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thatbitchery · 22 days ago

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THE 2025 CODE

In light of the (inevitably) incoming new year new me &Co , I thought I'd add to the list of new things you're supposed to be doing

In 2025 we will not cater to people that do not pay our bills. If they are not actively contributing to your bills their desires do not count.

In 2025 we will be necessarily disagreeable. We will honor our point of view and ideas and while we will not be shoving them into everyone's face, we also will not compromise on them to make others comfortable or to appeal to others. We will honor our intelligence and integrity and stand on business, we have the opinions we have and that's that. We will be comfortable with being disagreeable.

In 2025 we will be comfortable with silence. We will not attempt to fill in the blank spaces with words, we will not double text, we will not surrender information or words to avoid awkward silences or anything. We will be very, very comfortable with silence.

In 2025 we will not be auditioning for people unless it's a paid role. Not for their friendship, their love, their acceptance, to be at peace with them- for nothing. We will not try to make them like us by being funny or cute or pretty or whatnot. We will not Will He Like This? Did That Upset Her? Was That The Right Thing To Say? & Co We will do us, if they like us good for them if not also good for them. This is our world they are just in it.

In 2025 we will NOT be centering our anything around anyone (Family can get a pass, and school). We will not cancel our existing plans to make space for people that did not bother to make their plans earlier and simply came at last minute. We will not plan our anything- not outfits, not words, not events, not anything around anyone else, especially not a man or potential romantic interests. we will not tune our interests to them, we will not bend our opinions to them, we will not squeeze our time for them, we will only factor us in. Self-centered is the theme out here. We will not make space for anyone at the expense of us. Me, Me, Me.

In 2025 we will be difficult to please the Simon Cowell way. We will only give compliments when they have been earned. We will only smile when we feel like we want to, we will only be impressed by things we find impressive. We will be stingy with our joy, our compliments, our smiles, our approval and only give them when earned.

In 2025 we will not be parenting adults. If someone feels offended by us, its their job to let us know they were offended by us, our job to see if it's a relationship that needs repair or not. We will not be cleaning up after adults. We will not be gentle parenting fully grown humans into anything - not basic human decency, not relational politics, not basic human hygiene, not nothing. And by people, I largely mean men. When we want to be moms we mom children.

In 2025 we will not be performing unpaid labor. We will not be a free therapist or trauma bucket to be dumped into, not relationship therapist that repairs other's relationship, not maid or chef or waiter duties, not nanny duties, not free coaching, NONE. If we provide expertise, we get paid, e. Not for our families, not for our friends, not for community, not for men.

In 2025 we will validate our desires. Better yet, in 2025 we will NOT be demonizing our desires. We will retire from that Self Shaming role we have been playing and allow ourselves to want it all. We will validate everything we want. Yes I want to Kill Andrew He IS A Piece Of ISht. Yes I want To Marry Brad Pitt. Yes I Want- yes I want. So what.

In 2025 we will not be trying to change people. People will show us what we mean to them by the way they act and we will accept that as a truth and act in our best interests with this information on hand. We Will not try to coach people into treating us better. We will not play zero sum games. We will accept it as a truth and make a decision based on it.

In 2025 we will abandon organized religion for spirituality.

In 2025 we will take responsibility for ourselves and mostly our relationships. We will understand and live from the understanding that it is our responsibility to have mature and functional relationships and any dysfunction we tolerate we accept and it's OUR fault if a person treats us the same way twice.

In 2025 we will be retching level disgusted by inconsistency, even from ourselves. We will not tolerate disrespect, especially not for some surface level 'peace' and worse- attention. Not disrespect to our time, to our dreams, to our ambitions, to our bodies, to our intelligence, to our style, to our families to our preferences to our plans to our everything. We will understand we accept by tolerance and we will serve absence as needed.

BMAC

#I'll add as I go ofc

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sstxrn-4l · 10 months ago

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Matt Sturniolo - NSFW Alphabet

A/N - I'm a devoted Chris girl but I still love Matt the munch😍 also do we like the theme on my page???

Warnings: SMUTTT

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

gets you EVERYTHING. gets a wet towel and cleans you up, gets you a bottle of water and some of his clothes to wear. literally the sweetest. like he could absolutely destroy you and then be all soft and shit.

B - Body part (Thier favorite body part on themself and their partner's)

for him it's definitely his hands. he loves when you look at his veins sticking out when he fingers you. and he loves how good he can make you feel with them.

for you, he LOVES your tits. like literally adores them. not even just in the sexual way either, like they make great pillows too. He loves to watch them bounce every time he thrusts into you.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Ok I feel like he'd love to cum inside you, but if you're not cool with that then it's definitely gonna be on your stomach or your tits.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd like to choke you. not enough to hurt you, just slightly. but yeah I think he'd be into that but be scared to tell you cus he doesn't want you to be weirded out

E - Experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I feel like he for sure has 1, 2 maybe even 3 bodies. he totally knows what he's doing though. even if he only has 1 body. but everyone is different, so once he finds what makes you feel good (it only takes the first time y'all do it for him to figure it out) he's set.

F - Favorite position (goes without saying)

I'd say he really likes cowgirl just so your tits can be right in front of his face. he'd probably take control though, like holding your hips so he can thrust up into you. because even if he wants you on top of him, he definitely still wants to have control.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious during the moment or more goofy?)

This man has to be serious. Like I feel like if something stupid happens he'll laugh for a moment before pounding into you again.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Keeps it trimmed for sure. I mean we've all seen the happy trail so he's got some hair. Literally does not give a shit for you. There is no "oh we can't I haven't shaved." Mans will braid that shit if you asked him to.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

He's definitely very intimate. Even if he's breaking your back and calling you a slut, he still lets you know he loves you (I'm so bad at this one wtf)

J - Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Not very often. He will not hesitate to ask you straightforward. Y'all could be chilling on the couch and this kid's like "can we fuck?" But when he's on tour or you're away for whatever reason, definitely down for phone sex.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he's got a teeny tiny bit of a breeding kink. Loves to degrade and praise you at the same time. "You're so pretty when you act like a slut." "Such a good girl with my cock down your throat." I think he'd be into spanking, maybe a little little bit of choking.

L - Location (Favorite places to do it)

His favorite is definitely the bedroom. But y'all have probably fucked on every surface of his place and yours. I feel like he'd also love to fuck you in the car. Like he's picking up Nick and Chris and while y'all are waiting for them, he'd fuck you in the backseat.

M - Motivation (What gets them going?)

This one's hard because this man will find everything you do hot. I feel like if you were to whisper dirty things in his ear that would be like the hottest thing in the world. Or you maybe do something that seems innocent but only you two would understand. Play a song in the car that you two fucked to last night??? Gets his memory going and he wants to do everything over again.

N - No (Something they would never do)

Anything that can hurt you more than spanking or choking (knife play, gun play, blood play, etc.) If you're into that shit, great! But he's absolutely never trying it. He also wouldn't be into any anal shit. He's not letting you near his ass and he's not getting near yours. And absolutely no toes are getting sucked. Ever.

O - Oral (Giving, receiving, skill)

This man... he could have you cum in 3 minutes with his tongue. He loves eating you out. He doesn't only to it to please you, like he gets pleasure from eating you out. Of course he loves when you give him a blowjob too. He probably starts off letting you do all the work, but as time goes on, he's full on fucking your face. He also grabs your hair when you give him a blowjob too.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It really depends on his mood and your mood. If you're feeling insecure or sad and he wants to make you feel better, he's slow, whispering how beautiful you are, taking his time to kiss every single inch of your body. He also is really slow when he wakes up with morning wood and he's still tired. Now, if he's jealous? GOD DAMN. Kid has you babbling about how good it feels. You can't even form a coherent sentence.

Q - Quickie (Their opinion on quickies. How often?)

He's busy. So he doesn't always have time to fuck you right. He probably doesn't like them that much, but they happen pretty often because he's got shit to do. He'd much rather take an hour or two, but desperate times call for desperate measures.1

R - Risk (Are they down to take risks?)

100% he'll try almost anything once, as long as you're okay with it. Now there are things that he wouldn't try, but I already said that stuff for No so I'm not going into it here.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I think he could go for maybe 2-3 rounds. 4 if y'all haven't seen each other in like a week or two. I think he could last if he needed to, but normally he just wants to cum at the same time as you.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Who do they use it on?)

He probably owns 1 vibrator. He uses it on you though. The one he owns is probably one of those that can be controlled from an app, and he uses it for when he's recording and you're still at home.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

GOOD LORD. He will tease you until you're begging to be touched in any way. And if you even think about teasing him, you're in for a long night. Bro is such a tease it's insane.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

I'd say he's pretty loud, but he also just wants to hear the sounds that you make. He definitely groans in your ear though. He's loud enough that you can always hear him, but he's quiet enough to be able to hear you.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon)

I think he lowkey wants you to give him head while he's driving, but he doesn't want to ask you in case you're scared he'll crash or something.

X - X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ok so we've all seen how Chris never wears fucking underwear apparently. So assuming they're about the same size, DAMN. So he's definitely long, but probably not super girthy.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Like not to the point where it's an unhealthy addiction, but you're just hot as hell, it's not his fault. AT LEAST 3-4 times a week.

Z - Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Always waits for you to fall asleep first. As soon as he knows you're sleeping, he's out.

YAYYYYY it's been like 3 weeks and I finally finished one of the two projects I'm working on!!! I might have to do a Chris versionnnnn

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #alphabet

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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 10 months ago

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≡;-꒰ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐇 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕

╰┈➤ ❝ jeremiah x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : switch!jeremiah, kissing and making out, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, mild themes of possessiveness, slight cursing, use of pet names "milady/my lady" "princess" "baby"

an : haha ... happy april (i'm the fool)

nsfw alphabet masterlist | works masterlist

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

jeremiah had started out a little jumpy and lost, no doubt a little unsure of what exactly to do. all he did know for sure is that he couldn't leave you all slick and messy with his cum, and he would immediately spring up with the intention of doing that, almost even insisting that he should change the sheets first, too. you'd have to pull him back down just to ask for a few moments of cuddling, assuring him that you both can get cleaned up in a little bit. he learns easily, though—he won't be so sudden anymore, obliging you by holding you close and placing little kisses on your forehead.

