#my mind may be a mess but as soon as everything is written and we start cleaning it all comes together it just takes a while ^^

[pruneunfair]

Ranking every manhwa villainess and white lotus I could find.

Keep in mind these are all opinion based.

#22: At the very bottom of the list is Sumin Jeong from Marry my husband

Now, like almost everyone else on this list, Sumin is kept a level that is below the FL Jiwon so she can never best the hero. However unlike the others here, Sumin has not once been shown to be anything other than a dumb and evil bimbo who talks like elmo even before Jiwon regressed, her reasons for wanting everything Jiwon has make no sense and she has no flavor to her, no backstory that makes sense, no real charm since it's lost as soon as possible, all she has going for her is a distinct design.

#21: Charlotte-the villainess maker

Honestly, Charlotte is about as forgettable as the comic she's from. She doesn't do much, just basic bland white lotus tropes over and over. She is portrayed as a sweet heart but she's secretly a jealous vindictive mean girl, she loses everything to the FL because she's too basic for the not-like-other-girls readers, nothing really revolutionary about her, but this could be chalked up to the story shes from canonically being an abysmal mess written by the FL when she was 14, Sorry Charlotte.

#20: Iris Van Conrad-Today the villainess has fun again.

A step up from Sumin when it comes to backstories, still not the greatest but it makes a little more sense. She's more passive aggressive since her actual plots are destoryed in nanoseconds by the plot, she gets dunked on so much I wonder if she's supposed to the Villainess or a discount Meg Griffin. Considering the fact to that Reilynn is pedo coded, Iris is less of the two evils.

#19: Aisha Selir-divorcing my tyrant husband.

Shes okay, But like Charlotte, Aisha isn't very noteworthy, as usual, any attempts she makes to best or outsmart Robelia are met with utter failure, she could be something really great if she were just allowed to make a mark on the plot. Like actually have Alexandros take responsibility instead of blaming her for her existence. Her design before the art shift was pretty enough and I'm pretty sure she's being possessed by a vindictive soul so that might explain why Aisha suddenly became a villain when she's described as being dainty, sweet, and a general damsel and saintess in the story within DMTH.

18: Fonta Magnus:the tyrants only perfumer

Fonta is the type of antagonist that would be adored as a isekaied protagonist. She doesn't really do much though since she gets defeated over and over with the same plan of copying Ariels ideas (how original, no pun intended) I like her though just because her design reminds me of cartoon goth girls, specially Gwen from total drama island.

#17: Benela Verdi- the princesses jewels

I don't care if she seduced Ariannas father or killed her brother, Arianna was out there acting like she wouldn't do the same just to get with a sexy man. Benela may suffer from the same problems every other villainess does but if ranked them based on that then almost all of them would be on the bottom. This image of her drinking her stress away is accurate to how I felt reading this one.

#16: Claudine von Brandt-Cry or better yet beg

I absolutely adore Claudine and she's not really a villain but unfortunately the narrative says she's a so she'll have to count. It's why she's this low since she's just a woman who gets in the way of the main ship

As you can probably guess, her only crimes are being condescending to Layla and valuing superficial values such as wealth and status, crimes that somehow make her worse than Matthias in the narratives eyes. Justice for my girl Claudine ✊️

now we are moving up to the middle tier

#15: Diana-for my derelict favorite

This girl has more protagonist material then Hestia ever will. Sorry but Hestias entire thing is just being a rich girlboss, simping for Cael and damning any woman who broke his heart including Diana, who is the saintess that opposes murder, Wow! Who would have guessed that the saintess woman wouldn't endorse literal murder! Could she have communicated better? Yes, was she always in the right? Hell no. But she's got more character in her pinky toe then everyone else in their entire bodies to I salute to her.

#14: Irene/Aileen Hascator- I didn't mean to seduce the male lead

I have a weird relationship with her. One minute I'm impressed because she actually does manipulation pretty well at first with making the lives of those who won't swear loyalty her unbearable in very smart ways, she'll buy all her friends expensive dresses so she can stand out in a simpler one, she'll defend the black sheep and make her into her friend to keep up her sweetheart facade, unfortunately it's all so she can get with a boy where she goes nuts on anyone who gets near him.

#13: Freya van Furiana- how to get my husband on my side

I really loved this manhwa, almost all of the characters are complex and 3 dimensional with a great commentary on abuse, ED, and family dynamics, with that said I was a little disappointed seeing Freya as another basic white lotus who only wants Izek for herself, it won't take much even a little more character traits would help because Freya isn't just some random girl who became the ogfl, she was the childhood friend of Izek and Ellen, so we should've gotten to see a little more too her then what we got

#12: Mielle Roscente- the villainess turns the hourglass.

Beautiful design, basic but rather solid goals, a charming personality, Mielle has all of that in the bag. She secretly wants Aria and her mother out of her life since they aren't of noble blood (before the terrible Arias a noble plot twist) and she's really entertaining. However I'll never understand how she managed to destroy Aria in the first timeline if she's such an idiot now. The first timeline also takes the blame off of Arias shitty actions with "Mielle tricked her into being evil!" It ruins the charm since Aria, as a villainess should be allowed to suffer the consequences while not wanting to quit.. since you know, she's not meant to be a good person.

#11: Isabella de Mare-sister I am the queen in this life

NOT YOU!

THIS is the Isabella I'm talking about

Absolute genius, she knows that Ceasre is a bastard and not just in the literal sense, she doesn't even love him and just wants that sweet sweet power and wealth. Fooled Ariande for years that she was on her side and as a bonus she can easily say she wanted revenge for Alfonso to the public if they ever found out she was behind it all. But the best part about first timeline Isabella is her villain monolog that women mean nothing to men, putting your life in their hands is a fatal mistake and if you want to make it to the top, you gotta crush the opponents. But alas we never see this version of Isabella after Ariande goes back in time

Higher tier now, the best of the best who managed to make it this far

#10: Rhyse/Lise Sinclair- not your typical reincarnation story

Yeah shes technically being controlled by the author or hell maybe she is the author I have yet to finish this one but for once we get a comic that doesn't immediately pit two women against eachother and actually gives a solid reason for her to be at odds with Edith. When something doesn't go her way, Rhyse doesn't throw a fit and turn on the water works no no no. She stands there, awkwardly, almost like the real Rhyse is wondering why she feels so jealous and angry with Edith for stealing the spotlight. She's incredibly ominous too when that purple mist surrounds her to force the other characters back into place. All while she's making friends with Edith in a possibly geninue friendship.

#9: Isis Frederick- the villainess reverses the hourglass

I'm pretty sure most of us can agree she's the real villain of TVRTHG since she basically started and encouraged the whole operation to begin with from afar, the puppeteer if you will. Killer design, a great fear factor and an evil sister done better. Wish she had more time to shine.

#8: Diane Poitier- I abdicate my title as empress

What already sets her apart from other evil concubines is that she was there before Adelaide so her reasons for being upset that another woman is showing up to marry the Emperor is reasonable, obviously her actions aren't but I still felt bad for her since no one in that palace gave a damn about her, Diane got ruthlessly belittled and ignored for not being useful to their liking or simply being too desperate and when Adelaide tries to not make an enemy out of her, Diane is looking for anyone to direct her anger on but the redemption arc as short as it is, makes up for it.

#7: Leila- villains are destined to die

My favorite ogfl turned villain. Leila is pure evil no questions asked. She steals the body of Yvonne which played a part in taking the latters reputation to a degree in the fandom and starts brainwashing everyone around her. That's what makes her so terrifying, one minute you could be at your highest and you feel like you rule the world, and next minute it all comes crashing down when the face of your long lost sibling arrives with fake tears in her eyes, ready to destroy everything you hold dear.

#6: Soleia Elard- seducing the villains father

I can't believe I'm saying this but a classic black magic witch is a unique villain in the manhwa world. During her introduction she's already causing mayhem by trying to kill Yerenica with black magic, and at first you'd think she's another "I want my hubbies affection!" Chick but no, she just wants to marry Erudian to have his child and use said child to avenge her family and destroy everything, characters are all frightened by her because she actually gets shit done instead of failing every minute of the day, and even after all that, she's allowed the privilege of life by getting a redemption arc.

#5: Cosette Weinberg- I was the real one.

She deserved so much better!! 😭 Cosette, my baby, you were set up to be such an amazing villain with high intelligence and well thought out plans, why did they have to give you the good old plot induced lobotomy! Girly wasn't just smart but there were actually times I could get behind Cosette. When Keira gave a maid 100 lashes after she insulted and wished death on Keira, it was Cosette who took advantage of an actual truth with only a little bit of exaggeration, they were both evil but only one of them was rightfully called out for it. Honestly just read the novel, the manhwa did it dirty.

#4: Marianne Edenverre- into the light again.

Nah someone get this baby to a church and give her the aggressive baptism 10 times over, I'll always be wondering how the hell did that 10 year old get her hands on a demon in the first place, the fact that the family never found her hiding behind a door or closet staring into their soul like a paralysis demon is surprising cause I imagine she would do that and be like "it's just me sillies, I would never mean to scare you 😛" she's a well written villainess who I wish would have a little bit more screentime but her powers and what she can do honestly confuses me (like that whole body-swap thing)

Final 3 everybody, you ready for this?

#🥉: the 3rd place medal goes to Dodolea Castor from My in laws are obsessed with me

Another real villainess, putting everyone off guard with her initial gacha life brat persona only to be hit in the face with disturbing levels of cruelty that can only match a psychopath, she looks straight out of an uncanny mr incredible meme with that light skin stare shes got. Straight up laughs at Therdeos trauma while being well aware that she tried to SA him and how it affected the poor guy and later proceeds to attempt to kill and later kidnaps his wife. There's no remorse, no regrets, just the souls of innocents behind those huge eyes.

#🥈 : the second place medal goes to Verta Alberhart from depths of malice.

She isn't even the antagonist, no that's the protagonist! And honestly, the only white lotus in the main lead spot I've ever read so far. And while she has a messed up backstory that explains why she's so bitter, she still full on embraces it. Vertas way of being granted a second chance isn't even because of some goddess or divine power, she just snatches the body of a suicidal noblewoman and wreaks havoc on all of the disgusting noblemen in her path. She cries on the court trial of her fiances murder while secretly laughing knowing she set the whole thing up and slowly ruins the life of anyone who fucked around and found out.

At long last, we reached #🏅, and the crown goes to none other than...

Rashta Ishka from the remarried empress!

Hear me out now, this isn't just me being biased. Rashta earns first place because even though she is rendered an idiot who's only use is being worse so everyone else can look good, she still managed to do something unfathomable. She earned the respect of a fandom that initially hated her with all the fiber of their being and now she has a growing fanbase of real people, not fictional characters, actual fans. People are literally turning on one of the most popular manhwas that started it all for its treatment of Rashta (because who would guess that people are uncomfortable with the fact that a former slave is the ultimate evil and not the guy who tortures people just for shit talking the FL) and even though there is still a big part of the fandom who despises her, she still lives in everyone's head rent free. The trashta meme is more well known than Navier as a character and her character arc will always be superior and far more interesting than everything else in the story, after all remarried empress did start to decline after her death.

Jesus christ this took so long, I had to do so much rereading and fact checking but it was worth it.

[yexthiccxa]

Secrets of the Second Shift - (Part 1)

summary: By day, you are a strong, independent, and dominating force at a successful tech company. By night, you live a second life as an escort at Blinded Bliss, a high-end hostess club. Here you relinquish every ounce of control you hold during the day. It isn’t about the money—you don’t need it. You’re there because you crave freedom of letting go. But when you meet a mysterious client leaves you wanting more, you discover his hidden life might be more similar to yours than you think.

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✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦

This week has been long, the type of week where minutes feel like hours and hours feel like days. It’s thirty minutes to five and each tick of the second hand feels like it’s crawling to meet the finish line. Thankfully it’s Friday—the one day a week where you can let loose and finally feel free.

The thought of this type of bliss only brings forth anticipation, but before you can even think of turning off for the week, an email hits your inbox and your stomach drops.

Subject: Acquisition Notice - Zenin Tech & CurseCore Solutions 

It’s from Naoya Zenin, your manager—charismatic enough to climb the corporate ladder, but smothered with an ego that thrives on undermining the women around him. You click on the email with disdain written all over your face.

As you may have heard, Zenin Tech Inc. has successfully acquired CurseCore Solutions. Their team will be joining ours, and we will be having a team meeting to discuss logistics and the integration of both companies first thing Monday morning. Please be prepared for the transition and be ready to contribute to the planning process. I expect full cooperation from everyone.

You read it again, trying to process the information but the words blur your mind. You knew this acquisition was going to happen, but not this soon—just weeks before your promotion. This was supposed to be your moment, but knowing the financial state of the company, this would push the review cycle and send everything into chaos.

Your heart sinks as the frustration rises within you. Naoya’s name alone sends a ripple of irritation through your veins. It’s no secret that he never plays fair. But this, this is personal. Your promotion was in the bag, and now? Now it’ll be anyone’s game, and you’re not willing to let that go.

The anger boils over, and before you can talk yourself down, you're already standing in front of Naoya’s office door. Your fist knocks sharply against the wood, and you don’t even wait for a response before you enter.

Naoya doesn’t look up from his desk as you storm in, his eyes still glued to the screen. His usual self-satisfied smirk is plastered on his face.

“You have 2 minutes. I’m about to pack up,” he states—voice laced with annoyance as he finally glances up.

“This is going to mess with everything and you know it” you snap, unable to hold back the frustration anymore. “I’ve spent months in this uphill battle with you trying to build this product and this entire team with the shitshow that you handed me. And now we’ll have to bring on all these people who have absolutely no idea what they’re doing?”

Naoya’s gaze turns cold, and he leans back in his chair with the casual arrogance that makes you want to slap him. “What can I say, the company came with a great manager and his team was the deal breaker. It’s just business.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. No words could describe the rage that coursed through me.

