#save my fucking life call off the fucking hounds
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yther · 1 year ago
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I'm literally getting ripped apart by both sides now.
ha ahahaha AGAHAHA nice one. the irony, cool. u got me
bigots AND infighting from lgbt community :')
every tear will be extracted 10fold, buddy
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gonzodangerfeels · 10 months ago
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You want a real rush?
Be sitting on the throne dropping a deuce and hear a fucking angry 180 lb bull mastiff attacking a puppy that weighs less than 20 pounds
Underwear draped around my ankles I get up and hop twice to get out of the bathroom, standing I and jumping a three foot dog gate into the kitchen, quick hops across the kitchen; another jump over a wooden dog gate and two hops to tackle a 180 lb dog and clamp that mother fucker in a head lock with one leg trapped keeping my head so tight against his lower neck I was clear of his angry fat head and mouth(this was a very large mother fucking dog) and pulled the behemoth off the puppy while putting my hand out to keep the puppy away from the mouth.
And then I am sitting there with my dick hanging out, an ass in need of wiping, my underwear at this point twisted around my ankles and a huge angry dog in my clutches.
I am like, "KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF MOTHER FUCKER OR I WILL KILL YOU"
And my large dog returned to a normal state of temperament. I was able to finish taking a shit with an adrenaline dump.
Oh and I did get to wipe my ass eventually.
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ravencincaide · 9 months ago
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A second chance at life 
Summary:  You were done with life, done with being trapped and abused. But it was just your luck that you’d try to take your life on the borders with Port Mafia territory. And that there’d be an executive who had opinions. OR the time you found out that not all Mafia are heartless bastards. 
Pairing: Suicidal reader  x Chuuya Nakahara 
Raven’s Special prompt: “Hi Raven, I'm the same anon that asked for the Chuuya x fem reader where she's abused and runs away, I forgot to add that reader is poc (brown skin).” 
Warnings: Dark content with triggers, proceed at your own risk!
This fic contains: suicidal reader (who’s making an attempt- jumping), hint abusive-manipulative past/family, Cursing & mature language, Chuuya comfort/help, I think I didn’t miss anything.. i hope. Hope this brings you comfort and that you enjoy~
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“ Oj don’ even think about it; I ain’t got any fucking wish to waste man-power on cleaning up civil splatter” 
You froze in your spot; your hands automatically re-grasped the safety bar of the rooftop,  keeping you upright and steady on the edge you were just about to leap off of. “ W-What?” you asked as you turned your head to the right, towards the stylish ginger haired man who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Instead of trying to talk you down from your suicide attempt however he just proceeded to light himself a cigarette. He took a deep drag of it before he pointed towards the ground below. “ The fucking ledge bottoms out onto Mafia territory. You jump- my men gotta clean that shit up” he answered in the most unbothered tone anyone could master as he took several steps towards you in warning. Something told you that even if you were to let go of the bar, he’d reach you quicker and pull you back to safety than you could accomplish your goal. Then he’d no doubt hound your ass for ignoring him.
You did not have the energy for all that drama. But you didn’t know what to say to him. You were so tired of life; of being a bother. A burden to everyone around you. Not good enough for anyone- in fact it was better if you weren’t around. But were you selfish enough to cause him more work? You glanced back at him; took notice of the dark rings below his eyes. The paleness of his skin made him look almost sickly. A powerful yet exhausted man. “ Sorry” you mumbled as you moved your body into a sitting position in defeated surrender. It seemed you were incapable of even dying right. Silence lingered for a while- you thought he had finished up his cigarette and left. Instead you heard him light another one somewhere above you.
“ So, why aren’t you trying again elsewhere? Packing your shit and getting away from whatever’s driven you up here?” You snapped your head up to face him but he wasn’t looking at you. His body leaned against the railing, his focus onto the city below. An unreadable expression on his face. 
You scoffed at him. “ Please, where the hell would I go? I’m penniless and unlike those pretty white chicks, I won’t get a job overnight. Even as an escort” you didn’t bother saying that your family held onto your payslips with no chance for you to gather even a little bit of savings. You were literally trapped under their control- a puppet to be pushed and pulled at their every beck and call. “ Ehh so you think it’s easier for ‘em?” He sounded doubtful yet curious. “ I know it is,” you answered somberly, “ It took me a year to get the job I have now- had to beg an old classmate for her to recommend me. Still I’m the lowest paid among all my other colleagues with the same title and less experience. And get reminded daily that if I don’t like it, I'm replaceable.” You sighed and rested your head back on top of your knees. “ ‘round here it’s hopeless and I got no money to go elsewhere” In your eyes, you were trapped with no reasonable way out. It left you with suicide as your only option. Your only hope. And even it was stripped away from you, leaving a dull numbness in your body. A defeated surrender to your fate. Silence lingered for a while longer as he finished his cigarette and lit himself another. Clearly not denying your words as if understanding both the said and unsaid implications behind them “ You willing to work hard?” he asked suddenly. You snapped your head up and fixed him with a determined look. “ Harder than anyone you know.” you promised in a heartbeat. You did not care to know what his offer entailed. After all, what did you have to lose? Your enthusiasm amused him. It prompted the man to stretch a gloved hand down towards you. You stared at it for a long while before you finally rested your fingers in it. The leather was cool to the touch, his grip strong as he pulled you up to your feet in a single tug. He shifted his hold and then shook your hand, as though you two had just reached a deal. A mutual agreement. 
“ Well kiddo I got an idea what the Port Mafia’s gonna do with you.” he smirked a boyish grin. An action that should have filled you with dread, but instead, you felt hope. A ray of light amidst the suffocating darkness “ Port Mafia?” you asked instead making him bark out a laugh. “ Damned right. From now on you’re Port Mafia property, and I, Chuuya Nakahara, am your boss”  
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Author note:  Sweden is placed in the top four for racial equality IN THE WORLD Still those with non Swedish sounding names get significantly less callbacks for job applications than those with Swedish sounding names. Of those called to interview, how many get rejected because of accent/way of pronouncing words, skin colour or religious expression is something we’ll never know. And the thought of what and how it is in the rest of the world just shows what a cruel, unequal and sad world we live in. Truly it is a heartbreaking reality we exist in. This fic tried to portray that while adding a tiny bit of hope that only Chuuya could gift.. Hope it served its purpose.
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mallevsmaleficarum · 1 year ago
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a summary of events that merit further dissection after relistening to campaign one of Naddpod re: the Feywild arc:
Hardwon dies fighting the Hounds and Bev has to revivify him
Hardwon hears Gemma, his mom, and his dad calling to him from three different afterlives (only Gemma tells him its not his time btw) and he has a choice to go with any of them or come back to life
Up until this point, his guilt over not preventing Gemma’s death has manifested in him feeling pretty bad about himself and also not really pursuing anything with anyone (being very awkward and not shooting his shot with the Tris’s (played for laughs)
Hardwon is revivified and says to Gemma that he’s still a bit of a fuckboi, followed by “Heeyy Moonshine and Bev”
various non-serious flirting happens for a couple episodes (Emily makes a point to say Moonshine was holding Hardown when he came back (Bev also grabs his hand))
While fighting Ezra the unseelie queen Hardwon kisses Moonshine after she’s attacked by the eye stalks and becomes frozen
Moonshine doesn’t seem to reciprocate for a couple rounds because she just learned she’s part High-elf and then Hardwon learns that when he killed Galad (sp?) he damned his mother to the Shadowfell and made her Galad’s prisoner again- he begins to think everyone he loves or has anything to do with dies because of him
Moonshine makes her saving throw- overcoming Ezra’s magic, and kisses Hardwon back (later Balnor comments that they were making out during the fight- they both seem a bit uncomfortable and play it off now that the fight’s over)
after the fight everyone is depressed about what they learned, Hardwon seems especially so, he and Moonshine get fucked up together
Hardwon also is pointedly awkward when Moonshine brings up Gemma in the next episode!!!
they go to the shadowfell, with Moonshine using her spores to bring Hardwon below five hp so they can planeshift and we know how she usually spores people to death
this is where I’m caught up to on my rewatch, but knowing what is to come in Shadowfell, I think its pretty clear Hardwon is aware of his romantic feelings for Moonshine at this point, got the courage to make a move, and was immediately punished (in his mind) for it by learning that his choices have hurt the people he loves (despite the fact he had no way of knowing any of these things would happen)
que vampire Hardwon and naked resurrection ritual (and ooooh do you remember that scene- thats a whole other post!!)
“I’ve been a half elf ever since I met you,” etc.
Basically they both keep getting closer to each other and discovering what they mean to each other but also get FURTHER away from making any declarative statements about it! the more they progress the more they have to loose and the more afraid they become of saying anything about it! (Also important to mention here that Moonshine is pretty much against monogamy- which adds another layer to this BUT doesn’t cheapen any of the feelings they have for one another).
Therefore: if Hardwon hadn’t learned about his mom he might have made a move by their last night before they fought Thiala instead of sleeping with a dwarf from New Zealand (and someone remind me-did Moonshine cast foresight (9th level) so that Hardwon would be good on his first time??)
I literally cannot wait for the next episode of Ba2umia and their hopeful reunion
Note: theres no right or wrong way things should’ve happened btw, all of the players had the agency to make their own character choices and i respect the hell outta all of them all as players- the are THE characters of all time and they each had such amazing character arcs!!! i love the whole cast (very much including Caldwell and Murph!)
i had to subscribe to the patreon i gotta know what theyre saying in the short rests!!!!
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ronanceautistic · 3 months ago
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It has been two years since my first fic was posted on AO3! So here's some fun fact about some of the fics I've posted.
southern nights: I wrote this the night after my grandma died lol. It feels a little obvious.
hounds of love: This was the third fic I posted, but the first fic I wrote.
Jig of Life: It was supposed to be much longer, but I got hit with writers block bad. I do wanna maybe do a rewrite of it at some point because I think it had potentially but was just lacking a bit.
A Promise That I'll Keep: A detail I only vaguely implied at is Robin's method of getting Nancy into the storm cellar - using a literal lead - hence why she got bitten.
blinded by the light: I do very often forget this fic even exists but I still love the comparison of grief to nuclear bomb testing LMAO. It's mental but I think it works surprisingly well.
I'm not here: Nancy's fate was decided on a blind Twitter poll - option a she lives, option b she dies. It got around 50ish votes (I can't remember the exact number), and her fate came down to one vote. Ironically, the vote I made on the nancybot account at the very beginning of the poll, is the one that saved her life. Nancy literally saved her own life in real life.
let my love open the door: Here are the invitation cards to the ten year reunion they attended!
