#so I guess it makes sence though

[dyslexic-mess]

Was anyone else a Percy Jackson kid but you are now a Luke Castellen adult??

Like, 10 y/o me was DOWN BAD for Percy, but rereading it as a young adult, I'm like, THAT IS MY SON. My child. My bean.

Also luke KINDA-

[rinasunny]

The Lavatory scene in Red Eye's final shooting script and the movie

One of my previous posts was about how much the first script draft of Red Eye differed from the final product. The draft discussed in this post is more or less final. This draft has all the changes made after Rachel and Cillian were cast as leads and after the test screenings. But there are still some features which didn't make the cut into the final product. I'm not gonna analyse the whole script here, but shippers' favorite scene - the lavatory scene. Yeah, you can always rely on this scene to bring some juicy stuff.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Okay let's start from the moment Lisa enters the bathroom alone.

Frankly speaking, for now, I prefer the movie version. Especially the line "Okay, get up" instead of "Oh my God..." Wes Craven said in the DVD commentary about this moment:

This was tricky, between making her totally collapse, but not have her totally pathetic. And she very quickly gets herself under control.

Next, there is an interesting description of Rippner:

Also, the message on the mirror was meant to be revealed slightly earlier, but whatever.

I'm not sure about Rippner's lines here, because half of it is barely audible in the film. Also quite ironic that the underlined part is not in the movie at all.

Okay, now really important stuff starts kicking in. Rippner practically spills out the fact that he is ATTRACTED to Lisa right at her face. The script makes it clear, that she now knows this and tries to use his attraction (and his regret) to persuade him to give up on Keefe assassination plan. Funny enough, she almost succeeds until he notices her scar. Personally, I think "You're beautiful..." line (and hair brushing) should have stayed in the final cut. Not only for the sake of the ship, but for the fact that without it Lisa's "You don't have to do this" sounds really naive.

Some of you may argue that this is all relevant for the movie, they just made it more subtle. Well, Movie-Lisa's best guess that Movie-Rippner might be attracted to her is the way Cillian looks at Rachel. On one hand many people point out that they do have chemistry and sexual tension, on the other the movie on its own leaves watchers to wonder whether the characters had any romantic feelings towards each other or not. And I probably stumbled upon a comment on YouTube, which interpreted the "You don't have to do this" line more as "You're so pretty, why do you have to be evil?" (or something along these lines)

Also I think that clarification would make Lisa a more nuanced character (by the fact that she tries to manipulate a villain into giving up on his villainy).

Also, as you may have noticed, the scar was meant to be on her neck, makes sence, given her backstory (He held a knife to my throat). I guess they moved it down just so Rippner wouldn't notice it earlier (though the script also mentions, that Lisa was meant to wear a sweater). I, personally, on the back of my horny mind, think he wasn't looking for scar when he gazed on her breast ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

A little note: Script-Lisa looks away saying "No" while Rachel looks straight into his eyes, but starts trembling instead.

By the way, Rippner wasn't meant to slam and choke her just yet.

I guess he just let her out to wipe out the messege. Here Lisa gives up on conving him.

Only after he finished wiping he starts to choke her. Also, pay CLOSE ATTENTION on what Rippner's lips do here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Yep, he almost kisses her.

I guess the changes movie made here were for the sake of pacing.

Another important difference: Rippner fixes both their outlooks to be more presentable. Lisa protests a bit.

I guess the movie crew decided they don't need to fix their look that much.

Also, I prefer the movie's "Peachy" instead of just "Good", though both lines are in the movie lol.

On the final note, I guess "Thanks for the quickie" line makes a bit more sence given we have Rippner's crawling lips there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

So, these were the differences of the lavatory scene between the script and the movie. Hope you had as much shipping excitement as I did.

P.S: The link to the script. If you're a fan I strongly suggest to download it, it may easily become a lost media, like an earlier draft.

[lustfulslxt]

ok, here's an idea. so tk that one song that blew up on tiktok like a year ago (escapism by RAYE) anyways, what about a reader who js broke up w her bf and is doing the things in the song (in the back of the taxi sniffing coke) and for the lyrics that are like "24 hrs since my ex did dead it, I got a new man on me it's abt to get sweaty" but like Chris is the new man on her?? idk if it makes sence, and u don't have to if u don't want, js think it'd be cool!!

Escapism - Chris Sturniolo

warnings : mentions of alcohol, drug use, smut

a/n : i did change it up a bit, so i hope you don’t mind!!

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“I found someone else.”

His voice keeps replaying over and over in my head, on a twisted loop, tearing my heart to shreds. It was so sudden and unexpected. To say I was prepared would be a lie. I should’ve seen the signs, but I was just so blind to it all.

I knew he loved me, but I guess I also knew deep down inside that he wasn’t ready. He kept telling me everything I wanted to hear. It was music to my ears to hear that someone cared for me so much, but a voice within kept whispering that he wasn’t ready to fill those big shoes. I need a man that is ready to fully commit to a future with me- no hesitation, no doubt. Even though I knew he was good to me in every way possible, he just couldn’t give me everything I needed and wanted. I knew it. I just didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to keep living a fairytale in hopes that one day he would be sure about what we had. I figured the longer I waited for him to change, eventually he would become who I needed him to be. I didn’t want to have to start over.

It hurts. I’m sitting here overthinking, a million and one questions running through my head. Unable to sleep, creating different scenarios, while making a mental list of regrets, but I can’t keep blaming myself for someone else’s inability to provide the type of love I deserve. Tonight is just like any other night, difficult as hell, but I’ll do what I’ve always done. I’ll get over it, I’ll get through it. I’ll be fine.

I’m going to push this all out of my mind. I don’t want to just sit and dwell on what could’ve been or the wasted time, I want to feel free and have fun. So, I’m going to go out and do me. I don’t need a man that isn’t fully in it, and until I find one that is, I’m going to do as I please.

Just last night, I was torn up, completely devastated. Now, I’m heading out the door to go get drunk. My uber is parked right outside, waiting for me. Confirming it’s actually my ride, I slip in the back.

“Good evening.” The woman speaks from the front.

“Hello.” I breathe, eager to feel something other than the terrible aching in my chest.

“Having fun tonight I see.” She grins, looking at my destination on her maps.

“Yes ma’am. Need to get out and get my mind off things.” I admit, shrugging to myself.

“So long as you’re safe.”

I only smile and nod at her in the rear view mirror, turning my head to watch the scenery go by. Doing my best to not let my mind wander to the night before, I close my eyes and hum along to the radio. Already consumed by the music, I grin to myself, letting the lyrics take over and dictate my night.

It doesn’t take long before we pull up to the bar, I’m tipping the driver and making my way out as she wishes me fun. From the outside, it doesn’t look to be too busy, which I’m thankful for. I can hear the chatter and the mellow music outside the front entrance, welcoming me inside.

I walk inside, the atmosphere already calming my slight nerves. I can tell I’m going to enjoy myself. I head up to the bar, taking an empty seat at the island, and wait for the bartender to finish up with a few customers at the end. It only takes a couple of minutes before he’s heading over to me with a smile on his face.

“Hey, what can I get for you tonight?” He asks, laying the towel in his hand on the counter.

“I don’t care what, but something strong, please.” I reply, sliding him my card. “Actually, could you start me a tab?”

He nods, “Sure thing.”

He walks away for a moment, punching into his little register. He slips my card back to me and starts making my drink. I watch as he basically fills it to the brim of some kind of dark liquor. He steps back over, sliding me the small glass with a slight smirk. I take it and down the entirety of it, cringing at the burning sensation.

“Keep them coming, please.” I speak, lifting my head and letting the alcohol do its thing.

Shots on shots, I’m now very intoxicated. I’ve never done anything like this, getting fucked up at a bar by myself, but I have to say, it’s not bad. Anything to rid myself of my sorrows. The liquor is coursing through my veins, making my body hot. I can hear the music booming in my ears, though it’s not even that loud. I don’t feel the aching in my chest anymore, and my thoughts aren’t consumed with regrets and self doubt. I feel good.

It’s been two hours since I got to the bar, I’ve had countless of shots and I know I can’t take anymore. I’m going to have a terrible hangover when I get up in the morning. I slide the empty cup in front of me, grabbing my bag and waving the bartender down.

“You can go ahead and close my tab out. I am fucked.” I slurred, shaking my head with a faint smile.

