he plans to admit as much.

“I’m flattered.” Wow. He wants to shoot himself. Thankfully, the vocoder neutralizes his sincerity, and the comment sounds dry. 

Apparently asking her to be taken aback by it is too much. The levity in her features brightens, for some God-forsaken reason. What the fuck is Jason supposed to do with that?

“Didn’t realize your shift started.” She says, after a few awkward seconds of ogling. Her expression solidifies the slightest bit. There’s… a new twinkle in her eye. Behind the resolve. Jason can see it barely, after years and years learning to read subtle facial tells. He can’t find anything sinister about it, but unease flickers at the back of his mind anyway. Why is she staring at him like that? What on earth does she know?

“Clocking in early?” She tilts her head at the question, all innocent curiosity that makes Jason itch. “Oh,” For half a second, her eyes go mad. “Glocking in early. Pfft. I’m hilarious.”

Jason hadn’t realized his hand shifted to his holster until she mentioned the guns. Alright, that was cute while it lasted. “It’s nine PM, sweetheart.” He growls, daring to take a firm step forward. She still doesn’t flinch. “We don’t appreciate humor this late at night.”

Of—of all things—that gets a rise out of her?

Nimble hands stutter on the book, and her face goes slack. Eyes snapping wide. “Oh.” She sounds sorry. “I’m sorry. Kriff—I didn’t mean—is it that late already? I thought—”

“You’re a moron.” Jason tells her in a flat voice, because she is. No one who loses track of nightfall in Gotham city isn’t anything shy of stupid. Least of all a young woman on her own. It’s a miracle she hadn’t already been kidnapped. Or murdered. Or worse. A miracle, or he’s been doing the city a few favors. But Jason hasn't been home that long.

“Sorry—sorry.” Her hands tighten on the book, and her gaze drops away. Omniscient gleam and all. If it weren’t for the bad lighting, Jason might entertain the idea of a flush on her cheeks. “I’ll get going. Thanks for… not leaving me out here.”

“I’m not walking you home.” He says bluntly.

“I meant: thank you for the time check.”

She’s wearing a watch, half visible beneath the hoodie sleeve. It’s working. The time is right. Either she deliberately ignored it, or she was so engrossed in her drawings of him that she never bothered to glance over. The second possibility sounds downright outlandish. But she’s not lying; he can tell.

Jason considers the weirdo for another second. Honestly, it’s not a crime to be an oddity. A huge inconvenience, sure, but not morally compromised or anything. Fucking Batman is a thing, for fuck’s sake. Comparatively, having poor situational awareness is tame. She’s definitely harmless. She drew him. 

“Get your head on straight.” He says, annoyed. Or, what would pass as annoyed. It’s only ten minutes of his night. In the grand scheme of his plans, he can afford the detour, especially to treat his eyes to the book she’s holding close. He’s not really annoyed. The interaction balances itself out. But he does have an image to uphold, so before she can go back to being all starry eyed over a serial killer drug lord, he whips out his grapple and high tails it. Stupid fucking weirdo artists ‘n shit. Freak.

(He does see her home, in the end. She doesn’t live far).

[lazyleafeon]

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[uceyliyahh]

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3783

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

TAGS⬇️ lmk if you wanna be tagged 🏷️

@paigereeder @pinkwithhearts @jstarr86

1.

Have you ever thought about running away? And starting somewhere new? Having a fresh start with things, especially having a promising career?

Tiana was doing that, starting somewhere fresh, living with her best friend Bianca in Cali after her messy breakup with Malakai when she saw him cheat on her with someone she knew.

But she wasn't worried about that man. She stood her ground while focusing on her career as a Nail Tech, getting her money's worth so she could have a place of her own.

She did the dumbest thing ever: She got this man tatted on the side of her right ear. Bianca convinced her to cover it with something pretty.

But she didn't know any tattoos around here; only Bianca did. She contacted a tattoo shop near them and scheduled an appointment.

OMNISCIENT

Tiana was finishing up with her last client of the day before shutting down the shop. She had a tattoo appointment afterward, so she wanted to get this done before she was late.

She focused on her clients' nails as she applied the last few bits of gems to their nails while turning on the curing light and placing their hands under the light.

Her phone beeped as she saw Bianca texting her, probably about her appointment at the tattoo shop.

Breezy💁🏽‍♀️: Tianaaaaa wyd girrrl?

Tiana: I'm finishing up my last client before heading to my appointment today.

Tiana: are you sure they're like legit? Bc if I get a fucked up cover-up, I'm going to kill you. 😀

Breezy: yesssss lele they're legit like this man owns the business chile. 😐

Tiana: oh fr?

Breezy: yes T

Tiana: do they have an Instagram page showing their artwork?

Breezy: yeah, I'll send it to you on Instagram.

Tiana: okay, girly, I'll text you later.

Breezy: bye, girl.

She turned off the curing light as her client looked at her nails with a smile on her face; she was satisfied with her results. Her client knew that Tiana was the shit when It came to doing nails.

Tiana instructed her to take a pose with her hands to show off her nails so she could post it on her IG story. She started doing nails when she was sixteen years old. Her mom and stepdad helped her with everything, and she was very grateful for that because look at her now.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: ouuuuu girl them are honestly cute asf.

sheloveemma replied to your story: BOOK ME NEXT NOW!

ughitsstacy replied to your story: girl, I LOVE THEM! PERIOD!

shelovekai replied to your story: damn, mama, you snapped.

She looked at Malakai's reply to her story as she just rolled her eyes; she could've sworn she had blocked that man she didn't want nun' to do with his toxic ass; her client paid her with an extra tip due to how much she loved the nails as she told her goodbye.

Tiana smiled at the woman as she went to lock the door, getting ready to sanitize everything before her appointment. She was wiping down her equipment and the table with a warm rag, making sure that everything was cleaned and that she wasn't missing any spots.

She checked the time on her Apple Watch, seeing that she had to leave for her appointment to get this nigga name covered up due to the simple fact that she got tired of seeing it every single time she took pictures.

Tiana did one last check around the place, making sure that everything was back to where it was, before grabbing her purse and turning off the lights as she headed back towards her 2017 BMW.

She entered her car by shutting the door behind her, grabbing her keys as she put them in the ignition, and pressing the button to start it up.

She applied lip gloss on her lips and began pulling out the driveway towards the tattoo shop.

✧.*

Tiana pulled up towards the tattoo shop, turning off her car while grabbing her purse. As she entered the place, she looked around the area. She saw the shop's very cultured aesthetic, and the smell of the place seemed so refreshing to her.

She noticed that two other people were sitting at the reception table on their phones. Since it wasn't that busy today, she walked up to them, and they both looked at her.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Kiara. What can I help you with?" Kiara asked.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment at 3:50," Tiana said as she pulled out her phone to show them her appointment.

"Ah, you're Miss Tiana?"

She nodded her head yes as she patiently waited while clinging onto her purse.

"And you're here for a cover-up?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." She saw the woman nod her head as she looked up at her.

"Okay, you're set, ma'am. Please have a seat. He will be right with you."

"Thank you," Tiana said as she sat down in the chair.

She was scrolling through her IG, seeing people had liked her story that she had posted an hour ago. Replying to people who responded to her story, she saw a text pop up, so she scrolled down to see who it was. It was Malakai from an unknown number since Tiana blocked him.

Weirdo: mamas, can you unblock me, please? I promise I've changed.

Tiana: Kai you finna get blocked again leave me aloneeee

Weirdo: you know that you're mines forever.

Tiana: tuh in your dreams nigga bye.

Tiana rolled her eyes while proceeding to block his new number. She was thinking, 'nigga probably using WhatsApp or TextNow to get new numbers.' While she was doing that, her eye caught something as she saw a man getting his equipment out.

She tried to make out his features but couldn't due to the door being closed. She would have to wait until she got in that chair, but she went back to scrolling through her Instagram.

Breezy: bestieee are you at your appointment?

Tiana: yeah, I'm here.

Breezy: good cuz Ik your ass would've forgot I'm so glad you're getting that shit covered.

Tiana: yeah, me too tired of seeing that shit.

Breezy: do you like the shop?

Tiana: yeah, I love the aesthetic of it, and it smells good.

Breezy: seee I told you I got'chu girl.

As she was texting away, she pulled her head up and saw the same man standing at the door, waiting patiently for her until Kiara said something to her.

"Excuse me, miss, but you can come in now," Kiara said.

Tiana nodded her head yes, grabbed her purse, and walked past the specimen while sitting on the chair. She placed her bag on the table next to her.

She looked up at the fine specimen, finally making out his features, and boy, was he fine as hell. He was wearing some sweats with a black graphic shirt, and his shoe game was on point. Of course, he had a mullet and ear piercings on both sides of his ears.

His toned muscular body, along with his Tanned skin and salt/pepper beard, it wouldn't be rude to her if she kept eye fucking him while he was getting ready.

"You getting a cover-up?" Josh spoke, breaking the silence.

'Damn, his voice was deep as hell.'

"U-um, yeah, I am around my ear, " she said, noticing that she was stumbling on her words.

It caused him to chuckled a little bit while looking at her face, "You ain't gotta be nervous around me, Princess Ion' bite." She was taken aback for a second. 'Princess?' Well, she hadn't heard that nickname before. Is he always like this with his clients?

Tiana shook off the feeling as he pulled out some designs to show her, to see which one she liked better. She looked at his designs and was amazed at his artwork; it was perfect.

But one design caught her eye. It just looked so beautiful: two butterflies with a cross between them.

"I like this one; it caught my eye," Tiana said as she smiled.

He nodded his head as he took the design that she wanted behind her cover-up.

He pulled the chair towards her and reclined it back a bit so that she could be comfortable. He put on some black gloves while grabbing the tattoo pen.

"Can you turn your head for me, mama? " he asked. She nodded yes and turned her head to the side.

He started working on the cover-up behind her ear. He noticed that a male's name was tatted behind her ear. He had a smug expression on his face.

"So you got a name tattooed on you?"

Not trying to be in her business, but was trying to be in her business.

"Yeah, I got this lame ass nigga tatted on me that I was with for a while until he did some messed up shit, so my bestie decided to hook me up." She said while being still.

"Hm, how long was yall together?" He asked while focusing on the tattoo.

"We were together for like two, almost three years, maybe?"

He smacked his teeth and shook his head in disappointment. " That's a horrible mistake to get someone's name tatted on you. I heard it was bad luck." She wanted to smack him upside the head but couldn't.

"Don't put that on me, sir. I want no back luck," Tiana said as Josh snickered at her.