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the dream catcher: The concept began with the poems at the beginning of each chapter. The story developed from them.
she knows where she's taking me: This is the full route they took from the Denver QZ to Lenora
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the stars, the moon: This day was originally conceptualised in the Grosse Point Blank AU, in that universe it's the day Nancy runs away from home. But in this fic, Robin shows up in time to stop her. And, I mean, thank fuck she did considering how her life turned out in the original fic.
we were younger: I list them in the end notes of the fic, but so much of this fic parallels canon Stranger Things, and I'm honestly impressed with myself how many connections I managed to fit in there.
what about crying whales: Aquarium is real life accurate thanks to a video tour of the New England Aquarium.
I just want to live in the moment: Not just in this fic, but I tend to write Nancy angst one shots in the present tense. I just like the feeling of time being fleeting, nothing being set in stone. It feels less like a story and more like inner dialogue.
call me when you get home: I was in a really bad place when I wrote this one, so the ending was a lot of wishful thinking for myself. OCD waxes and wanes, but it's fun to say that since writing it, I've felt the ending for myself.
tell me something about yourself: I really really like the concept of this one and honestly have never heard of any piece of media doing something like it before. So a lot of it was purely experimental, seeing if it even could be done well.
trapped between two lungs: It blows my mind that I even pulled this off, and blows my mind even more how positive the reception was. It was so much work, so much planning. Season 5 of this fic is undoubtedly the thing I'm most proud of. I wrote the entire final season of Stranger Things and I've had multiple people tell me the actual show couldn't possibly do it better? That's mental. Thank you so much.
Anyways here's to two more years.
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phantom-after-dark · 4 months ago
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A very warm welcome home. cayde-6 x guardian reader
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so here it is. the utter utter filth that came from my brain. there is a plot....if you squint, and turn your head sideways. who am I kidding this is just straight porn. i have no idea if this is decent, enjoy. reader is AFAB with female pronouns.
this is basically unedited, i will go back at some point and make corrections.
Enjoy xoxox
warning: NSFW below the cut, nothing of a violent or gory nature but, as expected, lots of sex, unprotected sex, its just sex. and some swearing. 18+. any interactions without an 18+ age in their bio WILL be blocked.
NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. NO AGE=BLOCK
It had been long. So long. The mission had gone south leaving Cayde abandoned in the ass crack of nowhere in the freezing cold with nothing but his sparrow, his ghost, and the most awful rations. When help finally arrived, he slumped back in the seat of the ship that he had been, quite unceremoniously, hoisted into by the guardians that had come to get him after receiving his SOS signal. His optics flicker off as he tilts his head back, still vaguely aware of the goings on around him but relaxing as the heat seeps back into his body. He could think of only one thing, the same thing that had been on his mind since he left for that shit show of a mission.
You.
Your smile, your eyes, how soft your hands were when you let them wander him without restraint, your lips on his neck, how hot and tight and wet you were around him as you fucked yourself silly on his-
“Cayde!” A voice snaps him out of his daydreams, he jumps slightly, optics flickering back to life, and he sits bolt upright. Glancing down he was glad his cloak had settled across his lap; he didn’t need to see it to know just how hard he was.
“You good?” the guardian that had woken him, Marcus, he thinks their name was, looks at him with concern.
“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I'm okay just uh… systems still heating up from being in the cold so long. Gets me a little sluggish you know” he bluffs, semi convincingly as he subtly readjusts himself in his armour before standing. Nice save, Cayde he thinks giving himself a mental smack on the head.
The ship had come to a stop in the hangar, the bay doors opening letting in a rush of chilling air. The hangar was as busy as usual, ships coming and going, guardians bustling around and throwing themselves off the edge only to be revived seconds later by ghosts with seemingly unending patience... So, the usual. None of that interests him though. The only thing he wanted-no NEEDED was you. And like a hound with a scent, he found you.
“Cayde!” you call out, voice filled with relief and happiness to see him safe again. Your voice was like a balm to his weary soul.
“Hey sugar” he smiles, wrapping his arms around you.
“Shit, cayde! You’re freezing” you hiss but don’t let go, holding him closer as if urging your heat into his body. “Hey, let's get you to that little ramen place you love. We can get your stomach filled with some actual food and warm you- “
“No!” cayde interrupts you with surprising desperation, his face buried in your hair. “No. Home I want to go home please”
It takes you a second, then as you shift in his arms it hits you…or rather it presses against your stomach. Oh…ooooooh. You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you. “Okay, cowboy let's get you…warmed up” you purr, gently pulling him towards the hanger doors. He follows, of course, like a desperate, obedient puppy having a treat dangled in front of it.
It doesn’t take long to arrive at Caydes apartment, it takes even less time for cayde to have you pressed up against the door, hips grinding against yours as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, already panting, puffs of hot air sending goosebumps across your body.
“Been so lonely, doll. So cold on that god-forsaken planet. All I could think about was you. Please. Please don’t deny me tonight” he mutters, voice laden with a desperation you had never heard from the exo before.
“I've got you, sweetheart, let's move to the- “
“no” he interrupts you once again. “Now. need you now, please. Waited 2 fuckin’ weeks I ain't waiting any longer” he pants, gloved hands snaking underneath your shirt. You don’t even remember him taking your stir off until his mouth is kissing and licking down your chest. He bites down on the soft skin above your collarbone.
“Cayde!” you gasp, scolding him in sheer surprise, not able to see the blossoming red and purple mark on your skin. He normally isn’t so bitey so soon.
“The one I left’s nearly gone” he mumbles, licking over the almost totally faded hickey he had marked you with before leaving on his mission. You can't help but think back to that night, how he had you bent over every surface in the apartment that would take your combined weight until your legs couldn’t hold you up, and even then, he had you in his arms bent in half against the wall until he couldn’t give any more.
He begins to move lower, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake before reaching your breasts. “fuck” he mutters under his breath, one hand moving up from your waist to cup your right breast, his other holding you to him tightly. “Missed these” he sighs before licking a long stripe across your left nipple. He can't hold back the whiney groan that escapes his throat before he latches on. One hand toying with your right breast as he kisses and licks at the other, all while moaning. You had never seen him like this before, so desperate, needy so…. loud. “Taste so good. Better than any food. Need to consume your doll, please. Please, can I?” he's on his knees now, looking up at you with a face of desperation you'll be seeing in your wet dreams for weeks.
His hands move to your pants. You'll be there forever if you let him try to remove your clothes but the pathetic whine that he emits when you gently bat his hands away causes you to freeze, heart rate picking up. He’s so impatient, face already buried between your thighs, your pants still firmly around your hips as he nuzzles up to your clothed crotch.
“Did you miss me like I missed you?” he mumbles, muffled by the material of your pants. “Smell so good. Are you wet for me, doll? Yeah,” you can't help but gasp when you feel his thick tongue lick a strip up your clothed cunt. That was the last straw for your self-control, so much for feeding him a hot meal and getting him rested in bed.
With swift determination you unbuckle your pants, pushing his head away you resist looking at his face knowing he's giving you that kicked puppy expression as you yank them down along with your soaked panties. Your whole body jolts as his hands push your hips, pinning you to the door as his face dives in between your legs.
No teasing touches, no playful taunting, not even the few seconds he usually takes to spread your petals and admire the wet mess he’s made you before diving in. just sheer and unadulterated desperation.
“Fuck yes” he whines, slight static lacing his voice, though you barely notice over the sound of the sudden moan he rips from your lungs. His tongue went straight to your clit, lapping up the wetness that had accumulated in the short span between there and meeting him at the hanger. “Fuuuuuuck, dreamed of this, dreamed of your sweet cunt every fucking day I was away. Starved without you” he moans, not stopping his dedicated worship between your legs with his tongue.
“wider” he mumbles, pushing your legs further apart, giving him access to your tight entrance. His tongue is there immediately, the long blue appendage promptly diving inside. His hand, still clad in leather gloves, moves his thumb in clumsy desperation to toy with your clit. You clenched around the long blue appendage that was lapping up everything you had to give, ripping a long moan from the panting exo that was knelt below you. His tongue pushes in and out as far as he can get it, which surprises you every time he does, it never looked that long. You're just as loud, gasping and panting, hands on his shoulders as you struggle to keep your legs from giving out.
You look down, the view almost makes you cum alone. Caydes eyes are almost completely closed, looking up at you. The tent in his pants makes your mouth water, the large bulge begging to be released, a faint orange glow matching his oral cavity lights shining through the fabric. As fucking divine as having him worship between your legs was, you knew what he needed. And you were going to give it to him.
Your hand gently wraps around the horn on his forehead, and you can feel him fight against you as you try to pull his head away from your crotch. He finally relents and sits back on his heels looking up at you. He was a mess, cloak hood pushed back, mouth agape and panting with your juices all over his chin. He doesn’t bother wiping his mouth as he stares up at you, pleadingly “Why? Why did you stop me? Please, i-I need…I need- “
This time you interrupt him “I know what you need, come on. Bed now”. With a quick and obedient nod, he's back on his feet, and pulling you to the bedroom, you just about make it without falling over.
When did he remove his armour? You don’t care and don’t have the time to care as he's picking you up and putting you on the bed. Before he can resume his assault on your sopping heat you get a cruel idea. You stop him, pushing him back into a kneeling position. He gives you that kicked-puppy look again and you almost let him continue.
Almost.
You lay back on the pillows and appreciate the view in front of you. Cayde knelt before you and was completely bare. Is chest heaved with each ragged breath, you swore you could see steam exit his mouth with each heave. You let your eyes travel lower, to the source of his desperation. You missed that sight. At its widest circumference, it's about the girth of your wrist, the shaft swells in the centre and tapers towards the tip and hilt before swelling widely again at the base. The shaft was 2 colours, a deep blue panel of silicone beneath the tip, then the rest of the shaft is comprised of black silicone. Running up the sides was a see-through panel allowing the warm orange optics to shine through. The tip was a soft pastel blue, swollen and leaking more pre than you’d ever seen before. It made your mouth water.
“Doll, I-I can't take you starin’ at me like that. Do somethin’ I'm begging you” he his pants softly, snapping you out of your gazing.
That’s when a devious idea enters your brain. You lie back and spread your legs, making sure cayde gets a view of everything. His eyes are fixed on your slick entrance as you trail a hand between your legs and gently rub light circles on your clit, a soft gasp slipping through your lips as your back arches slightly. He squirms in place; he had cottoned onto your plan.