“You got it. Do you need me to order you an uber?” He questions, his brows furrowed with concern.

“Thank you for the offer, but mine’s already waiting outside.” I smile, waving my phone in my hand.

“Alright, take care.”

I give him a salute, drunken giggles pouring out of my mouth. Turning on my heel, I make my way to the front door. Upon exiting the building, the cool wind blows through my hair, and I’m inhaling a breath of fresh air. My eyes scan the street in front of me, in search of my uber driver. A few cars down, I see the car waiting. Attempting to be quick, I stupidly speed walk, causing myself to trip a few times. Luckily, I still hold my ground and don’t completely eat shit. I reach the back door, swiftly pulling it open and sliding in.

“Uh, what’s up?” A male voice speaks, startling me.

Startling me, because he’s also sitting in the backseat. I furrow my eyebrows at him and look around, noticing the car is filled with smoke and the aroma of weed. Then I return my gaze to him, taking in his appearance as he’s cladded in black. He’s got a black t-shirt underneath a black zip up hoodie, black sweats, black air forces, and a black hat sitting backwards on his head.

“I didn’t realize I booked a share ride.” I stammer, confusion plastered over my face.

“You didn’t.” He chuckled, “This isn’t your uber.”

“Swear down? It definitely is, I wouldn’t get in a random car.” I point out, slightly stumbling over my words.

He continues laughing, and that’s when I noticed the blunt in his hand, the cherry red and smoking.

“I’m 100% sure that it’s not, ma. Here, look.” He says, showing me his phone.

It’s displayed on the screen, the type of car and his uber driver, which is definitely this one. I shake my head in confusion, pulling my phone out to show him. Only once I unlock my phone, I notice that I hadn’t fully ordered the ride. My face heats up, and I would be utterly humiliated if I weren’t drunk right now.

“Guess I had one too many.” I mumble, a smile evidently taking over my lips. “Sorry.”

“No worries. We can share.” He shrugs, indicating it’s no big deal.

I raise my eyebrows in question, but he only leans forward to the driver, asking, “Would you mind dropping her off wherever she needs to go? I’ll pay for it.”

“You don’t need to pay-“ He cuts me off with a wave of his hand, continuing his conversation with the driver.

Seconds later, he sits back with a triumphant smile on his face. He sends me a thumbs up, bringing the blunt to his lips and inhaling it, the cherry burning brighter. After puffing on it a couple of times, he extends it out to me, offering me a hit. I don’t know what came over me, but I gladly accept it, bringing it to my lips and sucking it in.

“What’s your name?” He asks, observing me intently.

“Y/N.” I answer, blowing the smoke out and passing him the blunt. “You?”

He takes it with a small smirk, replying, “Chris.”

I nod, leaning forward to give the driver my address, which he types into his maps. I look back at Chris to see he’s already looking at me with a cheeky grin, which causes me to giggle.

“What?” I ask, a large smile adorning my face.

He shakes his head, “Nothing. Just wondering why you’re as fucked up as you are when you’re by yourself.”

“I am not fucked up.” I state, defensively.

“You got into my uber, thinking it was yours, but you never even booked one.” He points out, chuckling at my predicament.

“Fair.” I laugh, ultimately shrugging, “I got dumped, and I decided to get my mind off of it. What better way to do that than getting shit faced?”

“Fair.” He repeats me, laughing. “You don’t have any friends to go out with?”

I shake my head, my lip softly curling up, “Not really.”

“I won’t pry.” He tosses his hands up in defense, before taking another drag from his blunt.

“Do you think he’d be cool to stop at a gas station or something?” I whisper to Chris, suddenly wanting to drink again.

“Yeah, surely.” He agrees with furrowed eyebrows.

He leans up and begins conversing with the driver. I can’t help but let my mind wander again. I’m drunk, in the back of a car with a stranger, and somehow my thoughts still run back to my ex boyfriend. What is actually wrong with me?

“Yo, you good?” Chris’ voice snaps me from my thoughts.

“Hm? Oh yeah, could use another bottle or something.” I shrug in response.

“We’re about to stop at 7/11. I can get you one if you need.” He says.

I immediately shake my head, “No, no. You already offered to pay for my ride, that’s more than enough.”

“It’s no problem.” He casually replies, reaching his blunt back out in my direction.

A smile reaches my lips once again as I take it from him, puffing on it and letting the smoke fill my lungs. I can’t help but notice the way he intently watches me, his bottom lip snug between his teeth. He’s actually very attractive.

We continue talking and joking around, passing time before we pull up to the store. I step out, prancing towards the door, Chris joining me. I spin around, looking at him with a cheeky smile, almost tripping in the process. Chris reaches out and catches my arm, laughter pouring out of both of our mouths.

“Take it easy, mama.” He chuckles, tossing an arm around my shoulder.

I playfully push him away, both of us staggering apart from each other, breathless from our heavy laughter. We get to the door and he leans over me, pulling it open for me, him following in suit. I’m instantly heading to the coolers while Chris heads to the snack aisle. As I’m browsing through the alcohol, I see Chris’ reflection in the glass doors, his arms full of a bunch of junk food.

I turn around with a huge smile, “That’s a lot of snacks.”

He smiled back, shuffling on his feet, “Yeah. I was actually going to ask you if you would maybe want to come to my hotel and hangout?”

It doesn’t even take me a second before I’m nodding, “Sounds like fun.”

“Great. What are we drinking?” He asks, directing our attention back to the coolers.

I open the door, grabbing a random mini six pack of beer. I hold it up to him and he shrugs, neither of us caring. I head to another cooler, looking for something to drink aside from the alcohol. I decide on just a two liter of pepsi. We make our way to the register, piling our things on the counter.

“ID, please.” The man behind the counter says, his voice monotone and bored.

I can’t help the giggles emitting from my mouth, pulling my card out and showing him. He scans all of our things and I swipe my debit card, much to Chris’ dismay. Retrieving our bags, we’re out the door and in the uber again.

“Change of plans, just the hotel.” Chris tells the driver. “Sorry for all the confusion.”

“No worries.” He responds, pulling out of the parking lot.

It takes us around ten minutes to get Chris’ hotel, and in that time, we’ve already grown closer in our intoxicated states. We’ve both gotten extremely touchy, but not even in a sexual way, though I wouldn’t mind. Chris puts our bags of snacks and drinks in his backpack, then we get out of the car. Chris tips the driver, before he places his hand on my back, walking me into the hotel.

We head to the elevator and I’m already pulling a beer out of his bag. I pop the cap off and place it in my pocket, taking a swig as we wait for the elevator to get to the main floor. Chris looks at me and chuckles, grabbing the bottle from my hand and drinking it himself. The doors open and we enter it, him taking another drink as he presses the button to level five, the brown liquor pouring into his mouth so smoothly.

“You’re so hot.” I drunkenly say, bursting into laughter at my slip.

“Yeah, but look at you.” He smirks, nodding at me as he looks me up and down. “You look like you taste good.”

My jaw goes slack, the atmosphere growing more tense. Quickly recovering, I shrug, “Only one way to find out.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He flashes his pearly white teeth at me, his hand finding its way to my back again, pulling me into him.

His face is swiftly leaning in, his lips meeting mine in seconds. The kiss is soft but hungry, like we’ve been yearning for each other all night. Maybe we have. His hand on my back pulls me even closer, our bodies pressing together, his hand holding the beer bottle out as to not spill in on me. His tongue swipes in between my lips, asking for entrance as one of my hands rests on his chest, the other going around his neck. Just as he shoves his tongue in my mouth, the elevator dings and the doors open, revealing an elderly couple. We quickly pull away and they look at us with wide eyes, Chris and I just chuckling as we exit, making room for them. We look back at them, then back at each other, laughing once more.

As soon as Chris unlocks the door, he’s pulling me in and pinning me to the wall, kicking the door shut with his foot. His lips meet mine in a feverish kiss, his tongue immediately slipping into my mouth. I can’t help but moan at the feeling, enjoying the way he seems so desperate for me. He leans to the side and places the bottle on the table, slipping his bag off his shoulders as well. His hands meet my hips, pulling me into him, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He quickly shakes off his jacket, his lips never leaving mine.

He then swiftly lifts me up, hooking my legs around his waist, walking me to the bed. He sets me down, pulling his shirt over his head as I do the same, leaving me topless. He grins at the sight of my bare breasts, his hands immediately groping them, eliciting low moans from me. We both kick off our shoes before he lays me back, hovering above me.