"oh... alright, my lady. i'd like to cuddle with you, too..."

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

of yours? always your lips. he's always found them magnetizing, and perhaps it had always been a dead giveaway for you when he started seeing you as more than just a friend. the way his eyes would drift down to your lips as you spoke, watching the way they moved... he'd lose himself a little bit, just looking at them. and then kissing them is a whole other experience—your lips are so soft, and plush, that he found it so difficult to pull away, always wanting more. he's definitely the type to make out with you for hours on end, lips moving slowly against yours, his hands over your waist and pulling you close.

when it comes to his own body parts, if you asked him he would say it's his hair. but the truth is he doesn't particularly have one, he just likes the way you compliment it. you've made it known from the start how fond you are of his curls, and he loves the way you play with his hair, run your fingers through it, even when you mess it up a little. he'd think, if you love it that much, then he should, too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

there's something so possessive in the way he'd have grown to be so fixated on cumming inside you. it had been a while before the both of you consented to it, but once he did it, it's almost as if something had snapped. he'd fuck his cum into you, almost chruning it inside you, his hips moving more aggressively against yours as if the very thought of it had him riled up all over again. he'd mumble things about how he can't stop moving now, about how he always has to do this to you whenever you make love, because now.... now, you're completely, wholly, his. no one else gets to fill your pretty little pussy up with cum, but him.

"mmhffuck—take it, princess, take all of it— you're—you're all mine—"

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

god knows how many dirty thoughts jeremiah has been having about you from the very start—only the naughtiest dreams, always wanting nothing more than to bend you over the counter and fuck you right there whenever you walk into his shop. he'd never tell you that he has your scent memorized, he'd never tell you that he'd touch himself to the thought of you even long before you'd started the relationship you have now. whether it was guilt, or embarrassment, or a mix of both—he'd take this secret to the grave.

(bonus: he definitely gets off to the fact that your heart belongs to him now—not to anyone else, not to xavier. he can act and think guiltily about it all he likes, but when his cock is pumping in and out of you? when you take him so damn well? he's filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment that's simply unbeatable. but he would NEVER say it out loud.)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

jeremiah wouldn't be the least bit experienced, only having his thoughts and his fantasies to guide himself. he'd have been acting ourely on instinct and desire the first time the two of you had gotten intimate, and you'd definitely have needed to teach him a few things here and there. but after all, jeremiah is a fast learner—he'd pride himself in how well and how easily he could pick out what gets you going, memorizing your most sensitive spots so that a few rounds in from the first and he'd have you melting and cumming for him with almost terrifying ease.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

jeremiah often switches between classic missionary to having your legs up against his shoulders as he leans back, or other times, he would love to have you riding him in cowgirl position. the bottomline is—he likes looking at you. he wants to see your every reaction, have his eyes rake over your body and take in the way your mouth would fall open in gasps and pants and moans... it makes the moment feel more real to him. more tangible. that he is, in fact, in bed with you; that he is, in fact, fucking you like he's always wanted to.

"this... this isn't a dream, right? you're so beautiful, milady..."

G = Giving (Bedroom dynamics; do they prefer to take charge? Would they rather have you take the reins?)

he's a switch. he might have dom-leaning tendencies whenever he's all worked up and just desperately wants to take you for his own, but he's just as down with having you take control. in his mindset, if he gets to have you at all, then he's more than willing to have you in any way you want—whether you want him to leave you a moaning mess, or whether you want him to be beneath you, begging you for more. he could totally do both.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he'd be fairly groomed. he likes being clean, but the process of it is more tedious and effort-inducing than he'd have liked it to be. he doesn't trim as often as he should to keep the neatness maintained, but he at least does it often enough that his body hair never gets too long. most of all, he always wants to look his best for you—so he'd try his best, he really would!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic, serious, goofy, etc…)

a little awkward a first, but definitely leans into the romantic side. he's ever the hopeless romantic, after all—even in your day-to-day interactions, he'd do things like gift you flowers and handwritten letters, write poems about you, recite poetry to you... that, then, when you make love, he'd love to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, tell you how much he loves you and how much he would never want to lose you. he'd want desperately to keep you close to him, too, reveling in the heat of your body and the feeling of your skin flush against his. and he'd love kissing you—not just on your lips, but on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your hair, your neck... all over your body, if he could help you. all in all, he wants you, he needs you, he loves you—and he would make that very clear to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

it's a guilty pleasure; he gets himself off so easily to just the thought of you. with all of the fantasies he has about you nearly every day, he would often end up back in his bed, his cock already leaking. he'd either reach his hand out to touch himself, start pumping into his palm, or other times, he'd be humping his pillow. and it would get worse when you actually start being intimate with each other, because then he'd have memories of you. not just mere thoughts and dreams and fantasies, but now he knows how it feels to have your walls wrap snugly around him, and god—he'd keep wanting it so, so badly. just remembering how you feel or how you taste would get him spilling into his hand with embarrassing ease, moans of your name falling from his lips.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

for one thing: clothing. your clothing. particularly lace, or the more specific combination of a skirt with thigh-high socks. there's something about seeing you in these types of clothes that has his lips going dry, and then he'd be desperately willing himself not to get so obviously hard at the mere sight. it's not good for his mental health, he would huff to himself, but the minute the both of you are alone, he'd want nothing more than to ravage you as much as you would let him. guaranteed that he would love to fuck you with those articles of clothing on, for as long as he could help it—maybe pushing your lace panties to the side, or flipping your skirt up, really almost anything to prolong the sight of you wearing them.

jeremiah also definitely as a thing for pictures. whether he takes them himself or you would willingly send some to him won't matter, but these are pictures that he would definitely use, from time to time, to jerk off to. it's all consensual, of course; it would have killed him to do this to you in secret—but you would remember very clearly the first time he'd asked you, all shy and flustered and adorably pink in the cheeks.

"haah... i really, really like this on you, baby..."

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

he would be very traditional with this, always making sure you were comfortable in a bed... preferably, his bed. he's not entirely too comfortable being intimate with you in your apartment—what with xavier being your neighbor, and everything—and you never really mind spending the night over at his place, either. at this point, it's just become normal for the both of you to stick to the bedroom, where you can be as close and as intimate as you want to be without truly having to worry about noise, or prying eyes or ears.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

what wouldn't? jeremiah is obsessed with you. it's so easy for you to turn him on, that you genuinely don't even have to try. it could be the clothing you wear, or the way you walk, or the way you talk, the way you smile... if your voice drops a little lower, or if you smirk—the list could go on. it's more of a challenge for him to keep himself in check, and try not to be so obviously desperate for you, but god damn. the things you do to him.

N = Nicknames (What do they call you during the act?)

jeremiah always calls you by the phrase 'my lady', and he always had since the day the both of you met. you'd think him being polite, but it was more a force of habit to him than anything else, before it eventually started growing on him. and then he'd start to use it more... fondly. then it would branch out sometimes into 'pretty', or 'baby', and he would smile each time he called you by a term of endearment. and then he'd calling you 'princess'. you remember the first time he did it, like the nickname meant something more to him than just a nickname, all while he was deep inside your cunt, his hips stuttering slightly. 'princess' would eventually become the nickname you most associated with your bedroom activities. sometimes he'd add a 'my' right before it as if to make a point, and it's especially a favorite of his to say it whenever he fills you up with his cum.

(bonus? any nickname you give him has his stomach filling with butterflies, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. 'miah, jem, sweetie, love—anything works, really.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

jeremiah is easily accepting of both—whatever you want to do.

if he receives oral, he would especially love to watch as you take him into your mouth, watch the way your tongue would lick and swirl over the tip of his cock. he'd be panting and whimpering, his face flushed with lust... it wouldn't take long before he'd start bucking his hips into your mouth, keen on getting as much stimulation from you as he can.

if he's giving you oral, he quite prefers it when you sit on his face. he gets especially turned on when you grind against him, feeling your fingers knot into his hair as he knows damn well his nose is brushing against your clit, his tongue slurping up all of your juices. he doesn't have much technique when he eats you out, but again, he's memorized exactly how to bring you to the edge with his tongue—it won't take long before you're cumming all over him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

definitely leans more towards the slow and sensual side. he doesn't usually like being fast and rough with you—he treats you gently, and full of love, all the time. nad he likes taking his time with you. he likes savoring the moment, prolonging all the sensations if he could help it—because no matter how much the two of you might have sex, he'd treat it as if it would be a while before the next time that you would. he doesn't want to lose the moment, always wanting to hold you and be close to you and revel in the feeling of your warmth, of your skin. it's only when he nears his high that the desperation kicks in incredibly hard and he can no longer resist it. his pace would become more erratic, and he'd be snapping his hips faster into yours. when he fucks his cum into you, the sensuality in his pace turns into a fiery passion, his face buried into your neck, your body caged underneath him as he thrusts in and out of you.

"c-can't stop, princess... s'too good!"