“Baby don’t do this please” he begs. Begs. That was a first, and you intended to get many more out of him that night.
“What?” you ask with faux innocence as you slowly slip a finger inside yourself “So wet” you moan softly, knowing it was only adding to the poor exos torture. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” Cayde doesn’t care how desperate he sounds anymore; he was so hard it hurt. He didn’t know how much pre he had leaked but the small puddle forming between his legs on the bed sheets spoke loudly of how much he needed you. “Been 2 long weeks, too long. I need- I need you, need anything. I’ll do anything, I’ll do all my paperwork, I’ll do all the housework I’ll do anything sweetie just-fuck-just let me fuck you”
His words head straight to your pussy, and you can feel yourself tighten around your finger. You're no way stretched enough to take the monster cayde calls a dick inside you, but for him, you would. You pat the bed beside you “Lie down, let me take care of you”
He eagerly lays down on his back, eyes watching you eagerly. You wrap your hand around his length, and he hisses, head rolling back as you slowly stroke the shaft, drenched in his own pre cum. His hips buck up needly into your hand “M-more, m-more need more. Please baby, i-I can't wait- i-I won't last want to be inside you” he babbles desperately.
You shift forward, your legs on either side of his hips as you grind your hips down onto his painfully hard erection. He shoots forward sitting up, gripping your hips, pressing his face into your shoulder. He wasn’t even inside you yet and he was on the verge of whimpering. You slowly shift your hips back and forth, your wetness mixing with his seemingly unending amount of pre, pulling moan after moan from his throat. They were unrestrained, filled with static.
“Fuck! Please, please stop teasing me, love” he hasps, his fingers digging into your hips. They were definitely going to leave bruises, but you know your ghost could heal them…not that you would want it to.
“Beg” you smirk. He freezes momentarily.
“What?”
“You heard me, sweetie, beg” you purr, slowing down the movement of your hips to a tortuous pace.
“Please, doll. Been thinking of you since I left 2 weeks ago, has been hard since I left. Couldn’t do jack shit about it, left without you for so fucking long. Thought about how fuckin hot and wet and tight you are, please baby, doll, sweetheart, just stop damn teasing me” he whines, flopping back onto the bed, looking up at you, eyes wide.
You finally take mercy on him, lifting your hips and lining him up with your entrance. You can see him struggling with his self-control, trying not to force himself up into you. You sink down onto the head, the bulbous tip was a painful stretch in the most delectable way, made even better by the debouched groan that manages to find its way through the static of Caydes voice synthesiser. “So fucking tight” he growls “just like I imagined-no-better”
You take your time, slowly sinking onto his shaft, wincing slightly when you reach the wider point at the centre. You feel so full, so delightfully stuffed and you're only halfway down. You try and pace yourself but it's hard when the exo whose dick is half sheathed in your cunt is a squirming mess of broken whines and barely distinguishable begs. You reach the final hurdle, the swollen base of his cock, almost knot like and you drop your hips, arching your back as your ass finally settles on his hips.  “So fucking big” you groan, leaning back onto your hands which were rested on his thighs. You can feel the faux muscles, taught like a coiled spring.
His eyes are fixed on where his cock disappears up inside you, and his fingers reach out, trembling to trace the dull orange glow that reaches just below your belly button. His fingers lower to play with your clit causing you to get impossibly tighter. His optics stutter on and off as his head lolls back “t-traveller above, you're so damn t-tight!”
After a second to adjust, you drag your hips up before dropping them back down, his grip on your hips tightens, and you can see the tension in his jaw, every slow rise and slam down onto his cock causes a ripple effect, static increase g in his voice, optics flickering on and off in rapid blinks. Despite how loud his broken words and moans are, the wet slapping of your cunt on his cock can be heard.
You continue your tortuously slow movements, relishing in the way he’s, stuffing you full in a way that feels like he was moulded to fit you. “f̴̻̪̺̮͍̰̹̰͓̈́̃̅̿̄̽̋̕͝͝-̸̡̜̭̰̅̚͠f̶̻̣̜̋͛̀͋̉a̷̡̤̖̱̥̱̅̆́̂̄͘s̷͎̤͗̎̄́͒̓̋̈́͋̕t̵̗̖̥̰̤͎͈̊̆̄́̍́͝e̵̢̞̦̝̜̻͋͌͆ͅr̷̨͉͉̹͌͊̈́̽̈͛̓͑͝,̵̡̥̗̖̈́͂̿͠ ̵̡̯̫̜̰̾̉͑̐̏͑̚͝ͅ sweet girl please ,̵̻̫͕̘́ ̸̗̞͒͝p̵̭̗̪̤͙̪̯̺͓̳̈́͒̃l̶̳̮͖̰̪͈̈̂͜͝ͅẽ̸̛͙̗̈́̋̋́̇a̷̖͚̠͍͌͜ş̷̧̫̠̭̼͖͈̥̾̒̽̂̍͋͐̓͘ḙ̵̢̝͓͚̥͍̄̑̐̇͂̕ ̸̧̞̖̤̮̻̠͐̄ faster̶̙̖̙̎̊̎̍̚” he begs, his voice becoming more and more filled with static. His hands grip your hips with urgency as he tries to buck up into you, each time he does, you still your movements earning yourself groans of frustration.
“Aww what's wrong, Hunter Vanguard? You a little pent u-AHH!” your teasing him is the straw that broke the camel's back. His feet plant onto the bed and he flips the pair of you with a growl. The next thing you know you're on your back beneath him, he's still sheathed in you to the hilt.
“that's it. If you won’t give me what I need, I'll take it,” he growls before pulling out till just the tip remains inside you before slamming back into the hilt, starting a brutal pace. His hips slam into your own with bruising vigour, his face buried into your neck. Between his static-filled moans in your ear and the sound of his body slamming into your own, you can barely hear your own cries of pleasure. Overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure that blurred with pain you grip onto his shoulder, legs spreading wider to accommodate his hips and allow him deeper.
“Thought you could get away with t-t- t̶͈͖̺̿̅̒̾͂̎͑ě̵̛͇͉̲̊̉́̚͜a̵̢̝͈̙͉̫͚̐̃̓̾́͐͜ŝ̶̯̥͍̳̠̻̖͙́̍̌͒̕ḭ̷̹̮̟͙̣̲̘̲̭͌̒͗̑́͂̒͐͘̚n̶̰̓̈̆͗̇͌̉̕g̴̡̛̛͛-teasing me? After I've been away from you for so long?” he growls, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Think I could resist this sweet cunt?” his smirk falters, smug voice devolving into a desperate moan. He shifts his hips slightly, his tip finding the spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your core tenses, a familiar feeling building up like an elastic band being pulled tighter and tighter. “You're close, aren’t you? cum for me, sweetie. Cum all over this cock, show me how much you missed me” he pants, pace not faltering once.
You feel the tension snap, your vision going white as your back arches, and you clench around him as you reach your climax. He fucks you through your orgasm, he grabs one of your legs, pulling it onto his shoulder allowing him to hit a whole new angle. You can’t find words, it's like you can feel him in your chest, each thrust pushing the air out of your lungs.  
Every touch, every caress sets your skin on fire, looking up at cayde his optics flicker on and off, his face is tensed, jaw clenched with determined desperation. Everything was becoming too much, too good. You were so overstimulated, but he was not slowing down.
“s-sorr-sorr-sorry” he moans “can’t s- s̵̢̠͔̘̤͓̲͕̍͆͌̏̂͝͝ţ̷̳̮̳̙͖̋̋́̈́̾̈̚̕͠ò̸̡̖̣̜͖͙͍̪̥͆͂̄͘p̶͓̟͔̣̬̞̘̆̎͂̀͋̂̉-stop”. His movements become more frantic, pace becoming less fluid and more unrestrained.
He drops your leg, bending over as he continues pounding into you, he holds you close, littering your neck and chest in hickies, kissing, and licking each one as moans turn into frantic whimpers. “Please, please so close so close. So perfect so tight so hot. Mine p̶̡̳̪̬̯͔̗̆͌̈͋̉̂̿͜͝͝l̶̨͔͇͍̫̏ĕ̸̳̰̭̖͕͌͂͌̅͌̈̋̊̂â̸̢̲̯͕͓̬̻̄͠ş̴͖̐͆̈̇͛̐́͝͠e̴̛͓̎͌̽́͑̊̆͆͝-please” he grips you hips as his rhythm stutters.
“inside-p-please ins-s-s-s-inside” his whole system was beginning to glitch, optics blinking, the lights in his throats, also glitching out as his voice was barely audible over the static. You nod eagerly, body covered in a sheen of sweat, as you pant and moan beneath him, trying to move your hips back onto his time with his rushed thrusts.
The nod is all the conformation he needs, thrusts becoming harder and more eager. “f-f- f̶͈͙̳̻̙͓̤͈̿͋̀̈́̏́͜u̶̯̖̔̓̏̌̅́̉̚c̷̝̉̇̈́̀͛̊̇̚k̵̨̞̩͉͙̻̲̐͊̓̔̒̉̃̀͌͝-fuck i-i-I lo-love you! G-go-gonna fffffill you” he whimpers “make y-y-you so f-full. B-be leakin’ o-out for d- ḑ̸̧̛̩͕̤̬͔̫͈̟̅̋̑̀̓͛͠ă̸̬̠̥̱̪̼͑̈́́y̶̧̙̰͚̝̪̳̍s̴̲͉͖̦͙͎̀̋̃͜͝-days”. You wrap your legs round his hips and tats all it took to push him over the edge. A desperate whimper rips from his throat, it becomes a staticky whine as he thrusts one final time. His whole body trembles, his cock twitching as he spills into you, painting your inside with his cum, leaking out of you around his cock due to the sheer volume as he completely stuffs you.
His body suddenly slumps onto you, you can hear his internal systems whirring loudly, his optics off and body still. You muster as much energy as you can to gently place a hand on his head which was face first in your neck.
“c-cayde? ” you mumble. A groan comes from him as his optics slowly flicker to life. “you okay?” you ask him softly.
He says nothing but nods. The pair of you hiss as he pulls out of you, his body flops beside you as he pulls you into him, arms around your middle.
“Miss you” he manages to mumble out, static finally starting to leave his voice. “don’t wanna be that far away from you again, doll”. You nod in agreement, aching body seeking his, it had been too long. Between your legs aches in the best way, you can feel the remnants of his seed leaking out of you but at this point, you're too tired to care, you can clean up later.  