"It's not funny, you bozo." He rolled his eyes at her while continuing to do his work behind her ear.

They were back into complete silence again, and she kept hearing the needle buzzing in her ear like some type of fly buzzing around her.

She kept thinking about her relationship with Malakai. It became so toxic for her that she couldn't even deal with his ass anymore after she found out he cheated on her.

Tiana felt like she wasn't going to find love again because she was afraid of the outcome, so she kept her guard up around men, especially the ones who tried to holla at her.

"Who's your best friend?" Josh asked her.

"Her name is Bianca. She told me she comes here often, " she replied while continuing to talk on her phone.

"Ohhhh yeah I know her, I did some designs on her not too long ago."

Tiana nodded her head, listening to him talk. His voice seemed to soothe her because it was so deep and raspy, almost making her sleepy, as she yawned a bit while rubbing her eyes.

He took notice of that, "Long day, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, I'm just hella tired. I'm not going to lie to you." She said.

He just hummed in agreement as he was finishing up her tattoo while turning off his tattoo pen; Jey had sprayed some alcohol on wet paper towel as he wiped behind her ear, causing her to hiss in pain.

Jey snickered at her reaction as she glared at him, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Aye, you wanted this, not me." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How much do I owe you?" Tiana responded as she pulled her wallet out of her purse.

"It's on me, ma; don't worry about it." She looked up at him with a confused expression, which had her thinking to herself, 'What does he mean about that?' Tiana put her wallet back inside her purse as Jey gave her a mirror to check out her new tattoo.

She turned her head a bit to see it, moving her ear to the side to see its design.

"Omg, this is really bomb as fuck." Tiana said.

"Thank you. I mean, they say I'm the best, better than my cousin, no shade or nun." She snickered at his comment as he reclined her chair upwards while she stood up to fix herself.

"Lemme get a quick pic so I can post it on my story." He said.

Tiana knew she was good with poses, so she turned her head to the side, showing off her cover-up tattoo. Jey took a quick picture of it before putting his phone down.

"Thank you; I appreciate it. I never got your name; my fault," Tiana said while monitoring his face.

"My name is Joshua, but people close to me call me Jey or Josh for short—whatever floats your boat, mama." Jey replied.

"I'm Tiana, by the way."

Jey thought to himself for a second while looking at her features deeply. she was a pretty girl that's fahso, and her personality seemed bubbly almost?'Whoever fumbled her cute ass is so unlucky now I'm finna be all up in that.'

"Tiana, huh? That's a cute name for a pretty girl like you; lemme me get your number, lil' mama," He said bluntly as she rolled her eyes at him while he gave her his phone.

He watched her type her phone number in while she gave him back his phone. They stood there in silence as they looked at each other until her gaze shifted towards her buzzing phone.

He watched her walk out his suite as he kept stealing glances at her ass; he knew that thang was thang in that one piece that she had on.

It was almost like he was fascinated with her in some way when they literally just met each other today; maybe it was her features that got him feeling like this with her.

But he had shaken them thoughts outta his head cleaning his equipment up.

✧.*

TIANA

I finally made it home. I parked my car in the driveway right next to Bianca's, turned off the ignition, grabbed my purse, and closed the car door behind me.

As I was walking in the house, I heard moaning and groaning upstairs, which made me realize that Montez was taking Bianca to Pound Town, which I personally did not want to hear.

I went upstairs towards my bedroom while shutting the door behind me as I took off my shoes throwing them on my shoe rack sighing in relief I really did hate being on my feet especially sitting on my ass too.

I fumbled onto my nice, comfortable bed and hugged the pillows until I felt my phone buzz. I thought it was Kai texting me again from a different number, so I went to see who was texting me.

'An unknown number ofc.'

Unknown number: did you make it home safe, princess?

Tiana: who dis?

Unknown number: Did you forget already? You were just here a couple of hours ago, girl.

I had to think about it for a minute since I tend to forget sometimes. The caller ID wanted to FaceTime me, of course. I hung up quickly because I didn't know who this person was until that person called again.

I rolled my eyes. While answering the FaceTime call, she saw a familiar face. That's when it clicked to her: It was Joshua from the tattoo shop.

FACETIME

Jey: now, do you remember?

Tiana: yeah, yeah boy now what'chu want?

Jey: I just wanted to make sure you drove home safe. That's all, princess.

Him and these damn puppy names was going to be the death of me; never had I experienced being called princess like I'm some princess from England or sum.

I placed my phone down on top of my dresser while unzipping my one-piece. This shit was killing me today felt like I couldn't breathe. As I was doing that, I proceeded to wobble my ass outta the one piece hearing Josh snickering.

Tiana: The fuck is funny nigga?

Jey: you, you is funny as hell wobbling like that shawty.

Tiana: Man fuck you, it was really tight.

Jey: mhm

I just rolled my eyes at him and gave him the middle finger. Finally, I got out of one piece and threw it in the dirt bin next to my bookshelf. 'Yes, I read, yes, I'm a nerd.' I was in my underwear while digging through my drawer for some comfortable clothing.

I felt his gaze through the phone, but I didn't speak on it, not understanding why I was getting comfortable with being half-naked on FaceTime with this man I barely knew.

Jey: damn, mama, you got a dump trunk back there.

Tiana: are you flirting with me right now sir?

Jey: maybe, maybe not. I'm just calling it what it is, princess.

Tiana: call me that again imma

Jey: or what?

I ignored him while getting fully naked in front of him and grabbing my towel that was nearby so that I could cover my body until I headed to the bathroom.

Tiana: I'm going to go shower, so I'm going to hang up now.

Jey: nooo, take me with'chu

Tiana: why so? Can you look at my ass or what?

Jey: nah I just wanted to stay on the phone with'chu.

Tiana: sigh ight then whatever you want dawg.

I took my phone with me to the bathroom. As I sat down on the counter table, making it look up at the ceiling, I heard him smack his teeth.

Jey: aye, yo ass betta get me up from looking at this ceiling.

Tiana: my fault, dawg. Lemme fix that for ya.

He seemed pretty annoyed when I did that, but I found it amusingly funny seeing him annoyed at my actions. Meanwhile, I unraveled my towel from my body as I headed inside the shower.

Jey: what do you do?

Tiana: I own my nail tech shop, so I do people's nails and get good tips.

Jey: Fr shawty? shi imma have to pull up to get a manicure from you.

Tiana: I can definitely send you the address to the place.

Jey: Bet that up fasho

✧.*

After taking a nice long shower, I was downstairs cooking me something to eat for dinner while still being on Facetime with Joshua. He was playing the game with his brothers, hollering and screaming at each other like some dogs. I noticed that Bianca came downstairs and came towards me to see what I was cooking.

"Ouuu girl what'chu cooking?" She asked.

"I'm cooking me some chicken in the air fryer along with some rice. I made extra for you and Montez, so y'all can eat after that session y'all had." I said while letting the rice sit.

"Omg, I love you so much, bestie, but who's that on the phone?"

"Oh, that's Joshua."

Her face looked perplexed for a minute, then it clicked, so she put a smirk on her face as I gave her a stern expression, thinking, 'I know this girl isn't going to try to hook me up with this man.'

"B, no, I'm not doing this with'chu tonight, chile." I said.

"C'monn, lele Joshua is a really cool ass person, bro, and then he'll be the first Samoan man you dated." She commented.

Jey: I know that's right, what's up Bianca!

Tiana: Shut the hell up sir

Jey: No need to be rude lil' mama

Bianca covered her mouth after he called me that. This girl is so dramatic. I swear. After finishing cooking the food, I sat down at the table while setting up my phone, and I began eating while watching Joshua play the game.

It looked like he was playing Call Of Duty. He seemed pretty good at the game, but his attention was now on me as his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Jey: What'chu eating, pretty girl?

Tiana: I made some chicken and rice.

Jey: you ain't gon' share it?

'tf he mean was I going to share it?'

Tiana: Um, no, I wasn't planning on it. Also, how the hell am I supposed to share this with' chu, sir?

Jey: never heard of pretending?

'ight he don't gotta be smart about it.'

Tiana: I guess I can share with'chu then you look like you've been starving sir so here boy.

He smiled like a cute puppy as I pretended to give him some of my food while he pretended to eat it. It was kind of cute and funny, and we both chuckled at each other while gazing into each other's eyes. For a second, I could read his facial expression well until Bianca said something.

"Aww, y'all two look cute, girl. Honestly, y'all would be the cutest couple." Bianca said as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Girl, please don't start" I said while continuing to eat.

"Don't be denying it now, lele; you two will end up fucking each other sooner or later and then be a happy couple." I almost choked on my food when she said that, especially while I was on the phone with this man.

I could sense him smirking through the phone as he continued to play the game, and I knew he had just heard what she had said. I'm not going to lie. He was fine as hell, but I don't know where his energy is at right now.

After eating dinner, I made sure I washed my plate and put it in the dishwasher before going upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and yawning.

Jey: you finna go to sleep?

Tiana: yeah, I'm tired

Jey: What'chu doing tomorrow?

Tiana: I have like four clients tomorrow, then after that, I should be free. Why?

Jey: You wanna go out for lunch or sum

'I don't know where he's getting at with this but I like it.'

Tiana: yeah, sure, that sounds good.

Jey: Ight bet I'll see you tomorrow then.

Tiana: Goodnight Josh.

Jey: Night, mamas.

Under Your Touch.

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A/N: welcome to a new storyyyy I honestly wanted to try something different and I got some inspiration from a story I read on tumblr so I hope yall enjoy this one.

Lmk in the comments below ⬇️ love yall.

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[therantsofawriterrr]

The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version.

Part One: We Also See Each Other At Birthday Parties

Overview: After getting back to a normal world with no powers, we see the Hargreeves trying to adjust to normal lives which somehow seems a lot harder to navigate. TW: uhh, emo discussions and stuff, mature language, sad people overall, some storyline changes because I'm writing it as the characters are playing it in my head, also long ass fic, I'm sorry. Pairings: Luther×Sloane, Diego×Lila, Allison×Raymond, Klaus×Dave, Five×OC, Ben×Jennifer A/N: Sooo, the fourth season made me want to forget it. Like I was literally thinking that I wanted Sir Reggie to use his memory-erase thing on me. This is for me and many others who wanted to see a happy ending, so uhh, here goes. I'm sorry if any of my imagination goes against fan canon, just think of them of my own hcs. also, im kind of using this to practice third person omniscient, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Btw, THIS HAS SPOILERS (potentially) because I'm also using some of the scenes from the season, stuff that I liked and all that. So, here goes ig.