“You’re so pretty, mama.” He breathlessly whispers against my lips.

I let out soft whimpers as his lips trail down my neck, leaving hot kisses the lower he went. He hands massage my waist, squeezing ever so slightly. My hands move back and forth from his hair to his bare chest, feeling all over him and keeping him flush against me. His skin is so hot against mine and I can’t get enough of it.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He asks, pausing to look me in the eyes.

I frantically nod, no doubt or hesitation whatsoever. His hands tug on my pants, swiftly pulling them down and tossing them aside. He kisses up from my feet to my thighs, leaving warm lines of saliva in his wake. I can feel my legs shaking a little bit, anticipating what’s to come. His nose brushes against the fabric of my panties, and I can feel his hot breath against my core, making me whimper.

“Please.” I whine, my fingers latching onto his hair.

“What do you need, mama?” He asks, flattening his tongue against the wet patch on my center.

I can’t help but moan and buck my hips, desperate for more, “Please, I need you. I don’t care, just you.”

Just like that, my underwear is lying beside my pants and Chris has my legs over his shoulders. He blows cool hair onto my dripping pussy, the feeling causing shivers to travel up my spine. Without another word, his tongue is plunging into my folds, eliciting a loud moan from me. His mouth moves vigorously against me, licking and sucking every inch.

“Fuck, I knew you would taste good.” He hums into me, “I could devour you all day everyday, never get tired of it.”

All I can muster are lewd moans, my body jerking as he suddenly thrusts two fingers into my entrance. His tongue laps my clit, flicking side to side over it, his fingers stroking me and curling so perfectly inside. My legs visibly tremble, clamping around his head as I feel myself being brought to the edge. With another few pumps of his fingers, and the rapid shake of his head side to side, his tongue pressed firmly against my clit the entire time, my back arches off the bed as I let go, reaching my climax with a loud cry emitting from my mouth.

“So pretty, mama. Such a good girl, letting me taste you.” He praises, licking up every drop.

He lifts himself up, coming back above me. He places his fingers at my mouth, tapping lightly on my lips, so I take them in my mouth, sucking my essence from him. He moans at the sight, immediately replacing his fingers with his tongue, the taste of me remaining behind as we kissed.

“Take your pants off.” I say, breathless from the feverish kissing.

“Are you sure?” He questions, to which I nod, and he pulls them off, along with his boxers.

The sight of his dick has my mouth watering; it’s long, girthy, and rock hard. His tip is bright red, throbbing in need as it drips precum. I wrap my hand around it, pumping up and down a few times, before pushing him onto his back and straddling him. His eyes widen at the sudden change, but nonetheless, his hands meet my thighs and he begins stroking them back and forth. His erection is now pressed between my legs, poking into my heat. I slowly grind down on it, lubricating him with my juices, pulling low moans from both of us.

“Fuck.” He groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “Just wanna be inside of you, mama.”

Granting his wish, I lift up, positioning him at my entrance. As I begin sliding down, his hands interlock with mine, squeezing them as I take his whole length. My jaw goes slack, taking in the feeling of him inside me. I feel him shudder beneath me, thrusting up a bit, snapping me back into it. Our hands rest beside his shoulders, still intertwined, and I slowly begin bouncing. Leaning down, I bring my lips to his, capturing them in a heated kiss. The speed of my motion increases, his hips now thrusting upwards to meet mine, hitting just the right spots.

“You feel so good around my cock. So tight, so warm and wet.” Chris moans, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

The room is hot, our bodies sweaty and sticking together. The smell of sex fills the air, the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, along with the wetness at our centers, echoing off the walls. The bed rocks back and forth, though not too loud. His dick continued digging into me, my walls wrapping around him so snugly, my arousal being the perfect lubrication.

His upward thrusts pick up, his hands now on my hips, holding me in place as he drills into me. My face falls into his shoulder, my teeth biting at the skin, preventing myself from screaming at the overwhelming sensation. His hands find my ass, gripping and spreading my cheeks, helping me rock into him so perfectly. It takes but only a second for me to tumble over the edge, loud moans falling from my mouth as I clench around him. I feel the hot wetness pouring out of me, soaking his dick and balls. My nails dig into his chest, attempting to help release the built up pressure inside of me.

“Damn, mama.” He groans, guttural moans escaping his throat. “Look so good when you cum, baby.”

I bring my lips back to his, kissing him with everything in me as his thrusts grow sloppy, indicating he’s close to finishing. I tighten around him once more, giving him that extra push, and his hips sputter, abdomen flexing as he lets go, shooting his load into me. I continue riding him for a minute, helping him through his orgasm, before slowly pulling off and whining at the loss of being filled up by him. I collapse down next to him, my head lying on his shoulder, his head on mine. We both struggle to catch our breath, our bodies slick with sweat, both of us heaving from exhaustion.

“I’m glad your boyfriend dumped you.” His voice croaks out, slightly hoarse.

I can’t help the chuckle that leaves my lips as I pat his chest, “You and me both. He could never fuck me as good as you just did.”

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a/n : okay, sorry, i actually hate this :((( i feel i drifted from the request but i didn’t know how to bring it back without rewriting it and i just didn’t have it in me. so sorry, i hope you still enjoy it! <3

[magekrove]

Coming from a beginner artist, do you have any tips because your art is freaking delicious?? Also

1) I know that there will be a struggle process in the beginning. How'd you overcome it and discover your art style?

2) omg I so suck at anatomy and everything like what is your secret magic spell.

3) can I eat your art

Hi! I'm not sure I'm qualified enough to give advice, but there are some tips that are actual for me and may be useful to you. 1) You level up fast when you are a beginner, so focus on what you achive during this time, your progress will be your greatest motivation to continue. Studying is not the same way for all the artists, but I used to watch other artists' work (with different styles) and tried copying their colors and techniques on my own works. When I watch my old works, I can see, whose art I used to make my own, even if it is not the exact copy. And when you use multiple different works for study, some things will stay and some will not. So i guess your style will often be not what you intend to develop, but things that are the most comfortable and relatable to you, and it is not a constant. I myself often change the way I draw a little depending on my mood! I hope it makes sence. 2) Well, I often make mistakes still. Truly, in every work. I often notice them when i post the work, though I won`t always try to fix it. However, the key to knowledge how to fix it is a) learning to split a figure into simple forms (cubes, cylinders, spheres etc) b) again watching, examining photos or your own reflection (you can place a mirror at your working place). Do not be afraid to experiment, go from a fast and sketchy silhouette to the detailed body, and if you struggle with something, use a 3d model or your own photo to grasp what you miss.

3) haha well if you really want to, thanks!

[isabel3710]

ok so after floyd quits his solo career what outside forces has been stopping him for 8 years to find his brothers? did he get locked into a contract for some talentless twins? also i was curious about floyd's tattoo and what disability he's got or was there just some accident maybe that's why he stopped his solo career?

ok so i was wondering does poppy have a stage name or nickname? like queen of pop sensation : {stage name} or was it just gonna be poppy? i guess would make sence i could see branch being very precautious about her identity. wanting to keep her safe and all that.

Floyd's full backstory really deserves it's own post, but basically the person behind his solo career wasn't... A great guy, to say the least. He (among other things) forced Floyd to stop talking to Branch. Also, I made a typo in Floyd's post, his solo career went until he was 21, not 19. Don't worry, I went back and fixed it.

Floyd's tattoo is of a branch and is meant to represent... Well, Branch. They use a crutch because of an accident that happened when he was around 17.

I thought about making Poppy's full name something like Penelope and Poppy being a nickname/stage name but I decided against it. She does use a different last name on stage though.

Frankly, if it were up to Branch he would have her use a stage name but at this point it's too late. So sometimes he'll use her middle name on reservations or just put them under his own.

[aerkames-artbook]

Do you have a favorite character from LMK? Or a favorite sence or episode?

Believe it or not, it was The Mayor at first. But not for the reason you think it is.