You're not sure which of the two of you fell asleep first, but it's cayde who wakes you, carrying you to the bathroom where the bath slowly fills with soapy water.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, sweet pea” he chuckles, “let's get you cleaned up, I ordered us dinner, least I can do for that welcome home.”
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ultfreakme · 2 years ago
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Hi Riki!
I really like your blog!
I want to learn more about Jay Nakamura he seems like such a cool dude. :)
Hi Kit!!! Thank you so much 🥰🥰.
I fear you've unleashed my non-ATLA/LOK obsession, and it is this little guy asdfvhj
So Jay Nakamura, aka 'Gossamer', is a DC character who's a hero and investigative journalist. He's dating Jon Kent, the son of Lois Lane & Superman (Jon's also working as Superman right now and shares the superhero name).
He's the son of the former president of his country, Gamorra(fictional place implied to be inspired by E.Asian cultures).
His first appearance is in the comic 'Superman: Son of Kal-El Issue 2'.
Jay works with this anarchist rebel group known as 'The Revolutionaries' & just helped save his own country from a dictator alongside Jon. He also runs his own underground news stream called 'The Truth'.
When he was young, he was kidnapped by this dictator & experimented on for half a year, which gave him the ability to phase through literally everything.
He's like, super sarcastic and hella emotionally closed off and keeps using dumb jokes to hide his feelings but he has so much love and affection for Jon and everyone. His fashion sense is truly atrocious, the man cannot dress to save his life.
His biggest idol is Lois Lane and completely frozen when he saw her & legit ran away to hide by a barn because she's an extremely good journalist. But then he started roasting Jon on first meeting about his hair knowing he was Superman(which...somehow made Jon instantly fall for him lol).
Also, Batman did not trust Jay and kinda left him to the wolves one time, which made Jon almost destroy Batman.
It was a valid concern btw, Jay's friends are wanted criminals, have killed people(HUGE no-no for Superman & Batman)& also one of his friends stole Batman’s car.
Anyways when Jon & Jay were fighting the dictator, shit happens and Jay's identity which was a secret until now, becomes public and everyone knows this kinda hot-topic journalist is dating Superman.
This kinda fucked him over because Jay was able to do a lot of the difficult stories of his journalism stories BECAUSE no one knew who he was, so right now he's in this extremely awkward position where his boyfriend is very specifically "Superman", meaning he can't be seen in public with 'Jon Kent the Civilian' and has the paparazzi and regular people hounding him.
He has the vibes of a villain, but he's just genuinely a good person who only wants to help & protect his loved ones. He often pushes aside his own discomfort in layers of jokes abd sass to protect his emotions. Like he somehow travelled from a whole other country, and ran right into the Hall of Justice(the central gathering place for every major hero) to check on Jon when he got hurt.
If you want to read about him, he's a very new character with mostly linear story rn so here's a list of his appearances:
Superman: Son of Kal-El (#2- #17)
DC Pride 2022
Action Comics #1050
Adventures of Superman: Jon Kent(#1, #2)- this is an ongoing series so he may have more appearances.
I think I covered everything but idk if I did him justice😅 he's really fun to learn about through the comics. Hope this was what you were looking for?
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apirateslifefor--smee · 9 months ago
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support women's wrongs: a majke de spell playlist ( @majkemaniiia )
prairie girl by rah rah
i did something bad by taylor swift
bring me to life by evanescence
pierre by ryn weaver
nothing matters by the last dinner party
free by florence and the machine
you know i'm no good by amy winehouse
hounds of love by kate bush
still sane by lorde
run by daughter
prairie girl by rah rah
I am a prairie girl Straight to the bone I'll cut you off on the drive back home I spend my winters alone Yeah there's just no place quite like home
I feel like this song is so underrated lol I used to LOVE it in high school. This song is about being a #tough girl but also maybe you fall in love a little bit but NO YOU DON'T you get the hell out of there before you can get hurt. And it just felt like a good place to start for Magica who is very self-sufficient and independent but I also think somewhere deep down she is kind of lonely... but anyway it's fine she's a prairie girl!!
2. i did something bad by taylor swift
They say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good
Sorry sorry one thing about me is I'll sneak tswizzle onto these playlists. Obviously this song is about a lot of different things and not necessarily about summoning demons but like lowkey it could be. Magica is kind of the weird one in her family for being into shadow magic and I just think she'd be like ok u say i did something bad... but WHY'S IT FEEL SO GOOD!!!!
3. bring me to life by evanescence
Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up) Bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) Before I come undone (save me) Save me from the nothing I've become
Stay with me here lol. This is less about the lyrics and more about the VIBE. Like if there was ever a song to summon demons to it'd be this song. You know what I mean? I really don't think that's what this song is about but I just had to put it here for the vibes.
4. pierre by ryn weaver
And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops Lied and said his bike was in the motor shop Drove my car once and made the tire pop Still we had some fun, till I came to 'Cause I wouldn't be with you
This song is about hooking up with a bunch of guys who are probably con artists/grifters/liars because you're running from your feelings about someone. And idk if that's true for Magica but I DO think she is like simultaneously really savvy but also drawn to liars at the same time. Maybe because she is a powerful lady and can handle herself so she might as well have a little fun. Also I just think this song is whimsical and witchy idk you get the vibe.
5. nothing matters by the last dinner party
I put my heart inside your palms My home in your arms Now we know nothing matters Nothing matters
I also kind of put this song here more for the vibes than the lyrics because it sounds kind of witchy and whimsical but I also think it goes with the theme of Magica's hot girl energy. She's here to fuck around and get what she wants and as I said she can handle herself etc so if ppl try to use her she will also use them!
6. free by florence and the machine
I'm always running from something I push it back, but it keeps on coming And being clever never got me very far
Once again the theme of running from something! Magica is always on the run but I think she also knows herself really well and knows what she needs to feel #free. Whether that's dancing or magic or something else. Also once again we are here for vibes. Florence is always a witchy vibe.
7. you know i'm no good by amy winehouse
I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good
To me this song is about thinking you're the bad guy and then finding out actually the person you're with is also the bad guy and still managed to hurt u even though u thought u were immune to that! And I think it gets at Magica's vulnerability despite this powerful witch exterior she has.
8. hounds of love by kate bush
Among the hounds of love And feel your arms surround me I've always been a coward And never know what's good for me Oh, here I go, don't let me go
I am obsessed with this song lately?? I wanted to give Magica one love song bc I think she should get one <3 This song is about feelings coming for u like a pack of hounds and you're like you know what let's just give into it! And I know this is not Magica's usual vibe but once in a while we see her soft side and I love that <3
9. still sane by lorde
Only bad people live to see Their likeness set in stone What does that make me?
I loveeee this song. It's so creepy and evocative. I think this song could be about the consequences of making yourself very powerful and like dealing with the fallout of that. What happens when Magica faces what she's done?? Will she ever?? Much to consider...
10. run by daughter
I don't know what we're doing I don't know what we've done But the fire is coming So I think we should run
Returning to our run theme! I don't know what the speaker in this song has done to make them have to run, but Magica is always careful not to have anyone look too closely at what's going on with her demon niece! And again I thought this song had a very creepy/witchy vibe so it seemed like a good place to end.
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hi helloo, i'd just written a novel in ur askbox about s&b and then tumblr crashed and it was all lost :') maybe for the better because it was a total mess of thoughts lmao so let me try to summarise my feelings a bit (im sorry this turned out REALLY long)
i HATE that they speedran s&s and r&r in the most bullshit way possible. the entire amplifier hunt was basically removed, at least journey-wise - they just. find the sea whip in that one cave and then they go to morozova's workshop and thats it?? wheres the shu han quest. where the fuck is the ACTUAL spinning wheel. and why is alina not hounding everyone to find the firebird??? she's supposed to be obsessively seeking it now, why does she barely seem to care? also where's the actual ending to siege and storm. WHERE is my darkling & alina fight. wheres her being saved by mal... where's her white hair !!!! idk that scene was my favourite and once i knew we were getting a tv show i really wanted to see this on screen :((
all the characters and relationships they cut... harshaw, misha, ONCAT, tamar&nadia (because lbr they basically weren't there), honestly i even missed sergei and stigg (who i'd barely even remembered before), nadia and adrik as siblings even. they just cut all these people and their journeys with alina for what, a fetch quest for a magic sword?
also, where's the apparat and the soldat sol? we hear people call alina 'sankta', sure, but the entire religious part of ruin and rising is just. completely sidelined. which is really weird because it's so important!! tolya and tamar's faith is basically nonexistent and i don't like it at all
the whole firebird reveal was soooo boring. like i'm sorry but that scene in the book? absolutely perfect. but in the show... it's just a story! baghra just tells mal and thats it! honestly this entire season was so much telling and not showing too, soooo much exposition and it just really didnt work
now then. ive put this off long enough but. the fucking ending. dude... i don't even know where to begin. how do you fuck up the rewrite of your book so badly that the entire moral of your book is just. completely lost?? literally the entire trilogy is built on the "what is infinite? the universe and the greed of men" quote. you CANNOT disregard that in this way. the point of the entire story is that alina's greed is punished! she loses her powers and she loses mal (sort of). the fold is destroyed by her power but not by her, because she never should have had that much power! now... she loses nothing. she has her power, she has three amplifiers, she brought mal back with merzost (which is still. insane to me like i legit laughed out loud when that happened) and now she's general of the second army and also soon probably queen of ravka??? she doesnt lose ANYTHING to her greed.
and with the ending too... where the hell are they going to take this next? because theyre sure as hell not following the kos duology storyline, what with alina now being nikolai's general instead of zoya (which im also. really pissed off about because zoya's story is SO important and theyve just. shoved her to the side)
i also have some thoughts about the crows and how theyve been handled of course i just don't feel as passionately about them (also because they shouldnt have been in this show in the first place but thats just my opinion <3) but i do wonder how theyre gonna start the soc spinoff when theyve basically done so much of the crooked kingdom plot already? and inej is literally already sailing and finding slavers like... i have no idea how theyre going to dothis spinoff and make everyone happy
very small last points but im so mad that they did the "an ordinary life full of ordinary things" line and then decided to. include nikolai? what the actual fuck? and then they didnt even GIVE malina their ordinary life... sorry im so so angry about this ending
i'm sure ive got more to say but this is already wayy too long and i don't wanna bother u anymore but ive just been mad for 3 days straight and really needed to get this off my chest <3 im really disappointed that theyve managed to screw up my favourite book series of all time so i'm just going to reread r&r and forget this season exists :D hope u have a nice day and thank u for reading this dump slfksdj
RIP but ty for venting!!! i totally get everything you’re saying. all of this comes down to the writers smashing basically all of the books into one season for NO reason. all of the things that make the trilogy & duology interesting & compelling & complex are gone bc there’s no time to show them. it’s constantly going GO GO GO with the plot, & for what?? nothing got added to these characters this season, i didn’t feel any impact during any of the big reveals, i didn’t get any emotional payoff from these characters’ journeys.