“If you’re as good as you think you are, your promotion will still come through. If you think CurseCore’s manager is a threat, then maybe you should reevaluate,” Naoya sneered.

You narrow your eyes, knowing this is just another attempt to reclaim his power. The words linger in the air between you, unspoken but clear: try all you want, a woman like you could never reach the top.

You force a smile, tight-lipped and brittle. "We'll see about that, Naoya."

With that, you turn on your heel and leave, your mind racing. This felt like you were climbing a slippery slope, but you’ve worked too hard to let him win. Determination fills your heart and you’ll do whatever it takes to secure your place.

As soon as you step out of the office, you close your eyes for a moment, drawing a slow, deep breath to center yourself. The anger you feel from the encounter with Naoya is just a shadow, fleeting and unimportant. You can’t afford to let it control you. Life working at Zenin Tech was only half the battle. The other half outside of work is a whole other story.

As you pack up your belongings and make your way to the car, you feel your shoulders lighten and the furrow between your brows soften.

Outside of the office, you’re not the sharp, dominating force who claws her way through Zenin Tech. Instead you’re the woman who offers herself to the thrilling sensations that await you behind the platinum doors of Blinded Bliss—a high-end club where clients come to indulge in everything they can’t have in their daily lives. Here, your power comes from relinquishing control.

You could say Blinded Bliss is a hostess club, and you could call yourself an escort, but it doesn’t feel anything like that. You don’t do it for the money—thankfully Naoya pays you enough to keep you stable. What you truly do it for is the escape. For once in your life, it’s a space where you don’t have to fight for every inch of respect. You can just exist and bliss naturally follows—plus, getting paid a little extra never hurts.

You walk through the platinum doors and take comfort in the entryway’s soft curves and dim lighting. The transition in your demeanor is always a smooth one. The change of clothes, the makeup, the deliberate shift in posture. By day, you are calculated, efficient, in charge—but by night, you are dripping in sexual prowess.

Your manager, Satoru Gojo, meets you as soon as you walk in. His presence is immediately soothing, as always. If there’s anything Satoru knows how to do, it’s how to take care of his girls. 

“Ah, there she is—one of my favorites,” Satoru croons.

“You say that about all your girls,” you playfully chuckle.

Blinded Bliss may have started out as your typical hostess club, but Satoru has turned it into something that feels out of the norm. While client satisfaction at the club is important, your satisfaction is non-negotiable . No scrubs, no duds, only suitable matches allowed for each of the girls—otherwise they’re banned until a new recruit comes along who can match your style. After all, what else can you give a man who has all the money in the world? Apparently nothing, except the satisfaction of knowing how and who will pleasure his girls.

"Big night," Satoru says, his eyes sparkling behind his signature blindfold. "We’ve got high rollers on the client list, and I’ll be handling your sales personally this time around.”

You smile, the tension in your chest loosening.

Typically everyone switches off when it comes to sales negotiations and matching clients—one girl acts as the sales assistant, while the other presents herself in the hot seat. When a deal is made the sales assistant may step away.

It’s always nice when Satoru’s in charge. His easy confidence makes you feel like you can just relax and let everything else fade away. The world of Zenin Tech, the pressure of the job, the promotion—none of it matters here.

After getting ready, you head to your assigned room and Satoru greets you at the door, “Welcome my dear, your throne awaits.” He opens up to allow you in first and follows shortly behind you.

The room is large enough to house various drawers, a vanity desk and cloud cushioned loveseat, but still small enough to feel cozy and intimate. The walls are dark with leather clad panels that bounce off waves of diffused lighting (and provide excellent soundproofing). One end of the room features a mirror that practically spans the entire wall. The other has a bed, the hot seat , with a canopy frame—which looks like it’s meant for decor, but is not-so-secretly meant for restraints.

You make your way to the bed and brush your fingers against the delicate blindfold you’ll wear for the night.

“New set?” you ask Satoru.

“Like I said, we’ve got some heavy hitters tonight—needed to do a little refresh. Plus this one is thicker so you can truly see what I see—or rather don’t see.” Satoru’s words feel like velvet. 

He picks up the black cloth and ties to cover your eyes. Your view instantly turns black and you feel your mouth tug into a slight grin.

The warmth of his breath hovers over your neck as he unties your robe, revealing your supple breasts and smooth curves. Satoru gently slips it off your shoulders and your nipples begin to harden—whether it be from straight arousal or the cool air surrounding you, you’re unsure.

“Tonight, just focus on how you feel ,” he whispers. “...and let me handle the rest.” He kisses your forehead and directs you to the edge of bed.

You’ve done this dance with Satoru countless times, but each time, the sense of anticipation still rushes through you. All you have to do now is wait.

Satoru makes his way to the seat of the vanity desk to your left and you hear his muffled voice speak into his mic, “Let’s begin.”

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The sound of a creaking door filling the room and heavy footsteps settling in lets you know that bids have started. You can sense each client’s presence, their eyes on you—evaluating, appraising—despite the blindfold shielding you from their gaze.

Normally, the thought might unnerve you, but here in this room, a sense of calm washes over you. Though he may sit silently, you know Satoru is doing the exact same thing to them. He’s been with enough women and men to know what constitutes the best of the best.

He tells you when someone is particularly interested, but none of them have what he’s looking for. Not yet. There is occasional back and forth questioning, but he ultimately rejects the first few—his commentary light but cutting.

“Pass. Too boring.”

“Too aggressive.”

“Nope—aura’s all wrong for you.”

“Could use a little work—visually.”

Finally, the door opens with a slight creak, and a new presence fills the room. The energy is different this time—sharp, commanding, but strangely composed. 

“Hmm.” Was that Satoru’s hum of approval? Intrigue? Or Both? 

The silence shifts as you feel someone approaching.

“Haven’t seen you around town,” Satoru starts. “Passing by?”

You hear a male’s voice, his tone is low and rich. “No, I’m new—just moved here for work.”

“Welcome, we’re so delighted to see you here tonight. What do you do for work?”

“I work in tech—you can say I always keep busy. But while I’d love to chat, I seem to be a bit distracted. I think we have more important things to focus on." You’re still seeing black, but you sense him shifting his gaze. "Like the gorgeous woman who’s in front of us.”

He makes his way towards you. His footsteps are deliberate, and before you can register the sudden tension, you feel him pause. “May I?”

Typically clients direct their questions to Satoru, but you feel the rumble of his voice flow straight to you.

You tilt your chin upwards to signal your agreement, exposing the area between your neck and collarbone. 

As you feel the man motion towards you, Satoru interjects, “Above the waist only—below will cost you.”

Your senses tell you that his focus never wavers. Despite the cover over your eyes you feel the heat of his gaze burn right through you.

His voice is tender, but resolute, “Oh no worries, I have every intention of following through, but first…”

Goosebumps crawl across your skin as you feel his breath nearing. But to your surprise, you feel his hand gently take yours. His grip is comforting and steady. He runs his thumb gently across your knuckles before pausing directly on the three delicate stars tattooed between your thumb and pointer finger—a reminder that no matter what path you’ve chosen, the stars will always align for you.

His lips press a delicate, respectful kiss into your skin. “Such a pleasure to meet you today,” his voice is low, but clear.

There’s something about him—something both powerful and unnervingly calm—that makes you shiver. Even Satoru seems to pause for a moment, his usual playful demeanor slipping just enough to notice the shift.

This is no ordinary client.

“Love, why don’t we give the man a taste?” Satoru’s cue to move to the next phase.

“Gladly,” you purr as a devious smile sweeps across your face.

You feel the mystery man kneel down towards your center. The thought immediately tightens your core, causing yourself to drip with desire, but you stop him just short of his destination.

Your hands meet his hair, but you notice that your fingers are blocked from running them through. You feel one…no—two, hair ties around his hair and gently guide him up until your breaths mingle and your foreheads touch. “No need to rush, we’ll have all the time in the world for that.”

“Forgive me,” he apologizes. His words are not guarded, accepting of the fact that good things come to those who wait.

The man’s head nudges as the sound of Satoru scraping his seat across the room fills the quiet air.

“Take a seat and you can have a taste. Play your cards right and you’ll get your fill.” Satoru directed to the man, his tone slightly edged with menace. Satoru takes a spot next to you at the edge of the bed and it’s your cue to open your legs.

You scoot back just enough to have your heels rest on the edge and knees bent above—giving the man a full display of all you have to offer.

“Such a pretty little pussy you have there,” the man murmurs—each word sending a wave of ecstasy to your folds.

You tilt your head slightly towards Satoru to signal that you’re ready. Within milliseconds you feel Satoru’s slender fingers swipe the pool of liquid resting on your flesh and bring it towards your clit. The initial shock sends chills, but the sensation is hot to your core.

A quiet moan escapes as he circles the sensitive area of your body. Without a second thought, you take your hand, the one still warm from the mystery man’s kiss, and gently slide two fingers in and out of your entrance—perfectly matching Satoru’s pace. You two have mastered this song and dance. Countless attempts with only a handful of successes.

Your breath becomes shallow and hurried while your insides begin to coil. Heat builds from within and each touch gets you closer and closer to your peak.

Your craving for desire causes your naughty inner thoughts to leave your mouth, “Satoru I love when you touch me like that.”

Satoru loves this tactic because it makes or breaks each man who comes through this room. He lives to prey on each client's unique mix of power or vulnerability. Do they become impatient, possessive, and retaliate? Uncomfortable, uneasy, and eventually break? Or do they simply remain secure and patient knowing that whatever Satoru does to pleasure you, they can do it ten times better?

When you hear the subtle thud of the man leaning onto the back rest of his seat, you know you have a winner.

Silence fills the room as he watches—eyes locking onto each stroke. His hums echo your moans every time he sees the wetness cling to your fingers. You could feel him studying every bit of you—the way your star tattoos flex with every pulse, the way your pussy twitches when Satoru strokes your clit. Your yearning for lust only leaves him wanting more.

“I could watch you do this all day,” his voice carries a smoky edge.

You feel a steady pull in the air, the energy swirling between the two of you. Without a word, Satoru yields, his approval evident in the subtle lift of his hands. You follow his lead, lift your own and gesture to the man in front of you. Are you ready to have a taste? You don't need to speak—he's been waiting for this since the moment he set his sights on you.

Despite your lack of vision, you can hear the faint rustle of fabric and his steady breathing draws closer. Finally, the warmth of his mouth closes around your fingers, sucking every last bit until he’s satiated. “You truly do taste as good as you look” he praised.

You smile and sense Satoru’s nod of approval. The air is cool around you as he lifts himself off the bed and makes his way to the door. “Enjoy,” he croons as he departs from the room.

The door clicks and you realize you two are finally left alone. 

As he releases the hold from his lips, the man moves towards you. You feel the warmth of his body guide your back onto the bed. The faint scent of his cologne—spiced and earthy—fills your lungs, grounding you even as your heart races. You can almost feel the weight of his gaze on you, dragging across your skin like a whisper. The intensity sends a shiver down your spine and an ache between your thighs.

“Does he always make you feel that good?” the man asks. His teasing tone suggests that he already knows the answer.

You feel your brows lift and get ready to challenge, “Think you can do better—”

Before you can finish your thought, you feel his grip secure your waist and his lips press against your neck. The instant heat that floods through you tells you everything you need to know.

As the initial shock settles, he kisses his way down to your collarbone while his hands slide towards your folds. His hands are strong, and his fingers are thick. Even the slightest swipe causes you to whimper.

He slowly glides two fingers into your entrance, filling every crevice with erotic delight. The feeling curls through your stomach and radiates to the tip of your toes. If his hands could make you feel this way, there's no telling what other parts of him could do.

You’ve felt the touch of many men but something tells you that this one is not like the others. His touch is commanding, yet not aggressive. His cadence is gentle yet still purposeful. It’s as if he’s giving his everything, but with only your pleasure in mind and asking for nothing in return.

“Oh fuck, yes, ” you moan loudly—grateful for the sound proofed walls. You ride his fingers in hopes of him going deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet. Do you like it when I do this to your pussy?” The timbre of his voice vibrates through you.

Your lips part, but no words come out—they’re caught in the tension coiled tight between you. All you can do is let your touch roam his body. His arms were honed to perfection, his chest solid and firm, his abs defined and sculpted, all reflecting the build of a mythical god. You don’t need to see him to visualize this beautiful man and all the filthy things he could do to you.

The silence draws a chuckle from him—soft, rich, and entirely too confident . How could he not be? Every move left you speechless.

“No words? I’ll take that as a yes.”

His rhythm doesn’t cease, but you feel his warmth drift away, gradually moving towards the lower half of your body.

“If you enjoy that, I have a feeling you’ll love this even more.”

He situates himself right in between your legs, planting kisses on the insides of your thighs. As he works his way towards the center you feel your body climb to its peak.

The first touch of his lips sucking against your clit immediately sends your body into euphoria. From there, his tongue and hands work in tandem to pleasure you in ways you didn’t know you could comprehend. His mouth is wet and warm—mixing with your fluids to effortlessly slide his fingers inside and out. Each stroke builds upon the last, until you're on the brink of eruption. 

Your back arches, causing you to grab hold of the ties on his hair, momentarily pinning him as close as you can get him. You continue to savor the pleasure by grinding against his tongue. “Fuck, that feels so good. I’m so close,” you cry in delight.

The grip your thighs have on him grows tighter by the second, but he lifts his head just enough to whisper into you, “Yes that’s it. Louder. Let me know how much you need it.”

His words spark a fire and immediately send you into a spiral. Your moans intensify, growing louder, more insistent and raw.

“Oh yes, don’t stop—F-fuck, don’t stop.”  

In a final crash—the tides of ecstasy flow through you as you come undone and lose control. You feel your entire body shudder as he slips himself in for one last time. His tongue keeps moving but his strokes pause so he can feel your inner walls pulsate against his fingers. Your thighs clench around him as you let out a symphony of pleasure. 