You see, I love Transformers, I love anything mecha/roboty, and Transformers Prime is a show I've loved for years now. The thing is, the voice actor for Starscream is the same voice actor as The Mayor. I thought it was so funny and cursed I had to see it for myself. (I can't un-hear Starscream when The Mayor talks)

I only decided to watch Lego Monkie Kid out of curiosity even though I thought about not watching it when it first came out (don't judge please, I thought LMK was going to be some hyper-active kid's show, boy was I wrong-)

ANYWAYS, The Mayor was quickly replaced with Monkey King as my new favorite character once I gave the show a chance (though it took a whole season for me to like him). I guess it's because I like how silly they wrote him, but they also gave him very big flaws with communication, something I can relate to. Most of the other characters are a bit too hyper for me though. Macaque would be a second favorite because the show decided to break some revenge tropes and actually make him a likable antagonist with some depth, unlike what a lot of shows do.

Mei I didn't like at first, but after a few episodes she really reminded me of my friend who I haven't seen in years now. Sure, we still talk over the phone, but it's not the same. I'm not a hyper person, but my friend is the only one to bring the hyper and silliness out of me. Mei acts just like her and it's kind of nice to see.

MK is another character I ended up liking as well because the show once again, avoided tropes. He's a really good character as a protagonist and the show works out his flaws so well.

As for a favorite episode? I'm not really sure, I'll have to rewatch everything again.

[tower-girl-anon]

Mercury in signs: how do you sing

Hello again!! I came back with a short but funny post about Mercury and how we sign according to the sign it falls in.

As always, enjoy it, take it with a grain of salt since this is just based on my intuition, don't copy this post without giving the proper credits to the owner, and hope it resonates with you.

Mercury in Aries: for those who have this planet in the warrior sign of Aries, you sing with... passion. There is no other way to describe it. You put a 100% of effort and energy when you sing that sometimes you can't stay still. It's almost as if your life depended on it. You must move, jump, or do something in general. Seriously though', anybody hearing you sing in a stadium during a game or concert will feel scared due to the level of energy, sometimes even aggression, that you show in your voice.

Mercury in Taurus: the voices of these natives are harmonious in general, very pleasing to listen to, and very femenine. They are not as loud as the prior sign, and it's not common for them to miss a tone in a song. That's because Venus, the planet of love, is the ruler of Taurus, and they love when everything is in an harmonious tune. Also, it is possible that they prefer to keep their singing ability in private rather than sharing it with others.

Mercury in Gemini: you guys sing...whatever you like and whenever you feel like it. You guys know a lot about many songs and singers. Most probably than not, you're one of the best people when it comes about memorizing the lyrics of the songs. Truly, even if you sing good or bad, or if you sing ballads or rock (depending in the situation/mood that you are in), you just know the song and no one can compete with you when it comes about memorizing the lyrics.

Mercury in Cancer: you guys sing... with emotion. You put your heart into the singing no matter if it sounds good or bad. Depending on the type of song, letter or melody, your mood could change so greatly that, if it's a sad song for example, you will cry your eyes out. Even if you've never experienced something similar to the described situation/emotion in the song, it will still resonate due to your emphatic nature.

Mercury in Leo: you sing...with power. You have a powerful voice that may resemble, in force, the roar of a lion. Your singing voice don't get unnoticed by others, somehow it affects others, no matter if it's in a good way or a bad one, and, also, there is a chance that you may become very popular in the industry due to this ability or due to the passion, charm, energy, or optimism showed during this act. No matter if you sign good or bad, your voice don't go unnoticed.

Mercury in Virgo: you sing... with a lot of technique if that makes sence. Let me explain. For one side, I don't feel like most of those who have this sign sings. At least, not spontaneously. Most of you sing with plenty of conscience about the techniques needed for this such as vocalization, breathing, expansion of diaphragm, etc. Even if you don't know it, you try to give the effort required to sing the song and reach all the notes without failing. If you sing bad...I guess you prefer it to do it quietly. In private.

Mercury in Libra: you sing...smoothly and harmoniously. The voice of those who have this planet under the loving sign of Libra possess a beautiful voice. Maybe not as loud or as fast as other sign like Leo or Aries, but you don't mind about that. Certainly you focus more on reaching the correct notes or respecting the whole rithm of the song, and you do it. Sometimes even without you having to put a lot of effort.

Mercury in Scorpio: you guys sing...intensely. You guys have a powerful voice that can influence over other people's emotions or, due the profound way you sing in which the darker and most intimate part of yourself is almost, if not completely, free in the song, it may become adictive to some people since it seems as if you were able to reach their inner, darker, and unknown part of themselves. Maybe singing is an activity that tranforms you or others somehow.

Mercury in Sagittarius: you guys sing...at your own pace. Those of you who have this don't mind about what type of music you are listening to since you tend to know a lot about different types of music from, maybe, all around the world. Your voice could be loud due to the influence of Jupiter as ruler of this sign and, no matter if you are good or bad at it, as long as you enjoy doing it, then the critics won't mind. You can sing at any place and any time. School, the bus, the shower...it doesn´t matter.

Mercury in Capricorn: you guys sing...shyly and with a critic ear. You guys don't share your singin voice often. You do it in private or, at the very least, if there is public, when there are others doing it too so your singin can go unnoticed. Please don't worry, your voice is as nice as everyone elses and the ammount of effort you put while singing, practicing, and reaching the notes correctly is something to be praised, not criticised.

Mercury in Aquarius: you people sing... with a unique tune! For those who have this aspect, your voice while singing could have a particular way of intoning, and may enjoy showing or sharing your talent with friends. Even if you don't sing at all, there is still some enjoyment when it comes to sing with friends. In those cases, you don't mind changing the tune, the letter, or even the sound of the song. Perphaps, by doing so, you will make it sound better.

Mercury in Pisces: you people sing... dreamingly. There is some sort of smoothing energy sorrounding your voice. Its like as if the sounds or melody expresed through your singing voice resembles some kind of otherworldly or mystical sound. You can sing almost about everything and with passion since Pisces brings an emphatic energy. Most probably than not, many people gets surprised by the sounds you project. Or, maybe, they didn't know that you sing in the first place.

That's all I have for you today. There is still some aspects to consider when it comes about voices such as the third house, it's ruler, the aspects of other planets to the ruler, etc. Still, I hope you still enjoyed it, and I send you, as always, lot's of love and light.

Tower Girl Anon

[shipmistress9]

Drunk on You - A 'Made to Order' Story

Apparently, I forgot to post this one here, oops. 😅

Summary:

“There’s something I’d like to ask of you. If you don’t mind. You can absolutely say no. I want to celebrate tonight. With you. I want to get drunk. Not entirely sloshed but a bit more than just pleasantly fuddled. And then…” She bites her lower lip before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Then I want you to take me home. To your place. To spend the night entangled in you. I want to forget everything, what happened, the past, even my own name, at least for this one night. Can you help me with that?” Violet and Xaden spend the night after the wedding together, and there's a lot of pent-up longing to work through. -- This story takes place directly after the end of the main story. I recommend reading the precious parts of the series before this one, but I guess it's not strictly neccessary.

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AN: On we go! This part takes place directly after the main story, during the night of the wedding. But even though it doesn't fit chronologically, I still think reading this one after 'Fool me once' makes more sence than the other way around.

At the beginning here, it switches between paragraphs that are happening 'now' and flashbacks of a scene that happened earleir that night which are written in italics. I hope it's not too confusing.

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Her lips are everything. So soft and sweet. I never want to stop kissing her again.

After returning from the fancy bar, I hand Violet the colourful cocktail, and her answering smile takes my breath away. Like everything about her.

Her little gasps, the way she constantly seems to hunger for more. More kisses, more touching, more closeness. I couldn’t resist her even if I tried.

“Before I start to get drunk today…” she says, chuckling and with a pretty blush on her cheeks. “There’s something I’d like to ask of you. If you don’t mind. You can absolutely say no.”

My hands glide over her dress, skin-tight and barely there, leaving none of her lush curves to my imagination. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.

“I want to celebrate tonight. With you. I want to get drunk. Not entirely sloshed but a bit more than just pleasantly fuddled.”

Fuck, how many times have I forbidden myself to even think about these curves, let alone ever feeling them beneath my hands, how they give and push with every touch.

“And then…” She bites her lower lip before leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Then I want you to take me home. To your place. To spend the night entangled in you.”

She’s practically sitting on my lap by now, her sweet ass rubbing against me, and I fucking need her, more than I ever needed anything else.

“I want to forget everything, what happened, the past, even my own name, at least for this one night. Can you help me with that?”