& why change the ending the way they do? eric’s already said that a season 3 would go back & touch on s&s things they didn’t address. so this ending is meant to draw out alina & mal’s stories, but why do it this way? why backtrack like that? you could certainly draw out the trilogy without speed-running the original ending like this, but that doesn’t fit whatever weird narrative he has for the crows ig.
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perspectivestarters · 2 years ago
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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (Part II)
THE MIGHTY FALL
"Oh god!"
"Why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever?"
"Did you get dressed up?"
"I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together."
"How the mighty fall."
"They fall in love."
"Oh, how the mighty fall in love."
"Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme."
"I'm dizzy on dreams."
"If you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one."
"Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it."
"You think your only crime is that you got caught."
"It's getting clear, you're never coming clean."
I know you said not to call unless I'm dying.
"Even though my eyes closed, I still see you."
"I just hope that when you see me, I'm not see-through."
"Sometimes I swear, I need a day just for me."
"Like, I let her climb on top."
"I'm either fuckin' or workin', so the grind don't stop."
"They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you."
MISS MISSING YOU
"Don't panic."
"No, not yet."
"I know I'm the one you want to forget."
"Cue all the love to leave my heart."
"It's time for me to fall apart."
"Your hot whiskey eyes have fanned the flame."
"Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight."
"Let the fire breathe me back to life."
"Baby, you were my picket fence."
"I miss missing you now and then."
"Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger."
"The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger."
"We're fading fast."
"I see through you when we're sitting in the dark."
"So give me your filth, make it rough."
"Let me trash your love."
"I will sing to you every day."
"I've heard you got it so bad."
"I am the best you'll never have."
DEATH VALLEY
"I want to see your animal side."
"Let it all out."
"I wanna see the dirt under your skin."
"I need your broken promises."
"I want the guts and glory, baby."
"This town is wasted and alone."
"Don't take love off the table yet."
"Tonight, it's just fire alarms and losing you."
"We love a lot, so we only lose a little."
"But we are alive."
"Oh, there you go, undress to impress."
"You can wear the crown but you're no princess."
"We're going to die, it's just a matter of time."
"Hard times come, good times go."
"I'm either gone in an instant or here 'til the bitter end."
"What I've got will make you feel more alive."
"I'll be your favorite drug."
YOUNG VOLCANOES
"We're the beginning of the end."
"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds."
"It's all over now."
"Before it has begun, we've already won."
"We are wild."
"We are like young volcanoes."
"C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered."
"We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes."
RAT A TAT
"It's (Name), bitch."
"No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate."
"They just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs."
"She's his suicide blonde."
"She's number than gold."
"Are you ready for another bad poem?"
"One more off key anthem."
"Remember me as I was, not as I am."
"I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head."
"If my love is a weapon, there's no second guessing when I say."
"If my heart is a grenade, you pull the pin and say."
"You need to lower your standards."
"It's never getting any better than this."
"You settled your score."
"This is where you come to beg."
"This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you."
"I'll take your heart served up two ways."
"I'm the lonelier version of you."
"I just don't know where it went wrong."
"She's sick and she's wrong."
"I've seen bigger."
"I've lit better."
"Not a dry eye left in the house."
"Talk less, mean more."
"Go boy, run for your life."
"Let's be electric, like we were before."
SAVE ROCK AND ROLL
"I need more dreams and less life."
"I need that dark in a little more light."
"I cried tears you'll never see."
"So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean, and leave me be."
"You are what you love, not who loves you."
"In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream no."
"Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow."
"I only plugged in to save rock and roll."
"Blood brothers in desperation."
"An oath of silence for the voice of a generation."
"How'd it get to be only me?"
"I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes."
"I will defend the faith."
"Oh no, we won't go."
"We don't know when to quit."
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lovelywingsart · 1 year ago
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*explodes into your inbox* HI I know this will probably be answered later on when you reach that part of the plot, but in the Metalworks AU: what's the Heisenberg's relationship like with Chris/the BSAA like? Do they have to check in on a regular basis to make sure Karl isn't attempting world domination one weaponised Roomba at a time?
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I might, though that also depends JUST how deep ill want to go with the written stories, or when i get to sketching them more- But anyway! Smol bitty 'spoilers' for the story, but not enough to ruin it. uwu This will also be long. You know my rambles.
Karl and Chris/BSAA have an... interesting relationship.
Karl was, of course, incredibly hesitant when Emelia and Chris made the deal that granted them freedom. He didn't trust Chris for a single fucking moment, and you can bet he wasn't too happy when part of the deal was that they would absolutely be under some sort of *mild* supervision via the Hound Wolf Squad specifically, and partially the BSAA as a whole. Not so much that they'd be up their asses, but just enough to make sure things don't go out of hand. (Meaning no, no weaponized roombas. Sorry to disappoint. 😂 He kinda fell off the whole 'creating murderous robots to take over the world' thing when he suddenly had no real reason to after Mirandas death- it was alot to take in. He had MANY feelings after that.)
They amazingly don't really check on them much, maybe a random helicopter from a distance- because what really helps the 'survailance' is Ethan and Emelia writing back and forth. Once again, Karl was adamant in demanding not to put too much personal shit in there because he KNEW Chris would see them too. It took him a little bit to get comfortable with the idea that someone on the outside might know more about their life, as he discovered that he would definitely prefer living in solitude with his family now that he actually had the choice to.
The only times Karl and Chris really came face to face was when Ethan and Rose would visit and vice versa, and honestly they just... avoided eachother mostly. An untrusting glance here, a defensive growl from Karl there, but they more or less left eachother alone save for Karl sometimes being a smartass, as he does. Really their slight animosity came to both a head and a surprising end when Emelia had the twins, which is where the one image of Karl getting in his face comes in- and honestly it was partially because of Adalwulf. Had he not stepped in and calmed Karl down, Chris wouldn't have had the respect for him that he does, and he wouldn't have joined the Hound Wolf Squad as a 'Bioweapon Defense' with Rose who joined shortly after. Karl kinda came around to the idea after being incredibly against it, and his own trust in Chris genuinely didn't start GROWING until after Emelia talked to him about Ada joining them. So it took... about 12-13 years for both Karl and Chris to not completely have sticks up their asses about it despite Emelia calling him for help once before (to find her birth family), if I'm doing my timeline math right.
After that they ended up having enough mild respect to at least talk without Karl being a complete dick and Chris being a military hardass, and eventually it was enough to share a few beers and for Chris to actually offer THEM a small spot in the crew due to the fact that they're considered 'first generation bioweapons'. While they don't take the spot fully (again, they prefer staying with their *growing* family), they do sometimes go out for things that might be of their concern, mostly to assess things or at least provide support somehow. Mostly Emelia, but Karl will join too, which leads to Chris finding out just how much of an actual fucking tank the old man is with his defense without needing to mutate at all.
I can't really say Karl ever FULLY trusts Chris and vice versa even after a few years, but it's enough to occasionally be drinking buddies and work together after the twins are born and just kinda stays on that point until Redfield kicks the damn bucket (who knows if he ever will tho, Capcom likes to squeeze as much as they can out of him specifically so I mean 🤷)
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spacecadetspe · 1 year ago
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Dec. 8, 2023
I've put myself through hell this week.
I've put some time and effort into finding myself a house. Not that I'm displeased with my current living arrangements; W has had a flight of fancy due to his father becoming a real estate agent, and together he and I went to look at a few houses with a local agent.
Well, we found an adorable house. I loved it. It needed some fixing up, but that wasn't my biggest problem with it. As much as my agent provided helpful tips and encouragement, I felt rushed almost all the way through the process. She set the closing date on our contract for December 15th. My lease isn't up until August of next year.
She always offered me a way out, but whenever I looked toward the exit, she'd gently steer me away from it. "Don't be afraid." "Don't panic." "You love this house!" And it was true. She hit all the right buttons. And the last thing I wanted was to be afraid of anything ever again. And I can do any terrifying thing if I have someone holding my hand... right?
Well, the last weekend happened. I took W to the hospital. They found exactly nothing wrong with him, and now there's a hospital bill with my name on it. So I took care of him all weekend. And then Fortitude hit his limit and couldn't get out of bed all Sunday. I've also been trying to support a friend of mine who is facing homelessness and is trying to get back on her feet.
And Sunday afternoon, I finally started feeling it. That the whole world was an awful, terrible place, and I couldn't take care of everybody.
The realtor called me on Monday, trying to get me to put down my earnest money for the sale, and I started having flashbacks. I don't have it. If I gave it to her just now, I'd have $24 to my name. And as much as I scrimp and save, I couldn't see myself going back to living off pennies as I tried to care for my family. And I wasn't going to hound my mother for money, even if she was financially capable of supporting me. I'm finally paying for W's tuition and my rent, and living off my own hard work. I'm not willing to ask my mom for money again when she's already done so much for me.
So after I got off the phone with the realtor, I called my mom. I was having flashes of yellow light in my vision; flashes that came with sudden panic and hysteria. I was having flashbacks; feeling trapped, and feeling like I was being led into something I couldn't back out of. And at the time, I couldn't place what my trigger was; only that I needed my mom.
I called her crying, sobbing outside my office. She and my sister talked me down, and then kindly referred me to others in my support group; a cousin who is a real estate broker, and my step-sister who is a real-estate lawyer. They took me out to dinner, where I had a final flashback, and then got tipsy and ate possibly the best ramen of my life and yakked about everything.
And then in the morning, the mortgage lady called me, off the clock (for her; my workday starts early). Generally speaking, I like her. She was incredibly empathetic, and volunteered to call the real estate lady on my behalf; or perhaps call her off. When I told her that I'd spent the weekend taking care of everyone, she asked, "Who's taking care of you?"
That is the problem, isn't it?
If you've never heard of spoon theory, dear reader, it's something I really value in my life. "Spoons" represent the energy you have available to perform pertinent tasks. By a similar token, "fucks" are how much you care about said tasks. But since we live in a household with a kid, it has simply become "spoons and forks." But one day, W asked me a thoughtful question: "So what are knives?"