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he's not quite the biggest fan. again, he likes taking his time—he wants to feel every little thing, take in every little expression you make, every little reaction. and this is all in spite of how needy he often gets for you. he'd think going for a quick round would be a waste, when he could just power through and wait for the evening, when he could have you all to himself instead. even if you asked him for one, he would still find it in himself to deny you—it's just not worth it to him, and he'll promise to give you what you want later on instead when you have more time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

this is something that jeremiah himself can't really make up his mind on. on one hand, there's something about the thrill of risks that definitely has his interests piqued—there's definitely the allure and exhilaration of it, even for him. but on the other hand, he'd easily get anxious about it. jeremiah isn't particularly experienced, and he wouldn't want to mess up—what if he did, and it ends up with him losing you? he wants to prioritize your comfort and your happiness, so the both of you would need a long and proper conversation on this if you're interested in experimenting.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

jeremiah has a fair amount of stamina. a bit more than you, but not so much that he could really fuck you 'till you pass out, or anything. he'd very much go for maybe two rounds or so, maybe three, but the moment you tell him you're too tired, he'd stop immediately.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he wouldn't own any toys of his own, already content with using his hand or even a pillow to please himself. but just in line with his desire to please you, if you wanted to use toys during your activities, he would be more than willing to do that with you. you'd have to guide him through it for the first couple of minutes, of course, but whether you want to use a toy on him, or if you want him to use a toy on you, he'd be quick to learn and do exactly what pleases you.

(if there's any toy that he'd quite like to use on you though, it would definitely be your vibrator. he'd have some sort of look of wonder on his face as he'd watch your thighs tremble with the pleasure it gives you, and his expression would be adorable.)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

he's not as much of a tease as you are... if at all, really. he just doesn't have the heart to tease you! especially not when he's so needy for you, especially not when he wants so desperately to slide inside of you and take in exactly how it feels to be so snug in your heat. if he ever is unfair, it would only be because he knows how to please you—and it's purely unintentional. it's the way he looks at you, so enamoured as his fingers stretch your walls, so full of love when your body shakes with pleasure... it's the way he groans into your ear, letting you hear how desperate he is for you... it turns you on, and it makes you feel so loved. he doesn't quite know that it makes you feel that way, because on his part, he simply can't help it—he doesn't mean to do it to get you all riled up, he really just loves you that much. and it's the smallest thing, really, but if you ever call him unfair it would be because of that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

jeremiah isn't particularly loud, but definitely vocal in letting you know how good he feels. he doesn't shy away from the dirty talk, but rather than it being intentional, it pours out of him almost instinctively—like he can't help it, because that is how good it feels to fuck you like that, and how could he hold back from saying it?

nevertheless, his volume would still be kept quite low. he's often moaning into your neck, or your hair, or even right beside your ear... all these groans, and praises, and beautiful low grunts each time he thrusts back in. if anything, the sounds of all of this, and his voice in your ear, would drive you extra wild, and it would really, really make him so damn happy.

"ah- ah— ngh— p-princess... princess, it's so... nnh— so good...!"

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

again, it's unintentional, but jeremiah would end up overstimulating you a little bit. it's the breeding kink—perhaps he lets it get too much in his head, but whenever he cums inside of you the first time that night, there's simply no way he would stop. he needs to do it one more time—at least one more time. he'd be quite lost in the feeling, not quite giving you a chance to come down from your own high before he's thrusting into you again, desperately wanting to fill you up even more.

"p-princess, baby, i have to—i have to cum again, i have to fill you up, you can take it, right? right? fuck—"

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

jeremiah would be quite average in size. not too long, and not too thick; it's just the perfect size for you. he fits you like a glove, and it feels exactly like you were made for each other. you love it, too, because this way, you could focus freely on how good he makes you feel, and it's also because of this that he's able to go so deep inside of you without hurting you. it wasn't such a shocking change for you the first time the both of you had sex, either—just like everything about him, it's comfortable.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

again, jeremiah is obsessed with you. he wants you, needs you. his sex drive is quite high when it comes to you because of that, and he might not admit it out loud himself, but you know that you turn him on quite easily. he's practically always ready to be intimate with you, and you adore that he would desperately try to control himself and be respectful around you when the two of you aren't alone. in fact, if you tease him enough in bed, you could definitely get him to beg—that's just how worked up you get him, all the damn time.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

not too quickly, he always waits for you to sleep first. in line with aftercare, he'd give you a few moments of cuddling before slipping out of bed to get the both of you cleaned, and from there he'll have you snug in his arms, whispering sweet nothings if only to lull you to sleep. he'd kiss the top of your head softly, and once he's sure you're no longer awake, only then would his eyes flutter closed. he'd still be holding you flush against his chest, and feeling all satisfied and content.

"good night, my lady."

⁺₊ / an: i'm downbad, i know... stop me before it gets to the point where add jeremiah to my regularly-written characters and start accepting requests for him HFJSKFJSNBF

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midnight-mourning · 3 months ago

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DCA Promptober Day 30: Birthday

I have chosen violence with all of my promptober responses, this one is no different. That being said, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1531

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"Robots can't have birthdays, silly!"

You set down the box you're carrying, glancing up to Sun, "You don't think?"

"Of course not," He scolds, pulling out another strand of streamers to hang up, "We're not born, we're made!"

You pull a bag of balloons out of the box, "Yeah, but still, there was a point where you didn't exist, and now you do. I'd still consider that a birthday."

Sun seems to ponder your words for a moment, rays spinning idly.

You blow up a few balloons, watching as he puts his fingers under his chin, staring at the ground as he taps his foot in thought. It makes you giggle and lose the air in you'd built up in your balloon.

He comes to a decision finally, nodding once as he looks back to you, "I suppose you're right! Though, I can't seem to recall when that would be, to be honest."

"Well, we could always pick a day," You get more supplies out of the box, there should be a staff bot stopping by with cake and pizza anytime now, "If you want."

You start organizing party supplies, counting out what party favors you have and may need to run and grab more of for prizes and such during games. The bot helping you has gone quiet, and you assume that the conversation is therefore over. That doesn't last, however.

You feel Sun's presence before you see him, he bends down to your level, tone in awe, uncertain, "Really? You mean that?"

You nod.

"Would, would today be alright? After, after the party, of course."

You smile, using both hands to cup his faceplate, "Of course," You kiss him softly, then pull away, "If that's what you'd like. Moon can pick his own day, if he wants."

Sun's rays spin rapidly, and he has to use his hand to stop them. He speaks dazed, "Today is fine, he said."

You chuckle, "Today it is, then."

You finish setting up for the party, and it goes off without a hitch. Sun, very excited at the prospect of celebrating his own 'birthday' only does the basics of cleaning up, leaving up the decorations and the likes to give them an additional use.

You order another cake from Chica's, and after some calculated thinking, manage to come up with a decent gift for him and Moon both.

To Sun's disappointment, Moon gets to go first, as the cycle hits just right for it.

"You know I can't eat cake, right Star?" Moon chuckles as he sits down across from you at the miniature table. You'd stuck a party hat on his head, and while it looked silly with his other hat, it simply had to be done.

You flick on the lighter, lighting the candles, "True, but you still get to make a wish! So let me sing and just sit there looking pretty, alright?"

"Alright," His tone is smooth but with the quiet noise of his fans you know the comment flustered him.

You sing, and once you're finished, Moon blows out the candles by clapping once, the resulting air extinguishing them. You cheer and after smearing a bit of cake across his faceplate, hold out his gift. You found some stars and moons themed wrapping paper lying around, making for the perfect gift, even if you'd just come up with it during the previous party.

He finishes removing the frosting from his features, "You didn't have to get us a gift, you know. This was a 'last-minute' decision as you would say."

"Well, I would also say that it's your birthday, and I got you a gift," You hold up Sun's gift in your other hand, wrapped in red and yellow paper, "And Sun! I figured you would argue otherwise."

Moon snickers, taking his present from you, "You would be correct."

He takes a moment to shake it, but doesn't seem to figure out what it is. He then methodically unwraps it revealing a sketch book.

"You always talk about wanting to draw, but with being the naptime attendant not getting to so..." You trail off.

He hums, then laughs. Then, reaches over and takes your hand, pressing it to his smile, "It's wonderful, thank you."

You cough, face hot, "There's um, a couple little sketches in there of mine, to get you started. And a message. But don't look at it until you're alone! Okay?"

"I won't," He promises.

After that, Sun becomes very impatient, insisting on opening his present before blowing out his candles.

You laugh as he all but snatches your gift to him from you, ripping it open in a rush, "You're supposed to make a wish first!"

"Wishes can wait, this is far more important!" He says, finally disposing of the last of the packaging.

Inside awaits a music box, which he immediately starts winding the key to. Once wound, the box pops open, a small glass couple are revealed to be dancing to Pas de Deux, from the Nutcracker.

Sun's stare is hyper focused on the box and its occupants, hardly moving an inch as the tune plays, and the couple spin round and round. When they finish, there's a click as a small compartment opens, you put your hand over Sun's before he can reach into it and grab the paper inside.

"Ah, ah, that's for later, please," You glance up at him, slightly nervous, "What um, what do you think?"

His words are soft and full of adoration, "Oh Sunshine, I love it. It's so thoughtful! I didn't know you'd remember how much I like the song."

"Of course I would. I introduced you to it, didn't I?" You tease.

Something clicks for him then, "This is your music box. I, I can't have this, it belongs to you."

"Sun, I gave you both something that meant a lot to me, so much so that I want you to keep it as a way to think of me, yeah?"

His hands entwines with yours, nodding once, "Yeah."

"Good. Now, how about that wish, hm?"

He nods again, "Right! The best for last!"

You light the candles for a second time, and sing once more. However, when Sun goes to clap out the candles, one stubborn candle remains lit. He claps again, and again. A final large clap makes it go out, only to lit back up again.

Your snickering becomes audible, and he catches on to what's happened.

Sun gasps, "Starlight! You would pull a prank on me?"

You burst out laughing then as his scolding raises in volume, having to take several minutes to calm down again.

The memory fades out as you sit down at your kitchen table, scootching your chair in after a moment.

There's no one sitting across from you, there's no one else in your home. It's just you, a lighter, and some unlit candles sitting on a cake.

You stare at the cake for a moment, then grab the lighter. One by one you light the candles. You'd considered adding a joke candle this year, but you don't think you have the heart for it. Maybe next year, you always tell yourself.