The taxi drives around a corner, pushing her further against me, but it hardly makes a difference. Not with how I’m already holding her so tight against me, how she presses in even further, our arms wrapped around each other. And not with how our mouths slant together over and over, teeth nipping at lips. In one moment, my tongue is in her mouth, tasting and exploring her, her mewling like music, and in the next, she flicks the tip of her tongue against the roof of my mouth, licking along my teeth, sucking on my tongue. I want to live forever like this, with my mouth attached to hers. It’s everything.

I barely notice how the taxi stops and the driver taps against the window. Violet does something with her phone—and I’m amazed she still has the presence to find the right app—then there’s a beep and a few seconds later, we’re out on the dark street in front of my shop. How we made it out without ending the kiss, I don’t even know.

All I know is that I can hold her more comfortably now, leaning against the side entrance to my home, with her cooped up in my arms. She nibbles on my lower lip and with a light giggle sucks on it just as her hand moves between us to rub against my bulge.

“Violet!” I groan as I press into her touch. I don’t even care who might see us out here, I just want more.

“Fuck,” she mewls, her knees almost giving out beneath her, and I hold her even tighter. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

I gasp at the breathy needy tone of her voice. Irresistible. “Violet,” I groan again, letting all my desire for her leak into my voice just to let her know how much I need her.

“Yes. Xaden!” She rubs against me more firmly, and I grind into her touch in return, unable to hold back. Gods, I might come right here and now if she doesn’t stop.

Grimacing, I try to regain some control. Not that that would be the end of this night, not with the effect she has on me. But it’s not how I want it, not what she deserves.

“Let’s get inside,” I grunt, and Violet eagerly nods where she’s nibbling at the side of my neck.

Somehow, I fish out my keys from my pocket and even manage to open the door. We slip inside and make it through the corridor and towards the stairs without taking our mouths off each other or knocking anything over. Though I think Violet’s purse lands somewhere on the ground. But drunk on desire—and a few more drinks than I’d planned—climbing the steps together is difficult, too slow. And when Violet stumbles in front of me and I catch her just in time, my hands on her waist and thigh, I couldn’t care less about the stairs anymore.

My mouth is back on hers for real in an instant as I lift her up and press her against the wall. She tries to wrap her legs around me, but the stupid ugly bridesmaid dress doesn’t leave her enough room to move. So I grab a hold of the fabric at the top of the mid-thigh high cut and tear. The sound or fabric ripping has us both in a fit of laughter, but at least she’s free to move now, the cut reaching all the way up to her waist and the dress falling open around her legs.

She’s wearing a lovely tiny slip in black, lace and silk from the looks of it. And all I want is to bury my nose in it, to lick her wetness through the fabric. I… want to pull it off her with my teeth, want to see it carelessly lying on the floor of my room. I want… want…

“Violet…” I groan and press closer against her. Still not close enough, never close enough.

“Come here,” she gasps and winds her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair as she pulls me back to her mouth. I oblige happily, dizziness and heat singing in my veins. Fuck, I want her, need her, now, forever, always.

With her bare legs now wrapped around me, I roll my hips against her, and I feel how hot and slick she is, even through my own clothes. Groaning, I grind into her harder, drawing a beautiful string of moans from her throat, tasting them on my tongue.

Her head falls back against the wall and I kiss my way down her neck. “Xaden!” she gasps and her fingers tighten in my hair, keeping my mouth in place, and I memorise the spot as highly sensitive. I kiss it, nibble and lick before sucking on it. I want to leave a mark on her.

Violet moans, loudly, but then presses a hand over her mouth. “S-sorry,” she mutters, weirdly concerned all of a sudden.

Kissing my way back up and along each of her fingers, I pry her hand away again. “I don’t mind you being loud,” I groan against her skin, my thoughts hazy with her scent, her taste. “In fact, I love hearing you. Please never hold back for me.” How could anyone not want to hear her?

She lets out a strange little hiccup-y noise before bending her head and giving me access to her neck again. I take the invitation, greedily diving back in to work on that spot that has her making such beautiful noises.

This time, Violet doesn’t hold back, with my name somewhere in-between her moans, and my hold on her tightens when she rolls her hips to meet mine with increasing speed. Fuck this is so hot, I never want this to end, never what this night to be over. Want her to stay.

Violet’s moans turn breathy, a few shallow and sharp gasps. Then she grows tight, her fist tearing at my hair, but I don’t even feel the pain, too caught up in everything, in her.

“Fuck! Xaden!” she howls, quaking in my arms, and I watch in awe as she falls apart.

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

My hips keep moving, thrusting against her in reflex, my mouth still on her neck until her orgasm is over, my ears ringing from her scream. There’s a grin on my lips, laughter bubbling up from deep within my chest.

“Did you… just come?” I gasp between euphoric chuckling and kissing up her neck, her jaw, her cheek.

Violet’s giggling, too, only slowly drifting down from her height. “Seems like it.” Humming, she leans into my kisses until her lips meet mine again. We’re both too dizzy and distracted for a real kiss, but the contact is still nice. “Guess I needed that.”

Something in her tone shifts into sadness, but I can’t have that. She asked me to make her forget about the past, and I won’t fail her.

“Have to say,” I mutter, mainly to stir her away from any gloomy thoughts. “This was the fastest I ever made a woman come.” I’m not sure that was the right thing to say. There’s no filter anymore, and my mouth is just doing what it wants. But at least the words make Violet laugh again.

“Or maybe the slowest if we count the two months of foreplay,” she teases.

I shake my head, more laughter filling the narrow staircases. Gods, I want to stay like this forever. With her in my arms, our mouths so close, kissing and laughing. I want to live in this moment, here, never want it to end.

Wait…

I do live here… don’t I?

Which means…

…Fuck!

“Shhhhh,” I whisper through the giggling , both her and mine. “Shhhhhhhhh, quiet! Or we’ll wake Liam.”

“Oh, shit!” Violet claps one hand over her mouth again yet so different this time, barely muffling her ragged breathing and chuckling.

I probably should care more about the fact that it’s most likely too late to hide her presence here from Liam, at least until the morning. But I’m just too happy, too dizzy, too aroused to mind. Instead, I press my lips back to hers, muffling both our noises that way, and kiss her again, deep and ardent, my tongue thoroughly exploring her.

But we really should get off the stairs and behind some closed doors. Regretfully, I let go of her ass, her thighs, let her glide down until her feet hit the ground again. I think she lost her shoes somewhere, but I don’t even remember when.

Still giggling and grinning like an idiot, I tug her along. Up the stairs and into the spacious living area Liam and I share, then to the left, to the door that leads to my bedroom.

I meant to slow down a bit, to maybe talk or at the very least get rid of these uncomfortable clothes. But the moment the door closes behind us, she pulls me back against her, my mouth back to hers, and every thought that isn’t about her—about how I can make her moan and gasp like that again, about how she feels and taste and smells, about all the things I want to do—slips from my mind in an instant. Especially when her hands get busy unbuttoning my shirt. My jacket is already gone, probably in the same place her shoes went. Possibly. Hopefully. I have no fucking clue.

I let her do what she wants, too distracted for anything outside this moment, gasping against her lips when her fingers touch my bare skin. She doesn’t waste any time, her hands roaming across my chest, my sides, gliding over inked skin, and my muscles tremble beneath her touch. Gods, I want her so fucking much.

As if she’s reading my thoughts, she deepens the kiss, her head angling just so, her tongue in my mouth robbing me of even the last shreds of my control. Her hands on my skin are all that keeps me grounded, the sweet taste of her lips. The room spins around us and the world could crumble away, I wouldn’t care.

Too drunk for any coherent thoughts—on the alcohol, desire, and everything that is her—I follow her example, my hands moving along her body, feeling her soft curves beneath my hands. But it’s not enough, I want her skin and the stupid dress is still in the way. A thought flickers through my hazy mind, about how I should have spotted how to take it off earlier. But then, it’s ruined already, right? To Malek’s balls with it.

My hands grab a hold on either side of the V-neck and before I even register what I’m doing, the dress is torn open all the way down to her belly button. Violet lets out a surprised little noise but otherwise doesn’t react except for shifting her shoulders so the tattered remains slide off her completely.

I don’t want to stop kissing her but I also can’t not take a look at her now that she’s almost naked in my bedroom. By Amari’s tits, I still can’t believe this is real. If it isn’t, I never want to wake up.