I had no idea. So I asked Fortitude.
"Knives are your support system," he said. "They're the things that cut tasks into bite sized pieces, whether it's more hands to do the job, or perspective that makes your job easier. Knives are what turns the turkey into turkey sandwiches."
So now I have a whole cutlery set.
Since my financing fell through, I've been able to back out of the contract, much to my realtor's dismay. But as my mom said, it's okay for me to just be comfortable in my own place for now. I'm in a good, safe, pleasant little apartment with everything I really need. And I can enjoy that. I am sad about the house, sure, but I'm not really in any rush, am I?
Gods, I need to go back to Surtr. My chakras are a mess.
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or-something-better · 2 years ago
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Sam’s Story Corner
August 30, 2022
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Hello Darlings, This is your King speaking. Moose has asked me to be your special guest here in his cozy little corner. This week your prompt is What is your biggest regret, and how it impacted your future. It can either tie into something from the show or be completely original to your character. Try to have it posted by Sunday, or my lovely hounds will perhaps pay you a visit.
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Ruby
My Biggest Regret
You tend to have a few regrets in life when you have lived a long time. Having said that, the length of my life is in proportion to my regrets as well.
Let’s face it. Demons aren’t nice. Our whole existence is to bring misery to mankind. The world is one big yin and yang. Good vs Evil. At least I used to think so. That is until I found out a long time ago that I’m broken.
After losing my soul, I did my time in Hell. That wasn’t my regret, I knew when I signed on the dotted line or sealed it with a kiss as is required, that I willingly gave up my soul. I’d do it again. That’s probably been the only thing I haven’t regretted in my life. Becoming a witch saved a lot of people.
No. I think my biggest regret, through no fault of my own, has been that little sliver of my humanity that remained after my transformation. That piece in me that remembers being human. I don’t know if it’s a part of me because of my witchcraft connection to the powers of the living world, but it makes my life as a demon more hellish than it should be. It allows me (is that the right word? Because sometimes it’s more like forces me) to think of the consequences of my actions. And demons do a lot of shit. It’s what we do!
Not that it’s been all bad. I traveled, I learned languages, and customs, met lots of people, (killed lots of people), and saw things you wouldn’t believe. But it’s also a lonely life. While other demons can join cliques, I just couldn’t bring myself to spend 24/7 with them. I didn’t fit in. I never have. Friendships, if you can call them that, are just short periods where demons use each other for their own purposes.
I was destined to be alone. At least I thought so before HE showed up. Sam Winchester. What started out as a simple job, turned into a complicated mess that’s been with me ever since. It was so simple until that spark of humanity showed up, as it always does, and fucks with my life and makes up my mind for me.
Now I’m an enemy of the state with everyone. Sort of a ‘Heaven doesn’t want me and Hell wants to kill me.’ Isn’t that lovely? And my only haven of peace is Sam.
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Sam
In the Kitchen of the Bunker, I empty an old bucket from the supply room, rinse it out and fill it with beers and ice. Then taking the stairs to the roof two at a time, I step out into the open air and look up at the bright night sky.
“Awesome”
After taking in a few deep breaths, I settle myself into one of the lawn chairs left up here and reach for a beer. Sometimes this little rooftop get away was just the thing needed to relax or recharge, depending on what was happening. Tonight I’d have to say I was most likely in need of a little of both.
Gazing upwards, Mars is visible right away. It’s almost orange glow made it one of the first planets I’d ever been able to find. Because of the late hour, I’d already missed being able to see Mercury, but Venus should be visible, if the sky stayed clear, in just over an hour.
Drinking my beer in the blissful silence, I laid my head back and just let my mind wander. Evenings like this under the stars, were some of the fondest memories I had of times growing up with Dean. Sometimes we’d talk, sometimes we’d just watch the sky in silent togetherness. Both were balm to my soul, when I had one anyway.
Setting down my now empty beer bottle, I took another from the bucket and twisted off the top. Someone earlier today, I couldn’t remember who, had made an offhand comment in the Bunker about having regrets and several others had then shared what some of their biggest regrets had been. I didn’t join in the with the conversation, God knows enough is already known about my own short comings and missteps, there wasn’t a need to highlight any of them.
Shifting on the chair, I had to admit that participating or not, the entire subject had dogged me. Kept coming back up in my own mind throughout the rest of the day and still this evening. What was it about this that I just couldn’t let go? I had a list of regrets a mile long and no trouble admitting that choices I’d made hurt others as well as myself. Hell, all laid out together it sort of seemed like my whole life had been one big regret about something or other. Running over a few of those things in my mind, trying not to force it, but just allowing my own thoughts to come and go wherever they took me… it really didn’t take long to come up with what I guess I consider to be my greatest regret. Jessica.
But not for the reason everyone would think. Yes… becoming involved with me had ended her young life way before her time. All of the hopes and dreams she’d looked forward to were stolen by the evil that I’d always known was out there. I used to think that If only I’d told her everything, If only I’d listened to what the dreams I had were telling me, things would have been different.
Well, with two decades of hindsight and a lot more experience, I know that isn’t true. It wouldn’t have mattered what we knew, or what we did or didn’t do. Even if I hadn’t gone with Dean that night he came for me, nothing would have been different. The wheels of my destiny had been set in motion the night Azazal had bled over me in my crib. Nothing was going to change that. Cosmic forces were involved and it was a whole lot bigger than just two dumb college kids who mistakenly thought they were in love.
And THAT was the real regret. My relationship with Jess had been a lie and doomed from the beginning. Even if there was no demon blood or my being Lucifer’s perfect vessel, I would have still destroyed her. Maybe not her physical life, but certainly her loving spirit. Oh, I believe Jess loved me. She’d fallen hard for the shy, goofy kid from Kansas, with the good grades and soon-to-be Lawyer shingle. The one who shared her expectation of careers, that ended in a house with a white picket fence in a good neighborhood.
That kid wasn’t the real me. Jessica didn’t know the first thing about me and would have hated the life I’d led and the things I’d done. She only knew the façade I painted, the story I was telling everyone even myself. And I needed her. I needed her to believe that the person I was portraying to everyone was real, because her belief in that made me real. For the first time in my life, I felt normal, like I had value. Like I could fit in and had been right in my decision to leave my brother behind. I loved that Jessica loved me. A small distinction that would have eventually hurt us both.
It had taken a long time for me to understand the dynamics of everything that happened at Stanford. Pretty easy to see now that they were the driving force behind all of my half-lived relationships since then. Funny how regrets are… I think approaching 40 had been a real decision point for me. Not a lot of old Hunters out there, probably even less that find any contentment with their lives. It’s hard to share your true self with someone after the horrors of this life.
I start to reach for another beer just as I notice that Venus has begun to rise in the night sky. Venus, the planet of love. The one emotion that everyone seems to quest for their whole lives, and the one thing Jess and I never really understood. It took a Demon to show me that there are greater things out there. Ruby is the only one I’ve ever met who understands all the parts of who I am, Demon and Human. I don’t have to hide a single thought or anything about my past. She’s seen that darkness firsthand and even participated in some of it. I’m not expected to be anything except exactly who I am. I’m okay with that.
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Gabe
I’ve heard the questions asked numerous times as to what happened to “Jesse the Demon Boy” and I think it’s a story that needs to be told. It’s been a long time now, but the memory is still sharp in my mind and it’s one of those ones that will always stay there .
There’s ZERO love lost for him after what he did, but I’ll give him this, he was born into a shitty situation , and  tried to fight his demons so to speak, joining the military and becoming the strongest weapon and fiercest killer they ever had. He tried assimilating into normal Soviet and that as you can imagine, didn’t end very well. It was then that he set his sights on team free will, and more specifically, my wife and children.
At the time belle and I hadn’t been married very long, and our girls, our miracle babies Missy and Cassie were only a few months old. We’d already been through hell bringing them into existence. I was still an archangel and archangels and humans were never meant to be together, to create children, Archnephilim. When the forces of Lucifer found out, and heaven found out it was a war that took place with us in the middle and at a human hospital (this was in archaic times before doctor Charlie). A story for another day, but spoiler, one sec survived.
With that out of the way we thought we were home free to raise our family as we saw fit. That’s when Jack decided to become best buddies with Jesse.
Now jack was a sweet kid. Innocent, naïve and grew up before his time meaning he was also easily manipulated. All that power, in a young man’s body with a baby’s brain. I don’t blame him fully, but it’s his nativity that brought Jesse into our lives.
Jesse had decided he wanted what I had, what the team had, family, love, respect, and that the only way to get it was by getting me out of the way, and I have to admit he did it well. (this is also why there’s no jack around) He used jack. Sending jack to our house where he laid me unconscious so he could kidnap Belle and the girls.
Coming too I found myself in a ring of holy fire, trapped as Jesse told me what his plans were and they made my skin crawl.
His dad land were to forcibly breed my belle, raising our children to age before taking them as brides and creating creatures of power beyond anything the world had ever seen.
That was enough for me, as Jack was tortured by Jesse he freed me with his last breath and it was on . I’ve never felt rage or fury like that before, and I hope to never feel it again.
The things I did to Jesse, the torture I inflicted upon him would have made Lucifer think I had gone too far and I only stopped because Belle begged me to just kill him. The things I did to him are things I’m ashamed to write down and not meant for the eyes of humans or children. I can tell you that there is a ZERO chance that he could ever be brought back.
I’d do anything to protect the ones I love, even if it means releasing a vengeance on the world again that Lucifer and my father had no idea existed.
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Dean
My biggest regret
Here I am laid back on the hood of Baby, drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey, thinking about this question. Where the hell do I begin? There are many things i truly regret in my life but if I had to choose one...
It all started as a one night stand in 1998. I thought about her from time to time, wondering where she was, what she was up to. I couldn't get her off my mind.
8 years later I had to go see her. I felt I needed to see her, with the intent to sleep with her one more time. We had a connection like no other. It was weird, different, but felt right. I thought if i could get her in bed just one more time I might know. But when I did, everything was so different.  
When I knocked on the door, I said I was just passing through and decided to stop and see her. She said it was a bad time. She had a party going on but then invited me in anyway. We walked outside that’s when I saw him. This 8 year old boy, dark hair, black leather jacket, eyeballing all the ladies. He reminded me so much of myself.
She walks away to talk to somebody, I'm watching this boy and noticing everything about him even down to his style of music based off the AC/DC shirt he's wearing. I go catch up with her and we talk about him. We hit things off fairly well I would say.  