On a nearby wall is your calendar, today's date circled. It's the one from that following year, you never could bring yourself to take it down and replace it, instead utilizing your phone and a calendar in your office instead. That one was much more subtle with its markings. Just a small note scribbled in the corner of the day's square. It made you feel guilty each year you wrote it down so unceremoniously.

It's relatively dark in your apartment, a singular light on over the sink. It makes the shadows caused by the candles that much larger, and the flames seem to burn that much brighter. You've never been a fan of fire. That only got worse after what happened.

You're stalling, you know it. You'd better start before the wax starts dripping into the frosting and wastes a perfectly good cake. Not that you were very hungry anyway.

You lick your lips, voice unsteady, "Ha-Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..."

Tears start to well up and fall soon thereafter, your throat begins to tighten, but, you continue.

"Happy, b-birth d-day dear-" Their faces flash through your mind once, but it's more than enough. A sob wracks through you and you have to stop singing.

Your hands come up to your face, crying openly but embarrassed, even in the comfort of your own home.

After a minute or so, you take a deep breath, collecting yourself. The candles are still burning. You owe them this.

You pick up after the point you left, to save yourself a little grief, "H-happy birthday t-t-to you..."

You wait another moment, your sniffling being the only noise in the quiet kitchen. Then, you blow them out, and you're left in half-hearted darkness.

You wipe your eyes and sigh, "Happy birthday, boys. I love you."

You stare at the cake like it's somehow going to make them appear. Make the last several years disappear along with your heartache and grief like some bad dream.

It doesn't.

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Man I am NOT treating you all nicely with these last few huh? Bah, you can handle it I'm sure, besides, we've got one more that I think you'll really enjoy. Or at least, I'm going to :)

Promptober list is here, and if you'd like to check in on the Spoovember schedule you can find that here. Thanks for reading!!

#Wrote the opening line and knew exactly where this was heading #just one more now #I am #excited #partly to be finished and partly bc it means I get to move on to the next thing #and I have a LOT of fun 'next thing's planned #dcatober24 #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #dca fic #x reader

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rannadylin · 22 days ago

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Ranna's Knitting Goals: 2025

I don't really make new year resolutions buuuuuut I will make a nice little "Someday!" list out of my Ravelry queue and other things I've been meaning to work on, huh? :-D I might even get some of these done this year and not a decade from now, but no promises!

Publish the Gloves of the Reunited Kingdom pattern: It's...mostly done? I think I got it pretty much done over the summer but thought it could use test knitters before I actually publish it, and that didn't happen and then the fall semester kept me too busy to think about pattern publishing.

Also publish the Ribbon Twist Socks pattern. I'm pretty sure that one was done but it also fell to the Fall Semester trap?

Write up my Feather and Fan Socks pattern and publish that as a free pattern! As I mentioned on my 2024 Knitting round-up post this morning, this is my go-to for self-striping yarn nowadays. In fact I rounded up all the feather and fan socks I could find in my drawers (I don't think any are currently in the to-wash pile but I could be mistaken? I may have also given some away to my mom) so you can see that I do indeed knit this pattern a lot! It's a pretty easy lace pattern (so a nice one for someone new to lace knitting) and looks great with or without stripey yarn, and I thought it'd be nice to have a free sock pattern people can download as a sample before I upload Ribbon Twist and any future sock patterns as paid patterns.

Knits to finish:

Clapotis 2024B! The one I didn't finish in time for the Knitty contest, but it's more than half done and is likely to be my first 2025 FO. I finally took a WIP picture of it just to prove that it exists (and that it is such a lovely colorway!):

Vox Machina Blanket. Seam that thing finally, Ranna! (I hate seaming...)

Dollegina's outfit.

I do just need to seam up the Chorus of Cats hat, and that is much less seaming than a blanket, so surely this one can get done in the next 12 months? XD

Knits to design:

Dolls! I mean, this is the basic doll body pattern and it's not my design, but I'd like to extend my series of fandom-inspired dolls based on it (currently: Dollegina, Dolloth, Fenris (and Hawke), Kylo Ren & Eleven for my niece!) to include some LOTR Rangers and maybe some BG3 and/or Veilguard characters!

Thrill of the Weave Socks: So I got this gorgeous skein of yarn sometime last year and when I opened that package I was in the midst of playing BG3 and my first thought upon seeing those colors was (of course) "Gale socks!" The colorway is called Thrill so (of course) the pattern would have to be called Thrill of the Weave, and that's as far as that plan has gone for now. I have vague ideas of a lace or cable pattern based on the embroidery on his purple camp shirt? That may not come across well in a multicolor yarn, though, so I am pondering Plan B's.

I started work on a colorwork chart for a Lyrium Dagger bookmark... :-D It'd be three colors though, so still pondering whether to do intarsia (not my beloved) or try to do three-color double knitting (what even is that? triple knitting?) or stranded (but for a flat piece...what am I thinking). It probably should be intarsia. And that's why it's still in this rough form and I haven't cleaned up its edges yet:

If anyone who likes intarsia more than I do wants to take that and run with it, feel free!

I'm also working on some mythology-themed dice bags for JCL convention! Got a Minerva and Apollo panel done so far but I need to make some variation of the JCL logo to pair with them for the back of the bag.

Knits from the Ravelry queue:

Amphora Cardi: I have the pattern and the yarn; it was on my 2024 knitting to-do list but not one of the things I got around to, so this is my reminder to self that it needs to happen!

Might be up for knitting a vest this year? Maybe Sennit or Canton or Rockhound. Or Tracery!

Choose Your Fellowship! Mix and match colorwork LOTR sweater? Yes please!

Aglow - I can always use another pretty lace-and-beads shawl! :-D

Techniques:

I tried mosaic knitting (in the Chorus of Cats hat that I still need to seam) for the first time in 2024! So for 2025, my knitting bucket list still includes trying Entrelac and Brioche knitting.

#from the desk of ranna #ranna knits #knitting #knitblr

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multifandoms27-blog · 1 year ago

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Could I request the NSFW alphabet for Yugi please?

OH MY the angel!!

Content: Yugi Mutou x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Mommy kink, mentions of sex, BDSM themes?

Notes: Reader's gender isn't specified, but I used AFAB anatomy

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's so spent and tired, but he'll still try to take care of you

I think he gets super tired after sex so he's trying to drag himself out of bed to help clean you up lol

Eventually it becomes you taking care of him and holding him after sex

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yugi's favorite part of him is his eyes. They're so pretty and he (obviously) used them to lay his sights on you when he first met you, when he realized he had feelings, when he confessed, and when you had sex for the first time.

Yugi's favorite part of you is your eyes. He thinks eyes are windows into the soul (the Pharaoh told him that) and he loves getting lost in yours. Especially when you're on top of him.

Yugi’s second favorite part about you is your hands. He loves how you hold him and grab him with them, and how big they seem compared to his own hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Yugi likes cumming on you. He can't explain why, he just likes it more than cumming inside. However, he doesn't get to do it often because he's a bottom and you don't get much of a warning from him before he cums.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Yugi almost stole your panties once. He was going to go with what Joey told him to do, but decided against it last minute. He's going to take that secret to the grave.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not at all experienced. He wasn't with anybody before you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Absolutely. He loves when you bounce on him, the squeak of his bed because of your activity is enough to make him want to go on forever with you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Yugi is very serious in the moment. He knows this is a very intimate thing and he treats the situation like he's holding glass.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think Yugi doesn't like how hair feels down there so he shaves it quite often. I'd say the carpets do not match the drapes, though it would be hilarious if they did.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Yugi is very shy - he's like a doe. Batting his eyelashes, hiding his face or responding with stuttering to dirty talk, though he loves it. He can't do any of that to save his life, though.

He loves being handled by you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I can’t see Yugi jacking off, but he definitely does once in a blue moon.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s pretty vanilla, none of his turn ons are super outlandish or anything like that. Though he does have a mommy kink and is willing to try being tied up…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, 100%. He likes your room too, but there's something about his room that he just prefers.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kisses. Kisses always leave him wanting more from you. He also gets turned on when you call yourself mommy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not have sex in public. That is a strict no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give oral. He's a giver, plus he likes feeling your hands on his head as he licks away.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely slow and sensual when he's on top, but will increase his speed the closer he is to cumming.

With you on top? He prefers to be a little rougher. He can take it!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers longer sessions, and you guys don't exactly have quickies. Yugi likes to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He trusts you, so as long as you're trying something new in the comfort of his bedroom, he's willing to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yugi can only last one before he's satisfied and wants to cuddle. But the session is about 45 minutes to an hour - foreplay included.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yugi does own rope for being tied up, and a ball gag. They're normally used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yugi doesn't like teasing. He wants to get right to it! If you start purposely dragging out foreplay, he's gonna start getting whiny.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yugi can get pretty loud, and you have to shush him. You don't want Grandpa to hear, right? Yugi doesn't grunt, he moans, and they're the most delicious sounding moans you will ever hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Yugi has thought about getting pegged by you before. He thinks he might like it, but doesn't know how to bring it up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Yugi's about average in both length (5.16 inches) and width (4 inches). His tip is the same shade of pink as his lips if not a little paler, and hes uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I'd say Yugi is about a medium. He may feel horny, but doesn't feel like having sex right at that moment. But it's not like he never wants to have sex, oh no he wants it. Just sometimes he wants to wait.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yugi is very quick to fall asleep. It's really cute. He'll curl up into your side with a soft smile, tells you he loves you, then immediately pass out. Such a cutie.

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

#yugioh #ygo #yugi muto #yugi moto #yugi mutou #yugi mutou x reader #yugi muto x reader #yugi moto x reader #yugi muto x y/n #yugioh yugi

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dp-marvel94 · 1 year ago

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(Not) Alone- Chapter 1

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

Word Count: 3,653

Next chapter

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Warnings: Minor swearing, Moderate ectoplasmic gore, Past minor character death, Nightmares, Grief/mourning, angst

Note: It's finally here! Working on this year's Invisobang story was a blast, especially collaborating with my two wonderful artists, @Serinji and @Lostrence ! The art is lovely and I'm very excited for you all to see it.