When you release him from your hold, he kisses his way back up your body—ending his trail with a kiss that claims your lips with undeniable authority. He pulls away—you get the feeling that he’s trying to get a good look at you, but you grip his collar and bring him back to echo your claim. 

Your tongue travels through his mouth, allowing you to taste the subtle notes yourself coming undone. He catches a nibble of your lip while he grabs your ass. Instantly, you melt. The ache between your legs returns and it longs to be filled. You do everything you can to strip him down until you can feel his length graze your skin.

In all your time at Blinded Bliss, you’ve never cared to see or get to know your clients. Usually the blindfold comes off at their request, never yours. But today, you want this man—no, need this man. At this point, there’s not a single ounce of decency or control left in your brain. All that’s left is your body’s desire to test the limits and see who this man is and how good he can make you feel.

Between the tumbling to undress and the ravenous kissing, you momentarily break the connection between your lips. His breath felt hot as you both lingered for a moment.

Instinctively you asked, “Am I able to see the man who’s been keeping me in the dark or will all of this remain a mystery? 

“Hmm, someone is becoming a bit hasty, I see,” he teases—placing one more delicate kiss onto your lips. “Personally, I enjoy anonymity,” he whispers—fingers traveling back down to your slit. He buries his head into your neck before returning his exploration of your mouth with his tongue.

“Are you scared I won’t like what I see?” You smirk.

He pauses, deliberately sliding the trickle from your center onto your clit—echoing Satoru’s move from earlier that drove you crazy. “On the contrary, I think you might like it a little too much —or so I’ve been told.” his tone laced with a low, modest confidence.

Between the rumble in his voice and his movements on your clit. This man sends you in a complete frenzy. 

“But that’s not the point,” He continues. “Keeping it like this means no pressure. No attachments. No strings. Just us in the moment–and this .” He plunges two broad fingers deep inside you, stretching you from the inside.

You try to speak but your words come out breathless. “For the record, I’ve come across many individuals with bold claims. I can assure you that you don’t have to worry about me getting attached.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about you—I’m worried about me.”

Butterflies in your stomach form, keeping you irresistibly drawn to him. Though he remains unseen, you feel the prolonged connection of his gaze.

He finally moves to position himself to your side. You feel him pull away as if he’s extending his reach, unfazed as the tip of his flesh grazes across your thigh.

No stay, please. You whimper as the needy thought crosses your mind. You’ve become addicted to his touch and will do anything to keep him close. Little do you know, he has the same idea.

The distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper fills the room as it falls to the floor. Moments later his warm touch lands on your knees, gently guiding your legs further apart until he can fit in between them. You feel him tease your entrance and instantly begin to gush.

The shock turns your whimpers into moans. “Fuck, please—” you plead, shifting your hips to show him just how much you crave him.

“For someone so eager to see what's going on, something tells me you’re enjoying the suspense a lot more” he quips.

His remark leaves you speechless, but so impeccably turned on.

“Do you want me to fill you with this dick?” He growls.

“Yes—” you breathe. “Please—”

His dick enters you, causing a momentary flash of pain as you adjust to his size. You don’t know how big he is, but if his hands were any indicator, you know that this is only the beginning.

“God you’re so tight,” he grits as if he’s trying to hold back his own release.

He slowly slides into you and you can’t help but moan as your pussy takes him inch by inch.

“That’s my good girl, we’re almost there.” His grip on your waist tightens, making you feel safe as he draws closer to you.

There’s more? He’s already budging against your cervix and you don’t know if you can take the rest.

When the gap between you closes, you exhale—feeling completely filled by his shaft. Your body is searing with pleasure but you try to hold back the tension winding up inside of you.

He rhythmically thrusts himself into you, filling the air with nothing but the sound of your skin slapping against each other. He palms your breast, rubbing the knot of your nipple which causes you to release a cascade of shaky whimpers. You knew this was coming, but you weren’t prepared for the euphoria it would bring.

His breath becomes labored, but the way he glides in and out tells you that he’s enjoying himself. “Fuck—you feel so good. I can’t believe I get to fuck this pretty little pussy.”

Unraveling, there’s no other word for it. You’re starting to unravel and you can’t control yourself.

Without warning, you feel his other hand grab yours—moving it towards your mound. He keeps his hand over yours, resting his thumb gently over your tattoo. as he guides you to massage your clit. This definitely doesn’t stop you from coming undone, but at least he’s giving you back the sense of control you secretly yearn for.

“I’m so close, I think I’m gonna come,” you cry out.

“Show me how beautiful you look when you come,” he replies.

His vibrating timbre triggers your release. Once again a surge of pleasure washes over you, like a flood of light piercing through the darkness of your blindfold. Every nerve in your body seems to come alive, a warmth spreading from your core to your fingertips. 

“F—fuck yes, I’m coming!”

His breath is unsteady but his tone does not waver, “Come for me.”

You feel him jerk his hips for a final thrust until you both become a mess of pulsating flesh. Your insides are milking every last bit of him and he roars with desire. After fully draining himself into you, the weight of his body covers you—the firmness of his chest contrasting the softness of yours. The moment settles and you feel your breaths gradually syncing to a calm rhythm.

You both lay in silence until he finally lets out a deflated sigh. 

What was that—disappointment? Frustration? Regret? Your stomach turns, but not in a good way. “Is everything ok?” you ask.

He lets out a nervous chuckle—more a release of tension than humor. “So much for no strings,” he mutters, almost to himself. “This is gonna be harder than I thought and we've only just begun.” Hmm, attached so soon?

Clients getting attached isn’t new; in fact, it’s honestly great for business. You’ve heard this sentiment countless before. But this time, something feels different. For the first time, you’re scared you might agree.

[reblog-house]

The Mail Service Mess

Written for Hermit-a-day-May, day 11: Pearlypop!

Wc: 1013

Ao3: Here!

Pearl looked in pride at the board displaying the names of hermits. Yet again one more hermit with a new mailbox. Soon, the whole server would have one! The board was already starting to look bright. 

With a smile on her face, she adjusted her messenger bag and turned around. 

Chaos.

The post office was littered with shulker boxes in item form. Across the floor, her desk, everywhere. They kept pouring down in a stream like a leaky tap.

She stood in shock for a moment, mouth agape, before her cleaning lady instincts kicked in. 

She’d already been subject to something like this before.

Without even thinking about it, she started picking the boxes. They quickly filled her inventory and she started stuffing them into her bag, but it somehow wasn’t enough. Just how many shulkers were there? When she thought she’d gotten everything and nothing would despawn, a new set poured in. 

“Come on, come on,” she said as she looked for an empty chest to use. “There we go!”

Her heart was racing and her body shook with adrenaline as the fear of items despawning set in. 

The worst part was, she wouldn’t be able to tell if anything despawned, or if they had already started despawning before she turned around. Just how long ago did the mess start for it to get that bad? What were these people even sending?

She felt the temptation to peak into at least one of the shulkers, to know what started this mess, but no. She contained herself. It wouldn’t be professional of her, and she had to deal with this mess, anyway.

Soon, the shulkers stopped raining. Finally. She sighed, but it wasn’t over yet. It wouldn’t be until all the boxes were well taken care of.

The second double chest filled up and she scrambled for wood for a new one.

Two and a half.

Two double chests of mail and a half. 

She really wasn’t looking forward to sorting all of these and resending those with clear addressees. No one had warned her this could happen. Not Etho nor Tango. Now she wished there was a way to put the stamps directly on the shulkers and still have the system functional. It would make… all of this much easier.

What were even the normal procedures for events like this? Should she send a message telling the hermits to reclaim all their lost packages — both those they expected to receive and those they’d sent? How would she know they weren’t lying?

No, she trusted her hermits. It would be fine. And if she caught anyone stepping out of line, they’d receive a big talking to. Her team would back her up if needed, but she could stand her ground.

But first things first, they had a bug to fix before it got worse. 

She pulled out her comms and sent Etho a message. He was online.

<PearlescentMoon> Hey Etho! 

<PearlescentMoon> I really need your help at the Post Office

<PearlescentMoon> I don’t know what happened 

<PearlescentMoon> Please hurry

She pocketed it and set to work.

As she waited for a reply, she prepared two extra double chests for sorting purposes, and took out from the system a first shulker box. Better start sorting: those with clear recipients, those with clear senders, and those with neither.

Despite feeling uneasy, the only way to check for that was by opening the packages.

The first box only had two items: a flower, and a sheet of paper. She tried not to read the contents of the letter, focused instead on checking for a signature, even if it was just an initial.

It was hard not to read the words sprawling all over the page. 

‘you make my day x’

She awed and then closed the shulker box. There was nothing that indicated to whom it was addressed or the owner, so she sadly had to place it in the ‘unknown’ chest.

She went on to the second package.

Again, a flower and another sheet of paper.

‘always in my mind x’

Okay, another one of those.

She tentatively reached for the next shulker, feeling trepidation in her gut.

This one had a signed book and a Cleo stamp. Okay, she knew exactly what this was about. She should probably not be returning to Cleo their own mass-produced spam mail, but… might as well.

The next one, a single Mumbo stamp with text written on it.

Definitely from Grian. She didn’t have to check.

Cub’s Horn of the Month Club…

A chestful of valuable items with a signed book, addressing the recipient…

For a moment, Pearl wished it was addressed to her.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Pearl jumped. 

“Etho! Don’t do that!”

He shrugged. “You were the one who asked me to come. I was just following your orders.”

She cleared her throat. “Yes.”

He tilted his body and stepped back, hands in the air. “Woah, Postmaster Pearl… looking through someone’s mail? I never would’ve thought that of you.”

Pearl rolled her eyes light-heartedly.

“Look into those chests and you’ll understand the problem,” she said, depositing the package in its proper place.

He stayed dead quiet until she shut the chest.

“Pearl…?”

“Yes, Etho?” she asked sweetly.

“What is this?”

“Oh, the machine broke, is all.” She kept up her light tone. “Shulkers went flying everywhere. These aren’t even meant for us!”

Clear panic colored Etho’s face. His eyes drifted to the collection of chests. 

She crossed her arms and tilted her head expectantly.

“That’s… That’s not supposed to happen.”

“So go and get it, then!” She shooed him. 

He scrambled, and Pearl slumped. Oh, she was not looking forward to this.

The next shulker she opened had another sheet of paper and a rose.

The little x at the end, the useless mail spam with no way of knowing who sent it, Iskall buying a stack of Joel stamps and probably more since she last checked the stock…

Oh, Iskall…

She closed the box and opened her comms.

<PearlescentMoon> Iskall

<PearlescentMoon> A word

[ghoulangerlee]

Mushy May 11 - Papa Time / First Kiss

this is for day 11 for mushy may, i've combied Papa Time w/ First Kiss and thus we get Dew and Copia's first kiss vaguely based in my You Share Not universe (though a technical AU since this has yet to happen).

Mountain is also mentioned but not present, heavily implied Moutain/Copia, Mountain/Dew and Rain/Dew and Mountain/Dew/Copia :)

you don't have to have read you share not to know anything other than it's a slowish burn au of Copia taking over the mantle as the leader of the ghost project and the ghouls eventually fall in love with him.

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Copia's nervous energy manifests itself into a sour sort of scent, cloying Dewdrop's senses as he watches the man pace along the aisle of the tour bus.

They're due soon, at their first stop of the tour and for the most part, Copia had seemed excited to leave the heavy and imposing walls of the church, ignoring the way one of the Clergy suits had tittered at them before they'd boarded, wishing Copia a good tour.

We'll be watching, of course. Do us proud.

There was a thinly veiled threat there that made Dew's hair stand on end, the urge to slink up to Copia's back and intimidate the man had been there for a moment, before Dew had bitten it back, knowing it was no use to pull the ire of the Clergy with so little time left.

"Hey, why don't you come sit down or something," Dew says, right as Copia's about to turn sharply and make another circuit around the small aisle, he pats the couch beside him and relaxes his stance when Copia stops pacing and looks up at him.

Copia glances at Dew and then at the space beside him on the couch; it is, for the most part, a comfortable couch.

He sighs, spins on his heel and drops onto the couch beside Dew; leaning his head back against it. "First time jitters," he says, half a joke but mostly serious, turning his head to look over at Dew. "You'll forgive me if I'm not an old hat like you."

Dew snorts softly, nudges his shoulder against Copia's, "It'll be fine. First few shows are always nerve wracking but once we've gotten a few under our belts, things will fall into place."

"So you say," Copia says with a healthy amount of trepidation, "I feel like one wrong move from me and they'll somehow orchestrate pulling me off stage." He presses his lips together, dark circles more prominent under his eyes now that he's not wearing his paint.

He looks less of the proud Cardinal and more along the lines of a weary man with too much responsibility; things that Dew had seen in small bits and pieces during their time at the church, in preparation, keeping a strong facade up.

"Over our dead bodies," Dew says, he's mostly joking, but there's a fire in his heart as he says it, beating loud in his ears, zinging through their bond, "No one's going to pull you off stage for messing up some lyrics."

He tries to play it off as a joke, to quell the strong emotions he's feeling, but Copia smiles a small sort of thing, his eyes crinkling fondly as he does.

He looks younger, happier, with a smile on his face, less like the world has settled on his shoulders.

It's a good look on him.

"I won't mess the lyrics up," he says, though there is some doubt in his voice. "It's not my fault that some of the older songs are written the way they are."

Dew hums and knocks his shoulder against Copia's again, "Do you want to talk about it though? Your fears and stuff? The thing that's got you all," he waves a hand im Copia'd face, "stressed."

Copia reaches out and grabs Dew's hand, pulling it further into his space, "Not really," he says, pausing for a moment, "I think, the stress is coming from the expectations, the careful way we've planned these shows. I'm worried something will go off kilter and it will throw everything off. They want bigger and better and well. I want to give everyone that, but there's a voice in the back of my mind that's saying what if this isn't big enough, even though the Clergy have signed off on it."