Well, we ended up saving the two of them fighting off a changeling. She thanked me for saving them, turns out this boy isn't mine, his father died in a power saw accident. She ends up kissing me and asking me to stay. I told her that her life wasn’t mine. That’s the first regret when I walked away that day.
One night I suddenly has a dream about her and Ben. She was late to his ball game and she told me she loved me.... What a trip... This time I had to go see her for what I thought would be the last time before I said yes to Michael. Was I once again stupid for walking away then yet again after telling her that I could only see myself happy with her and Ben? I would say YES
After we locked lucifer in the cage, I spent a year with Lisa and Ben. A normal life as a normal family. I had a normal job, came home to dinner with them. Things were great. Until I started seeing signs of something nearby...sulfur. I knew something bad was coming. So I left. She was pissed as I tried to protect them to the extent of making them stay with Bobby while i took care of a case. She shared how happy she had been and how good of a father I had been to Ben. I once again left. Only to return again shortly after.
We moved into a new house, but the hunting life called me once again. I ended up a vamp, went to say goodbye basically, she tried to get close to me but all I could do is hear her blood pumping through her veins so I pushed her away then shoved Ben as he tried to see if I was ok. And that again pissed her off because I wasn't myself. I couldn't hurt them. I had to walk away to keep them safe.
I ended up returning again because demons attacked them. Long story short a demon possessed her, then stabbed her as I started to exorcise it from her. She was going to die. I rushed her to the hospital with Ben by my side killing monsters that were after us. Shit! Now he knows about the life! At the hospital I made the decision that was my biggest regret... Cass healed her and I had him erase their memory so they wouldn't even remember me. I never stopped thinking or dreaming about them.
I considered going back and trying again. Sometimes still wish I would or could. I drive past her house on occasion. I sat outside her house many days during my drinking binge. But I just can't bring myself to actually walking up to the door.
This hunting life is who I am. However. I regret walking out of her life, out of their lives. I could have kept that happy apple pie life had I not walked the fuck away!
Drinking the bottle I started thinking about them more, I look at the bottle then back up to the sky. I slide off the car Lisa and Ben and that scene at the hospital going through my head. I throw the bottle as I watch it shatter across the hood of the car. Pissed at myself but at the same time knowing this is truly where I need to be and where I belong with my brother and my family!
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Crowley
I pace my mansion glancing at the demon’s stationed around the room. The angel had been watching me seal a deal earlier, which meant the Winchester’s had finally caught my scent. Moving to sit behind my desk, I open the drawer where I was keeping the Colt and sigh. My eyes close as I think back to the day I could have prevented all of this.......
I walk behind Lilith, watching the bustle of her shirt as I straighten the high collar of my shirt and check my tied cravat. Scanning the theater I notice many armed individuals and search the memories of the man I’m inhabiting and find he was the one that had placed the police there. My gaze follows Lilith as she splits off towards the stage. “Attention whore.” I grumble recalling that her host is a prissy prima donna, disgraced if this Raoul fellow is to be believed.
Sitting in Box 5 of the theater, I look down at the stage and my eyes follow Lilith with disdain as she shrieks and dances. While plunging through the weak blondes memories I’m confused by the plan I find inside. This whole show was a façade to draw out some rival lover? I rub the man’s head, attempting to fight off the growing headache caused by this Carlotta woman that my boss was inside. My eyes close trying to ignore her, like usual, until a siren song captures my attention.
The weak willed fop in the back of my mind starts raging, this woman clearly special to him. I started paying attention, my vessels drama was much more entertaining than whatever game Lilith was playing. It seemed like she was doing this just to show off, I could see no benefit for Hell, no deal being made. Though as the new performer comes onto the stage I do see a warped soul. Raoul is screaming within me and I gather the performer is the rival he’s so threatened by.
Laughing, I stand and watch a seductive performance concluded, and morphs into a slow, pathetic plea. The police look towards my box and I realize they’re waiting on my word. I hold off and gasp softly as the mask is removed, seeing the face as warped as the soul within. At my hesitation, and the unmasking, everything erupts into chaos and I hear the scream of Lilith’s meatsuit. The man on the stage drops the chandelier which ignites a fire. Taking this opportunity, I join the fray and insight further chaos when I notice bodies dropping.
As I wade through the bodies, I catch sight of a slight blonde dancer. When she turns, her eyes are pure white and I realize Lilith had jumped bodies during the show. Reaching into my jacket, I wrap my hand around a knife that could supposedly kill our kind that I’d swiped off Lilith earlier. Moving closer, I consider taking my shot. If I kill Lilith, maybe I could ascend the ranks faster. I raise the knife to stab her in the back, only to sigh and tuck it back away. A demon killing knife? That just begs to be a trap. Instead I tapped her shoulder and followed her instruction that the party was over for us.
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 If I just followed through that day we wouldn’t be here right now. The final seal would have already been dead. Since that one had to be activated last, the plans for the seals being broken would have been void. Lucifer wouldn’t be out. Hell, my dad might even still be alive. The last one was clearly wishful thinking, but still, the apocalypse wouldn’t be going ahead right now. Instead, my life and everyone else’s were staked on some backwoods Kansas boys. How the mighty have truly fallen.
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artcalledtattoo · 2 years ago
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TanGent
Write sign, I’m pissed off on a corner street but used as unwise
Well no pimp nor prostitute dependent on an opinion I could be a slut
Christmas Eve I want to clock out at scheduled time & leave
5:30am from night before 7pm
10.5 hours
My supervisor told me I have permission to leave at 6am
@48 I feel compelled after my clock out time you in the wind, need MY permission
Shall I play for month @ clock out and just fucking leave at scheduled new face
Lets do this
It’s my tangent
Ran into a tan gent a he named me Bubba
“What’s up Bubba” from a soured mouth look towards eating self, shall I embarrass you now with my known of a conversation in a parking lot, I don’t answer his call out!
A minute later he was rubbing his hands in black grease and complaining while he was the toucher my laughter came afterwards, chuckling like a rooster
My words “Shouldn’t have called me Bubba” as a walked off
No comments
And I didn’t leave until what I wanted done
You duster to own me after 5:30am
Ohhhhhb
You think you do
Shall we implement my plan
Or tangent and go on
Crush some more of new management I can, I need some nicotine for a continuation bare with me and I peed too
(Nah really imagining all those faces in the bottom of bowl or is it bowels, even i can be ignorant, I’m human, while pissing out)
A urination
A urination
Opps irrigation my sterile piss entering the realms of drainage and defamation within the human species add defecation, am I really just hosing urine on shit?
Tangent
Primitive pretty male walkers
?working?
Oh yeaaaaaaa!
Hound dog with dust in
I’m 48
Yea breath heavy my skin was just snorted
I have one name, showtime highlights named I’ve stepped into the house took a picture of the gravestones in the back yard
Wtf
Headstones maybe Dead bodies in a tourist attraction I never asked the money takers to prove it!!!
What you think, you’re wise!
Hooah!
I’ve said it all different way eft ight eft ight
I’m no poser poster
Whoooah
Woah
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Symbol for Prunt
Not adding a hi def clarity meaning
It’s all to UP above
Or rather down in posts of mine below
Shut my mouth yea for real read re-read below you have not read doubled
Did you just pronounce third as first
Comment below I can give guidance
Even on Christmas Eve
Privately too
You can learn a lot of things!
I’ll straighten you strengthen you for a better understanding, look below
I’ve only been doing not trying
! i, see the first lesson?
Privately or comment below
Make a fake profile don’t tell your wife, don’t tell your husband
You’ve never heard of Tumblr!
Exclamation
Fuck ups, greatness, mediocre, ahead of & in between’s, hi lo, of this LIFE or rather from my experience when has the sparkle of Mark disappeared
Back in my teen days a *#}{ explicit from hear- a butchy mom(.gay woman heteroman w/ two ugly kids) ; taught a new word, could speak about the man, who does it concern)
MarkleSparkle
And I heard it upon an arrival into the center, we were all made fun of, it’s not a dry earth we have our mixtures of humors it’s a very muddy place and spits
I just went out like that
I just went out like that
I just went out like that
Like a flight or is it power all in a wintery
Whatwoodyoucallit?
Standing Sitting Still
Just asking ausking a King or Queen or The Who rather e-there I-their a-other in their weak husbandwife folks playing games for thee another in the name of rich and profits gathering of bonus and such on backs of low caste humans
Read as you can!
Btw it’s Christmas Eve
Just now punching that in
What you think on things?
I only ask?
I conclude my Tangent
It’s Eve and sipping beer also!
;)
Merry Christmas think safety first and whatever in your travels, travel thread tread the read of past others
Your postpone in life
Think of it as saving your life
Interrupter in traffic, let it be fine
That other asshole ahead forgot the light
Read
Something
Stop just looking and watching!
A Difference
All in my continued, what
Say two, no not two but together
I knew you would need help
I wasn’t Coney hitting below a belt
I remember
Loaf of BREAD A Container of MLK
& a stick of BUTTER
Inference
Make. A Difference
In a Tangent
Merry Christmas
I really flabbergasted
Caauunt wait ;) til New Years Eve
A year is not really over till then
Right my friends
Let me end with us lyrical wind as I sit maintain a movie in my head or news and thinking about above too and I roll along sometimes even through science tripping evening
Moms Safe & Sound
Not attitude, people all around I parked far away from entrance had to walk, listen as I breathe,
You made it back safe and sound
You weren’t gone long
Last tangent, I can sleep or stay awake
I won’t last to Christmas
It don’t really matter I’ll stay into evening awake
Oops week later same Tangent I wasn’t going to post
Née Years Eve can’t clock out at clock out
It’s business not personal your time means nothing fucted by managerial masters
Your upper lives designed around us by us
But nothing for us
Not even last two year holidays
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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago
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Day 127: Fake Dating
"It's just annoying," Draco continued as he and Harry packed up for the night. "Literally every single party or brunch, I am hounded about when I'll start dating someone." He slammed his desk drawer closed, "I'm a bloody auror! I haven't got time to date anyone," he groaned. "And now I have this party tonight and I just know-"
"I'll go with you," Harry offered.
He broke off and stared at the other man. "What?"
"Yeah," Harry said with a shrug, "I'll go and be your pretend boyfriend, it would be easy to fake that we're dating since we already know everything about each other."
"But," he started, tilting his head at the other man, "Then people will think we're dating."
"I thought that was the point?"
He stared at Harry, waiting for it to click. When no click was forthcoming he said "but then people would think you're dating me."
"Am I missing something here?"