This story is a sequel to my first Invisobang story, called "I am you(and you are me)." You should be able to understand this story without having read that one first though. The basic gist is, in Kindred Spirits, the Tiny clone ended up basically melting while still possessing Danny which caused their consciousness and cores to fuse into one being, a la Vlad and Danny's ghost halves fusing in TUE. There is a lot of angst and identity confusion as the new Danny figures out what happened and struggles to accept himself while hiding it from Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. But in the end, he tells them truth and after a lot of tears and hard conversations, they accept him too. Any other important details should be explained in the sequel itself.

A note on the title-- (Not) Alone.

First off, it goes the the naming scheme that I've used for my previous Invisobang stories, which was really fun to make work.

And second, It's inspired by two of my favorite songs, one of which is by my favorite band, Disciple. And I've been wanting to name one of my stories after a Disciple song for years now. 😂 I'd been trying to think of songs which reflect the feelings Dani experiences during the story and/or which reflect the story's theme. Both of the songs do that pretty well, though both lean towards the theme. In both, the singer reassures the listener that they matter, they are loved, and they are not alone.

The first song is the appropriately named "Not Alone" by Red. And the second is "Erase" by Disciple. The "not alone" part is from the bridge, where "You are not alone" is sung several times, higher and louder each time until it reaches a really moving crescendo which has definitely brought me to tears many times. Both of these mean a lot to me and I am very happy to have them as a part of this story.

And finally, if you have any questions or comments, as always feel free to leave them in the comments below. I hope you enjoy this story!

Chapter 1

“Stay away from my family.” Danny loomed over Vlad Plasmius, a foot on his chest.

His dual core vibrated with a contained rage, green eyes boring into red.

“What the hell were you thinking?” The boy spread his arms. “You tried to kill Dani, Vlad. You tried to kill her. If I hadn’t gotten here. If I-” Grief stabbed at his core. He’d come so close to losing her- No. He pushed the thought away, anger rising. “You were what? Gonna dissect her and try it all again?”

Vlad stiffened for just a second. The younger half ghost saw the lie flickering in his eyes.

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare f-cking say it. What? You were trying to help her, find a way to stabilize her?” The boy scoffed. “Yeah. Right.” A shake of his head. “Why did you even bother making any clones if you were just going to throw all of us away?”

“If you would just listen, my boy-”

Danny didn’t blast the man’s lying mouth but it was a near thing, a burning green flame warping the floor an inch from his enemy’s head. “I’m not listening to any more of your lies.” Another ball, this one of ice, flickered in his hand. “I’m done. This is over.” Pure hatred in his eyes. “You’ve hurt so many people. One day all that’s going to come back to bite you and…” A mirthless laugh. “It looks like that day’s today. You don’t have my mom, you don’t have Danielle, and you don’t have me.”

The blue energy swelled, looming ominously over the older’s core.

Red eyes widened with fear. Plasmius looked almost green, sick with terror. With a sneer, Danny shot.

“You’re just as alone as you’ve ever been.” Ice enveloped Vlad’s arms and legs, pinning him to the metal floor.

A flicker of relief shone in the man’s eyes, then…. scorn. “You were always too weak to do what needed to-”

With a wave of his hand, Danny threw another ball of cold. A hiss and the blue energy unfurled, an icy gag over the older halfa’s mouth.

Danny didn’t dignify the previous statement. Instead, removing his foot, he smirked. “You like that trick? I learned it from my friends in the Far Frozen. I’m sure you remember them.” A not-so-gentle poke to the man’s side. “Maybe it’s time I let them have a stab at you.” His lips quirked, darkly mirthful.

A muffled, confection-themed curse sounded from the man.

“Yeah, yeah, Fruitloop.” The boy rolled his eyes. Then, deathly serious… “Don’t touch my little sister.” He turned, floating up without a look back. “I won’t warn you again.”

The boy flickered intangible, phasing through the ceiling. He flew up, attempting to shake off the whole interaction. Still, anger boiled in his veins. That man’s audacity! He’d gone too far now, caused too much damage, hurt too many people. Danny had to do something about it….

He would definitely have to talk to Frostbite now; the yeti had to know something they could do. Dora too. And Pandora. And Clockwork… if he could get the old ghost to actually tell him anything useful. His parents too….

The boy swallowed, stomach suddenly flopping at the thought of the impending revelation. Part of him hated it. It made him queasy but it needed to happen. He’d already waited so long. And this problem with Vlad…. it couldn’t go on, especially not without them knowing the truth. Maybe Mom and Dad could help him figure something out too….

Ugh. This was going to be hard. He should probably see what Danielle wanted to do before he got too wrapped up in-

Danielle!

Just like that his brain pivoted, relief and worry clashing in him. After months of not knowing where she was, if she was even alive, his little sister, the only other surviving clone was here!

Granted, Danielle didn’t know any of that. She didn’t know that he wasn’t just Danny, her original, the person she was cloned from. But that he was also Tiny, Damian, one of her presumably dead clone brothers. Back at Vlad’s, before she’d escaped, the two had accidentally fused. Their cores combined, creating something… someone new.

But none of that particularly mattered right now. Now, he and Dani were finally reunited and she was safe. He and Valerie had saved her from Vlad. But…

The image of her face, eyes wide with panic, dripping green with her ectoplasm…. That had been too close. He needed to make sure she was okay.

The ghost boy darted around, eyes instantly fixing on a red figure, high in the sky. He quickly rose.

Ten feet below now… “Dani, that was awesome! Dani?” His eyes widened, an instant panic. “Valerie, where’s Dani?!” No. No, not again-

“Boo!” The girl popped back into sight, a teasing mischievous grin on her face.

“Danielle!” He breathed out, so much relief in the name. “Don’t do that to me!” Danny chastised, anxiety flaring. “I thought you ran off again.”

The memory ate at him. Then Sam and Tucker crashed through, hitting the older man. Locking Vlad ( Master) in a pod. He needs... he needs to find Danielle. He needs to find his baby sister. But she’s gone. She’s gone. Newly re-made and one of his first coherent thoughts was to find his baby sister.

The young clone’s grin fell into a disappointed frown.

The boy didn’t fully register the reaction, his hands on her shoulders. “Are you hurt? Anything feel weird?”

Dani shrugged out of his hold. “I’m fine.”

She looked… uncomfortable, Danny realized. He lowered his arms, back-stepping. “I’m sorry. You just…. I got scared.” He averted his eyes. The words… they weren’t enough for all he’d just felt. “ I…I almost lost you.”

“But you didn’t….” The girl trailed off, shifting awkwardly. An unsure look from him to… over his shoulder? “Thanks both of you for saving me.” Right, the Huntress was still here. “Vlad would’ve baked me into a puddle if you hadn’t been there.”

The words sank into his core like a stone, icy dread swirling in him.

“But he didn’t! And I’m fine. I feel great!” She smiled, a clear attempt at appeasing. “Better than ever. And now that I’m fixed, I’ve got places to go…” Half awkward, half excited, Dani pointed with her thumb behind her, floating up.

“No, you don’t.” Danny grabbed her arm and the girl tensed. His own rebuking tone surprised him; he sounded like Mom, telling him to go to bed. “You don’t have to leave.” His voice softened, gripped loosened.

The boy glanced back at Valerie, meeting her confused and thoughtful eyes behind her visor.

He pulled the younger girl closer, voice lowering. “Go to my house. I know you know where it is.”

“But-” Dani started.

“They’re out of town.” Luckily, blessedly, his parents were off visiting Aunt Alicia. “Ja- My sister is home though. Find her. Tell her who you are.” Danny put as much earnestness into the words as he could muster. “She’ll get you something to eat, clean clothes. ”

“You really don’t have to do that.” Dani bit her lip, unsure.

“You’re family.” He said plainly. It was easy, as simple as that. “Of course we’re going to help you.”

The girl looked down, frowning at her shoes. “I’m fine. I don’t need help.”

“Please. For me.” With wide eyes, he pleaded. “Let us help you. Just… stay the night at least, please.” He was not ashamed to beg, not about this.

Danielle’s shoulder tensed, doubt plain on her face. She glanced over his shoulder at Valerie, then down again. Finally… “Okay. I’ll go.” Her body relaxed, ever so slightly.

Danny let go and Dani turned, flying off in the right direction, toward Fentonworks…. The girl gave a hesitant look back and the boy offered an encouraging smile, his core clinging to a desperate hope.

Please, please. He begged in his mind. Please let her go home to Jazz. Please.

The half ghost watched for a long minute, the girl soon disappearing into the distance. Then with a breath, he steeled himself.

He turned to the Huntress, hand held in front of him. “A deal’s a deal.”

Valerie crossed her arms, one brow raised in impatient question.

The boy hurriedly continued. “You helped me save Danielle. I’m your captive.”

For a long moment, the Huntress studied him, her brow furrowed. Danny held his breath, waiting for her verdict. Then….

“Forget it.”

“What?” He blinked.

“Fly away, Phantom.” Valerie uncrossed her arms, waving him off. “Go.” Something in her harsh expression softened. “Go take care of your family.”

The boy’s eyes widened. She was really going to…. “Alright. I’m going.” A hint of a smile graced his lips. “Thanks again, Val.”

Phantom drifted back, turning to fly after Danielle. It looked like he would get to introduce her to Jazz after-

“Hey!” He flinched, a sudden red shot zooming inches over his shoulder. Danny turned, mouth falling open in offense. “What was that for?”

The girl pointed, frowning. “It’s open season tomorrow.” Despite the words, humor danced in her eyes. “On sight, ghost boy.”