He pauses, squeezes his fingers around Dew's; his own skin is slightly cool to the touch, a stark contrast to Dew's warmer skin; the difference calms him a bit, "Apparently I do want to talk about it." he says with a little laugh. "But, I'm done, I'm done." He squeezes Dew's fingers again and Dew shifts closer, pressing their thighs together.

"I'm just glad to be away for a bit."

Dew finally tips his head to the side and rests it against Copia's, "Yeah, me too," he says quietly, basking in their closeness. "Gonna be in close quarters with a bunch of hellbeasts for the next however many days, though. Might start missing the silence of your own room."

"When do I get silence in my own room?" Copia asks, amused, "There's this pack of ghouls who keep welcoming themselves into my room most nights." He says, incredibly fond.

"All you've gotta do is shoo us away," Dew says, the words catching a bit, wondering for a moment if they're all coming on too strong--

Copia hums softly, brings Dew's hand up to his mouth and brushes a kiss to his knuckles, "I didn't say it was a bad thing." he murmurs, lips still pressed against bare skin.

Dew can feel the roughness of Copia's lower lip against his skin and his mind short circuits for a moment, his words catching in his throat, and then Copia's pulling away, letting his hand fall back to his lap and turning a bit so he can look at Dew.

He's so close now.

"Dewdrop?" he says, there's a warble in his voice, hesitance and Dew shakes his head before turning just enough to press his mouth against Copia's.

It's chaste, the angle is a bit off and Copia's hand squeezes at his while his other hand sort of uselessly hovers by his hip, but when Dew pulls away, there's a bit of a flush on Copia's cheeks, a soft look on his face.

"Mountain did say you'd get there eventually," Copia says after several long moments, breaking the silence. "But, I'm always happy to wait."

That pulls a scoff from Dew and he butts his forehead against Copia's, "Mountain needs to mind his business," he grumbles, remembering the night they'd spent together, and how Mountain had whispered things in his ear about Copia, riling him up. "He was getting a little too comfortable, being the only one that gets to kiss you."

He sounds petulant, something about the amused look on Copia's face making him want to hide his face from the other man, "There's plenty of me to go around," he says with a little laugh.

Dew goes quiet then, hides his face against Copia's shoulder, basking in his scent, mellow and happy now, instead of acidic and thick, "I do understand your hesitance though," Copia murmurs after a long moment, "If I had gone through even an ounce of what you'd gone through after Terzo's death, I would have kept my heart guarded as close as I could too."

Copia presses a kiss to the side of Dew's head; he'd sort of shaved the hair there, given himself an undercut to keep cool under the helmet during shows, so he's able to feel the warmth of Copia's lips against almost bare skin.

"Thank you for opening yourself up to me," he continues, sliding his free arm around Dew's shoulders, keeping him close. "I won't take advantage of that."

Dew wants to snort, to make a joke and cut the tension that had built up, but he doesn't, he just buries closer to Copia, allows himself to relax.

"Mountain's going to be so annoying about this," Dew says with a sigh a bit later, pulling back so he can look Copia in the eye, "He's so annoying about things like this. He was the same way when me and Rain got together."

Copia grins, a teasing sort of thing, leans in close to Dew, "Don't worry, I know the best way to shut him up. Something you can help me with now that we've figured ourselves out."

The grin works its way onto Dew's face after a moment, his eyes flashing, "He'll never know what hit him."

[mythals-whore]

for the director's cut: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING (I'll let you choose whatever part you want to explain, I know you have many :D)

Thank you so much for indulging me my beloved mutual, and thank you for your support :') you are so so kind<3

⭐️

My first and biggest confession is to tell you that Chapter 25, which is my personal favorite chapter (with the dancing and drinking and jealousy) was originally a one-shot that was not meant to have any real bearing on the story. I thought it would just be fun for them to have a night out. Um...and then I wrote it and as soon as I got to this part:

The moment they’re through the door of his room, he has her pressed against the wall, mouth intent on hers. It’s possessive and hungry and all consuming. And she understands it, returns it, pushes back against it. The same thing is coursing through her like a spell or a prayer. mine mine mine

I realized I built up the tension too much and these two were about to absolutely lose their minds.

And honestly writing this chapter was the closest I have ever come to being possessed. (I was listening to Gimme Gimme Gimme from the Mamma Mia soundtrack, if that feels at all relevant)

Honestly that whole chapter messed with a lot of my plans. I really wanted her falling for him to be more subtle and really have the 'actually requited but they think isn't unrequited love' for a while longer. Originally I intended her spending the night for the first time to be more of a question for Davrin of not knowing why she was doing it and being a lot more uncertain of her feelings.

I actually got so scared of this one-shot becoming a chapter that I tried to write a different version of it, (and when I hated that I started on a third version) but nothing hit as hard. The tension in Chapter 25 is one of my favorite things I've ever written and the smut I wrote for that chapter makes me blush.

And in the end, think the conflict of both of them knowing it's more than casual after that but never being brave enough to talk about it has worked really well.

⭐️

I never found a way to make this clearer so this is something that i am excited to put out there, Cyri’s line from the very first time they get together is: “if you’re expecting me to fall in love with you, I can assure you I don’t know how”

Obviously there are a lot of reasons that being with Davrin is a bad idea from Cyri’s perspective but a main one is definitely that she doesn’t think she knows how/that she’ll end up hurting him/losing him in some way. So that line that seems sort of cocky is actually a secret show of vulnerability. It's a double entendre of sorts where she is promising him he isn't different or special (he is) but also it's her warning that like, 'even if I do have feelings, I have no idea what to do with them and this will crash and burn and you'll get hurt so it's best for you if you don't' (which may or may not be directly tied to the Ashur narrative)

And that line ties into the swimming/drowning love metaphor.

mine, yours, ours, us. And when she goes under again, that is the song still ringing in her head, the chorus, weaving between her ribs

Falling in love feels like drowning and he's the one who teaches her to swim: this was kind of a half-formed thing but I really liked it? In the above chapter 25, there’s the first mention of “going under” which, as we know is like a nice way to say orgasm or whatever but this part to me was always the moment that (whether she acknowledges it or not) she realizes she’s in love with him/at the very least has many more feelings than she meant to. And then later there’s this:

Because now there’s no pretending at it. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Which is Cyri basically admitting that she doesn’t know how to do any real amount of intimacy outside of sex, and it's the first time she really decides to try and Davrin is so so patient and willing to help her figure it out. And then:

Davrin pulls her into himself like an undertow sweeping her out to sea. Cyri wonders if knowing how to swim would have even helped her against the strength of this current. She never had learned to do anything but drown.

Which i personally was a huge fan of(: because at this point she’s no longer fighting it but she’s not really trying to swim either? It's a very small thing but it made the payoff of the firefly chapter so much better for me personally. Because in both things (swimming and feelings ig) she trusts him enough to try. To me, the symbolism of her trusting him to teach her is her also her trusting him enough to not let her drown/get lost/overwhelmed by her feelings either. Sort of like a "I trust you not only to not hurt me, but to teach me not to hurt us"

There's so much here as well with 'panic makes it worse' like in a drowning situation, panic makes you breathe harder and often means you're flailing and wasting energy. So it's sort of like the harder you struggle the more likely you are to drown. And then there's the idea that someone who does know how to swim can be dragged down by a flailing drowning person (which is what Cyri is afraid of, because in the past that's sort of what she did love-wise)

and of course, we have the actual first instance of my love-is-drowning-how-do-i-swim metaphor:

Finally he reaches her, but she’s thrashing—panicking. With effort, Davrin is able to wrap an arm around her waist, keeping them both afloat through sheer force of will, her frenzy close to taking them both under.  “Rook!” he splutters through the water she’s splashing into his face. “Rook, calm down!” It’s at once plea and command. “Stop struggling! I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”  He’s towing her to shore now, as effectively as he can. And she seems to realize—to understand at last that he’s helping her and not dragging her under.

Like, this little excerpt could be their whole relationship I think. And also is sweet if you read into it as like "Davrin is strong enough to keep them both afloat if Cyri would just stop struggling so hard against it."

Staying afloat, she learns, is as easy as breathing.

This was important to me because (despite my various personal posts over the past several days) I am not a strong swimmer. But the thing about swimming is like, if you just inflate your lungs that will keep you afloat even if you're not going anywhere. If any of us have done the thing where you lay on your back and breathe in, you float, right? So that's sort of what I was going for here. The love comparison is that like, loving someone isn't difficult. The relationship part might require effort, but loving them as a concept isn't scary if you just let yourself do it.

So the whole concept being that she’s terrified of falling for someone because she doesn’t think she knows how to do it properly and that it’ll be hard and scary and she’ll mess it up but Davrin makes it really easy and is so so patient while she figures it out :,)

I'm pretty proud of this little thread myself, so thank you so much for asking and allowing me to put it all out there for everyone (((:

[le-brave-des-braves]

Any theories on the nature of the place you are in?

The Marshal’s eyes closed when he saw those written words. His mind wandered off. The sound of twelve muskets, the time he stood there right above his own lifeless body, bidding his last goodbye to the men who ended his life. They didn’t mess up. He couldn’t even recall any kind of pain. He was dead straight away.

Then he found himself here, at first alone and confused, surrounded by the shadow figures. It was later that he noticed their faces. Those were his men, he realised…

Dear Anonyme,

I have received your letter and I wish I could give you an accurate description of my location. Whenever I try, I realise that it is almost impossible. I have been told that I can still keep connection to the world where I lived and that I loved which is why I can even write back.

It feels like a fever dream. Sometimes I’m sitting in my study in Paris. On another day, I’m in a camp. Right now I’m scribbling those words sitting in a peaceful forest, which is something…

Never mind. I had to return to the letter because I suddenly found myself on a battlefield again. May it please you that we have won against this enemy who I cannot even describe. What colour were their coats? Right now I’m sitting under a tree while my men are celebrating. I wish I could see my family again.

Your world is only moving forward. On the other hand, this place is oscillating through time and space. It doesn’t make any sense. Sometimes it is peaceful and pleasant and other times I wish I could burn it down. Especially when I learned that while I haven’t seen my own wife, I keep seeing Soult and Masséna which is certainly not how my idea of heavenly peace looks like.

I know Aglaé remarried and I know she loves him. I respect her decision, because I was hardly home. She had all the years with Résigny and I firmly believe she was happy. I just wish I could see her one more time as well as my sons whom I couldn’t see growing up.

I might have derailed again as right now I’m sitting in a coach going to inspect my troops. Another change of scenery. So yes. This is a kind of a world where everything is apparently possible.

Yet, I remain in command of all the men I have lost. I still have the uniform of the Empire, although right now I feel like personally kicking Napoleon as soon as I meet him. But I am worried that if the time and place changes I might end up fighting by his side once more.

I don’t want to.

I am tired of these wars for nothing. How do I put an end to this?

I will appreciate any insights.

Enjoy the structured and familiar world. You might end up missing it.

I wish you well.

Ney.

[hogtiedwhorestories]

the ransom - part 3

warning - the following stories involves written scenes that include sexual violence that some people may be offended of and have a problem with. if you are sensitive to that kind of content, i do not recommend reading

this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.

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Part 1

Part 2

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I lay there trying to fall asleep, thinking over everything that has happened. I hope my husband pays soon. I don't know how long I can go through this nightmare! It takes me awhile, but because I am so exhausted, I finally drift to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I awake again, uncle and nephew are still asleep. I'm not sure what caused it, maybe it was seeing them and realizing the terrible situation I am, but begin I panic. I need to get out of here. I see the door off the side that leads to the outside. This is my chance. I get up, and walk slowly and carefully to the door. Little did I know, but the uncle was awake the entire time, pretending to be asleep. He watches as I approach the door out of the corner of his eyes. He knows I no longer care about the money. I'm dangerous if I can't focus on the money anymore. I approach the door, turn the knob…locked! Ugh! There must be a key though, I turn around and begin to scan the room. There's is a end table next to the uncle, and right there is the key! Once again, I slowly begin to walk, this time over to him in the chair. I have to do this carefully. I slowly reach down, and quietly grab the keys. Got it!

Just as I think I got it, the uncle's hand clamps down around mind. “Going somewhere? Leave without your money? Listen bitch you aren’t going anywhere until this is over. You just made things a lot more difficult for yourself. Now we have time to kill until 4 and I’m getting some pretty nasty ways to spend it. Kiss me." I try to turn around away from him, but his grip is stronger then I am and I can't break free. He grabs my hair and forces his tongue down my mouth. I'm trying my hardest to pull away, but it's not working. Finally I just kick him in the shin with my high heel shoes which causes him to let go of me. I race over to the door and put the key in. It works! I open the door, but I am grabbed from behind by him. By now, the nephew is waking up. The uncle tells him to grab the heavy rope out of the turn. I begin to open my mouth to plead with him, but he turns to me, and slaps me across the face. I collapse straight to the floor. Laying there flat on the ground, groaning, my palm to my cheek feeling the heat of the aftermath of the slap on my face.

It doesn't take long before the nephew comes back with the rope, the uncle instructs him to throw it over a beam 8 feet off the floor. He leaves enough slack to reach an iron railing attached to the wall. The uncle goes to me on the floor and grabs my arms pulling them above my head tying my wrists strictly. He then takes the thicker rope, wraps my bound wrists and ties another double knot. He gets me to my feet putting his hands wherever he can get a cheap thrill and walks me under the beam. I am still recovering from the slap, but putting up much of a fight. He then works with the nephew to pull the rope over the beam stretching it to pull my arms above my head and lift me about 4” above the floor. They then tie the rope to the iron bar on the wall leaving me hanging by my arms hovering above the floor. My head hangs down, and I look at my feet dangling above the ground. My arms instantly feeling the pain. I let out a groan, "awwwww!" I kick my feet around as I dangle there. I look up at my wrists, and mascara mixed tears roll down my cheeks. I look down at myself. I look like a mess, makeup smeared, clothes winkled, skirt riding up my thighs, and a cum stain on my skirt. My hair is covering my face. I fling my head back to get out of way, looking at the two satisfied men in front of me. "Fuck you two!" I kick my feet and swing back and forth. "You mother fuckers will regret ever doing this to me!!"