He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you quite understand what dating me entails."
"Ah, need to be pampered, darling? Wined and dined? Roses on Tuesday and dinner on Friday nights? I could bring you coffee in the morning-"
"I- What?" Draco spluttered. "No! No. Merlin, that's not what I'm saying, although, yes if we're being honest I want to be absolutely doted upon," he added.
"Obviously."
"Wait," he said, shaking his head to clear it, "You're missing the fucking point."
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"Sorry," Harry said, smirking at him and not looking sorry at all, "What's the point?"
"The point," Draco said, poking him in the chest, "Is that dating me is not a pleasant experience."
"Oh come on," Harry teased, "You're not that bad."
"I am a fucking delight," he replied, exasperated, "I am saying that the press will make your life hell."
"Ah," he said, nodding, "I have no idea what dealing with the press is like."
"The press has been kind to you for at least the past decade because of the whole saving the world nonsense," Draco replied as he opened the door and held it open for Harry.
"Except for the lurid months after I came out and all sorts of lies were spread about me," Harry replied wryly.
He shook his head and headed toward the floos, "Even those were mostly flattering," he added with a lewd glance.
Harry laughed, "Whatever. My point," he said, poking him in the shoulder, "is that I'm not afraid of the press." He bumped his shoulder against Draco's, "Come on. What have you got to lose?"
"Fine," he huffed but his stomach was silently doing back flips while his heart did a complicated tap routine in his chest. "Meet me at the Screaming Goblin at 7:00pm sharp." He stepped toward the floo and turned, "Don't dress like a homeless person," he added before stepping into the floo.
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Harry did not dress like a homeless person. In fact it was quite the opposite.
Harry looked fucking hot.
He was wearing tight dark-wash jeans and a lightweight jumper that hugged his body, making his strong, broad shoulders look even broader and his trim waist even narrowed. He'd done his hair, putting enough product in his curls to make them look artfully tousled and not a mess. And he'd arrived before Draco but instead of waiting, he'd gone in and bought Draco's friends a round and was sitting and yammering away at them.
As Draco approached, Harry turned his head and gave him a wide grin, "Hey, babe," he said, standing up and pulling out Draco's chair for him.
"Hi," he said weakly.
Harry pressed a kiss to his temple and a thrill shot through Draco's body as his brain went pleasantly fuzzy.
And thank Merlin for Harry because Draco hardly answered a question all night, hardly even heard a question all night because he was too busy focusing on the way it felt to have Harry's fingers trailing through the hair at the base of his skull. Harry talked and laughed with Draco's friends like they'd all been friends for ages as he sat with his arm resting on the back of Draco's chair.
When it was time to go, Harry helped Draco into his coat and bid all of the former Slytherins goodbye as he wrapped his arm through Draco's.
The bar wasn't far from Draco's but still Harry murmured, "Can I walk you?"
And Draco found himself charmed into saying yes.
Harry hummed, quiet now that all of Draco's friends were gone, but he still kept his arm looped through Draco's as they walked. When they arrived at Draco's front door Harry asked, "Everything alright?"
Draco's eyes snapped to his and he nodded, "I just can't believe how well they took to you."
He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and grinned up at Draco from the bottom step, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Well, I can be very charming, what can I say?"
"It's a little strange-" Draco started but Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth and every word that Draco knew disappeared.
"Don't overthink it," he said with a wink. Then he turned and started off down the sidewalk calling, "See you tomorrow," over his shoulder.
Draco was half way to bed before he realized that there was no one watching when Harry kissed him on his door step.
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They spent the next two weeks fake dating and it was the best dating experience Draco had ever had. Harry was sweet and doting, just like Draco had said he wanted and Draco enjoyed that thoroughly.
But what he hadn't expected enjoying as much as he did was being good to Harry in return. While Draco loved to be praised and brought little treats, Harry loved to be touched. He melted when Draco ran his fingers through his hair; when Draco held his hand, he got a huge dopey grin on his face that took hours to disappear; and even a casual touch, fingers trailing over the small of his back when Draco walked by, made his lips twitch up as he leaned into the touch.
Draco was quickly, and disconcertingly, becoming addicted to those smiles.
Smiles were in short supply that day, though. The case they'd worked had been tough. Harry was scowling at the folder splayed out in front of him, his jaw clenched as he filled in paperwork.
"Hey," Draco murmured as he slipped behind him and slowly rubbed Harry's shoulders.
Harry dropped his quill and leaned back into the touch, "Hey," he murmured, closing his eyes.
"Alright?" Draco asked.
He nodded, "I just hate the ones with kids."
"They're going to be alright, though," he said.
"Yeah," he agreed, "But it just brings up bad memories." He shook his head and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Want to get out of here?"
"What did you have in mind?" he asked as he combed his fingers through Harry's soft curls.
Harry tipped his head back to look up at Draco, "this is nice," he said softly. "Want to go back to mine and I'll make you dinner? Then I'll lay with my head on your lap and you can stroke my hair?" he asked wistfully and Draco's heart stuttered in his chest.
"That sounds an awful lot like dating."
"Yeah," Harry affirmed.
"But there's no one there-"
Harry pulled away, breaking Draco's contact with him, "You're right," he said, nodding as he stood up and started shoving files into his bag. "Forget it."
"Harry-"
"No, it's fine," he said, giving him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You're right. I'm just," he shrugged helplessly. "Forget it," he repeated as he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.
"But-" Draco started before realizing it was useless because Harry was gone. He packed up his things and headed home, this was what he should have been worried about; pretending to be dating had been a terrible idea.
When he got home he flooed Pansy and told her everything. "And now I don't know what to do," he finished, imaging Harry at home all alone make dinner.
"You're such an idiot," Pansy groaned.
"Excuse me?"
She rolled her eyes. "You do know that we all knew you thought it was fake, don't you."
"What?"
"We all knew. Potter told us that first night when we met up for drinks," she said.
He frowned, "Why? Why would he say that? And why haven't you said anything?"
"Because he asked us not to. He said he was really into you, or whatever," she said flippantly, "And that he thought he could win you over by showing you how great dating him could be. He begged us to play along."
He stared at her, mouth open, "He feels the same?" he breathed.
"Yeah," she said. "Obviously."
"I've got to go," he said, abruptly ending the call so he could floo to Harry's flat.
He stumbled out of the floo and immediately called for the other man, "Harry!" he shouted, heading toward the kitchen. "Harry!"
The other man's head appeared outside of the kitchen doorway, "Draco?" he asked as though he couldn't believe his ears.
Draco took one look at him and then closed the gap between them in three steps before wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.
Harry dropped whatever he'd been holding and it shattered at their feet but Draco didn't care because he was kissing Harry Potter and that was all that mattered at the moment. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss and Harry met him with the same.
"Me too," he gasped when he pulled back.
"What?" Harry asked, looking a bit dazed and Draco could hardly blame him.
"I'm into you too," he said. "Or whatever you said to Pansy that first night."
"I told them I was in love with you," he confessed. "You still want to own that?"
He nodded and threw himself at Harry again, kissing him and wrapping his arms tight around his neck.
The next time they parted Harry asked hopefully, "So, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"How about I stay forever?" he asked, grinning wide at the other man.
He nodded, "Even better."
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Am I the Asshole for wanting to die?
So for context, I (F17) am a honor student and many of my classmates look up to me for being “smart and kind.” I suppose there is some truth to that, I help some with their homework and one of my writing pieces were good enough to be in a contest. Another thing you must know is I am apart of an anonymous music group. We chat together on Nightcord and we’ve found ourselves much success. The creator(F16), who we’ll call K, Amia(NB16), and Enanan (F17). They are all great people that have their talents. Now on with the story.
What people don’t know is that I’ve always been controlled by the ideals of my parents. The most memorable instance of this is when I said I wanted to be a nurse and insisted on being a doctor instead. They went with that and started claiming I wanted to be a doctor and how good it was for me. They didn’t focus on me, I always changed for what they wanted. They wanted a good daughter with perfect grades and a kind heart, they got one but at the expense of me. I realized that I had nothing. No personality, no interests, and no true friends. The people around me only saw the good girl.
I saw a strange file that was untitled. I clicked on it out of curiosity and I appeared in another world called “sekai.” I met with a girl with grey hair named Miku (F16). The Sekai was the place of my feelings, she claimed. There was supposed to be a song to find myself. I found the silence and the lack of interruption absolutely perfect. It was there I really started to collapse. I made songs about my feelings in hope of finding my true self, of course without my group. The solo songs I made were uploaded on a separate channel and it quickly gained popularity. My group members started talking about it and they talked about how “empty” and depressing it was. I continued making songs for that channel. But no matter how many songs I made, I couldn’t find it. I had rays of hope but it felt it was just useless. Things in my school life suddenly was such a pain. It was harder to fake a smile in front of everyone. My mom was hounding me about school and the future. I ended up cutting off my music group. I went into the Sekai every day for about a week just making songs that might help me find my real self.
Until somehow my music group found themselves in my Sekai. I could recognize them from their voices, it was actually my first time seeing them face to face. They said they were concerned and wanted me to go back. But I didn’t want to, in truth I joined the group because K’s music made me feel the desire to find myself. I joined her and searched for it but it was all for nothing. The only person that will help me is myself. I was not emotionally stable at the moment and said things with complete honesty. I said that we all wanted to die for some reason or another. It was harsh but true, we wouldn’t be making that music if we were happy. They tried to argue all sorts of things but i got Miku to send them away. Miku was concerned for me the whole time. She watched me without saying anything, even if I was sobbing while composing my music, she watched. I know she wanted to help.
I still maintained my life but everything started to ache. There was at a point in time where I completely accepted that I wouldn’t find myself. I still think it’s true but I was given hope, as much as it hurts. K and Amia appeared in my Sekai to help me. They tried to sympathize with me but I already accepted that I lost myself and will never see myself again. K had a song that would save me but in that moment I was completely hopeless and refused. Enanan yelled at me saying I have talented and should live for people that don’t have talent, which honestly doesn’t matter to me. Then Amia said they felt the same way. I was getting sick of them and got angry. K told me she would keep creating music even if it hurts her. She wanted to help me find myself. I asked her why and she told me it was her ego. Her fucking ego. Oddly enough, I accepted it. I wanted K to save me with her music.
Miku said i finally found my true feeling. My feeling turned into a song. And, it turns out. All I wanted was someone to save me. I’m still recovering and finding myself. But Enanan is still somewhat upset because of me. All the stuff I said was insensitive, so am I the asshole?
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