Gasping for air, I let my eyes glide down her body, taking her in. Aside from that teasing little slip, she only wore some strapless bra-thing beneath the dress, and even as I’m still gazing at her, Violet reaches behind her and unhooks it, letting it land on the floor along with the dress.

My mind grows even hazier at the sight of her breasts. Fucking perfect. They’re not the biggest I’ve seen—or played with, for that matter. But for her smaller frame, they’re disproportionately big, so inviting. Plush and pale and round, perky as if daring me closer, her rosy peaks impossible to resist.

With my eyes transfixed on her pearly skin, I graze my knuckles along the underside of her left breast, then up along the side, around and inwards. Violet trembles beneath my touch, her eyes fluttering shut, and when I brush against her nipple, a high-pitched keening sound slips off her lips and she arches into my hand. And I fucking lose it.

“I want to taste you,” I groan as I sink to my knees in front of her. The words slip off my tongue before I think about them, but they’re the truth, I realise. I want her, need her, want to lose myself in her, want to feel her fall apart around me. I want it all. But right now, most of all, I want to taste her skin, her sweat, want to explore that sweet dampness between her thighs, beckoning me. I want to worship her, show her what I can do for her. Gods, I can’t even think.

My mouth is on her skin before she can reply. I cover her breasts in openmouthed kisses, slowly, basking in being so close to her, her lovely floral scent. Transfixed, I watch the skin around her peaks pebble up as my breath brushes over them before—finally—flicking my tongue against her nipples and close my lips around one. And I can only hope that her moan and the way her fingers card through my hair to pull herself closer to me means she wants this, too.

I switch sides when she trembles against me, one arm wrapped around her, holding her, the other hand playing further with her breast. Violet moans my name, loud and needy, and the sound goes straight to my cock, making pre leak from my tip. But not yet…

A little regretfully, I let go of her gorgeous tits and let my mouth wander further down, towards my real goal. But while our height difference worked in my favour in putting my head level with her chest, it’s becoming more of a hindrance now. So instead of bending down uncomfortably without reaching her anyway, I pull back. Violet mewls in protest, but I quickly lean up to quench her protest with a kiss.

“Let’s get more comfortable on the bed,” I groan against her lips. My hazy desire hates the distance moving puts between us, but I quiet it down by quickly taking off my shoes and socks, stripping off these stupid trousers, and letting my shirt drop to the floor on top of them.

As I turn my attention back to the bed, Violet is already sitting in the middle of the spacious mattress, watching me with hungry eyes. “Come here,” she purrs, beckoning me with her finger, and who am I to resist her? I crawl onto the bed until I’m above her, pushing her down into the covers as she pulls me into another kiss. Fuck, this is everything. Her lithe body beneath me, small but strong, her nipples rubbing against my chest, her legs parting to let me settle between them. I could lose myself in her so easily, in this, just our bodies grinding together, our tongues wrapped around each other.

But the warm dampness between her thighs is still calling to me, and while my cock is aching to be inside her by now… I want to eat her out more.

With a groan, I pull my lips away from hers and kiss my way down her body again. Along her jaw, nibbling at her ear, down her neck, reminding myself not to spend too much time between her tits again. Her hands are back in my hair, her moans and gasps filling my room with the most lovely sounds. I kiss a trail of damp kisses down her ribs and abdomen until I reach the lacy hem of her slip. Trailing more kisses along the edge of the fabric, I enjoy how she shudders, how her muscles move and how she shifts to get me closer.

And her scent. I can’t think anymore, only act on instinct, running my nose over the fabric before my lips follow, gliding across the soft silk. But before I can do more, her fingers tighten and pull me back up. A little breathless, I look up at her, questioningly, into her dazed eyes.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” she whispers, her eyes wide.

I lick my lips to buy some time, recomposing myself. “Do you want me to stop?” This is it. If she doesn’t want me to eat her out I won’t do it. But… fuck, I hope it’s something else.

Violet’s eyes grow even wider if possible, desire and something else I can’t really name warring within them. Doubt, maybe? Then she shakes her head, though, the motion hesitant and small but true nonetheless.

A grin spreads across my face. “Good,” I hum. “Because I really want to fuck you with my tongue right now.”

. o O o .

I take a sip from my coffee—one sugar and a drop of milk, just how I like it—and let out a deep sigh. After getting entirely too little sleep last night—and the weeks before as well if I’m being honest, though for different reasons—this is exactly what I need. The coffee is strong and rich and just plain amazing.

How is it possible that even the coffee tastes better here?

With my hands wrapped around the warm mug, I lean back against the cushioned bench and let my gaze wander through the room. It’s big, far bigger than I would have expected in an older building like this.

There’s the kitchen with the cosy breakfast corner where I’m sitting. It’s modern with a simple elegance yet not as clinically-cold as others in this style. Maybe because it’s obvious how this kitchen actually gets used, with a dust of freshly ground coffee powder around the coffee machine, a set of drying cutlery, a glass, and a plate sitting by the sink. It’s not just some statement to show off but the beating heart of the house, as it should be.

Next comes a dining table large enough to hold ten people, maybe even more, with an interesting mixture of different chairs around them that makes me grin. One would never see something other than perfectly matched furniture in the places I was used to when I grew up, all matching some ‘well-thought-out’ theme that leads through the entire apartment. Such a contrast to here, where everything just effortlessly fits in—because there is no theme.

Behind the table and chairs comes a comfortable-looking landscape of various couches, cushioned seats, and even sitting bags in various sizes, all loosely grouped around a TV that takes up more than half of the wall space and a low table with clear signs of thorough use.

And even though the area is huge, it doesn’t give me that sense of being small and lost. Probably due to the little details to discover everywhere. Sideboards and shelves and bookcases line the walls, the decorations on them not following any theme I can recognise except maybe them all being souvenirs of some sort or other. And pictures. So many pictures on the walls of so many people. I’m not close enough to take a look, but aside from Xaden and Liam, it seems like it’s always different people. I can’t wait to hear the stories behind them all.

And… I’m going to hear them. Rhiannon told me to have some fun. To flirt and maybe hook up so I could forget about Dain. But what developed over these last two months between Xaden and me… it’s something different. Something real. I didn’t need to hear the words Xaden gasped after that first kiss yesterday to know. Even though hearing them, for the first time in my life, meant more to me than he could ever know. And this last night…

My teeth dug into my lower lip, and as I gaze unseeingly at the table before me, I relive all those intense moments. Xaden’s mouth on my skin, kissing me everywhere. As if worshipping every broken little part of my body and soul. His tongue laving at my slip until the fabric was entirely soaked with a mix of his saliva and my wetness, the wonderful teasing friction of it. Him pulling that last bit of fabric off me with his teeth. And then his mouth down there, doing things I didn’t even know where possible.

A shiver runs down my spine as I remember how he ‘fucked me with his tongue’ as he called it, and what an accurate description that was. It felt like nothing I ever experienced before, debauched and intense, yet at the same time so sweet I could have cried.

After that first orgasm—or was it the second? There was that hazy moment on the stairs, wasn’t it?—my memories grew more muddy, from the alcohol and the blissful desire alike. I remember Xaden crawling on top of me again, kissing me deeply, and the kick it gave me to taste myself on his lips. How my hand wandered down between us, beneath the waistband of his underwear, and the most beautiful sound, Xaden’s needy groan, as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Xaden finally being naked too, and feeling all of him pressing against my body.

There was a brief conversation, him asking me whether this was really okay, what I wanted. I don’t think either of us was sober enough to meaningfully consent anymore, but it was what I wanted, even long before I drank the first sip yesterday. But him asking anyway was sweet.

I remember struggling with condoms for a moment; I brought a few but couldn’t remember where I left my purse, but Xaden had some, too, thankfully. And I remember asking him to be gentle as it’s been a while for me. Eight months, to be precise, and that was—

No, I don’t want to think about that, about Dain, not ever again.

Instead, I think again about how devastatingly perfect Xaden felt inside me, addictive almost. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that, of him. How we slowly rocked against each other, kissing, moaning, moving faster, chasing that edge while also dragging it out. How he lifted my legs higher, over his arms, how that new angle hit that perfect spot and made me lose it.

After that, my memories grow even hazier still. There are glimpses and impressions, of him kneeling behind me and me screaming into his pillows. And of me sitting on top of him, riding him slowly and getting even more drunk, on the feeling of his cock moving inside me and on the desire burning in his eyes alike. Of the lazy sleepy morning sex we had less than an hour ago.