The uncle laughs and admires the picture before him. He assures the nephew that they will get a run at her again before 4. The Uncle goes over to me and runs his hands up my skirt. His dirty fingers starting to probe my pussy. I try to swing away but it does nothing to deter him. I ball my hands up and grunt in anger. "Get your hands off me!" I feel so helpless to them but so angry. My face turning red but all I can do is kick my legs and swing in place. He pulls his hand away, to lick his fingers and turns to nephew "she loves this she’s soaked. She’s begging to get fucked."

I dangle there, looking at them both, gritting my teeth, completely helpless so whatever is planned for me next.

TO BE CONTINUED

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

More IW main plot!!

I'll confess, I got to the. The shack. I have witnessed IT. Even though I haven't included it here - I need to rewatch it and process everything I saw. I haven't healed yet.

So! We end up to the point right before that hot mess of a scene PLUS Akiyama's Life Link. I will not discuss Kaoru's Life Link because it doesn't exist and it was just a nightmare I had 🩶

Hiii dipshit!! ❤️❤️ I have someone here who I'd like to introduce to you!! C'mere!

*cocks rocket launcher*

I may not outwit you, but I can sure as hell outFUCK YOU UP

Yamai is SO cool and SO interesting. Love him. i have a thing for snarky characters who are also kinda soft inside. Not SUPER soft, but... y'know.

This conversation was sweet 🥺 they both clearly needed this really badly. I'm very happy that Ichi got to deliver the necklace and that Akane got her closure. I don't think their dynamic will ever be a stereotypical mother-son one, but this has the potential to be very healing for both of them ❤️

I'm glad they let Ichiban cry, even if it was just a short little snippet. Always been a big fan of how RGG Studios lets these guys have emotions and SHOW them.

I really hope we get to Lani soon. The poor girl deserves NONE of this. She must be so scared 😭

Yeah, it'd be a waste if someone WASN'T checking out that absolute dumptruck- *gets shot*

Nahhh but for real. I never thought I needed to witness Kiryu having a team around him. He did have a squad of some kind in 4-6, but this time the team feels way more tight-knit and warm.

6 kinda comes close, but I felt like the Hirose lads never really saw Kiryu as KIRYU. They were incredible, but it did feel like they put Kiryu on a pedestal most of the time and saw him as more of a role model. And it definitely seemed like Kiryu always felt a kind of pressure to live up to their image of him as the Dragon of Dojima. Here he can just be... Kiryu.

Life Link time!!

the scream I scrumpt when I saw this 😭 FINALLY someone from Kiryu's past gets to talk to him besides Date😭😭

I'm not even remotely angry about him punching Kiryu and Date. They had their MAJOR reasons 100% and I don't think they did anything wrong. But I also totally understand how frustrating and painful it must have been to Akiyama, knowing deep inside that his close ally and dear friend was alive all this time, and not being let into the secret. Thinking Kiryu didn't feel like he could rely on him.

Gosh, I hate how I can definitely see where Kiryu is coming from and I sort of agree. Now, I do think seeing Haruka would give him peace of mind and make him incredibly happy and I think he should go for it!!

But. I don't know... I feel incredibly bad for Haruka. Maybe if Kiryu wasn't terminally ill, I would be 100% in with the reunion, but yeah. She would get to see him, be happy about it, say what she feels went unsaid... and then hear the news that he barely has any time left if the current prognosis ends up being the truth. She's had a grieving process already and it'd start all over again. But then again, they'd both get proper closure.

Damn, this is a complicated situation. I say Kiryu should go for it. It'd be a beautiful and fulfilling reunion, but also a very bittersweet one.

I. I want to grab this man by the shoulders and SHAKE HIM. DARLING. YOU ARE SO SPECIAL. He doesn't know just how many people he's given courage and hope to. How many people he's saved. How loved he is. Breaks my damn heart. We love a humble king, but this is SAD.

AUGH. That last sentence hit me like a damn semi-truck. I REALLY hope these thoughts written down on these summaries ARE canon. But idk. I just hope they are. Please.

[lovecaitlined]

What a roller coaster. My thoughts on KaySun in episode 61. 🖤 (semi-rant, read at your own risk).

But here’s the gist—the show may excel in writing certain characters properly, but writing for other characters is inconsistent for the sake of the plot. I’m framing it from the perspective of psychology and writing. I wish the writing in the show would better explain Suna’s actions because it shows unnatural character behavior written under the guise of supposed mental instability that only conveniently appears when it furthers the plot (much like Ferit’s on-and-off again diabetes).

1. I personally think Kaya has been written very consistently thus far, he has just been framed badly. He was never going to hit Suna; Ferit just stopped him, but if Ferit hadn’t stopped him, Kaya would hit the wall. I just hate how they made Suna flinch because she’s never done that. Love how he apologized and reaffirmed his love for Suna, so when she implodes (and I fear it is coming soon), she will have him to turn to.

2. I personally disagree with people saying Suna is not being OOC. I still think she is being OOC. I never expected Suna to be mentally well; she definitely is not over her wedding rejection with F, and she has trauma and anxiety and a whole lot of insecurities. However, her being brain dead and acting like a zombie intent on getting Ferit due to a fortune teller is crazy. She is not THAT crazy, and it is so OOC for the girl who loves her sister and supported SeyFer (to the point of scalping Ferit’s mistresses) will be so weird about this. Mind you, she was looking at Kaya with heart-eyes in that one ep before becoming crazy due to Ferit.

The fact that Suna was able to point out 1) the fact that her father Kazım did not change, but just changed tactics and 2) lead Kaya to believe what she was doing with Ferit was due to Seyran and hide aspects from him (because she knows it’s WRONG) screams clearly logical and sane to me. Now if old Suna from S1 pulled crazy stunts like this, it would’ve been understandable. But I don’t believe she can regress this quickly after so much character development, so I really think they are making Suna OOC and dumb for the plot. She is way too inconsistent, and not in an impulsive way. You cannot switch insanity on and off, so I choose to believe she is just badly written and OOC.

3. A moot of mine, Raj, pointed out that it is possible that Gunger has ego problems and is trying to undo everything Leyla did. He hates women anyway so I believe this, lol.

4. I do think the FT plot will be revealed soon to Kaya and he will confront Suna about it. However, I also feel like Suna is bound to implode soon. There is a reason why there was a public KaySun fight where Suna vehemently denies anything and Kaya is made to look paranoid. That way, when Suna implodes (they better not make her cross that line, and no I will not write what I think will happen) in front of the mansion and gets humiliated and punished, the audience will not blame the people living in the yalı for what has happened to her. In fact, they’ll think she lied and went against her own words, and that she deserves it.

5. This parallels a lot of Gunger’s writing. He always makes women say sht and do the opposite. For example, Seyran and Gulgun used to say they’ll never return to the mansion and their husbands, but they do it anyway and look like clowns. Imagine if Suna publicly denies something and then crosses a line with Ferit? 💀

6. I just like how they made Kaya consistently in love with Suna so he won’t abandon her, and if she implodes he will take it back. Ngl I wanted Suna to beg and confess and even get jealous—but whatever, I’ll take what we can get for KaySun endgame.

7. No one come for me, but I would prefer Pelin and Pırıl back so long as the former will mess with SeyFer. The way I see it now, there are no obstacles for SeyFer except for Suna, which is OOC af. Pelin or Akın can be the villain in their story, just leave my girl Suna out of this and let her be happy together with Kaya.

Anyway, thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far! Lmk what you think. ✨

[lumiosdreamdiary]

Off-topic #2 Slenderina

Preface

Today, I'm gonna tell you of an event that permanently marked me. It marked me so badly that I still vividly remember it. I'm not even sure I can call this a "nightmare" in the traditional sense, a "possession" is probably more accurate.

A little bit of background on myself. I used to be an Atheist when I was younger, and as a teen I always valued evidence and critical thinking. You can probably tell I had the makeup of a materialist. I am very stringent with what to consider possibly true, true period, or outright fake even if I'm open-minded to hear someone's perspective initially before doing any research on it.

And this continues to be part of my personality as a Christian. For instance; I do not believe everything written in the Bible since it's probably romanticized (for example, the "tower of Babel" is technically real, but the tower of Babel as written in the Bible never existed. I'm also positively certain Noah couldn't possibly have held a couple of every animal on planet earth in the ark, even if we narrow down to mammals and reptiles exclusively it still would've taken forever to get all of them and it would've taken an ark five to eight times bigger than the Titanic to hold in the food, the animals, and give it enough buoyancy to carry every heavy animal. All allegedly achieved by one single guy by the way). I also find that human sheep who uncritically repeat what their government or some guy on the internet says always make me cringe.

The dream

So, about the dream, it went something like this:

My point-of-view was changed to that of a very tall lanky figure with dangling white hair, I was completely colorblind however. Although my vision was its, I had no control over the body which moved on its own. The creature was staring down at the closed door into my real life bedroom and if I could get an estimated height, I'd say it was at least 2 meters tall.

It reaches out to grab the doorknob and as soon as it touches it in my dream I hear a loud bonk that wakes me up. The door slammed back against the wall of my room and my mom almost comes in to close it again. I was a bit tired, so I didn't get off the bed immediately, but once I did, while I was still both startled by the noise and confused by the turns of events, I somewhat aggressively asked for an explanation to my mom. She said it was the wind. I've heard strong gusts before, but when the door to my room is closed it never pushes against it and never opens it because it tries to find an exit in the form of an open window, it's called a airflow if you wanna know the name of this phenomenon. Drafty doors are bad for this, but my windows were properly closed that day. I never leave them open overnight, that invites "disturbances" if you get what I'm saying.

So, aside from all that, that didn't give a satisfactory answer to my concerns and I couldn't shake the feeling that this shouldn't be possible. No matter how I looked at it, it seemed paranormal. Either my brain predicted, while I was asleep, what would happen moments before it happened, or it was a poltergeist's doing and it was trying to mess with me by forcing me to watch what it was doing. It's far from a will 'o wisp situation where there is a logical and scientific explanation, there's none with what happened to me that morning.

Let's talk probabilities...

This dream has only ever occurred to me once in my entire lifetime and the door to my bedroom swinging wide open occurred to me once in my entire lifetime as well, so what are the odds for both events occurring simultaneously? Let's say both events may occur only once per day and that I lived exactly 9300 days. Both events only occurred once in those 9300 days lowering the likelihood of either event happening per day down to 0.010752688172043%. The gap is only going to grow as I slowly reach my midlife crisis without the phantom in my dream ever showing up again nor my bedroom door ever busted wide open by a "waft of air".

Don't tell me it's just a coincidence, should I try winning the lottery next? Tell you what? I got another shorter story. I had a night terror when I was even younger that I associated with the paranormal (it was probably nothing to be honest, at least that's what I told myself at the time). I woke up for no reason in the middle of night followed right after by a chill down my spine after seeing a shadow running across the room, and it doesn't even compare to this mathematical improbability.

This is the thing that converted me to christianity as I believe there is more to this world than any eye can see.

[theotheradversary]

Oh.

Just remembered something just as on the spooks scale as demons/daemons. But first and foremost, a paragraph forward of this particular "book" light novel style. Then a rough subject paragraph on the current topic... Then.... I dunno. There's the rambling. Just cope ok? I can't research beyond my own mind atm. But that'll be fixed soon.

I think we need to think about the current state of affairs to provide us with modern thinking, before we can examine the past. So, the things current Christians are suppose to believe in. So that means we get to talk Angels! They're in the currently accepted old and new testament after all. Some descriptions are rather... Descriptive? Heh. So i think we should look at them first. The named and the types. Not to mention ask artists to either draw their idea or ask artists that have drawn stuff if I can use their images. <There's drawings/digital art/romance era paintings etc by some great artists and Limited Artificial Intelligence artists. Fuck you! They're artists! It's just a medium man, you try and get what they create. You can't. Because you can't work in that medium and make what they do!>... Now. The rambling begins.

Modern Christianity eh? Always holding reverence for the holy, but scary af entities but completely ignore the "other side" that actually have some more less scary beings. I guess they go for "shock and awe" method rather than talk about the causes of the pain and suffering or the occupants of Hell that fight in the "Eternal War". (Pretty certain that's still referred to in current Cannon).. But they only mention Lucy.

All the forces of heaven cannot pummel a single entity? Bullshit. You know it, i know it but they never question why Lucy and especially Hell, still exists.

Limbo? Yup. They're on mostly the same page on that. A "no man's" zone where those not baptised but not condemned to Hell are deprived from the glory of heaven.... Aka christened belief is this: you may be a good person but you're going to suffering in solitude, without love, hate, pain nor light/darkness... Just no reason for being with no way to change your situation. For "The Eternity". Ultimately, to be condemned to be swallowed by the "nothing". Leaving a husk that has no thought, no memory, no ego or id.

Pretty much a worse fate than suffering in the depths of Hell where the self still exist.

Better to join the flock and be evil than not to believe in their cruel deity it seems.

Anyways. I'm rambling. I've got stuff to do. I so desperately need a station to do research, draw, weave tales of holy and unholy horror, joy, love, hate and neutrality. Currently everything is done on my phone. Not suitable at all! These fun topics require a proper place to be written and not have autocorrect mess with it. Nor me accidentally dragging paragraphs. Stupid app.

Later fellow freaks! Ghost fans will like this first subject i think. It's why they condemn us. Why we don't deserve love or a moral compass.... Crazy people, yeah?

....

Oh! Wait! Hey! Don't go! Not yet! I just remembered something crazy! A little morsel that Ghost fans and fun people will love!... and to finalise my crazed ranting.

Some interpretations by highly regarded Christian scholars have legit reasoning to believe that "Baʿal Zebub" is calling Lucy, "Of dung", aka calling Lucy a piece of shit. It seems the words of holy inspiration isn't below digging deep with their insults towards The Adversary.