Masterlist

What happens when you put seven superheroes into a normal world and strip them of their powers? It's an interesting question, a loaded question to be precise.

Well, that's what has happened now, with the Hargreeves siblings living their respective lives, trying to deal with the fact that they just had to live without their powers. They felt good about it, yes, but in some ways, it also posed a few difficulties.

Six years later, they were pretty well-adjusted. Or so it seemed.

Let's go to Number One, shall we? Luther Hargreeves, the self-proclaimed peacemaker of the family. At the moment, Luther was snoring in bed, drooling onto the sheets as he dreamed of a different life. A life with his wife, Sloane. A white picket fence, two dogs, and maybe even kids? But then, the scene changed. The kugelblitz appeared, taking his wife and world away, waking him up in a frenzy.

As soon as he did, he sat up, reaching out for her instinctively, only to find nothing but cold sheets. Tears started welling up in his eyes as a lump lodged itself in his throat, his hands going up to his face and his shoulders started shaking as he sobbed. This was pretty much like a morning routine, wake up, cry because of overwhelming grief, then get up and have some coffee.

The goofball of the family had turned into a depressed lover looking for his lost love.

As for Number Two, Diego Hargreeves and his wife, Lila Hargreeves, were quite literally living Luther's dream, with three kids and a wonderful house. But, suddenly going from crime-fighting and assassinations to dealing with kids, in-laws, a shitty boss, and the housewife life would be hard for anyone, don't you think?

Every day, Diego went out to work as a mailman, trying to get the mail to their owners with perfect precision. But, he failed, for his power was the reason for his perfect aim. And every single time, he felt insecure about himself. Now, he could get out of the truck and just deliver mail like a normal person, but then, this is Diego we're talking about.

Lila, on the other hand, has book club every other week. What the family didn't know, is that there is no book

They were a cute family, but they did need to talk to each other about some things.

Number Three, Allison Hargreeves was living with her husband and daughter, Raymond Chestnut and Claire Hargreeves Chestnut. While Raymond was happy living in a world where racism was a lot less than before and worked in a 9-5 job, Allison was struggling as an actor, trying to make time for family and land a good role. She also didn't really talk to the family except Klaus because she was afraid that they wouldn't want her, but she did regret her actions and felt lonely in that aspect of life.

Number Four was Klaus Hargreeves, the weirdest out of the group. It's those weird antics that also made him the most adorable in the group. Granted, he was a bit of a faint heart now that his immortality was gone, but the vibes were still there. But there was still the fact that he was three years sober, a fact that enabled him to wake up every morning with pride. Staying in Allison's basement, he had bubble-wrapped whatever surface he could, but being in charge of taking care of Claire finally made him feel useful in a way, so in short, he didn't really have any complaints.

And now, with his favourite brother Benerino coming out of jail, he could finally make him realise that he has a family as well!

Number Five, who was fine with being called Five, was working in the CIA, mainly investigating a cult that dealt with memories of another timeline. He used to dress up as a man named Jerome, putting on a fake mustache and a generic outfit to fit in. He clocked in early and left late, making people think that he was just another workaholic who didn't have anything to do at home.

But, there was a different reason. A reason that he wouldn't even tell his family. The PTSD of the previous many years, that he'd decided to ignore had finally started getting to him. He couldn't sleep without having nightmares of another apocalypse. The only way he could sleep without dreams was if he tired himself out to the point of passing out. Which is what he did.

Number Six, Ben Hargreeves was getting out of jail for being embroiled in a crypto scam. Granted, he had pretty much scammed too many people into losing too much money, but then why do people get involved in these markets if they don't keep in mind that it's risky? He could never understand people, really.

Now that he was out, he was free again, and he already had a plan to get away from the family once and for all. He didn't think he deserved to stay in a family full of love.

And finally there was Number Seven. Viktor Hargreeves, who was pretty much the strongest out of the group. But now, he just saw himself as an emo fuck-up who couldn't have a proper relationship, neither with his family nor with his partners. Building a life for himself in Nova Scotia had been hard, getting his bar business to take off had been harder, but what was hardest, was to actually commit to a person.

But then, could anybody blame him? He had lost too many people that he loved. There was Sissy, there was Harlan and there was the whole thing with Harold Jenkins. He was starting to think he needed to stay single for a while so that he could process his feelings and then put himself out there again.

But, even though they would do anything else, they did think that they needed to be there for Diego's first daughter, Grace's birthday party. So there they were, with smiles pasted on their faces in an arcade, where the children screamed while Diego and Lila yelled at each other.

"Diego! What are you doing?" She yelled into his ear, making him cringe.

"Getting the cake ready!" He yelled back.

"Piñata before cake! Go hang it!"

Diego went ahead and hung the fake horse with all the love he could muster and more. Though, Lila couldn't help but stare at him as he did, wondering how he knew that she had forgotten the piñata. She had called Diego up at the last moment in a panic, telling him about how she forgot to buy the West End one, and instead bought the East End one. Diego had just assured her and told her to breathe, telling her he'd handle it. He'd shown up with a vibrant horse, pretty much like the one she'd bought, but still different.

"What the hell are we going to do with two piñatas?" she'd asked, starting to panic again.

"We'll give the other one to Luther, babe. We both know he needs to get some of that anger out. Don't worry too much."

Diego stalked over to Luther carefully, handing him a bottle of beer and leaning back against the bar of some game, children shrieking with happiness.

"Hey, big guy," he said, internally wincing at Luther's answering grunt. "Where have you been these days? It's been what, a month since you'd called?"

"Just been busy," he said, taking a swig of the beer. They both knew how he'd been busy, but neither had the will nor the strength to discuss it. Diego missed him, but he sort of understood where he was coming from. He knew he'd go crazy if it had been Lila who had gotten lost after everything. He was pretty sure he would have been the reason for the world ending a fourth time.

Whereas Luther was mentally checking the wool-stringed map hanging in his house again and again in his mind, trying to figure out just where Sloane could be. He was hell-bent on finding her, to have the happy ending that they both deserved. He couldn't bear the thought of him living on while she died.

Elsewhere, Klaus had just entered the place with Claire and Raymond, with gloves on his hand and every other precaution he could think of.

"It's just a kid's party, Klaus. What's the worst that could happen here?"

"Oh, too many things. You of all people should know how dirty children can get, Raymond," he drawled in the typical Klaus fashion. Raymond only chuckled, shaking his head as Klaus cooed in excitement at the various candy stalls and selfie booths that were placed around the place. He had definitely been a weird addition to the family three years prior, but also an adorable one. His quirks made the house livelier for sure.

Allison, on the other hand, was sitting in her car, with her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. She was trying to convince herself to start the fucking car, to get home and practice her lines, but her eyes kept flitting to the rearview mirror, where the neon sign was glowing brightly. A sudden knock made her jump in her seat, and she turned to see Viktor, who she thought would be the last person to approach her.

She rolled the tinted window down to meet Viktor's cold but warm eyes.

"You aren't coming in?" He asked, voice frosty, but with a tinge of sadness in it.

"No, not really," Allison said, guiltiness lacing her voice. "I probably shouldn't ruin the party."

"Grace is your niece, too, you know," he said, looking at her firmly. "It's her birthday, and she deserves to see her aunt. Plus, the others care about her just as much you and I do, so they won't make a fuss."

Immediately, when she entered the place, she regretted it. Because while Diego and Lila were a bit warm towards her, Luther's gaze turned stony before he turned away. She wanted to run away and hide, but Raymond's comforting hand in hers gave her a little strength.

On the other side of the room, Ben was talking to Five, the one Umbrella sibling that he could tolerate to some extent.

"What was it, again? Ponzi scheme? White-collar fraud?" Five asked him with a smirk.

"Crypto exchange. Web 3.0, baby. Feds only went after because I'm an outsider. A fucking maverick like Elon.

"Well, that and you bankrupted a 100,000 people."

"The whole thing was like a witch hunt. I think I'm just gonna stay home now that I'm out."

"Yeah, well, say what you will," Five said with a small appreciative smile. "It's still good to have you back."

Klaus seemed to spawn beside them suddenly, putting an arm around Ben's shoulders. "Hello, Benjamin."

"Get your hand off of me, I don't know where it's been," he said with irritation lacing his voice, but Klaus was unconvinced. Even if he wasn't their Ben, he was Ben, and there was no one else that knew him better.

The party went on with the same vibes; somehow, it was the only Hargreeves party that's been normal. Usually, it ended up getting very chaotic and weird.

But then, all of them knew that they actually had fun in those parties.

Another A/N: I originally planned for this to have ten chapters, but nvm every chapter will get too long, so ig we'll just see how many parts this thing will have. Likes, reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated, please tell me if the transition from one character to other was too confusing or hard to process, I do that sometimes. Also, I do have a lot of changes, according to what I've seen on the tua tag, so I'll try to make stuff up too haha. Anyway, tell me if y'all like this or not, and tysm for reading

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for putting a sort of made-up, sort of real guy into situations?

(OC, 🌀 so I can find it later)

So I (19M(/♾️X?)) am pretty much a typical human right, except I can make these portals to an alternate universe which I'm the god of. And I mean like complete god, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, all that stuff (not omnibenevolent tho, as might be made clear). In a way, I am the universe.

This other universe has a rather typical society that exists in it. I mostly just leave them alone, but sometimes I appear to reward them when they do good and punish them when they do bad. However, separately from this society, a few years ago I made this guy, we'll call him H. Sometimes when I've watched a new movie or show, or played a new game, I go into my universe and put H into the situations of those things.

A bit ago I told my friend about this and they asked about the morality of it. I shrugged off the question, but it has made me think. A lot of the situations I put H in make him rather miserable and he usually remembers all of them (he only doesn't if not remembering is important for the plot of it), but when he isn't in these situations he lives in a literal paradise which he loves. He does have human emotion and in a way he has free will, but in another way he is just an extension of me.

Idk, I'm curious about what strangers on the internet think about what I'm doing. Not sure it will change my actions if you do say I'm an asshole for this, but we'll see

[lumdays]

INTRODUCTION POST ⁉️

"bro you should make an intro post" —me to myself just now

this will probably look messy for a while PLEAS DO NOT MIND IT🙏🙏🙏 WE BALL IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!