Gods, I loved every moment of it.

Even now, I am acutely aware of the sound of running water coming from his bathroom, of him being naked beneath the shower, and I’m contemplating joining him for yet another round. It’s so tempting, even with how sore my body already feels. I just can’t get enough.

But I’ll be good. Patient. There will be other times, maybe later today or maybe on another day. Because there will be other days.

A smile spreads across my face, and despite my thoughts from only seconds ago, it has nothing to do with sex but everything to do with him. After two months of dating without dating, of just getting to know each other on this weird twisted level, intimately learning private details within the frame of professionalism, we’re now free to… to do whatever we want. I can’t wait.

For a few more minutes, I sit there, drinking my coffee and following my random thoughts, until the water stops and not much later, Xaden emerges from the bathroom. He’s only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair still glistening with drops of water, and letting out an appreciative hum, I shamelessly look him over, the miles and miles of warm tawny skin, most of it covered in ink.

There are the whorls of black on his left arm, looking almost like creeping shadows, and what’s made to look like his skin got torn off in big parts on the right arm, revealing navy blue dragon scales beneath. His chest is covered by an artistic rendering of a sword, so beautiful. And then there’s a whole dragon on his back, its wings reaching from shoulder to shoulder, and all around it countless lines of… I’m not entirely sure. They look like writing, but the letters were too small for me to see them clearly in the dim light last night. I’ll probably wait until he tells me about those, too.

“See something you like?” Xaden smirks, leaning over the corner of the table to kiss me.

I hum against his lips, marvelling about the simplicity of this moment. How natural it feels. “Maybe?” I tease, my hand splayed against his muscled abdomen.

“Good.” His eyes gleam in a way that tells me he wouldn’t be against another round, either. “Because, same.” His gaze drops down to where I’m wearing one of his shirts—and only that. My clothes from last night are entirely unusable, after all. Thankfully, his shirt is so big on me. Honestly, I’ve worn dresses that covered less of my legs than this shirt.

I squirm beneath his gaze, only moments away from dragging him back to his bed—or maybe just down on top of me on this bench—when I hear the footsteps and rustling of clothes.

“Morning Violet,” comes Liam’s sleep-heavy voice from the other side of the large room. Then a wide grin spreads across his face. “So it really was your voice I heard last night. Good to see you here again.”

[nervouslywaitingforlife]

Last minute (rambles) thoughts before book 7 chapter 5 releases.

== Cards ==

This time we didn't have a cad to go with this chapter which is interesting. We had one for ch 4 with General Lilia (I remember that day well) and for ch 3 with Cerberus Gear Ortho. Which were there for reasons, Ortho for being the last one awake in NRC in ch 3 and Lilia for being the main character of ch 4. So I find it interesting that there's no cards this time around. Maybe the plots of ch 5 is going to be a bit more messy.

Thought I am guessing (hoping) that Silver gets a SSR by the end of Book 7. This is a hope though.

== Banner ==

On the banner this time there are two characters, Silver and Sebek. The characters on the banner are kinda important.

For ch 3, this is just after malleus' sends everyone asleep. And the banner has Malleus and Silver on it. This makes sense as Silve is the main character for a good portion of this Ch and we also learn his UM here. Also for Malleus and we finally understand what a impact his UM caused.

For ch 4, this one has General Lilia, Silver and Sebek. Which makes sence as this chapter is all about General Lilia and some Briar Valley lore.

For ch 5 it just has Silver and Sebek, which is a bit weird. No baul or Lilia. No other characters. No Idia or Ortho. Just what's going on...

Another thing to consider is emotions, mainly the emotions they display. For ch 3 Malleus looks happy with himself and Silver looks angry, For ch 4 Lilia has a mask on so we can't see his face but Silver and Sebek look ready to fight.

But in Ch 5 Silver looks to be in thought while Sebek looks angry. This could mean that in this chapter it will focus on them and deciphering the dream they're in.

Though another thought is that they're separated from Lilia's dream, probably by Malleus and, are sent either into thier own dreams or someone else's dream like Idia's.

This chapter could be an in between chapter, from Lilia's dream to what ever is next in the story.

(I would look into the background of the banner but (to my knowledge) it just shows where the characters were last.

Speaking of Lilia's dream...

== Lilia's Dream ==

Lilia's dream hold a lot to the lore of twst, especially for Briar Valley, we all had a lot thrown at us last chapter like:

- Silver Owls

- Knight of Dawn

- Malleus' Egg existing for a while

- Malleus' Mother and Father

And it will probably take another chapter to understand all of that and all the reveals that come with it (though some will probably be held onto for a while longer maybe.)

Something that I do find interesting that I don't believe anyone has mentioned (I may be wrong) but Lilia's acting weird in his dream. I'm Idias dream he has some memory of what happened ind NRC (Not fully but still), but with Lilia he is a different person.

Lilia is smart and is a changed man from his war crime days so why did he just go strait to a general who doesn't recognise Silver? I'd this is the same Lilia that we know he would recognise his boy instantly and try to help but he doesn't.

That has always stricked me as odd with Ch 4... Although it's a dream so Lilia shouldn't forget his memories, did Malleus make him forget Silver?

== Dreams ==

The entirety of NRC is sleeping and we're just going to explore Lilia's dream? Hopefully not.

This is again more of a hope than a theory, but I can see some other characters dreams being explored maybe in this chapter or next chapter. Especially the housewardens, we've seen Idias dream briefly but what about Leona or Riddle. Leona would probably dream about being king or possibly being liked by people and castle staff while Riddle would probably dream about his mother being kind or Heartslabyul doing good / behaving.

Again this is more of a hope though I would love to see this happen.

Though what of the world outside of dreams?

== Ortho and the awake world ==

So in the background of all of the general Lilia stuff, Ortho, his parents and Malleus' grandmother and all trying to put a stop to Malleus' overblot.

But we haven't seen them since Ch 3, so how are they? What is Malleus doing to stop them? Maybe they'll appear in this chapter.

== Unknown UM ==

There's still a good few unknown UM, these being the UM for...

- Ace

- Ortho

- Lilia

- Sebek

== Ongoing questions ==

And for this chapter, I'm gonna put some money on the table and say that at least one person's UM's will be revealed. Who? Well I would put my bets on Sebek personally. I don't have any hard evidence it's just a vibe really.

Questions from either earlier in this book or relevent to this chapter (possibly):

- Silver's lineage and crown pendant

- Crowley. Just everything about him

- Malleus' family

- Malleus' grandmother in particular

Anyway at the end of the day I feel like this :)

== ==

And that's it for my TWST talk.

Can't wait to see what happens tomorrow, please keep us posted!

[a-vivid-dreamer]

Hiiii!!! So, after spoiling myself by watching some of the cutscenes for the new 2.2 update, I would like to ask these questions to you:

1. Were there any moments that both Qingyan and Ashim almost killed their respective hosts?

2. Will Yanqing, Misha, Qingyan and Ashim will all assist in fighting the bosses in the AU? Like Sam/Firefly, the Memory Zone meme boss, Aventurine, the new past present enternal show trio boss and the new Harmonious choir boss?

3. How would Yanqing, Misha, Qingyan and Ashim react to Firefly's "Death"? And if they were in that one sence where Sam revealed to be Firefly herself, what would their reaction be?

4. After Firefly's "death", how will the 4 comfort the Trailblazer after thinking they loss her?

5. I really like the fact that Yanqing/Qingyan's strand of hair literally moves according to their mood, I wonder if the Trailblazer and other few people (besides Ashim) would tease the two for that. 😂

6. This question is not really for the Mirror Image AU, however, do actually play Honkai: Star Rail? If so, who do you main? How many 5 stars do you have and who are they? I currently main Kafka and I have 13 in total so far. And also I have both Misha and Yanqing and I made specifically a team just for the two called " The Icey sillies" 😋

Again, I hope it's not too much of a bother for you to answer it all.

You’re good!

1. Qingyan, yes. Ahsim, nope.

2. There will definitely be involvement with the Memory Zone Meme and the final boss of the story at the least. Tho details of the circumstances won’t be shared for now.

3. & 4. They were not there to witness Firefly’s “death” and were not present for her reveals either.

5. I guess it depends, haha. Jing Yuan and Gallagher have definitely made some comments. Trailblazer probably the type to say some things too.