Ok. Rambling mode off. I'm gonna still annoy Ghost fans more and tag stuff inappropriately. Heh

I hope the app hasn't screwed this up or i wrote something wrong... Bloody phones.

[prijune]

DID SOMEONE SAY "OCS"?!?!?!?!?!?!

@12am-motivation since you kindly asked I'll talk about my ocs! Let's get started! :D

Under cause it looooong

We'll be talking about Buffy and Clair a pair of witch sisters I made a while back! They are actually part of the first few ocs I made up specifically for this little world of mine(*cough*WIP*cough*).

The world doesn't have an official name but we can call it "Treasure" for now cause that's what the file is called cause it's my little treasure :3

I have several ocs(-maybe too many I am a dreamer) in the past younger me made that I'm reusing to add to this one(making characters is hard), but officially these two are part of the main first few made for "Treasure".

Ladia is actually the first one and originally this whole world and story was going to be about merchants and how they go about dealing with upcoming heroes and the like. But this isn't about her or that! This is about Buffy and her sister Clair!

Buffy is the older sis and her name(I just chose names pretty randomly but sorta fitting) is Buffy because she 'buffs' your weapons or etc so you can do better in combat.

Clair is the younger sis and her name is Clair for "Cleric" cause she's a healer....yeah that's it that's their name origins I am a genius and bad with names. But simple is best sometimes! Unfortunately they were not so simple when they were first made, again younger me didn't know nothing but that's ok. (Current me knows somethings but they learning too)

My mind was alllllll over the place when it came to their designs and personalities and what they did and liked so I jotted down everything.

Any idea that popped up? Down.

Did it make sense for their character? No.

Was it messy? YES.

ANYWAYS

Buffy was a witch who does the buffing and she also dealt with statis effects too. She was a bit cold but she's pretty nice once she opens up and while she and her sis looked nothing a like they're pretty close. She ran the potion shop with her sister while Clair would be off gathering ingredients like fairy dust and monster parts etc.

She was more of a homebody in that way but she was pretty good at flying and did it often to deliver potions. That's where here whole jumpsuit and goggles outfit came from cause she'd be flying pretty often but still be comfy just chilling.

Over a while I gave her that brush broom and came up with the idea of her doing those colored air designs planes do I strayed from the path of what I had originally in mind which leads to much later in this post.

CLAIR ON THE OTHER HAAAAAAND- she was pretty quiet too and had fairy friends and preferred the company of monsters over people. She also looked WAAAAAY different but the key things have stayed: big hat, long boots, short hair, and has a mushroom monster obsession.

I struggled with her design a lot cause it just didn't reach the amount of crazy I was looking for she was basically a cute gardener for a long while...until the lab coat and big glasses came in. AND even then while I had the vibe I wanted that wasn't enough cause her hair made me struggle so much until I was like "add curls or something" and BAM HERE SHE BE CLAIR everything came together in that moment.

Clair is my favorite ever since I figured her out and I love her with my whole heart! My pride and joooooooy!

Most recently I have been writing a story for the world- I've been calling it "Treasure" again cause it's a little treasure for me and also it's the name I drifted too the most. (I already know how it starts and ends and some in between bits so eeeeeyyyyyy go me but also what the heck me you created a whole new oc just to do this even though you had already made another oc to do the original idea so now there's two- no THREE- and I need to chill)

So writing for Clair came so easily that I was excited to work on her sister's part next but for some reason I just could not write. I got stuck so I went over her character and while I liked her and everything she was just....meh honestly. (Mind you it's all just rough summaries but the point is I still couldn't figure out a summary for her and that's bad.)

Her design was cute and I loved her energy but I couldn't figure out why it was so hard to just write for her. Then I realized there was TOO much on her and much of it strayed from how I originally thought of her. Like yeah she's nice but in what way does she read as "someone who can make your weapons/etc stronger"?!?! Or even "someone who deals with status effects"?!?!?!

So I had to start from point one essentially and I remembered a video I watched a while back that's definitely helped me break down my characters into more manageable pieces- which I've also used backwards to see if my characters truly fit what I'm going for. (The video is "Character Design Tips" by Naoki Saito for those curious it's in Japanese but there are subs in various languages)

Many designs I've got of my ocs have changed so much like Kettle who I did for a pallet challenge(maybe I'll post him later) but our girl Clair is basically 1000% where she needs to be in life XD

On the other hand Buffy is no more- jk she's still here but she went through some needed character surgery and has been split into two now. So now the potion sister duo is now a trio!

Bless past me for the old alternative outfit designs I made for her cause SHEEEESH

And also bless the internet for helping me find the beautiful hair ideas that made everything click! I saw so many beautiful braids my heart could not!

So the Potion Sisters are Buffy, Stacy, and Clair! YAAAAAAAAY!

Buffy does still 'buff' your weapons and she has taken up shop and is a blacksmith now. Congrats on the change may I give you the muscles you deserve. :D

Stacy deals with adding 'status' effects to your items mostly accessories and is a jeweler. Ask her to give you a ring that causes poison when enemies touch you and she'll do it for half price she's got so much poison...maybe too much poison <_<;;;;;;;;

Clair is still a healer or 'cleric' class though she's more obsessed with those mushroom monsters so good luck on her healing you XD

(At this point she's a cleric who strayed from the path of a normal healer and is bordering on summoner territory which was also part of the notes I got for her from the madness)

The funny part of this change is that Buffy doesn't entirely work with potions as much anymore cause of this change but she does cause quenching exists but I'll work on how that works later! Quenching stuff in potions sounds hilarious! XD and dangerous <_<;

Thanks for asking about Buffy and Clair! If anyone has anymore questions about them, other characters and "Treasure" as a whole go nuts!

Bonus rough idea doodle of them:

I'm still solidifying their designs but this is the gist of what they look like now in comparison to the old art I've posted on how Buffy was before. Would have added more art but I could make a post of how the math of the design worked cause I did do a lot of character surgery.

Anyways thanks again and have a lovely day!

[creepswrites]

Billy loomis x reader where she’s a very introverted person and it kind of messes up his plans at the party that night everything went down

i tend to write billy a very specific way, which is why i haven't written very much for him, but i hope you enjoy this! he's very interesting to write for! mayb in the future i'll do a story and touch on his mind more, we'll see

BILLY LOOMIS with a F! S/O who is very introverted

“Dude, when’s she gettin’ outta here?” Stu whisper-yelled at Billy, jerking his thumb over in your direction. “We gotta get a move on and you said she’d be gone by now?”

“I know, I know,” Billy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew bringing you along to the party would make his plans with Stu far more complicated than necessary, but it would look bad showing up without you. He cared about you - shockingly, after all he wasn’t exactly fond of most people - and he didn’t want you getting roped into his shit.

He wanted you to go home with some group of girls who left earlier but you had been too terrified to ask them for a ride. So, there you sat in the kitchen, sipping on a vodka lemonade without a care in the world, blissfully oblivious to your boyfriend’s plot to murder.

Billy sighed, turning his head to look at Stu. The two were sat on a couch as Randy talked about some horror movie to the remain few guests. Of course, soon word would reach them about their dead principal and Billy had no doubt they’d take off to go see. This had all been planned meticulously for months in advance.

He knew it wasn’t your fault for screwing it up. You didn’t know, that was the whole point. Problem was how to get you out. “Is Tatum still… around?” Billy asked Stu with a hard look.

Stu blinked once. Twice. “Dude I told you, I didn’t want anything happenin’ to her.” His voice was low. “If you want her gone, dude, that’s on y-“

“No, no, I mean,” Billy huffed, “if she’s still here, maybe she can take my girl home. Two birds, one stone, ya feel?”

Realization dawned on Stu’s face. “Oh, yeah, I getcha! I’ll go find her.” He stood with a dramatic flair, attracting Randy’s attention. “I’ll be right back~” He said, walking backwards towards the stairs, earning laughs from the people around the couch.

Billy just smirked to himself and focused on his red solo cup. Coca Cola wasn’t his favorite but he needed to blend in. As he took a drink, you slipped into Stu’s place. Dark eyes followed your movement as you snuggled closer. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Now, very few people knew Billy beneath his surface level. His real thoughts and feelings. Stu knew more than most people but no one had ever seen him completely. It made him feel safer. Like his disguise was working. Dating Sydney had been a welcome distraction, another piece of his plan perfectly in place. So her dumping him hadn’t been expected.

Finding you wasn’t either. But he was attracted to something about you. Something in his gut that told him he might be able to trust you with his darkness. Let you in on his and Stu’s work one day, when you could all look back on tonight as just a faint memory.

Not now though. Right now, he needed to protect you.

While he’d planned on killing Tatum for a nice, clean finish, Stu had been resistant to the idea. Your very presence may have just spared her from any involvement. Stu liked her and didn’t want to hurt her but, unlike Billy, he was aware he might have to cut his losses.

Your introverted nature may have given Tatum a chance to walk away.

“You okay, doll?” Billy asked you softly, curling an arm around your shoulder.

You slid more into his side, scrunching your face up slightly. “I’m… not a big party person.”

He chuckled, a warm sound he had practiced. “I know. It’s why I’m glad you came with me. I- I know its really outta your comfort zone, but I appreciate you coming with me.” Billy kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there. “Next date, you can pick.”

A soft giggle from you made him smirk. “Is this a date?” You teased, tracing odd patterns on his jeans. “Odd date for an odd guy, hm?”

Oh, if only you knew.

Stu smacked his hands down on the back of the leather couch, making you jump and making Billy shoot him an annoyed look. “Hey, uh, Billy?” Stu bit at his lip nervously, Tatum looking clearly worried over his shoulder. "Sydney's upstairs getting sick in the bathroom."

Billy frowned, scanning Stu's face and noting the ghost of a smile there. While he'd broken up with Sydney weeks ago, they still needed her for the final act. So they'd slipped her something that'd make her throw up but not do any real damage to her. A last minute adjustment to the plan but, sometimes, Stu had good ideas.

Quickly, Billy put on a face of alarm. "Oh shit, did something happen?

Stu shrugged. "Hard to say. Think she might need some help."

Tatum gagged lightly. "I love Syd, but no way. That's gross. I just wanna go home."

"Aww, not stayin' the night?" Stu teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. He kissed her temple as she looked at you.

You and Tatum got along fairly well. Being girlfriends of two best friends meant you two would have an easier time getting along versus hating each other. Besides, Tatum knew it wasn't your fault Syd was paranoid and broke up with Billy.

"Would you mind driving her home for me, Tatum?" Billy asked softly, brushing hair back behind your ear. "I should make sure Syd gets home alright and I don't wanna leave you here alone." Billy kissed your forehead softly.

You frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping."

Billy smiled at you, his perfectly practiced smile reassuring you. "I'm sure. I was gonna leave anyways. How 'bout I head over to your place after I help out Syd?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You blushed as Stu giggled obnoxiously, him and Tatum gagging over the two of you. As if they weren't the king and queen of disgusting couples things.

Tatum took your arm and dragged you off the couch and towards the door. "You better make sure Syd gets home safe." She pointed a delicately painted nail at Billy and Stu.

Billy held up his hands placatingly. "So long as you get my girl home safe. Deal?"

Stu laughed and Tatum rolled her eyes, hooking elbows with you as the two of you marched out of the house. You liked Tatum, since she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and always defended you. She, of course, made sure you got home safe and sound. When you'd finally gotten home, you took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell into bed.

You didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep until you woke up to the sun's harsh rays beaming down on your eyes from your bedroom window. A pang of concern came over you when you realized Billy hadn't come over.

Quietly, you padded down the stairs and saw your mother and father's eyes glued to the television. It looked like whatever had their attention had interrupted your dad heading to work and your mom from cooking breakfast. As you stepped closer to ask what was wrong, you heard the newscaster's voice.

"...police confirmed the killer to be Neil Prescott who broke into the house and killed five people - including his daughter Sydney - and then himself. The only two survivors were Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, whom authorities say are currently hospitalized due to injuries."

You stopped listening, adrenaline coursing through you and your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. Oh god, Sydney's dad killed all those people? His own daughter? You bolted for the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas as you made your way to your car. The hospital would no doubt be open, you thought as you backed out of the driveway.

All you could think of was that you needed to see if Billy was okay.

[writeforfandoms]

Born for Greatness 8

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Well here we are! This is the last official chapter of the story. I do have one short bonus chapter written that is Price and Logan, and I’m open to doing more! I may try to revisit this pack again. If you have ideas/requests, feel free to let me know!

In which we finally get answers. All of us. 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, pack cuddles, the boys are too cute, brief mention of drugs (from last chapter), I finally get to make the joke

John Price x f!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Four days after the forced shift incident, you had been gently but firmly shooed out of the investigation. Which was fine by you - you were not an investigator. You’d handed everything over to John and wiped your hands clean of the mess. 

But it had put some things into perspective for you. 

“Finally made up your mind?” Logan dropped down next to you, leaning back to join you laying on the grass.

“Mmhm.” You smiled up at the sky, oddly peaceful despite the butterflies in your tummy. 

“And?” Logan nudged you, clearly not patient enough to wait you out this time. 

You breathed in, slow and deep. You hadn’t quite told John your plans yet, but he’d been busy trying to figure out who’d sent the letter. So. You’d update him as soon as he came up for air. 

“I’ve got a moving company lined up to take care of my apartment,” you told him, still looking up at the clouds. “I was gonna ask you to supervise. You’ll know what’s important and what can get shoved in storage.”

“Storage.” Logan snorted. “Send it to my place, I’ve got room.” 

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” 

“Don’t push it, kid.” 

You laughed, quiet but sincere. “I figured you’ll have to send me a few more things, but we can figure that out when you’re at the apartment. I still have no idea what all is damaged.”

“Not botherin’ you?” Logan glanced at you, one eyebrow raised.

“It’s just stuff.” You shrugged. “I keep the irreplaceable things with me.”