☆ - ABOUT ME

- you can call me [LUMI] 🔥🔥

- i am a [MINOR], pls do be mindful of that 🙏

- i'm [OK W/ANY PRONOUNS]!! and don't really mind being referred to as [ANY GENDER], though i do identify as [AROACE]

- my birthday is [15/11] because i have no idea what else to put here HELP I SUCK AT THIS

- i am an [ARTIST] ??? like i doodle most of the time, you can see my art on [#DOODLING MY LIFE AWAY] for 0.99€ TODAY

- i've been brainrotting my yuu oc [#SIYUN HAE] and the associated oc x canon that comes with them [#YUNDE] (🤮jade🤮juca🤮leech🤮 x 🤮siyun🤮hae🤮) lately...........

☆ - INTERESTS

(THAT I CAN THINK OF RN)

- [DANDADAN]

- [the girl from the other side]

- [WITCH HAT ATELIER]

- [TWISTED WONDERLAND]

- [no.6]

- [DUNGEON MESHI]

- [yona of the dawn]

- [PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA]

- [sasaki -> miyano/hirano -> kagiura]

- [surviving romance]

- [UNCANNY CHARM]

- [my in-laws are obsessed with me] (it's peak trust)

- [YOUR ETERNAL LIES]

- [omniscient reader's viewpoint]

- [EPIC THE MUSICAL]

- [ALIEN STAGE]

- [pjsekai] ??? i keep up w/the lore for mizuki mostly

☆ - OTHER SOCIALS

- [DISCORD] : lumnights

- [TIKTOK] : ramcatshackle

- [INSTA] : lumistruly

OK I'M DONE NOW BYE BYE

[benjineedssleep]

(fanfic) silly things in my 100k+ word wip that i really fucking love

i talk about this fic out of context a lot to avoid spoilers since it's not posted anywhere yet but... i really wanted to share a couple of things that might be a little too in context. anyways! lol-- the list is under the cut. proceed with caution if you plan on reading it when it's done :3

p.s. it's a sambastian fic but has a ton of other fun stuff. there's somethin' for everyone in there. (if you care at all, here's an intro to it.)

as annoying as it is to write, reoccurring items/motifs are so fun. like yes, i can and will be referencing a joke from ten chapters ago. and yes, that character sebastian knew? yeah, well, haley knew her too because they all grew up together and went to the same high school. it's just fun and a way i world build in a space that's already pretty developed.

speaking of the motifs, my favorite has to do with touch; the boundary between something explicitly platonic and romantic. pretty much every character toes the line but there are certain things, like hand holding, that just really take the cake for me. see it's not just hand holding. it's guiding. to go from holding a wrist to a few fingers to a palm and to then intertwine. it's fuckin' fantastic. even more so because it's such a small detail you can miss.

haley and vincent are two of my favorite characters to write. they have very specific voices and mannerisms and trying to keep it consistent and in character is such a fun challenge.

on that note, haley and sebastian are my favorite dynamic to write (other than sambastian obviously lol, the fic is theirs after all). they're both catty and their love-hate relationship is my favorite thing ever. i recently wrote a part where haley comes to him for advice and half the conversation they're arguing/dragging each other for absolutely no reason. and what makes it even funnier is they continue the conversation all the while this is occurring.

sam is full of shitty jokes and even though i only throw them in there a handful of times, i adore how cheesy he is. he just thinks he's so funny and, despite everyone's grumbling, they can't help but agree.

robin and sebastian's relationship is also fantastic. a lot of what i wrote with them is early on and needs to be heavily revised, but generally speaking, they're both flawed characters who fucked up their relationship with each other and being able to explore that in a healthy way makes me cry. it's just so good. everyone needs a robin.

abby is the most omniscient character in the whole story because she's not only friends with sam and sebastian (getting both sides of their stories) but also with haley (the town gossiper). the way the two girls kinda orbit everyone else while having their own shit going on is just a blast to write. they don't exist just to fuel the plot, they're their own characters. but also, watching them lose patience and start forcing their friends together like barbies while playing house is REALLY fucking amusing SDFUIHSDFH

internal battles are just SO juicy. most of sebastian's issues are internal and self inflicted. he's just in his head too much and does dumbass shit to try and cope with whatever he's feeling (that he doesn't want to, even if it isn't inherently bad) at any given moment. the main plot and catalyst for the story's problems is literally him not wanting to accept that having feelings for people is okay!!! he's so stupid!!! i love him!!! (he's also me sometimes... i fear...)

i'm not typically a massive fan of ocs in written fan fiction (i for some reason eat art/comics up though???) but i cannot help myself by throwing in random and irrelevant characters. there are two market-esque things in winter year 1 and all the vendors the characters talk to have names and personalities. all of them were made up on the spot and will (likely) never reappear, but i don't care. they add depth to something otherwise limited to a handful of canon characters. i haven't tried out any expansion mods for sdv but i totally get why people like them so much and write those new npcs into fics. the options increase like... sevenfold XD

speaking of ocs, i basically make irrelevant canon npcs into ocs in this fic. welwick the fortune teller? i made them non-binary and they genuinely have thousands of words dedicated to them and are referenced multiple times throughout the entire fic.

SPEAKING OF QUEER FOLKS-- anyone i add is some flavor of queer. i don't give a single fuck. there's an nblm relationship and there's a trans masc character and there will be many more random inclusions because i said so.

super minor detail that i technically haven't had the opportunity to add yet but background ships? characters who literally don't have audible interaction? i'll be writing that in. haven't decided who's getting blasted with the miku-beam-of-homosexual-pairing yet but i'm leaning toward harvey and elliot. and both of them have their own lines in the fic already. so they're real... (and i love them...)

sebastian opening up as the fic progresses, letting people into his life, letting people love him unconditionally... A U G H-- it's fucking fanTASTIC bro. i already have an idea of the exact way i'm going to end the fic and it has to do with this exact concept and the way it's physically represented in his collection of 'cherished items'. more than just abby and your mama care about you now my love =((( /pos

okay. i think i'm good. i can seriously go on forever just like with my headcanons. i just love writing so much. i LOVE IT SO MUCH-- also, before i go, take a shot every time i said something was fun to do. you'll be drunk as hell by the time you get back down here, trust XDD

[orangeboulevard]

Ink and What It Can Cause (oneshot)

dynamic: sub/dom, mlm content: dom/sub-> power play sorta-> wax play ocs!! Day One of kinktober!! Does not contain smut but still spicy teehee!

"Damien, please, I really must finish this letter and I simply cannot do that whilst you are standing there, hovering like an ambitious stripper," Bennett spoke through gritted teeth. 

Damien did not relinquish his hold on him, in fact, he then promptly rested his chin atop his head, chuckling lowly as he did. Bennett set his pen down with a huff, accidentally knocking over the ink bottle. The ink splattered across the parchment paper- he cursed and hastily set the bottle upright, but it was already too late; the thick black liquid had ruined the letter and his hands were stained.

Damien winced, "My love, I'm sorry." 

Bennett silently discarded the paper, pushing himself out of Damien's embrace: much to the other man's displeasure. Damien sat down beside him, watching him as he wiped his hands with a cloth (which did nothing to help). Bennett silently gathered another piece of paper: setting upon writing his letter again. Damien frowned, he had spent all day craving his lover's return and now that he was home, he was ignoring him, working himself tirelessly. That simply would not do. 

Damien playfully nudged the other man's leg with his foot, he didn't miss the way Bennett's jaw clenched. This was a dangerous game he was playing. Damien slowly edged his way further up his leg, tracing the insides of his thigh before almost- Bennett grabbed his ankle, stopping his teasing exploration. 

"No." His tone was firm. 

"Come on, Benny, you're so tense, you've been working all day... Play with me, please." Damien was using that tone of voice that always worked to make Bennett do whatever he wished; 'my heart, my devotion, my life' was what Bennett had promised to him. 

"Damien, no, I really must- don't look at me like that," he all but growled, turning his face away from Damien's pleading expression, the one with the sad eyes, furrowed brows, and pouting lips. Bennett released his ankle, "You're so needy."

"Only for you," Damien shuffled closer as his hands crept up Bennett's torso, "Come on, please. I've been waiting for you all day."

"Stop." Bennett swatted his hands away. 

Damien persisted, "Stop ignoring me, I know I'm more fun than your tedious paperwork."

"This paperwork pays for this house," Bennett snapped back, "Pays for dinner, pays for the nice clothes you wear, pays for your little brunches."

Damien scoffed, "It's not even that hard, I could do it. You must just be slow if you've been doing this all day-" His sentence remained unfinished as a gasp escaped him, Bennett had stood up and swiftly bent him over the desk. Papers scattered onto the floor, and the stacks of books and folders, fell with loud thumps against the carpeted floor. 

Bennett swiftly unhooked Damien's suspenders, pulling his shirt out from where it was tucked into his trousers and tore it from him. Damien's back was bare to him, his muscles' numerous planes and hard angles tensing: a delicious sight. His cheek lay flat against the desk and the cutting edges of Bennett's papers, he groaned slightly when he felt Bennett press against him.

"Pick up the pen," Bennett asked coolly, his hand gripping Damien's side with an almost bruising strength.

Damien glanced back at him, feeling infinitely small compared to the tall stature of his lover- a tangible deity, omniscient, omnipotent, omnibenevolent- "Sorry, what?" he shook from his stupor, swallowing.

"You say the work is easy?" Bennett stooped over him, his breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, his tone was cold when he enunciated, "Pick. Up. The. Pen."

Damien withheld the shiver that threatened to wrack his spine, he picked himself up slightly, leaning on his elbows. He picked up the pen. 

"Oh, so now you're listening to me?" Bennett scoffed, "That paper there, yeah, it's addressed to the governor. I want you to write this-"

Damien shakily pulled the paper towards him, he dipped the pen in the ink. His eyes didn't miss how Bennett picked up a candle from the desk and he pretended not to hear the sound of the matches being struck against the box (and he was certainly ignoring the steadily hardening length against his ass). He did as Bennett instructed him to, he addressed the letter to the governor and wrote down what Bennett asked him to.

So when the hot candle wax dripped across his back, Damien flinched, both confused and aroused. He looked over his shoulder at Bennett, his breathing was shallow and his pupils dilated.  

"You spelt that wrong."

And so it went like that: Damien trying not to let his thoughts and growing aching needs distract him from writing the letter and when it did and he messed up, he felt the stinging kiss of hot wax. Damien couldn't even pretend that he wasn't enjoying it, his body was reacting so viscerally to each scorching drop: his back arching and his breathing becoming shallower. His hips pushed against the desk, desperate for friction- of course, this was immediately stopped by Bennett's firm grip on his waist. He almost whined when Bennett moved away from him, the taller male took the letter and sealed it shut, blowing out the candle.

Damien remained bent over the desk, his eyes following Bennett's frame leaving the room. He returned with a damp cloth, his touch soothing and gentle as he cleaned up the wax on him, kissing each red sore. Still, this cute display was hardly appreciated by Damien, who was just so painfully hard.