Back to normal it was then, huh? “I look forward to it.” The halfa smirked, mockingly saluting. “See ya Red.”

The Huntress turned with a huff, eyes still sparkling with mirth. “See ya.” She flew off.

Danny turned back towards where Danielle had gone. Well, things were smoothed out with Val at least, it seemed. But now…. The boy sighed, familiar worry plastering itself on his face. Now for everything else.

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Dani with an i (and that ��i’ was really important!) was happy to be alive. Really happy to be alive but… today had been weird.

On her last leg (almost literally; her legs did keep melting), she just made it to Amity Park. She looked for Danny, hoping he could help her. She stole some apples, was seen transforming by the scary (but very badass) red-suited ghost hunter lady. She was captured, used to trick and kidnap her original (again). Handed over to Vlad, strapped to a table. That had been… too close. She’d felt her body falling apart, Danny arriving seemingly too late. She had…. melted into a puddle. (Try not to think too hard about that part…)

But the green stuff (Danny said his dad made it?) had worked! Danny and… Valerie (that was the ghost hunter lady’s name, right?) had fought Vlad for her. They’d given her time to get away and she felt better than ever. A new lease on life! She was ready to see the world but….

“Why was he being weird?” Dani muttered, flying off toward Fentonworks. “Worrying about me.. I’m fine.”

She was half tempted to turn around and high tail it out of the city. There was so much to see. The Grand Canyon, New York City. Maybe she’d actually make it all the way to the ocean this time. She didn’t have time to linger and…

The clone girl crossed her arms, scowling. She didn’t need the help. And yet…

Danny’s neon green eyes, wide with worry, flashed in her mind. That second before she’d reappeared, the sheer panic on his face….

Something like guilt twisted in her stomach. Maybe she could just stay for the night. Fresh clothes and a hot meal did sound good….

“Dani! Wait up!” Her original’s voice called out behind her.

The girl paused in her flight, turning. She raised a brow, waving in the direction he’d come. “What was that about?”

He stopped, a hand moving to his neck. “Oh. I just had to talk to Red about something.”

Dani’s questioning look just intensified, lips pursed.

The boy hesitated, a weighty pause. Then… “I made a deal with Red, to get her to help me…”

Dani motioned him to continue. “Well?”

His cheeks turned green, a (guilty?) blush. “I… I told her about you being not just a ghost but human too…” Dani felt her core drop. (That was so close to his secret.) “I promised I’d become her prisoner, answer all her questions about ghosts and the Zone. Even let her… let her…” The words were left unsaid but Dani could guess them, what a ghost hunter (willing to sell her out to the man trying to kill her) would do with a captured ghost. The boy shook his head finally continuing. “I’d let her do whatever she wanted with me. If that’s what it took to get her to help save you.”

“So you escaped?” She asked hopefully.

Another head shake. “No. She… let me go.”

Dani blinked. “She… let you go? That’s…” A pause, her eyes lit up. “That’s great! I knew she was cool!”

Still, that guilt lingered at the back of her mind. Danny had been captured and hurt (again) because of her. Even so, despite that, he was willing to be tortured if it meant saving her (As if she deserved to be saved). And…. dread dropped in her gut. If the Hunteress hadn’t let him go….

“Yeah. She is cool.” The boy smiled, almost wistful. After a second, he shook off the feeling. “Come on. We’re almost home.”

The clone girl looked around, at the street below. The hulking metal structure on one particular roof…. Only a few blocks away. “Right…. There’s Fentonworks.” The girl bit her lip.

“Jazz will be excited to meet you.” Danny smiled soothingly; apparently he did notice her unease. He turned…

“Oh. Okay.” Dani followed after him. “Wait? Jazz?”

The older halfa was already a street away from her. How was he so fast?! The younger took off after. Just a couple buildings away now….

Danny stopped in the air, reaching a hand out towards the girl. She just stared at it, uncomprehending for a long moment. His brow slowly furrowed. Then he sighed, floating closer to close the gap. His arm reached for her hand and…

Dani tensed instinctively, half-expecting a rebuke for not understanding. (A half-remembered memory, Vlad’s nose in the air, “dull creature… never understands anything….”)

But Danny’s hand was gentle, voice soft when he spoke. “We need to turn invisible.” The cold feeling washed over both of them. “Can’t have someone seeing two ghosts phase into Danny Fenton’s room.”

“Yeah.” Dani nodded, numbly. (Why had she reacted like that? Stupid…. Of course, her original wouldn’t be angry about that. She’d never even seen him angry at her.)

Danny gently tugged her forward, pausing in front of a familiar window. He flickered both of them intangible and phased into his bedroom.

“Home, sweet, home.” The boy sighed, reappearing. He let go of her hand and turned human.

A second later, Dani also transformed, landing on the floor.

“Jazz should be in her room.” Danny said, opening his door. “Probably studying like always.”

The clone girl couldn’t help but follow, despite the nervousness turning her stomach. She knew Jazz existed, of course. And she’d seen her in passing the first time she’d been here. But actually meeting her? It had never even occurred to her. Six hours ago, her only thoughts were just getting to Danny in time, of staying alive (or her version of it as a half ghost). But what would happen next, she had no clue. (She didn’t think she’d even make it this far.)

Ignorant to her worries, her original stepped across the hall and knocked on the door. Obviously Jazz’s, from the name on it. “Jazz? Can we come in?”

“You can.” A teenage girl’s voice called through the door. Danny pushed it open with a creak. “We? Are Sam and Tucker here…”

The question trailed off, wide teal eyes falling on Dani’s blue ones. The clone shifted awkwardly under the surprised gaze. Her heart fluttered anxiously. No one was saying anything….

“Jazz.” At the name, both girl’s eyes fixed on the boy. He motioned to the younger. “This is Danielle.” He turned to his clone, smiling. “And Dani. This is ou- my big sister, Jazz.”

The black-haired girl barely registered the stumble, eyes fixed back on the red-head. Numbly, she waved.

Slowly, Jazz closed the book she was reading and stood from the bed. “Danielle.” There was no hesitation at the name. The red-head stepped forward and….

Before Dani even registered, the other girl’s arms were squeezing her. “I’m so happy to meet you!”

What. The clone girl’s mind stuttered. She flickered intangible, escaping from the uncomfortable bear hug.

For a second, Jazz looked hurt, disappointed. Then her expression softened into something understanding. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if you were comfortable being hugged.”

“It’s… it’s okay.” Dani rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly embarrassed. “You just… surprised me.”

She had been surprised. Not only had Danny apparently told his sister about her, but Jazz was excited to meet her. And that reaction? It was… a lot. Of course she was uncomfortable. (Was that it though? She hadn’t been hugged since… well, less than an hour ago, but she had just died so it was expected. But before that… another face, similar to her own and Danny’s, flashed in her mind…)

“Still, I’m sorry about that.” The older girl smiled apologetically. “I am very happy you are here and you’re okay.” Her brow furrowed, eyes searching her. “You are okay, right? You don’t look hurt. Your hair is a mess though. And that hoodie is filthy.” She tapped her chin. “I think we have some of my and Danny’s old clothes in the attic. Something should fit you.”

Dani took a step back, overwhelmed by the onslaught. “Really, that’s-” Unfortunately then, her stomach grumbled loudly.

“Let’s get some food in you first.” Danny chuckled.

“You two are mother ducks.” The clone girl grumbled, crossing her arms.

“It’s mother hens.” The boy pointed. “And no, I’m not.” He huffed.

Jazz laughed, eyes sparkling teasingly. “You’ve got it bad, little brother.” She stepped out the door, ignoring Danny’s protest. “Come on, Danielle. I’ll make you something to eat.”

There was no getting out of this then, was there?

Dani followed the other girl, sheepishly adding. “It’s… uhh… Dani, with an i.”

“Dani with i.” Jazz nodded sagely. “Okay Dani with an i, what do you want for dinner?"

#Danny Phantom #my fic #(Not) Alone #invisobang 2023 #Invisobang #danielle phantom #Dani Phantom

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inklessletter · 1 year ago

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What secret talent do you have? I know you can draw, really beautifully, so if the secret one is also an artistic one, can we see an example?

Also,since there's a bit of a Steddie theme, what secret talents do you think Steve and Eddie have?

Hi darling!

Thank you so, so much for the compliment! I work hard to get better everytime. I've been thinking all day about this, but I think that I'm pretty ordinary. I'm not good at any sports, I'm not great at singing, I don't play any musical instrument, I'm terrible at sculpting, I'm not handy in the house, my cooking is pretty simple.

Idk, I'm pretty basic.

And as for the steddie secrets.

Hm, for Steve I'd say that, I'm going to take the general fanon idea that Steve and Robin are so absurdly close (like, they sleeping in the same bed all tangled, them having a conversation while she's peeing and Steve's brushing his teeth, having entire conversations with just a few looks and no words, etc, you know) and I'm going to tell you that in these kind of headcanons I can't conceive that Steve and Robin haven't kissed once.

In my mind it goes like this: Robin turns 18 and tells Steve that she wants to get shit faced for the first time, so they invite over their other friends and Robin drinks in a safe space and gets really tipsy. She doesn't get to be sick, but it's 3 in the morning and everyone else is sleeping and they are in Steve's bed looking at the ceiling. Robin is sobering up, she's almost normal, or so Steve thinks when she asks him that she wants them to kiss, according to her because she wants to know what is to kiss her best friend. Steve finds the idea amusing and tries to tell her that she's gonna regret it tomorrow, but she insists it's just a kiss. Steve eventually kisses her, and her only reaction is looking him dead in the eye and goes "thank you for doing it. Now I now I'm an irredeemable lesbian. We will not mention this ever again, not even between us." Steve just laughs so hard he's sure he's waking someone. He agrees easily.