“Smart kid.” Logan chuckled. “And the pack?” 

You hesitated for a moment. You hadn’t said the words out loud yet, despite knowing what you wanted. You swallowed and tipped your head to look at him. “I’m staying here.” 

Logan chuckled. “Atta girl.” 

“Oh shut up.” But you were grinning, relaxing under his clear approval. 

“Figured that out, have you?”

“Eh.” You wiggled one hand back and forth in a so-so motion. “I know I want to stay. They want me to stay. We haven’t actually discussed the details of it, but… I trust they’ll figure it out.” 

Logan smiled. “Well. That’s a change from your normal.” 

“It is.” You swallowed, glancing over at him. “Figured I’d actually listen to you for once.”

He snorted. “Had to happen eventually.”

The two of you lapsed into silence for a few minutes, both enjoying the gentle warmth of the sunshine. 

“This doesn’t mean I won’t see you anymore, or anything,” you suddenly pointed out. Because that was something you’d thought about before. 

“Course not,” Logan agreed. “Else I’d come kidnap you.”

You snorted. He would, too, if he felt he had to. “Figured when they’re gone doing their thing, I can fly out and stay with you, at least some of the time.” 

“That would be good.” He spoke slowly, but he couldn’t hide the emotion in his voice. 

“What?” You rolled onto your side, alarmed, looking him over quickly.

But Logan smiled and shook his head. “Not a bad thing,” he muttered, waving you off. “Just. You finally stopped running.” 

You warmed and ducked your head, rolling back onto your back. “Yeah. Guess I did.” You side-eyed him. “But if you throw me into the pond again, I’ll get Ghost to throw you in for me.” 

“Fair,” Logan allowed. The two of you lapsed into quiet again, comfortable and easy. 

At least until Logan stretched. “When is the moving company set to start?”

“They estimated in three days, but I told them I’d get back to them for sure after I talked to you.” 

He grunted. “That’s fine. Better go book a ticket.” 

“You’re sure you don’t mind doing this for me?”

“Kid, it’s going through your crap. How hard can it be?” Logan smirked, getting to his feet and holding a hand down to you. “I’ll just annoy the crap outta you until you give me all the answers.”

You laughed, taking his hand and letting him haul you up. “You’re an ass.”

“I’d say you volunteered, but you didn’t.” He smirked at you, easy and amused. 

You both turned when you heard a woof, and Soap attempted to tackle you. Attempted, because you stepped out of the way. His paws hit the ground and he huffed at you.

“Nuh uh,” you scolded gently. “No tackling.” 

“You’ll have your hands full with that one,” Logan muttered, grinning like the little shit he clearly was. “Payback.” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, and only realized a moment too late what he’d done. Soap jumped up on his hind legs, front paws balanced against your stomach, tail wagging about a mile a minute. “Uh. You didn’t hear anything, Soap. I have to talk to John first.”

He barked and ran off a few steps before running back to circle you and run away again. 

“I think I’m being herded,” you told Logan, voice dry.

“You better go before he starts nipping,” Logan agreed, just as dry. “I’ll find you later.”

You nodded and hesitated a moment before you darted in to hug him, tight. Just for a moment. Then you backed off and walked away. 

Soap boofed at you, tail still wagging, high-stepping through the grass.

“Oh hush. You menace.” 

Soap just wagged his tail before running ahead of you. You opened the door into the building for him, and he trotted straight to John’s office and sat. 

“Alright, thanks. Now shoo.”

His ears lowered and he hunched a little, looking up at you with big sad eyes.

“No, I don’t care. Do not give me those eyes. This is a private conversation and you’re not invited.” 

Soap huffed but slunk off down the corridor. Shaking your head, you knocked on the door. 

“Come in,” John called. 

He was seated behind his desk, paperwork spread in front of him, though he was looking at you. His lips twitched in a soft little smile. 

“You busy?” You closed the door gently behind you.

“Not for you.” He pushed back from his desk, though he let you decide where you wanted to be. You settled on the couch, because at the very least you wanted to be comfortable for this discussion. 

“So. Never got to answer your question the other day.”

John joined you on the couch, though he did leave a bit of space between you. Likely for your comfort, because you saw him start to reach for you and pull back. “We got interrupted.”

“We did.” You took a deep breath, reaching over to take his hand. He watched you but he didn’t push, giving you time. “I was going to tell you yes. I want to stay.” 

The smile that inspired was warm and big and possibly one of your new favorite things. “Yeah?”

“Yes, John.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little, squeezing his hand. 

“I’ve got a follow up question, then.” He shifted closer to you, eyes bright. 

“Okay.” You smiled, watching him. 

“Would you allow me to court you?” He took your free hand as well, dipping his head a little to hold your gaze. “Properly.” 

You warmed under his gaze but nodded. “I’d like that very much,” you agreed, soft and almost shy. 

There was a whoop from outside the door, almost immediately muffled, followed by a thump. Then another thump. 

John sighed, his head dropping forward, even as your shoulders shook with silent laughter. “Fuckin’ muppets.” 

“They’re yours,” you pointed out, extremely unhelpfully. 

“They will be yours too, soon.” John released your hands and stood, marching over to the door and yanking it open. “Sergeants!” 

Leaving Soap to sputter through an explanation, Gaz darted around him and straight to you, nearly bowling you over in his excitement. 

“You’re a menace,” you muttered, unable to keep the affection from your tone. 

“Only a bit.” Gaz deliberately met your gaze, beaming, held it for a count of three, and then dropped his gaze. This was much more intentional than the last time he’d done it, a very clear showing that you were higher ranked in the pack than he was. And, as if that wasn’t enough, he squirmed in until he could tuck his head under your chin. 

You melted. Just a little. Sure, this was a grown-ass man who was taller than you, but he was just. Too damn cute. 

“Not at all excited, huh?” you couldn’t help but tease, turning your head to rest your cheek on top of his head. 

“Just a bit,” he muttered back, arms tight around your waist. “I’m just… You’re good for him. For us. I’m happy you’re staying.” 

You smiled, rubbing your cheek on top of his head, even though it didn’t quite work the same way as it would from a shifter. He still shivered and melted into you, totally relaxed. 

“You’re still in trouble,” John grumbled, even as his weight dropped down next to you. “Even if you are being cute.” 

“Yes sir,” Gaz muttered, grin clear in his voice. 

“Sure you wanna deal with these muppets?” John asked, curling one arm around your shoulders. 

“I think they’ll give me less of a hard time than they do you.” You couldn’t help but slant an amused smirk at him. 

“Probably right.” 

“We’ll behave,” Soap added, as he popped up on your free side and very nearly gave you a heart attack with how stealthy he’d been.

“Bells,” you grumbled, tightening your grip on Gaz. “I’m putting bells on all of you.” 

“Sounds distracting.” Ghost lounged in the doorway, smirking. 

“Hopefully.” You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting to see if he’d come closer. 

He didn’t. “Johnny, move your arse.”

Soap grumbled but got up again, tapping Gaz on the shoulder. Gaz sighed against your shoulder, squeezed you one more time, and then released you. Ghost shut the door after them.

“Now,” John murmured, a teasing little smile on his lips, “where were we…?” 

“Something about courting,” you teased right back, though you did shift to face him on the couch. 

“Mm, yes.” His hands settled on your waist, pulling you slowly but inexorably closer. “And you said yes.”

“Did I?” You feigned surprise. “Hmm. Sounds reasonable.” 

John chuckled. “Tease,” he murmured, the word soaked in soft affection. 

This time, he didn’t give you a chance to respond. He just kissed you, slow and sweet and exploratory. He pulled back, but you didn’t give him a lot of space, dipping your head to kiss the corner of his lips. His jaw. The underside of his chin. His soft groan rumbled through the air between his chest and yours, and you hummed a satisfied note. 

“You are gonna be a handful,” he murmured, hands tightening around you. 

“Only if I’m doing this right.” You smiled against his skin, pressing one last kiss to his throat. 

“What do you need from me? To help you settle in more permanently.” One big hand left your waist, rubbing up your back to settle at the nape of your neck. 

You shrugged. “Logan is going to pack up my apartment, so he’ll send me a few more things. Other than that… I don’t really need much.” 

“Think about it,” he encouraged. “And tell me what you think.”

“Alright.” You didn’t think you’d come up with much, but he was the alpha. It was his job to make sure everyone had what they needed. 

“When is Logan leaving?”

“Not sure. He had to go get tickets, said he’d update me when he had them.”

John grunted softly, leaning back and pulling you with him until you were cuddled against his chest, your cheek against his shoulder. You could definitely get used to this. 

“There’s one more thing I need to do,” you murmured into the gentle, quiet space between you two. “It won’t be the only time, but it’s tradition.”

“What’s that?” John asked softly, his nose nudging your temple. 

“Cook dinner for you. I always cook dinner for packs, usually right at the end of the job.” 

“You haven’t officially finished yet?” But John didn’t sound upset, just mildly surprised.

“The letter incident pushed back the completion of the job.”

“Hm.” John nudged your temple again. “You’ll let me know what you need?”

“Yes but only because that was a question.” 

John snorted, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “I should get back to work.”

“Five more minutes?” 

He acquiesced with a little sigh, holding you close. 

It took you until the next day to get everything taken care of. The last of the paperwork had been signed. Your final check had been deposited in your account. 

You were truly free and clear of any work. 

So, naturally, you were making more food than you needed. But with five shifters to feed, you figured that would do just about right. 

“Need any help?” 

You didn’t jump only because you’d heard Logan coming. He didn’t bother to sneak much of anywhere. 

“No, I got it.” You looked at him and then did a double take. “I thought your flight wasn’t leaving until the morning?” 

“Got a call from an old friend,” he murmured, stepping closer and setting his duffel bag down momentarily. “Gonna go visit them for the night before I head back.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t help the way your chest clenched at that. You knew you’d see him again, probably sooner than later, but still. You’d thought you’d have a little more time.

“Sorry, kid.” He stopped in front of you. “Especially sorry to miss out on this.” 

That got you to snort. “Next time.”

“Next time,” he agreed softly. He pulled you into a hug, tight and warm and familiar. You relaxed into him with a little hum, holding him tight. 

When he pulled back, you let him go. “Safe trip and all that.”

“Thanks,” he drawled, stepping back and picking up his duffel bag again. “Don’t burn anything.”

“Ass,” you grumbled as you turned back to the stove. “Say hi to Charles for me.”

“I’m not visiting him,” Logan called back, only a little annoyed.

You smirked. “Say hi to Erik for me.”

“Definitely not that asshole,” Logan shouted back from the hall. And then he was gone, leaving you to cackle to yourself. Sometimes it was just too easy to rile him up. 

You didn’t bother to plate things up in any fancy way, just laying out the selection for the pack and then stepping out of the way so you’d have a good view when they came in.

Which you did. And you took in the awed expressions with absolute glee. 

“Christ, love.” John walked over to you first, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Trying to spoil us?”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged, unrepentant. “Sit.” 

You let them settle first, though you kept half your attention on Ghost, figuring he’d want some privacy. 

But he surprised you, meeting your eyes for a split second before he nodded to the chair left open on John’s left. Across from him. You raised one eyebrow but moved to the chair and sat, curious. 

“Don’t need to be so cautious,” Ghost grumbled, passing a dish to John. 

“You like your privacy.” You shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal, not to you. 

He huffed something like a laugh, folding the bottom of his mask up to just above his nose. Scars gone silvery with age marked his skin in the brief glimpse you allowed yourself before you returned your gaze to his forehead. 

“You’re pack now,” was all he said before he took a bite of food. You had the pleasure of watching his eyes widen, just a little. 

Your satisfied smile didn’t go unnoticed, but John only chuckled at you and put more food on your plate. You weren’t surprised - that was very much courting behavior for a shifter. 

“Forgot to mention, love.” John glanced at you. “Figured out who sent that letter.”

“Yeah?” You tipped your head, curious. 

“Keyes.”

“That’s disappointing but not surprising. I’m sure he’s got the contacts to get that kind of drug.” You shrugged. “I trust he’s being handled?”

“Thoroughly.” John’s smirk was small but satisfied.

“Oi.” Gaz huffed at the both of you. “Stop talking shop and eat.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Oh yeah. Life was definitely not going to be boring with this pack. 

To say that dinner was a success was putting it mildly. Most of the food was demolished. Soap and Gaz both ate too much and groaned their way to the couch to collapse. 

“Your emotional support dog abandoned you,” you drawled to Ghost.

“What?” He blinked, startled.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t seen those videos.” You perked up, a grin slowly stretching your lips. 

“What videos?” He narrowed his eyes at you. 

Holding back your evil cackles, you turned on the TV and quickly navigated to your favorite zoo. “In zoos, cheetahs are like balls of anxiety, right? So this one zoo started pairing a cheetah with an emotional support dog, letting the dog be the more dominant partner. Which allowed them to do things like take their cheetahs on walks and show off their speed and stuff, because if the dog is relaxed, the cheetah is relaxed.” You pointed at the screen where a dog and a cheetah were walking calmly together. “It’s you and Soap.” 

For a moment there was silence before Gaz burst out laughing. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost sighed, dropping his head. “I’ll remember this.” 

“Oh I know.” Far too smug, you grinned and settled on the couch, totally unsurprised when Soap immediately used your thigh as a pillow. 

“Where is this?” he asked, grinning up at you.

“The San Diego Zoo was the first to do it, but I believe the practice has been adopted by several zoos now.” You paused for dramatic effect. “And one task force.” 

Gaz rolled onto his stomach to muffle his giggling into the couch, while Soap just covered his face with one hand, laughing so hard he was actually nearly silent. 

“Stop pokin’ fun at him.” John dropped down next to you, arm settling across your shoulders. 

“He’ll get his revenge eventually.” You leaned a little into him, fingers carding idly through Soap’s hair. 

“When did you get so snarky?” Ghost grumbled even as he settled in his normal seat. 