"Benny, please," he pleaded.

"Don't bother me whilst I'm working next time," Damien could feel Bennett's smirk against his shoulder before he casually left the room, the door shutting behind him.

"Benny? Benny!" Damien called after him, "Bennett, you arse!"

[fantasy-cursedkrystal]

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I'm a female and aroace

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Meet KRYSTAL or KARMA

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(hiii im the anon who made the android>meeple, popcorn and desperate asks :]] my oc M.O.S.S <stands for Mechanical Omniscient (not very literal) Service System, theyre an A.I inhabiting a spare computer> is the one who made those asks bc theyre a menace >:] )

Y'know, you're very blackmail-able. I could take any of your posts about Ballpoint Pen and send it to your greatest enemies. What are you gonna do, chase me with your old man knees?

Excuse me, I'm quite fit for a 69 year old. (THIS IS CANON STEVE JOBS AGE SO I GUESS HES 69)

[huntunderironskies]

hi sorry to bother ypu again but i wanted to ask How would werewolves that still keep their old religion syncretized them together ? Especially when in regards of judaism

Okay, uh, this got really long, wow. Hopefully that makes it clear you have absolutely no reason to feel like you're bothering me because I love this stuff.

I do really hesitate to answer for Judaism because pre-Nicene Christianity and mysticism (and to a much lesser extent Sufism) are my focus areas so I am not an authority at all, but I can try. Also I've specifically taken a class on theological philosophy done by a fairly authoritative figure in free will theology so I think about the relationship between people and god/s a lot which means I can kind of give a generalist answer there. I'm primarily familiar with monotheistic faiths and those are the faiths that are going to have to do some extra theological legwork to explain everything so I'll focus on that.

This is SUPER long so I'm going to put it below a cut, I'll also talk a little about my OCs to give some ways that I've had characters hold syncretic beliefs in case that inspires some ideas.

Content...warning....???: Lots and lots of existential matters, big thinks on salvation, theology talk, etc.

First things first: I am very biased since religious mysticism is one of my academic interests but I think mysticism and in particular ecstatic mysticism would square nicely with werewolf existence. Mysticism is much more personal and visceral than more traditional faith paths and the sense of uncomplicated joy that comes with ecstatic practices would be a really welcome break from the usual werewolf things. For more tame forms of mysticism, the sense of unity and peace would be nice too but it's easier to imagine a werewolf drifting towards the more active forms.

Onto actually talking about syncreticism. This is something that Christianity and also to some extent Islam* is concerned about, but it's very easy to justify other powerful beings that aren't God if you've been faced with seemingly undeniable reality that beings more powerful than humans exist. You do have to kind of grapple a lot with the idea as humanity being God's ultimate creation but if you're a werewolf you're sort of faced with that idea already, I'll have to return to that point briefly later. The methodology given to me that metaphysicists use to justify the qualities of being truly worthy of all worship, henceforth referred to as a capital-G God for simplicity's sake, are that this hypothetical God would have maximal qualities, meaning that God would have the greatest possible power in all attributes.

You might be more familiar with the term omnibenevolence, omniscience, etc. in this case but for whatever reason maximal qualities gets used more. I would imagine because it's more directly indicative, it gets you out of the mire of having to explain that, no, omnipotence does not mean that God can create a rock that he can't lift. Trying to define maximal attributes** does get you into some weird places outside of the "rock you can't lift" trope, I know one thing we talked about in my classes was with regards to how omniscience could be defined. The ultimate conclusion was "holding all possible knowledge" but "all possible knowledge" didn't include every possible thought because it would not be reasonable for God to have the same knowledge that you or I might of "I am [name]," as that would imply that God is you or I and also everyone else who has any self-awareness. This is perfectly fine if you're a pantheist (as with the very confusing love of my life, Anne Conway, who I would conduct necromancy on just to pick her brain) but less so for most traditional monotheistic faiths.

All of this is to say: a werewolf who wants to hold onto monotheistic faiths can justify it easily and not have it be totally logically inconsistent. It's not that Luna, the Firstborn, or Father Wolf are false gods, nor are they Gods, they're just very powerful beings. You don't have to and in fact shouldn't worship them, they don't have the necessary qualities that are deserving of worship. You can emulate them to some degree, you can acknowledge they helped create you, that's fine. But your God is the one who has earned your worship. You don't start bowing before the first Rank 5 spirit that crosses your path, do you? Just because something is powerful doesn't mean it's worthy of your love and devotion.

And, I mean, maybe there's kind of a point in there. Any werewolf who has ever talked to a Lune can tell you that Mother Moon is kind of unstable. There's also the issue that Father Wolf is, you know, dead, no matter how badly the Pure Tribes wish that wasn't the case, so you can't do a whole lot with that.

Monotheistic pantheism or religiously focused panpsychism*** (which isn't out of the question for Christians, at least, Alfred North Whitehead and Anne Conway were panpsychists while Baruch Spinoza was a Jewish panpsychist) also provides a pretty easy out there and even kind of has some grounding since panpsychism and animism are closely related. If you're going with a Conwayist (this is a word I have just made up as one of the five people who really like Anne Conway) interpretation, you could have fully sapient Rank 6 spirits be another sort of middle-nature conduit between werewolves and God. Spirits can grant the omnipotent powers that God has, making werewolves more like-God, but they lack the omnibenevolent qualities and remain imperfect and not-like-God. Again, not things you should emulate, but part of God's perfect plan.

...actually I think I'm onto something here, I might have to double back to work on this later and make a Lodge with this as their viewpoint.

So on the upside for people who want to hold onto their original faith path, the thing about a lot of religions is when that magic is effectively real, suddenly miracles get a lot easier to explain. Prophets could be otherwise ordinary humans inspired by God but they could also be supernatural beings. Or you just start having your own miracle-workers who are supernatural beings guided by God. The Storm Lords in one game I ran were very connected to the Catholic Church and had their own secret saints they venerated, some of whom were Storm Lords, but not all. Storm Lords are very Catholic in general in my opinion. Big focus on stoically enduring suffering and trying to attain a greatness you'll never be able to really achieve. That's neither here nor there though.

Under this paradigm, Gifts are basically little miracles you can perform. Yeah, they're kind of grim sometimes, but so are the ones in saint stories. I mean, you get things like people carrying their own decapitated heads. Acts of God don't need to be tame or gentle or clean. Werewolves would absolutely be the more blunt-force instrument of divine power in this sense and it's something that a werewolf who believes this would want to embrace.

I think it also kind of helps out werewolves to know how closely connected they are to humanity and that a huge chunk of sapient supernatural beings (I would personally not say that God-Machine angels, spirits, most goetia, honestly kind-of-sort-of the True Fae, etc have both free will and sapience as a philosopher might define it but we are REALLY getting out into the weeds there) are born as humans. Some of them might still think of themselves as human, just either cursed or blessed by God, which still leaves humanity as the ultimate creation of God as suggested by the Bible. This is really more a Christian concern than anything else, though, I'm pretty sure Imago Dei is almost exclusively Christian as a theological concept.

That said there's definitely room to go the Lancea et Sanctum route and become incredibly self-loathing and see yourself as fundamentally damned or undeserving of whatever reward humans might eventually get. Living a life of extreme violence when most monotheistic faiths are generally against excessive violence would be a problem. Most faiths account for righteous wars of some kind (some Christian denominations would not, you'd really struggle as a Quaker werewolf) and the issue comes more in the form of Death Rage being indiscriminate. Directing violence at those who've earned it is fine, but you can't always do that. It's really hard to pull yourself away from the idea of being uniquely evil in that regard.

There might be a tendency to skew towards the Flesh due to that. Death Rage is fundamentally a werewolf's spirit-side coming to the front. They're not really a person anymore, they're a person-shaped conduit for death because they're in part spirits of the hunt. I think it'd be easy for a monotheistic werewolf to see their spirit-side as the "evil" half of their being and for in particular Christian werewolves...possibly also Sikh werewolves since I know that rage is one of the Five Thieves.

I did do a paper on Sikhi practice (I would have gotten to visit one of the few gurdwara in my region in-person and didn't because of the pandemic and I am still super bitter about it,) so I can touch on that a tiny bit as well. Sikhi syncreticism for werewolves would probably focus a lot on trying to control and overcome Death Rage. I cannot imagine there being a lot of Blood Talons among Sikh werewolves and the ones that are there would really, really, REALLY lean in hard on the "learning to control your Rage" aspects of being a Blood Talon.

Quick note on another consideration. For Muslim werewolves or any other Muslim supernatural being, the idea that anyone could become a prophet after Muhammad would be a huge theological no-go. Less of a big deal in the other monotheistic faiths, though. But a cornerstone of Islam is that Muhammad is the final prophet. I think your average Muslim Cahalith could and would make a case they have supernatural insight, but it's not necessarily God telling them how to guide humanity. I know that by Sufi folklore a few wali were supposed to have incredible awareness of events going on around them (the story I'm thinking of is an anecdote of a wali whose name escapes me who saw a bird suddenly fall to the ground dead and knew this was a sign that a sultan had died) but these miracles were not supposed to make them speak for God. Point is, I cannot imagine a Muslim Cahalith ever thinking of themself as being part of a prophet class from my admittedly still limited understanding of Islam.

Oh, Muslim werewolves would also have a leg up in the sense that it's acknowledged in the Qu'ran that anyone can become a Muslim, even jinn...or werewolves, and they'll still attain salvation so long as they follow God faithfully. I think you would see more self-loathing amongst Christian werewolves than Muslim or Jewish or Sikh werewolves, in short.

Also, not an expert on Zoroastrianism other than having a vague awareness of its influence on the other monotheistic religions and knowing the fun factoid that sometimes Zoroastrians were counted among the People of the Book early on in Islam's history, but I think that Zoroastrian werewolves would have a unique niche here in being able to justify their beliefs. From my limited understanding you could potentially qualify the Firstborn as being ahura while a lot of nastier spirits and ESPECIALLY Wound-related phenomena as being Aka Manah. It feels like a huge missed opportunity that there wasn't a Zoroastrian Lodge or that the Lodge of the Savior didn't have at least some Zoroastrian presence at some point or another. In its defense, the concept of the Maeljin being corrupted versions of werewolf Renown didn't exist until 2e (and to be perfectly clear, is a fantastic idea that makes the Maeljin and Bale Hounds more focused around werewolf concerns.)