And as for Eddie, I feel like he did something really terrible as a kid, a prank gone wrong or something, and never came clean of it. Like, maybe he accidentally blew up someone else's mailbox, or it's his fault that the neighbour's dog ran away. I really don't think of him as a character with many terrible secrets, really.

#inklessetter #softasawhisper #ask game #answered #secert talents #secrets #steddie

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csmeanerr · 1 year ago

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It’s so funny cause I see people say to spend money on non-digital things rather than CS and I just can’t take that as a good suggestion. One of my aunts, my dad, and his mom all have pretty bad hoarding tendencies, and when I buy real things I just hold onto them and don’t use them. I tried Pokémon cards (I have thousands), I was in the squishmallow craze (I have at least 20), and I buy legos (over $2k I’m sure) but they just take up space and that’s it. You could argue the same for my CS or really any OCs but at least that’s digital storage that does not affect my real life. Could I save? Yeah but I don’t have anything else in my life to distract me from the heap of useless money. No friends to hang out with, no hobbies, nowhere to go, nothing to do, it’s all an event of spending money either way. If I have to spend my money, I’d rather it be to support creators and on things that won’t fill up my house.

If it works for others good on them though fr

want to give this one a proper response because it's a good perspective to see through and understand. empathy and all that, and if i were in the same position yeah i'd prefer the stuff that doesn't take up space too

at the same time it's not all black and white and i can tell this is being typed from a pretty dark place and hope the best for you going forward. i've been in a pretty similar position, especially the pokemon cards. CS gives an easy entry to a community, especially if you have something others want. they are basically an art community centered around a common theme, the species itself

and while im all about supporting creators and making the most of your life, i want to add in some counterpoints to your words because i don't want others to fall into that defeatist attitude. shit might get personal but i do appreciate your message

cs is already a hobby. idk what you do in them but from how it's worded it seems you use your money to help pass the time with, be it buying an adopt or legos to do something with. spend your money however you want but i'll just say it doesn't need to be spent on material goods. just treating yourself to a yummy meal can still be worth its weight and not leave behind any 'waste' beyond the physical clean up

if you want to support creators too then support the other people in the CS community beyond the owner or staff. im all about creators getting compensated for their work while also understanding CS owners artificially inflate their work's value by arbitrary rules such as limited traits or artificial scarcity. if you want to support that then it's not like i can change your mind about it, all i'm saying is you can also use your money to commission the other artists who often have to sell their work for fake in-game currency or pennies in comparison

ngl you sound defeatist and bitter and are only rallying behind cs practices because you have a parasocial relationship and cope hard with it. im not gonna discredit that, i did the same exact stuff and put thousands into buying adopts be it because of FOMO, because I did like the owner, because i liked the design, or even just having something to do by checking market channels, talking in the chat, or designing their backstories. it's easy to stick with that or latch on, because if you have the money (and even if you don't) it's just the same as any other anchor to the shitshow of life

do i have a solution? not really it's not a fix-all and i'm not a therapist, i'm just going to say i can't abide by your explanation nor can i recommend it to others because that is the exact same mindset that people with addictive personalities have and makes them so susceptible to CS's terrible practices. hopefully you can find another way to cope and i do wish you the best

#help

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libraryofbaxobab · 11 months ago

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March 11, 2024:

This book comes out in June! I requested this ARC from the author via BookSirens so I could review it early! Cause I'm like that!

First, the premise: the last 4 contestants on legally-not-The-Bachelor, their basic-ass bachelor, and a camera crew go to a spooky mansion in the woods to film the season finale, but somebody has ulterior motives and shit gets weird.

Yes please! I love reality TV in horror novels. Weirdly, the characters in this book act more reasonably than I'd expect from characters in a reality show like this one. Also I strongly suspect the behind-the-scenes is not even close to how shows like this are made, BUT if that part was totally accurate none of this would happen and we would have no fun. I suggest we let it slide.

Positive notes:

The Scary Thing is pretty unique! There is eventually a physical being which is cool but I mean more the process and mechanism is pretty out there. It's telegraphed early, but why it's happening is left ambiguous

Interactions between contestants was so much fun. There's alliance, intimidation, attraction, paranoia... very cool watching their feelings toward each other constantly shifting

Great character arc as one overly-dependent woman becomes more powerful & confident but watch out!

Catharsis at having some of the contestants lose interest in the bachelor and start noticing each other. Everyone has always wanted that to happen, right? Not just me, surely

Camera crew polycule

Negative notes:

The writing is pretty unpolished. I understand this ARC is uncorrected, so hopefully most of the typos are cleaned up by time of publication, but there were a LOT of them by the end.

In a few places it was very unclear what the characters were doing/ talking about/ reacting to, which were likely just misedits that took out crucial scene information. At some points the narration seemed uncertain on exactly how many people had died, misplaced details like that.

Neutral notes:

I found it interesting how often the narration referred to the contestants as "women" vs how often the characters referred to them as "ladies." There's something there

There's not the kind of creepy progression I expect from a book like this. The bizarre tree-themed house is a fantastic setting and has some very good secrets, but scary happenings don't escalate in a familiar pattern

This results in a definite "feel" with this book. Like you can just tell it's a little unusual. It tastes like it didn't follow a recipe. Your mileage my vary on this: you could love it for its less-formulaic vibe, or you might prefer a more tried-and-true experience.

Overall, this is a tough one to review because on one hand it's rough around the edges and I can't say it's objectively great... but I feel some pressure to be kind to an author who likely won't get a lot of press. And here's the important thing: I did enjoy this a lot! How does it stack up to books in the same vein? I like it less than Hide by Kiersten White, but WORLDS better than The Holy Terrors.

7/10 #WhatsKenyaReading

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acompassrosa · 2 years ago

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Decks On My Desk - February 18, 2023

I don't know about you, but I am very bad at keeping my desk area tidy. I can do pretty alright with the rest of my space (though putting laundry away sometimes takes a week or more), but it's hard to be motivated to clean the place I know I am about to make a mess again until it hits critical mass.

Today is one of those days.

In addition to pens, journals, dice, and so many cough drop wrappers... the above decks were found hanging out in my space and I thought I'd tell you a bit about them.

Top Row, Left to Right:

Little Visions - a new arrival (this will be a theme) that has, honestly, taken my life by storm. I own all three decks (Prisma, Light, and Cosma Visions) in the larger sizes as well, but actually struggle to get myself to use them. Not so with these decks! I've been using them (together, no less!) basically since the moment they arrived. I suspect I'll be doing a big write up about them later so I'll stop myself from gushing too much right now.

The Diviners Court - Another new arrival-- from this afternoon! I love playing cards both for divining and for games. This actually arrived with the Scrying Ink Lenormand and a print, but I'd dutifully put those away. This deck is out because I had the sudden overwhelming urge to play solitaire.

Star Dragons Oracle Cards - Semi-new arrival here, I think this came in mid-January. I don't do a lot of work with oracle decks, but I saw this one was on sale and I do love me some dragons... so I got it! No regrets, it's worth it for the stunning art alone-- AND it is a fairly balanced oracle deck. If you want to be lovingly read to filth, I cannot recommend this one enough.

Le Beau Monde Tarot, pocket edition - I love her I love her I love her.... *big breath* I love her. I am sad she's out of print, I am so glad I have her in both sizes. This deck is such a treat for the regency inclined. If she came back in a giant/oracle size I'd buy her again. Not for everyone, but 100% for me.

Bottom row, left to right:

Heavenly Bloom Tarot - I used this for a reading for a friend's D&D character last week. I really need to use this deck more, just in general, but golly it's a pain in the butt to shuffle.

Mermaid Tarot - Another D&D reading for another friend, but also here because I used it for the Queen of Cups challenge Lionharts is running on Insta. Love this deck so much!

Fountain Tarot - Another one for the Queen of Cups challenge. I've been following it pretty faithfully, though privately, in my journal. I started the latest chapter of the challenge with this deck but had to change part way through because 2016 me has a lot of feelings about these cards and 2023 me was having a hard time being heard. Still a beautiful deck, definitely one I keep around precisely because of that strong emotional time capsule it represents.

Shadowscapes Tarot - This is the deck I switched to, an old reliable. It actually has one of my all time most favorite Queen of Cups cards. I actually bought the print from the artist ages ago and it hangs on my closet door! A classic, beautiful deck -- definitely would be one of my top mass market deck recommendations.

Seaborn Kipper - Another new arrival! I've look through this but haven't tried it yet. I'm hoping to learn a little more about Kipper before I "dive in"-- but I am a sucker for a Siolo Thompson deck AND for merfolx. The deliberate emphasis on the parts of both Thompson and Witholt to make this deck gender inclusive delights me as well.

So yeah! That's what's on my desk. I am going to put these away now.

#tarot

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forever-chillin-333 · 2 years ago

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To Be Us *NEW SERIES*

This is my first time writing on here so constructive criticism is appreciated.

TW: Themes of intrusive thought and swearing

Chapter One 1/2

Namora's POV

I was finishing my favorite customer's face, Kamya. She was basically like the older sister I wish I had. I was doing her makeup for a pregnancy photo shoot.

It was orange-themed, so I did a light beat with orange eyeshadow before going in with a light yellow highlight.

"I'm done. You can you in there to change into your outfit. I'll be outside if you need help," I stated, pointing towards the closet while putting my makeup back in its respective places.

"Ouu sis, I love this. You really did yo thang." She said, posing in the mirror while smiley hard.

"I'm glad you liked it," I smiled softly.

'Well, I'm finna change into my outfit." Kamya

As she closed the closet door. My phone rang. I sighed as I saw my brother's caller ID.

What do this negro want now

I rolled my eyes, answering the phone.

"Hello?" I huffed, already knowing what he was going to ask me.

"Waddup Mo. You wanna come over to the crib?" He asked me, as I heard laughter in the background.

"I mean, is Malery gonna be there?" Now he knows I have social anxiety.