“When this stopped being a job.” You grinned, unrepentant, even as you switched away from the zoo video and over to some sci-fi movie you’d been meaning to rewatch. “Now I wanna see how confused you all get with this.” 

“Mean.” But John was smiling as he said it, tugging you closer until you were cuddled in against his side, Soap still using your thigh as a pillow. 

You knew things wouldn’t always be this easy, this lighthearted. But for once you were prepared to work for it. For them. To keep them. The way they were clearly willing to work to keep you. And that was enough.

[athena-swords]

Pick a pile reading

The main character energy you are coming in.what your friends think of you.what is your charm(intutive)

Disclaimer:It is the believer of the craft which knows what is to be taken and what to not so be mindful of it.

Here are the piles...

Pile 1

Hey pile 1 hope so you all are doing good.ohh this pile definitely have got the vibes so we can see a very confident and firey person in this pile those who are the 'popular' person in high school.Takes stand for what feels right and is loud about their thoughts. Some of you can be migrants or just love traveling the person you look in the streets and be like wish it could me one day. Winning and lots of small victories.

What your friends think of you?

Most of them think you are above average in your craft.The friends which gives great advice they may think you very much like to live in your own fairytale and sometimes will have to remind you of that.A competition they have to keep up with in carrer or school take what fits. Someone who have a balance lifestyle and don't have to dwell on management of their finances much.

What is your charm(intuitive)

Could smell expensive, femme vibes ,intense eye contact,lol I heard taste so idk take how you want,mysterious understanding of things (I hope u understand what I mean).

Pile 2

Hiii  pile 2 hope so the winters are giving you not so much of trouble  maybe people is you as a helper or more of a saver I am  Getting such a BAD BITCH energy from you but not that bitchy kind its more like if you mess with me or my people you are gone. you are kind at the same time you and pile 1 are a bit similar so you can check out that too if you want. life of the party or just someone who lives the  moment .a competitive person who like to WIN like its gives them the kick,validation, self confidence  what ever you would like to take it as . if you are seeing number 9 repeatedly you need to do a self introspection -message from your guides.....

What your friends think of you?

okay right of the bet your friends  konw how much efforts you put on the things you desire for (maybe you dont get the results soon though) they see your cute bratty side and love it as many of ur friends dont mind pampering you.ur love language could be gifting or just being there comforting them.all of ur friends are glad that you just know that they feel and what to say.BTW one of your friends might be missing  now as you are busy these days and not get to connect much they would like to go on outings again.

ok see from the energies I am getting I can say that your friends group genuinely care for you like all of them but just be careful of those whom you dont trust

What is your charm(intuitive)

bad bitch ,warm hugs in winter ,tired ,not sassy but can be...  at times, manifesting clear skin,2022 taught you about____

Pile 3

heyy my babies I hope you have learned your lessons like life been so hard on you like sooo fucking hard you are like the warrior who becomes more strong after each wounds yaa like I was not getting the right words for you  all my love goes to you like you know the character who goes through every shit but comes victorious at the end you are that bitch and never let yourself think anything less than that  you have overcome the worst so just hold on a bit and you will see that there is a happy journey written for you too and people who made you feel like you are nothing are gonna get there fruits dont worry YOU DO YOU .see maybe you dont had those happy memories or teen life hack I would even say childhood life but belive me when I say everything you imagined yourself doing you will be soon pursuing it your guides are telling you to just wait for a little bit until then remember they are there for you.maybe something or someone who you thought as your saviour left you or were not what you thought they were but dont worry the universe sees what you dont they were not someone you needed in your life they would have done more bad than good 

What your friends think of you?

you hardly have friends dont you or whom you can truly call your friend so been betrayed by a friend haa they left you out or were keeping you in the dark but dont take the blame they are just a ill moral and maniplative person but there is surly a childhood friend or a friend who is romantically interested in you darling I am just so sorry that I am not getting what they think but more about the situation IG you need these messages more as your guides are strongly giving these messages as last this friend or lover  admires the strength you have shown and are happy that you are trying to move on and not repeat the patterns within 4 to 6 months you will be meeting people who not only match your vibes but will understand you and guide you there they all will be probably more mature or eolder than you.hoping the best for you.

What is your charm(intuitive)

lo lita, my bag -song, counting starts-song, pitch dark, ghilbi studio character vibes, grand launch, muffins.

Do give feedback as it has been a log ass time .

[deathxwalkerxx]

We Are Equals.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x F/Reader

Warnings: Ah I think none? Maybe a little self eestem issues? Idk if that’s it. 

Anonymous asked:

I have a request if you're taking them, I may also request this to a few other blogs, so don't mind that, I absolutely love your work btw!!

I was hoping for Wanda and reader

wanda recently invited her gf R to live with her, but R has a habit she doesn't know about. The previous person R lived with always made R do the laundry, make all the food, do all the cleaning, and do everything, and R doesn't realize how messed up that is, R thinks their ''lower'' than whoever they live with, therefore they should do everything.

wanda is heartbroken to see R waiting on her like that, making her meals and cleaning up after her, and doing it happily too, and is upset that her love thinks so low of themselves.

que Wanda reassuring R they will split the work evenly, and R doesn't need to do everything

thank u in advance!

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in Panda!! I hope I’ve done this justice for you and it’s what you’ve envisioned the fic to be!! It’s my first time writing Wanda solo, so I hope again I’ve written this right!! Is it hot in here?? Cause I’m nervous lol.

They say you know what love is, the moment that you see the person you’re supposed to be with. Your heart would start thumping hard in your chest, your palms would become sweaty. All you could think about was when you’d see the person again, needing to see them again. Your routine would change just so you could fit them into your life. Your life wouldn’t no longer revolve around you, but your mind would revolve around your partner. That you would do anything to make them happy, and they would do the same for you. You’d never be able to look at life the same, and you’d feel like you finally woke up when you have met this person. 

Of course that wasn’t for you. Your first real relationship wasn’t like what they talked about. Of course for you, she was your everything and you’d do anything to make her happy. You didn’t think you deserved her, you found yourself thinking that you were beneath her, and that at any moment she would be whisked away by someone better, someone worth more than what you were. Of course that was a long time ago. You were now dating Wanda Maximoff, and she was everything that you thought no one should touch. Perhaps you put your partners on a high pedestal and never allowed yourself to be up there with them.

Wanda and yourself had been dating for a few months now, and everything was going swimmingly. Both of you learning about each other, and unable to stop touching each other. She knew just how to love you, and soon you were enthralled by her, needing her just as much as she needed you. One day out of the blue while the both of you were lounging around, watching a sitcom that Wanda loved she had asked you to move in with her. Granted it already felt like you both had been living together. At your place Wanda had a few of her things there and the same with you at hers. You liked Wanda’s place, it was more open than yours. The bedroom was a lot bigger and the bed was much more comfier also. 

Wanda didn’t mind which place you both picked to live in, though it warmed her heart that you picked hers, that you felt at home at her place. You found out that Wanda loved cooking, but while you were now living together you were doing the cooking. Wanda had to leave for work, and you began to clean up the place. It was clean, but you began to dust the place, and do the laundry. It was only the first week of living together so Wanda didn’t think anything of it. She was astonished when she came home and everything was sparkling, even the window sills were. She came home to a lovely cooked meal, and she wanted to savor it. She thanked you profusely, and even showed you that night how thankful she really was. 

Weeks went by and then months and it began to dawn on Wanda. She started to realize that something was wrong with this picture and she couldn’t believe that she let this go on for so long. You were doing the laundry every night, cooking, doing the dishes, making the bed, vacuuming, cleaning anything in this house. Wanda realized that she hadn’t once lifted a finger. You even made breakfast and then cleaned up while she was in the shower. You even cleaned the toilet. Wanda was mad at herself for allowing this to go on for as long as it had.

You were always like this? Thinking so little of yourself that you think you were some kind of servant to her? That you didn’t feel like you were an equal in this relationship at all? She couldn’t fathom how you would come to be this way, who made you like this? Why didn’t anyone stop you from being this way? It made her mad, that one day she knocked Natasha on her ass, before storming out of the training room. To say the assassin was surprised was an understatement. But Wanda didn’t have time to deal with that, she had something else on her mind. She had texted you that day, telling you not to cook, that she was picking up dinner on the way back. She needed to sit down with you and talk to you about this, she needed to set this right. 

She couldn’t be in a relationship with someone who thought they were beneath her, she couldn’t let you live like that, she couldn’t live like this. To Wanda you both were equal partners. You were not her maid, she was not royalty. No one deserved to be waited on hand and foot by someone that should be standing by their side. She never thought of you as below her, and she never would. It was driving her mad with how much this hurt her. Guilt was eating at her as she drove back to your home now, knowing that you’d be cleaning. She hated walking into this home and seeing how it was sparkling. She hated to see the look on your face like you’re proud of yourself for what you’ve accomplished. It just made her angry that you expect this to be a good thing. How could you not see how wrong this was? It made her feel dirty, though she wasn’t mad at you, she could never be mad at you for the way you had conditioned yourself to believe that this was what a relationship was supposed to be like.

Her eyes were burning with unshed tears as she brought the food into the kitchen, you leaning against the counter top with a mug between your hands as you peered into one of the bags. “Chinese for dinner?” You asked her a soft smile gracing your features as you hummed in approval before moving to grab some plates out of the cupboards. “Stop.” Wanda says, and you freeze at the tone she used. As you looked closer at her you could see the tension in her muscles and you swore that she was visibly shaking. You tried to rack your mind to find what made her this way. Had you folded the clothing wrong? Did you use the wrong washing powder? Did it make her itchy?

“I’m sorry. For whatever I have done.” You breathe out to Wanda now, and you could see her jaw clenching while looking at you, her eyes had tears in them and it had you canting your head, trying to figure her out. You had never seen her like this, you never wanted to see her like this. You wanted her happy, you wanted to do everything in your power to make her smile. “I’m not mad at you.” Wanda assures you, though it does nothing to make you relax. Something had her unhappy, and you were still trying to find out what exactly had made her this way. “Okay.” You say the word slowly, letting her know that you don’t trust her words. Palms began to sweat, but not in the way people told you about.

“I’m mad at myself.” She says now, her eyes glancing down at the kitchen counter that she was still standing beside, and your eyes stay glued on her, while you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, the counter keeping you both separated. “Why?” You had to ask, because you weren’t sure what was going on, and you wanted so badly to understand where Wanda was coming from, you wanted to be able to comfort her. “You don’t even see it.” Wanda says her voice cracking as she lowered herself into one of the stools, her legs feeling wobbly from the realization that you just didn’t get it. That you didn’t see how bad this was, how wrong it was.

“See what?” You ask softly, your own voice cracking as you made your way over to where Wanda was sitting, and you sat down next to her taking a hand in your own, your thumb brushing over her knuckles, trying your best to help soothe her, to be there for her. “How wrong this is, sweetie. You do all the laundry, the cooking, the cleaning. You’re not my servant. A relationship should be equal.” She says to you now, and you were frowning while looking at her, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “You do so much already, Wands. I just.. I wanted you to come home and just be able to put your feet up.” You whisper to her now, watching as she was shaking her head, her hand squeezing yours a little tightly though you don’t say anything about that.

“No. You do just as much as I do, Y/N. You work just as much as I do. A relationship should be equal, we should be splitting up the chores, not one of us doing them all. You’re not beneath me, baby. You should be beside me.” She says to you now. Your heart was breaking listening to her. All the things you were doing, you thought were the right thing. It wasn’t like you felt like you were her servant, you enjoyed cleaning up the place knowing that Wanda would just be able to come home and put something on tv to watch while you both enjoyed dinner. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead you silently move away from her, deciding for the time being to place the food on some plates. You could feel Wanda’s eyes on you, but you were focused on getting the food on the plates.

Once again you tried to open your mouth to say something to her, but nothing came out. You shake your own head while shaky hands place the food on the plates. “Detka?” You hear softly from Wanda now, and you shake your head a little harder now, your eyes not looking toward her. It broke Wanda, and she moved to wrap you in a hug, where you bury your face into her neck. “I didn’t want to lose you.” You finally say after some time, just breathing her in and letting her warmth calm your nerves. “I didn’t know that what I was doing was upsetting you, and that’s the last thing that I wanted to do. I love you, and I just. You’re very special to me, and deserve everything that I can offer you.” You say to her while Wanda was shaking her head. “Not like this, sweetie. This isn’t how a relationship works. We’re going to split the chores equally, okay? Because that’s what a relationship should be like. You’re my equal, you should always be equal in a relationship, not anything underneath.” She whispers before pulling back to place a soft kiss to your lips.

“We can start that while over dinner. Maybe we can also have every Friday be a takeout day.” She suggests, knowing that neither of you have to cook every night. And Friday seemed like a good night to have takeout. “I’d like that.” You whisper to her now, before pressing a kiss to her lips, and then to her forehead, lingering there before you were grabbing the plates only for Wanda to slap one of your hands, making you yelp and look at her in shock. “I can carry my own plate, detka.” She tells you now, though her words weren’t harsh, and you both move into the living room, sitting on the couch you wrap you both up in a blanket, legs curling underneath you as you grab your plate and turn the tv on. 

Wanda wanted you to pick something to watch, something that wasn’t what she wanted to watch, so you picked a comedy to watch while you both enjoyed the food. You got better over the coming weeks by sharing the chores, and you found yourself a little more relaxed around Wanda doing this. You came to realize that there was nothing wrong with being equal in a relationship, in fact. It just felt a lot better. You both took turns with cooking, one of you would do the breakfast, both of you would do lunch, and then one of you would do dinner. It always changed, neither one of you was just doing the dinner. Friday takeout became a thing, dishes were left until the morning. 

Both of you grew closer after doing this, the house felt more like a home, the relationship was stronger, and you showed how much you loved Wanda in other ways. When Wanda told you that she had knocked Natasha on her ass, you tried making her feel how she did feel on that day, just so you could see it again. But you haven’t succeeded as of yet. Maybe one day.