Bloodless hunts would be super appealing to monotheistic werewolves as well. Claiming territory from wicked people, tracking down lost knowledge, that kind of thing. You'd also have to work a lot harder to make sure you're killing someone who deserves it. If they're sapient. Which, again, things like Shards and spirits arguably aren't. You can logic yourself into the position that the reason that murder is bad is because it's inflicting pain on someone pretty easily, you don't have to take a commandment at purely face value. If you explore why God has forbidden something, that gives you a lot more loopholes to work with. Ideally you want to be consistent with your logic, but not everyone is. The one issue is the Hunt has to be proactive by definition, while the most cut and dry examples of justifiable violence in these traditions comes from self-defense.

To get into how I've had my characters deal with theological issues...my only two still-Christian werewolves are Philippe (pictured in my avatar) and Levi (I've posted art of him a few times.) I'll talk mostly about Levi since his personal theology is the most complex and gives an idea of how weird theology can become if you're a werewolf.

Levi is a member of the Lodge of the Savior and is actively convinced that the material world is Hell while the Shadow is just another circle or facet of that. A lot of this is because the Flesh seems to have a direct link to whatever is inside Wounds, and it's way, way too easy to rip open a hole there. He can also see the God-Machine (long story) which really isn't helping.

Like most Thebans he's committed himself to hunting Malejin, killing Bale Hounds, and closing Wounds. He doesn't think salvation is beyond reach, but the way he's reasoned the world being as bad as it is is because in his personal theology, well, God can't help you if you're in Hell.

Most of this is heavily influenced by a regional cult called the Church of the Night Angel, which he is technically a member of. They believe that all sapient monsters are gifted their miraculous powers by a servant of God they call the Night Angel (who gets syncretized with a lot of minor deities and also is sometimes, albeit rarely, identified as Vahishtael,) but those gifts have been corrupted by a being known as the First Lie, the Spire, the Adversary, and about a dozen other epithets into what they are now (translator's note: the First Lie is the God-Machine.) The God-Machine, being jealous of God's wonderful creations, stole humanity from Him and trapped them in Hell.

They still have the chance to choose good, it's just harder than it should be. As such the highest duty they have is to fight the servants of the First Lie. These are defined as demons (beings without free will created by the First Lie to serve It,) the Pretenders (natives of the material world who try to deceive others into following them over God or His servant who has come to free everyone from Hell, the Night Angel, but ultimately serve a greater purpose in the world) and the Fallen-of-Purpose. The Fallen-of-Purpose are the worst of all these. The Pretenders and demons can't help what they are, but the Fallen-of-Purpose are monsters who make the active choice to do what the First Lie wants them to do by submitting to the evil parts of their nature.

Oh, to be clear as an aside, when I say material world I mean everything in the Fallen World. This includes places like the Hedge, Shadow, and so on. Those are just a different kind of Hell.

Note that as a supernatural taxonomy, this is a really bad one due to how loosely defined the categories are especially when you get really trigger-happy around things that aren't "of the Night Angel" and the Angelaltrists tend to speak very authoritatively about other monsters in extremely simplistic ways. Their attempts to fight the God-Machine also end up with a lot of splash damage and they kill both capital-D Demons and Angels without discrimination (and yes, under their taxonomy, Angels are demons. Don't think too hard about it.) You would be very hard-pressed to find an Angelaltrist who would take a Demon at their word that they've broken free of the God-Machine because all of them consider anything of the God-Machine to be ontologically evil by the transitive property. Things that are of the God-Machine are not of God and not of the Night Angel. QED.

Malejin are pretty definitively demons under this theory, and I'd almost say Levi is more an Angelaltrist than a Hound of God even if he kind of takes aspects of both. As a Storm Lord he primarily focuses his efforts on people who are being Ridden by Wound-corrupted spirits and people Claimed by the Wounded spirits, and of course to close Wounds as a preventative measure. He doesn't have to deal with any real regret for killing Claimed either. The person is long dead and the spirit killed them. You're just destroying a shell.

It's a matter of figuring out if the spirit should be eliminated for good from there. If it's a Wounded spirit, you're just conducting an act of euthanasia. It's destroying a rabid animal, nothing more or less. Better it die fast than letting it live through the pain of falling to the Maeljin.

He sees Mother Moon as being just one aspect of the Night Angel and a representation of her fiercer aspects, while Winter Wolf is an early creation of the Night Angel who is especially powerful and has attained something close to living sainthood. That's why he hasn't died yet (read: why his Avatars are still wandering about.) He's strong enough he's chosen to continue living and fighting, rather than taking the offer of eternal repose in the Night Angel's paradise that all good monsters are offered. This just makes Winter Wolf even more of an ideal to live up to.

Philippe is still trying to deal with the whole monster thing. After a very delayed rite of passage (which involved switching Tribes from the Storm Lords to the Hunters in Darkness) he's sort of settled comfortably-ish into his new life with some trepidation. He largely sees the Firstborn as being more or less real, but not possessing maximal qualities worthy of worship. Black Wolf is the kind, gentle mother you can always talk to but she's not God-- she kind of takes the place of Mother Mary here, or just a really, REALLY powerful patron saint. And when I've written them, I've had the Hunters in Darkness be pretty guilty of putting Black Wolf above Mother Moon and Father Wolf, sometimes to the point of thinking she's now surpassed Father Wolf as a hunter even when he was at the height of his strength. So he doesn't really dwell on them very much. Father Wolf is dead and Black Wolf is alive. Mother Moon doesn't really call that often.

He definitely sees himself as not necessarily of humanity but not undeserving of salvation because the idea of not being able to be saved doesn't square with an omnibenevolent God. Was the blood sacrifice of Jesus meant for him too? Well, probably. He can make the active choice to follow Jesus. He's making every effort to do good in the world. If you're looking at this from a process theology standpoint, the Bible was written from the perspective of humans, so of course they're only thinking from a human perspective and not including beings of free will that aren't human. That doesn't mean that God can't love someone who isn't human and that God won't save someone who's made the free choice to follow Him.

He's very focused on killing Hosts, unsurprisingly. It's pretty easy to justify killing them, they set themselves up as false gods, aren't really whole beings anymore, and like, when you get down to it, you're only committing one-one-millionth of a murder so that's like, a venial sin at worst. But do you feel bad for every blade of grass you step on? Do you feel bad for taking an antibiotic to kill a disease? It is technically killing something. But you can't keep living if you don't walk, and there's more blades of grass out there than you can count. You'll die if you let an infection spread and then you'll take other people with you because you were too soft. God understands that.

Also it's Wilmington, so he's in a target-rich environment. The Uglathu are a huge problem there and the whole region has been in an ecological death spiral for decades in part because of them. Otherwise he'd have to worry about diversifying into things that are harder to justify more often. He does avoid hunting humans and werewolves, all that said, and thinks it's generally the wrong thing to do except in the most extreme cases like Bale Hounds or Slashers. Especially for human criminals, that gets more into the area of things that only God can judge for. It's not a werewolf's place to intervene.

Well. Maybe you can gently nudge the human authorities in the right direction. But even that makes him feel a little guilty. It doesn't feel natural.

Sorry if this doesn't get into legalistic concerns much at all, I'm more focused on the metaphysical aspects of religion so I can't speak a whole lot to that. Werewolves being able to eat spirits would probably cause a lot of concern over what spirits are halal or kosher and what methods of killing them would be acceptable, but I have no clue how to answer that. I like thinking about how it is possible for something to become infinitely more full of light but not jurisprudence.

*post-script here to say that I had one of my professors, who is an expert in pre-Nicene Christianity and someone I admire a lot, say that generally speaking it was Christian theologians who really kicked off obsessing over what the qualities of God might be in the sense of "when we say God's hand is in something, are we giving human attributes to God and therefore suggesting God is like humans and not divine?!" type stuff. Rabbis tended to be more chill. I'll admit I've kind of taken what he says at face value since he's read a lot more material from that time period than me and also Saint Augustine had a huge impact on theology and he's the most neurotic man who ever lived so I would believe it. Him and his pears.

** another post-script to say that under this paradigm the God-Machine doesn't qualify as a God, we see plenty of proof the God-Machine is arbitrary and eminently fallible. While Its knowledge is obviously very far-reaching, and It's clearly acting with goal-focused behavior, you would have an incredibly hard time arguing Its actions are anything approaching benevolent and most free will theologians would take the fact It uses beings without free will as Its primary servants as hard proof It cannot be good

***yet another post-script to say that panpsychism is herein defined as all things possessing some level of mind, and that material differentiation are either inconsequential or purely illusion, if memory serves Conway was more in the first realm while Spinoza was in the second-- this will seem familiar if you've got any level of familiarity with Buddhism and after asking a few experts there's some consensus that Spinoza at least had some awareness with Buddhist philosophy and was influenced by it. It's less clear with Conway because we know way less about her life, sadly, and that's why I'm learning necromancy.

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2692

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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12.

OMNISCIENT Tiana and Jey went to the gym together because she felt unsafe going alone due to what happened the last time she went.

He was watching her do her reps, making sure that she didn't hurt herself in the process. He loved how he was admiring her doing her workouts.

She was struggling a bit with pushing the barbell back up when Jey took notice. "C'mon, mama, you got it." His encouragement just made her heart flutter as she managed to push it all the way back up, feeling the burning sensation in her biceps.

Jey put the barbell back in place while helping Tiana up, massaging her biceps as they felt very sore.

"That was good, mama," Jey said as he slapped her ass.

She winched in pain while punching him In his arm. "That hurt Jey, but thank you. Whew, I am tired, though, not going to lie." He nodded as he sanitized the bench that Tiana was sitting on and started to do his dumbbell bench press workout.

Tiana grabbed her water bottle, which was next to his while watching him do his workout. He looked so good doing his exercises, which made her want to pounce on this man like a lion.

It felt nice to her that they got to do this together since they were both busy most of the time. Tiana felt her bladder running thin, so she let Jey know she was going to the bathroom real quick.

She didn't want anything to happen while they were at the gym. After using the bathroom, she went to the sink to wash her hands while looking at herself in the mirror.

It's no wonder why Jey couldn't keep his hands off of her; she looked too damn good for her liking. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Jey finishing his workout as he put the dumbbells down on the ground.

He gazed up at her as she smiled back at him with her hands on her hips.

"Are you ready to go? So I can make us something to munch on." Tiana asked.

"Yeah, mama, I'm ready. Let's head out because I am a starving girl, " he said.

Tiana grabbed her duffle bag and her water bottle as she and Jey headed out of the gym. As they were doing that, Jey opened the door for her as she got inside his car, while he shut his door and did the same.