"Yeah..as well as some of my friends," He said hesitantly

Oh, hell to the no.

"I don't know, Adonis." I said, biting my lip.

When I'm around people, sometimes I go mute because my anxiety gets the best of me. It feels like I can't form a sentence.

"I know, Mo, but I really wanted to see you it's been 5 months since I saw you." He said.

That's because I couldn't get out of bed...

"Mo they're not thinking bad about you," Adonis said, already knowing what I was thinking.

C'mon Amora, you know better than to believe that.

Shut. Up.

"I'll think about it," I said before hanging up.

I set up my camera in my bathroom because Kayama wanted her photos to be a milk bath shoot. I had already added the big orange chrysanthemums and other wild orange flowers. That I arranged it into the tub.

Amora, you already know you'll make everything awkward and uncomfortable. You will be a burden if you go.

Shut. The. Fuck. UP.

After I set up my camera, Kamya came out of the bathroom with an orange flowy dress on.

"You look so pretty. Oh my goodness, imma have to tell Rio imma have to take his girl from him," I say as I watch her twirl.

"Thank you," She laughed as I helped her into the bath.

I rearranged some of the flowers back to where they were and left the others.

___

I was finishing up Kamya's photos. I kept thinking about what Adonis said over the phone.

I'm just overreacting it's unfair to Adonis.

You're saving him.

Please stop...

I looked through the photos before helping Kamya out of the tube and into a towel before letting her look at how the photos turned out.

I started to clean up some stuff and drain the bathtub.

"Ou this is cute, I think this is the one I want to be printed. You can just send the rest to me so I can post and at you," Kamya said showing me the picture.

I just nodded, not feeling like talking anymore.

"Mo, you okay?" She asked

I just shook my head and stated that I didn't wanna talk and she nodded her head understanding I didn't want to talk at the moment.

This is why I liked Kamya I didn't have to pretend with my feelings at all. I could just be me and she'd understand without getting offended or butt hurt. Most people try to befriend me, then when I have my moments and just want to be left alone they mistake that as me "acting different". Sometimes it bothers me and sometimes it's just annoying.

I decided to go to Adonis's house since it would help me get more comfortable being around other people. I just hope that I don't get too anxious.

"Ok imma finna go to Rio's house now and bother him for some food," Kamya said talking about her baby daddy.

I nodded finishing cleaning the bathroom.

"Ok see you later Mo," She said hugging me making me tense up for a second before relaxing and hugging her back.

I texted Adonis that I'd be coming by for a few at 3.

You're going to regret that.

Later at three

I was watching tv when my alarm clock to get ready to go to Adonis's house went off.

I got up from my couch, turned my tv off, and made my way to my room to change.

I decided to wear something nice but comfy so I put on my knit sweater set with fluffy white socks and my ugg slippers. I grab my purse as I head out locking my door behind me. I think I'll alright be since my best friend Malery was going to be there too.

Backing out of the driveway and said a quick prayer, hoping I wasn't making a mistake and headed to Adoni's house.

___

Taking a deep breath in I turned off the car grab my purse walking to the door before I locked my car back. I open the door with my key to his house, walk in and take my slippers off leaving me in my fuzzy socks. I hung my purse up grabbing my AirPods and phone out of it first, before walking into the living room.

I immediately saw Malery who was sitting next to a brown skin dread head with a sleeve tattoo. I saw Adonis at the dining room table playing cards with a pretty brown skin girl and a pretty light skin girl. I then looked over to the sunroom and saw four rando niggas smoking a blunt laughing and playing around. I stood there feeling out of place.

"Amora, why yo ass over there standing looking stupid," I heard Adonis's annoying ass open up his nasty mouth to me from the kitchen making me roll my eyes at him.

'Ole bitch ass nigga mom should've flushed his ass'

"So you just gon stand there and ignore me?" He asked me making me roll my eyes again and flick him off.

I walked through the hallway that connected to the kitchen and away from the living room.

"Keep rolling them they gon get stuck."

"Hi," I said to him hugging him.

"Thought yo ass would've stayed quiet," He said surprised.

"Thought wrong fuck nigga." I said even though I thought I would too but I guess I was feeling more relaxed than usual. I mean I still felt anxious but not to the point of being non-verbal.

I looked over to the two girls who were now making a TikTok, before looking back at Adonis. I felt waves of anxiety hit me like ten-ton bricks.

Guess I spoke too soon.

You should've stayed home now you look like an idiot looking at your younger brother for help. You can't even introduce yourself.

I can't speak.

I'm freezing up, maybe I should've stayed at home.

No, I can introduce myself.

I tried to open my mouth to introduce myself but all I accomplished to do was gape like a fish out of water.

Just as I felt frustrated tears sting the back of my eyes. Adonis noticed my struggle and catered to my pitiful state.

"Mo, that bald-headed bitch right there is Jania and that kermit-built bitch next to her is Yolani, Negros this is my sister," he said and Yolani waved at me smiling, while Jania gave me a head nod.

"You can just call me Lani and you can call Jania, J," Yolani said.

So pathetic.

"Or gremlin, dusty, creastious edges, y'know things of that sort," Adonis said adding his very unwarranted opinion. I honestly don't know who raised him cause it not have been me if he acting like this

"Adonis doesn't get fucked up tryna be funny nigga" Yolani said as she got up to chase him.

"Jania yo chihuahua tryna bite me!" Adonis laughed as he ran out of the kitchen and into the living room away from Lani

"Well, you shouldn't have said shit, now you finna get beat the fuck up." Jania said side-eyeing the entire situation.

I giggled before walking out of the kitchen and into my room to go grab the eighth Doni left for me 2 days ago.

I turned to make my way to the living room where I saw Malery talking to a brown skin dude.

"You gon sit and tell me that a gingerbread man's house isn't made of flesh to a ginger breadman." He asked making me laugh a little.

Malery turned her head I guess after hearing my laugh, I waved at her and she got up and tackled me to the ground.

"STINKKK, I THOUGHT YOU WASN'T GON COME!" she said squealing in my ear like a banshee.

She pulled away from me helping me up from the floor, as I mugged her for bodying me.

"If any parts of me is sore or bruised you will be hearing from my lawyer." I said clenching my imaginary pearls.

"You know you love me too much for that," she said cheesing.

"Yeah ight I expect to be paid in cash only." I said squinting at her as she dramatically gasps and hold her chest.

"I just playin' Mal," I said laughing

"Mhn..better be." She replied side-eyeing me

TO BE CONTINUED...

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snarkformysanity · 15 days ago

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Review Grading System

As well as chapter-by-chapter breakdowns, I'll probably also do overall reviews for books, particularly ones which I don't plan on going chapter-by-chapter with for whatever reason. Usually because they're good enough that there's not really anything to snark at.

So, with that said. I plan to do an A-E grading thing, like school marks, just because I feel the +/- you can add on to those has a bit more nuance than half-stars in a five-star system. Rule-of-thumb, ballpark criteria for each grade (which I'm sure I'll completely ignore based on vibes, but w/e) are as follows (and it should go without saying that the application of these to a given book is purely my own subjective opinion, but alas, this is the internet, so it needs to be said):

E: This book is bad on pretty much every level. It can barely string a grammatically coherent sentence together, let alone any sort of plot or theme or interesting character arcs. Fundamental misunderstanding of how stories are supposed to work. Virtually no redeeming qualities. Worse than bad fanfiction. An absolute rort that people are expected to pay money for the privilege of reading it. That sort of thing.

D: This book has cleaned up the grammar and is at least attempting to have a plot, though it's unlikely to be a particularly good or well-written one. Same can be said for character arcs, and themes, if they're present at all, will be either accidental or so ham-fisted that it kind of sounds preachy or out-of-place. Probably suffers from excessive padding, bad fanfiction tropes, and other similar things that will eventually break my willing suspension of disbelief and send me into snark mode. But it might have a few good ideas or interesting potential that saves it from the E pile, or is, at the very least, an amusing read. Even if not for the reasons the book intends...

C: This book is perfectly average. It's got a plot that mostly works, it's got characters who are mostly fine and mostly have arcs that work, the themes are there and appropriate but nothing to write home about. Might have a few plot holes or head-bangy moments, or be a bit tropey, but nothing that's so egregious it pulls me out of the story. Might be a weaker story with an interesting idea or two, or it might not have any interesting ideas but do what it wants to do well enough. Just. Yeah. Entertaining enough. Inoffensive and unremarkable. I probably enjoyed it, but it's unlikely to be reread or to stick with me long after I finish.

B: These books are solid all around. The plot hangs together well enough that I don't notice plot holes unless I stop and think about them on purpose, characters are believable and engaging and enjoyable, themes are consistent, unobtrusive and appropriate. Probably also has some interesting and unique ideas that it's playing with, and I love me some interesting ideas. Sure, it's probably got some (technical) flaws, but the rest of the book is good enough that I find I don't care about them that much.

A: As close to perfect as something made by the flawed hands of man can be. Well. That might be an exaggeration. But I can't really think of any books on my shelf I'd give an A to without carefully re-reading it and considering whether it should really have it. An A book would be basically technically flawless - any flaws are purely subjective matters of taste, for which there is no accounting. The plot is engaging and free of holes, the characters wrench my heart out for all the right reasons, the themes leave me questioning my life for long after I turn the last page. Rare books, all around. But I'm sure some exist, somewhere.

NG: Or "Not Graded." For all those books that, for whatever reason, defy the ability to grade them. Classic literature would probably be a good example of such books, because conventions of genre and story writing in general have often changed so much that it's like trying to measure one's body weight with a ruler and a piece of string. Or books that are just straight up weird, or just aren't really novels, per se. I'd probably go into greater detail as to why in the given review, but yeah. This grade is here in case it's needed.

So, yes, there you have it. As I said, it'll probably be overwritten by vibes most of the time. But these are the loose guiding things I keep in mind when deciding what I think of books.

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