He was turning on the ignition before heading back to his crib to eat afterward.

✧.* TIANA We finally made it back to my crib. Jey parked his car in the driveway, and we got out of the car together. I walked up to the door while he was behind me, playing around like a little ass kid rolling my eyes in the process as I saw that Bianca and Montez weren't home.

Holding on to the wall, I took off my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack as I walked upstairs towards my bedroom while Jey followed me.

I opened my door and walked towards my dresser, picking out some comfortable clothes to wear around the house. I saw Jey standing there admiring me.

Taking off my sweaty workout clothes, I felt him from behind me pulling me closer. He was definitely hard right now. I mean, I wasn't doing it on purpose.

Wrapping his hands over my breast, playing around yet again while dry-humping me in the process.

"Joshhhhh I am hot and hungry, stop playin'" I whined as he let go of my breast.

He threw his hands up in defense, and he had a smug expression on his face before taking off his clothes and hopping in the shower with me.

As we were in the shower together, I was washing up my body, turning around to let the warm water hit my back. I saw Jey gazing down at me, and man, he looked so sexy. He always makes me look down at my feet, making me feel nervous.

I felt him grab my chin, making me gaze up at him innocently as he licked his lips. He placed his lips onto mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth.

I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands snaked down my hips, squeezing them a bit.

I knew that he was hard right now, rubbing all over his chest towards his hardened member, stroking it. Causing a groan to escape his lips as he grabbed onto my throat, removing his lips from mine.

"I'm finna fuck the shit out of you Tink, if yo' ass keep playin'" he rasped.

I raised my eyebrow at him, "You started it first, papa, so why don't you come finish it?" He liked how bold I was even though sometimes I would truly regret it due to how he is during sex.

Without hesitation, he scooped me up by my thighs and got to work.

✧.*

After getting demolished by this man, I was downstairs cooking us something to eat. I decided to make some honey BBQ wings with some fries for us. I began putting the flats into the air fryer while making the sauce in the skillet.

While I was doing that, I heard footsteps coming down. I knew that it was Jey coming from upstairs as I heard him come inside the kitchen, getting something to drink from the fridge.

Feeling his hands snake around my hips as he placed a soft kiss on my shoulder, watching me cook.

"What's on the menu mama?" Jey asked.

"I am making honey BBQ wings with waffle fries," I replied while stirring the sauce in a skillet pan.

"Ohhh, girl, you know just how to throw it down in here, don't you." I chuckled at his comment I mean my mother always told me food is the way to get into a man's heart.

He stayed behind me, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around my waist as I turned around and looked into his features.

"You know you make a good wife tink." He said.

"Oh? really? What's stopping you from getting down on one knee hm?" Teasing him a bit he hates when I do this to him.

"T, don't start with the teasing, and you know imma wife you up ion' rush into it." Nodding in agreement I could understand where he was coming from. I didn't want to rush into marriage; I wanted us to take it slow.

He slapped my ass before heading back upstairs, probably watching TV as I continue to cook us something to eat.

✧.* JEY I was upstairs in Tiana's bedroom, watching some YouTube videos while waiting for her to finish cooking. I thought about what I said earlier about making her my wife. I was serious about making that happen, but I didn't want to rush into marriage yet because I didn't want it to be a disaster.

Tiana meant the world to me. I would do anything to protect her, especially from Kai, whom we haven't heard from or seen since that incident happened at her nail shop.

I wasn't finna let nobody touch her. I mean, she can hold her ground by herself when it comes to Kehlani, but with Kai, that's a whole difference.

I hope his people ain't up to nothing dealing with his ass. I heard Tiana yell my name, assuming that the food was done, as I went downstairs and saw her setting up the table.

"Baby, you could've just asked me to help you set up." I said.

she shook her head. "It's okay, Bubba. I got it now, c'mon, so we can eat after that long workout we did today." She gave me my plate as she sat down, beginning to eat her food.

As we were eating our food together, I saw that her phone was buzzing. When she looked at it, her face scrunched up.

"What's wrong ma?" I asked.

"His momma sent me a message saying she wants her son released from the restraining order, " she said as she handed me her phone to read the text.

Ms Jackson: Hello, Hon. I wanted to text you and ask you to please remove our son from the restraining order. I promise he didn't do anything wrong; he just misses you, that's all, dear. It's so sad that you had to find someone else instead of being with our son.

My facial expression turned up a bit as I read through the message clearly. What the fuck is his mother actually serious right now?

I gave Tiana back her phone, looking up at her. "Are you going to respond or what, T?" She shook her head.

"I don't have nothing to say to her, if she believes her son didn't do anything wrong when he really did, he did a lot to me." I could see it in her eyes that she's been through this before with his mother and father I pulled my hand out as she held it with hers.

"Look, everything is goin' to be okay ma." I reassured her while she nodded her head I kissed her hand.

"Thank you for being here with me Josh it really means a lot." I gave her a smile as we continued to eat our food.

✧.* After we got done eating together me and Tiana decided to watch a movie together it was like a two hour long movie. We were cuddled up against each other on her bed as her head was on my chest while my arm was wrapped around her as my neck nuzzled against her shoulder.

As we were watching the movie, we heard a knock on Tiana's door. I sat up and went to see who it was, and it was Bianca standing there.

"What's up, B?" I asked her.

"I think Malakai's mom is in our driveway. I recognize the car from anywhere, " she said as Tiana turned her head and looked at us.

"What?"

"Yeah, she's been knocking on our door, but I didn't want to answer it."

Tiana sat up from her bed, sighing deeply. She didn't have time for this; all she wanted to do was be cuddled up with her man while watching a scary movie.

She walked downstairs and opened the door, seeing his mother standing there with her arms folded.

"Hello there, Hon. I see you didn't get my messages," Ms Jackson said as Tiana rolled her eyes at her.

"Ms Jackson, ion' have time to deal with you nor your son's bullshit for today." She said as she has seen me come behind her.

His momma looked up at me as she just smirked as she seen my hands on Tiana's waist.

"Oh? Is this your new boyfriend? He doesn't look better than my son, but that's not what I'm here for." I've seen Tiana fold her arms over her chest as her energy shifted.

"I am here because I want you to get back together with my son." Tiana's face scrunched up as she looked at me then back at his momma.

"No, thank you. I am not going through what I went through with him; I am in a better place, so you can leave now, Ms. Jackson."

Tiana was not having it with his momma. Getting back together with her son? That was insane, and he must have put his momma into this as well because she's totally delusional about everything.

"He was mentally ill—-" and that's what set her off as she pushed the door open, getting in his momma's face.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF HE WAS OR WASNT THAT MAN MENTALLY ABUSE ME AND PUT HIS FUCKING HANDS ON ME YOURE SO DELUSIONAL!" Tiana yelled as she pointed her finger in her face.

I held Tiana by her waist, trying to calm her down, but she kept going. "I AM IN A BETTER PLACE RIGHT NOW AND YO' ASS WANT ME TO GET BACK TOGETHER WITH YOUR SON?! TUH PLEASE." His momma stood there In silence, rolling her eyes at Tiana's outburst.

"Little girl, my son is innocent and wouldn't do anything like that. You're just a broken girl." The way Tiana got out of my grip so quickly as she snatched up his momma, beating her head in.

Bianca and Montez came out to see what was happening as she had seen her best friend beating up her ex-boyfriend's mom. I scooped up Tiana by her waist, and his momma was lying there looking a mess.

"Baby! Baby, look at me, focus on me. She's not worth it, mama, okay? She's not." I reassured her, and her eyes focused on me as I told her to breathe in and out.

She calmed down for a bit as she darted towards his momma. It looked like she wanted to kill his momma.

"Ms Jackson, I think you should go, and please don't show up here ever again." Bianca said.

We saw her getting up from her feet as she stomped toward her car before pulling out of the driveway.

Tiana was sitting on the couch, her head hanging low. Seeing that broke my heart, so I kneeled down to her height, grabbing her chin to look at her.

She had tears streaming down her face. I wiped her tears away, embracing her. It just pained me to see her go through this.

Stroking her hair as she cried softly on my chest as I kissed her on top of her head, trying to calm her down.

"Mama, it's okay. Nobody isn't going to hurt you. Ever again, and I mean EVER again, I am here for you through all of this love."

✧.* I put Tiana to bed in her room as I saw Bianca coming up towards me.

"What's up, B?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

"I just wanted to say thank you for being there for Tiana throughout all of this. If I hadn't mentioned your tattoo shop to her, we wouldn't be here right now, " she said.

"I understand B I got her, and she knows I'll be there for her no matter what." I meant that shit I don't want anything happening to her she was the love of my life.

I had already started to think about marrying this girl and having her have my kids, so I could understand where Bianca was coming from. She gave me a friendly hug as I gave her one back.

"Like seriously, I appreciate you, Josh. Tiana needed someone who could love her and be there for her, and you were the right person to do so, so Kai couldn't provide that for her, " she said.

"I am glad that I'm here now."

She nodded her head as she went back to her and Montez's bedroom, and I did the same. I saw Tiana sleeping soundly as I quietly removed my clothing while climbing into the bed with her.

I saw her shifting around in the bed as I pulled her closer to my warm body, and her head was on my chest. I admired her beauty; she was so cute whenever she fell asleep on me.

"Josh....?" I heard her mumbling in her sleep.

"Go back to sleep, baby. It's okay; I'm here." I kissed her thick lips, seeing her drift back to sleep as I did the same thing.

Under Your Touch.

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A/N: sigh not Kai's mama playing a role in this she's so delusional did her husband hit her upside the head or sum?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter. Lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[jeonstudios]

Boy am I about to rant in this ask lol

The amount of people who want them (jk, OC) in DC to be end game makes me question whether they would survive a serial killer in a horror movie.

Basically, all I hear is "yeah he was mean to her, called her names, told her she doesn't deserve to be treated nice from men..BUT he's hot and said sorry!" Like...you really missed the point. I'm not saying they can't end up together but my girl OC has been through hell and back with the opposite gender. She needs to heal first lol

Also I'm glad DC is taking it's time because girl you ALMOST had me not read the rest of the chapter when I read she asked for handcuffs.

I was thinking "has everyone suddenly got amnesia and forgot he was mean to her? But oh well he's being nice to her so let's jump forward to a relationship... 👏 grab the handcuffs!!!"

Honestly I really don't think as of now they should be end game but let's see what he does to atone for his previous treatment of her. Does that mean that once he apologizes with words or actions he can get together with OC? Probably not, but it's up to OC. She hasn't been treated nice or as an equal from men. JK is too good to be true to just forget how she's been treated.

(and now for my literature interpretation of this series so far lol)

I really hope the next chapter with jks pov can clarify some of my doubts because the complete 180 he did is so....I can't wrap my head around it. He insulted her appearance, her chest, that she doesn't deserve flowers...but now that he found out she's a SA victim NOW she deserves to be treated like a human. NOW she's a woman deserving of flowers 🙄

I'm gonna give him a crumb of doubt because at the time, his friends, who are the perpetrators of OCs trauma, were nice to JK.

It's hard to imagine that a friend who treats you so nice can have this horrible side to them and assault OC. Not only that but they implanted a false narrative of what went down and because they are so nice to him, he took their story for what it was.

It's easy to say from an outsider perspective "well why didn't he come to his own conclusion and investigate before automatically assuming it was true?" But we're not omniscient. We can't predict the future and this perspective comes from what is known now vs what little information you had then. And this can fall both ways like yeah he didn't know much back then but also he could've dug a little deeper but that's such a rabbit hole I will not dive into cuz it's a neverending cycle.

ANYWAYS, Now that he's got the other side of the story, WITH PROOF, he wants to get justice for OC and maybe even start a relationship with her (TBD), but how can you do that when you were also indirectly hurting her with your words that further pushes her to not trust men? That further deepens her wound/trauma/wtv you wanna call it.

I mean think about it, if you were OC, you were close to dying at the hands of a man who wanted sexual gratification one way or another, and then it kinda swept under the rug...she's never gotten true justice. And because the guy hasn't been put in jail, it gives him an ego boost to think he got away with it and rubs it in OCs face by making up a false narrative that everyone believes and turns against her, further isolating her from who she can count on.

First, by getting away with the assault, he's won, and now by having people turn against her and hate her, he's won again.

DC jk and all the things he's said and done to her, indirectly adds more salt to a wound that hasn't healed. Yet again another victory to the perpetrator.

So at this moment, a "sorry" and "I'm not like the other guys, I'm a nice person, I took a knife for you, you can trust me" isn't enough for OC to heal. OC even said how she wants to trust JK but after everything she's been told, after everything she's been through, it's hard to put that guard down and just trust him. Because that's also how she was assaulted by her previous partner.

So...with that said, let's see what the next chapter reveals because right now the plot is in the middle and it can go in any direction. I think it was a good choice for OC to leave bc that whiplash from jk being rude to the greenest flag ever might be a bit too much for someone like OC who's only ever had bad experiences with men.

As for the romance between JK and OC, let's put it in the back burner! Lets put these cowards in jail first and then we can talk about it.

My girl OC needs therapy...

Oof! Sorry for the rant but I'm ready to look like a clown if the next chapter completely destroys what I just typed lol 🤡🤡🤡

to be fair and maybe play devil's advocate, i feel like, to many people, jk has already redeemed himself. because we already knew he was horrible to her before, but he did apologize pretty sincerely for how he acted because he didn't know. and then he died for her (but survived lol) only to go on to rat all the rotten men at the station out and take them out, one by one. then he tried to respect her decision to lay low for a while (literal months) but had to check on her because he was worried for her safery. and then he convinced her to stay with him because of that worry. so he's been "taking care" of her while also working almost day in and day out on catching the ones who raped and tried to murder her (and him!) while also trying to "uncorrupt" the station. not to forget that he went to her friend and talked about reopening her case against one of their colleagues that drugged her, and he didn't do that to earn brownie points with reader.

so i think it's a little of "he thought she was the evil perpetrator but now he knows that she's the victim"? more like they not only assaulted her but trashed her character?

but yeah, they did feed him a false narrative, which he shouldn't have believed!!! so his first and maybe biggest mistake is trusting these men over the woman blindly when he's very much aware of the fact that men do stuff like this? so he definitely should've talked to her instead of just believing them and then going to such lengths to "avenge" his friend.

because yeah, even if he's shown himself to be a good guy now, reader can't know exactly why he's acting like he likes her. if that's because he actually does like her or if there's another reason. because as she's come to know him, she realizes that he probably would've told her if he thought she was pretty and was attracted to her. and knowing everything that he said, it's understandable for her to doubt if he has feelings for her or not.

so i definitely understand both sides, both the people feeling like yeah, it hurts to know what he actually said and how he treated her, but he's shown (actions over words) that he's actually a good guy and if he can explain himself and thoroughly apologize, there's still a chance. and the people who feel like he went too far and the wounds are too deep no matter how good of a guy he is now.

anyway, thank you for your analysis!! i really enjoyed reading it!! ♥️♥️

[camp-sky-heaven-on-earth]

Welcome to Camp Sky

Camp Sky is Camp Half-Bloods brother camp for the Chinese Demigods.

We are located at Flower Fruit Mountain.

To get to Flower Fruit Mountain, you gotta travel to Luoyang City in China and Ring the shrine bell that is labeled "Heavens Gate" or "天门" and Sun Wukong will come pick you up. If all gods are busy a spirit will open a portal for you to enter the camp that way.

DO NOT RING IF YOU ARE NOT A DEMIGOD THE SPIRITS THAT GUARD THE SHRINE WILL DEVOUR YOU RIGHT ON THE SPOT.

Greek, Norse, or Japanese demigods has to ring the visitor bell (the tiny one next to the main 天门 bell)

We usually do not have quests -our brother camp usually takes care of those- But if so we send the oldest/strongest to accompany the chosen one for the quest.

This blog is run by @yue-the-moons-child/@koiyan-hades-kid-with-a-system

Now let us introduce the camp councelers! (if any photos changed from the last time you saw it, it was because the artist doesn't like reposts of their art)

Sun Wukong

arts in order by: @ shadow_painter and @ T0ffeeC0w on Twitter/X

Yoyoyo! I'm Sun Wukong, the monkey god of trickery, the activities director of Camp Sky, and the main rallyer of Chinese Demogods My partner in crime is Macaque, and my own children. Call on me for any help if I ain't busy

Why I'm here? I may have pissed off the Jade Emperor again and the Gold Star of Venus had to save my ass again and for my punishment, I had to help with Nezhas Camp. Bullshit if you ask me so I dragged my partner in crime with me.

Nezah

arts in order by: @ FedoraGato on Twitter/X and @ SweetDrxmz on Newgrounds

I am Nezha, God of victory, courage, success, and power, patron god of children and filial piety, and creator of Camp Sky. I oversee the camp and its residents. I ensure all are taken care of, claimed promptly, and safe from harm. If you need my assistance, you may find me in my temple or at the pond.

Why did I make this camp? I was tired of seeing Demigod kids being deserted and left by my fellow immortals, so I created this camp as their heaven on earth.

Macaque

arts in order by: @ StariiKat and @ shadow_painting on Twitter/X

I am Macaque, the nearly omniscient being that can hear all. I can hear the past and future do not play with me here. I am Sun Wukongs partner in crime that he dragged along to help with HIS punishment. Should honestly get him back for that. I am in the shadows too so eyes and ears are everywhere. I am the monitor and punisher of the camp, but for the little kids, I do shadow puppetry for them.

Why am I here? Sun Wukong did something stupid. Aren't I dead? Readers of the original Journey To The West books may remember that Sun killed me for impersonating him, but he dragged me out of the underworld to help him in his consequnce. Honestly, before then he popped by in hell to talk after he chilled the fuck out about that incident and we've been buddies ever since.

If you wanna be part of Yue's adventures you can submit your OCs to @yue-the-moons-child or straight to this blog!

Before you do, we have ground rules and a template

No opness, unless it's Sun Wukong kid you can put a smidge of opness but not too much-

No romance with any of the gods please they will remain platonic-

demon ocs are accepted :D

just have fun :D

Name: Height: Godly parent: Claimed or unclaimed: Powers: Preferred weapon Personality: Physical description: (Optional) Background lore and plans for lore: (Optional) Picture of your oc:

This blog is a product of My fanfic/Expansion of the Riordanverse: Yues' Legends of the Stars

This camp and Most of its characters are my product and any impersonation of me, any planarization or modification of my work or characters are strictly prohibited.

Some OCs in the works are submitted to me to use or I have been given permission to use them in my work.

[junebluues]

i think i need to introduce myself but umm… hiii i’m june or zoren (if you’d rather not pick one then just use zoju !!) i’m kinda just making this so people can see what im like before they follow me because i forgot people could do that…

my pronouns are he/they and i’m ftm and i am also aroace!! i like to read and write + i do acting/theater in real life…

my interests are like everywhere but as of right now i really like lacey games, omniscient reader’s viewpoint, alien stage, madoka magica, and your turn to die!!

i am a minor… (age in my carrd which you should def read) and i’d say i’m pretty young so the ages that i listed in dni are just there to let you know that if you’re weird at those ages i’ll probably just block you. if you seem okay to me then you can stay

my music taste is everywhere too if i’m being honest… i like mitski, nastyona, twice, enhypen, ateez, stray kids, newjeans, nmixx, kiss of life, a LOT of different musicals, weezer, the smiths, etc. just listing this here just in case people like the same music!!!!

edit: i have a lot of sideblogs... i'm adding them here!

-> @bittersweet-adagio : for alien stage fan season 39! the main ocs i include on this blog are khoi, sai, ellie, and vera!

-> @shenenenigans : for alien stage fan season 40! the main ocs on this blog are nene, sirius, xael, and numa!

-> @disillusionedhope : yet again another alien stage fan season... this is for season 41! my main ocs are akari, basil, elodie, marin, mira, and shichiro!

-> @brightstarofnoct : sirius ask/rp blog! have fun asking my most confusing oc questions!

-> @season40 the alnst fan season blog that i run!

[3lliethesmellycheese]

Hello! My names 3llieTheSmellyCheese! I just got into Tumblr recently and plan on posting my art here due to problems I've been getting on other sites/platforms. My art isn't that good, but i see lots of talented and wonderful artists on Tumblr and find myself getting inspired to try and not give up on what makes me happy. I plan on posting content of my OC's and random doodles/sketches i make, Some things about me are-

•I support LGBTQ+ (part of it lol I'm pan, my family doesnt know so, pretty angsty about it lmao)

•I like drawing

•I'm also obsessed with coffee to an unhealthy point

•I'm in a LOT of fandoms (Trigun, Shadows House, One Piece, JJK, Link Click, MXTX (all of her books fr), Omniscient Readeslrs Viewpoint, No home etc)

•Bangladeshi

Thats all i have the brain to write ^□^

Ps: PLS REQUEST ME TO DRAW SOMEONE, ANYONE FROM THOSE FANDOMS I'VE LISTED ABOVE