6. I’ve been playing HSR since its launch. And I guess I technically main Luocha? Though, he’s just an amazing healer and I can’t leave him out of my teams, haha. His auto healing and stuff spoils me. Kinda hard to determine unit maining when everyone is important and I switch characters around depending on whoever is my current powerful character for clearing the normal content (atm it’s Acheron focused since her technique makes life so much easier).

At the moment I own twenty 5*s (counting Trailblazer). They’re:

MC: Trailblazer

Standard: Yanqing, Gepard, Himeko, Bailu, Welt, Clara, Bronya

Limited: Topaz, Acheron, Blackswan, Sparkle, Ratio, Huohuo, Dan Heng IL, Jingliu, Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Kafka

[ashleytherpgnarrator]

@bird-less asked me to do a leshylamb story!

I'm not good with Emotional things so here! Have a little fluffy interaction! Can be seen as platonic or romantic!

Greenthumb

Lambert,can keep things alive to say the least. Sure they HAVE slipped up a few times, forgeting to feed a follower or feeding them something they were alergic to/REALY shouldn't be eaten, having to revive them, but they had gotten better at it! Honestly? They considered themselves a good caregiver being a god of death that can baisicly kill anything with a point of their finger. Though after reviving the bishops and making them join their cult, some of them (cough cough narrinder cough) have been destroying resourses for the solid reason of annoyence and haterd towards them. Though, Lambert had automaticly presumed that, being a plant, Leshy the former god of life and bearer of the green crown, would be good at gardening! Ya know? Being a plant and all that! So, they decided to pay the (still a little grumpy) ex-bishop a visit! Well, technechley they did that. But...

"Please! I am BEGGING you! I realy NEED to fix this!"

Now, Leshy isn't a cruel god. He's in fact a quite mercyfull one compared to some of his siblings, but when a lamb that is genuenly nice lamb that won't be upset if he messes with him a little is asking? He WON'T hesitate to turn the interaction into a joke for his own entertainment! And he had to admit, seeing, well, sencing the lamb on there knees begging him to help re-grow the farm narrinder destroyed is realy fun!

"Oh so since I WAS the god of death and AM a plant, you think I'm a good gardener?!" He says in fake offense "do you have any idea how wierd it is for me to take care of uncouncious little versions of myself?! I can't even see!"

Lambert...isn't dumb. That's for certin. But he DID NOT take Leshy for a prankster. "Oh...erm...I-I did not mean to offend you...! I'm sorry!"

"Sigh...I guess since you asked NICELY...I'll try" ofcourse he won't disappoint his new friend! But it IS fun to mess with them! Their reaction is hillarious! And they look cute when Leshy messes with'em! Can you blame him?!

"Yay! Thanks Leshy! You're the best!" Lambert says happily taking their friend's hand, leading them to the farm. Leshy might not have godly powers anymore...but having a good friend, or more, Lambert on their side? He condiders it...worth it.

[itgomyway]

Hi sweety! I've just read this https://www.tumblr.com/itgomyway/730190673012260864/i-saw-your-response-to-that-one-anon-asking-about?source=share, and I'm still lost cause actually what the anon here referes to is exactly what I was pondering... Ok, deal, we get thay a fly in imagination is equal to a fly in so called 'reality' but I think that this anon refers exactly the same as I : since both are real, how you bring something from the subjective consciousness to the objective consciousness so the 'ego' can actually perceive it phisically? I KNOW it sounds very loa, but is kind of confusing...

Look the other day, we run out of watter in house 'cause the provider cut it for a while, it happends often, mostly when it happends is normal to stay 6 to 7 hours until the change of turn where the next group of workers remembers to give us watter again, so I thought then 'I don't wanna wait 'till 1pm to be able to go to the bathroom or make use of water, so i sat in my living and imagined the sound of the watter runing again in the kitchen, I did it for about 15 minutes. Nothing happened. Then I went to the bathroom, did my things, and still no watter so I figured out some water from somewhere else to wash my hands and bla bla bla... but thought again, WE have to do our things, We NEED water to cook and finish the day as it should, we need it, not just us but our neighbourgs too, so I stayed there, closed my eyes and imagined again the watter running this time in the bathroom, I've probably done this about 3', as at the same time was thinking 'this isn't working, if this time also doesn't work I better leave it. Probably I'm crazy' BUT guess what? The minute I thought it the watter started to flow again... Is like counsciousness has a good sence of humor, like black humor or 'it' decides when things will manifest as one wants...

For example right now I NEED to get out the place I'm currently living, move away with my pets, and I do the same process but nothing happends! Things get worse here and I'm tired. It's been a while that I'm on it so It should work aswell here too. But nothing happends...

Well, my ask was how we bring things to objective consciousness?? if u can enlight me with this I would thankyou for ever! Thankyou beforehand🙏🏻💖 your posts are awesome

BTW Sorry for my english, is not my mother tonge but I'm working on strenghten it😌

your english is fine and thank you for your words :)

there is no subjective to objective you are still seeing a separation. you just replaced “physical reality” and “imaginary” with “subjective” and “objective”. neither of these things exist nor do they matter. as consciousness you are everything and you dont have to do anything. if youre currently very attached to identifying as the ego then its no doubt its hard for you to grasp. and that’s okay. personally i don’t see a problem with you attempting to use loa to manifest your problems away, i do it whenever my ego wont stop bothering me but ill never look to non dualism for a solution as the ego because it doesn’t understand its not real in the first place. you were doing a technique to turn your water on, aka manifesting. you deemed it as a process and the moment YOU were aware of the actual water turning on, not the method making the water turn on, it turned on. even though you consciously used loa, it is still non dualism because thé instant you were aware was the instant it existed. hope this makes sense! good luck on your journey :)

[jazzpostsstuff]

Chapter: AXL Development Documents, Initial Story Concept PART 2

Once I got the basic outline of "where the story begins and ends", I decided to set up the rules in an attempt to make the concept itself closer to a reality. The initial idea was to make Chapter: AXL into a side-story mode that Inti Creates could've included into a rerelease of the MMZ saga and the rules went as follows:

Axl doesn't drastically change Zero's story (it stays mostly the same and the outcome/personal conflicts remain the same);

Axl's existence doesn't give Zero new stages to beat;

Axl's gameplay has to work well with Zero series' philosophy;

Axl's story has to be the same length or shorter than Zero's;

Chapter: AXL has to not contain too much of the new visual assets for the sake of 'cutting cost';

Chapter: AXL has to not contain too much of new characters for the reasons mentioned in Point 5;

Chapter: AXL has to feel and play like a game that could be released for DS (since it won't make any sence for Inti Creates to rerelease a GBA game for GBA).

If you've read through Chapter 1 and especially Chapter 2 already, then you would know that I didn't really follow these rules much. Point 2 might seem like it hasn't been followed in Chapter 1 (because of that scene after Axl defeats the Ride Armor Boreas and confronts its pilot), but that one was supposed to be a cutscene in Zero's story. However, Point 2 won't be followed in Chapter 3 because of the opening stage being changed (I can't tell you what would change exactly yet though). Point 4 gets followed well unless you count that short ambush with Flauclaws at the end as a full mission (and it isn't really). Point 5 and 6 ended up getting ignored more and more as the project progressed which is kinda my fault (I love coming up with new character designs, unfortunately *chuckle*), but also those points were preventing me from coming up with memorable bosses which is one of the reasons why I love playing these games in the first place. Point 3 and Point 7 both aren't followed because the idea for Chapter: AXL eventually shifted to a full-blown remake of the entire saga with a new additional story mode to beat for each game starting from Z2, with Axl's gameplay being an attempt to intergrate modern (post Gunvolt, if you will) Inti Creates platformer gameplay into the classic Inti Creates' gameplay they've made for MMZ so long ago. It also kinda made sense for the character of Axl as he was supposed to be a breath of fresh air for the X series with cool modern looks, deeper story and more modern (at the time) gameplay (and the "deeper story" part is also kinda the reason why his campaign is more heavy on the plot and some psychological aspects that arise from trauma and war, but that's a story for a different blog post). Zero's campaign also would've received some QoL changes to gameplay, aside from a few small story changes (nothing drastic since his plot stays the same), but I only thought of including them in Chapter 3 because the changes were big enough to mention (and maybe I will explain this later too).

Yeeeeah, I am pretty bad at following the guidlines, I guess. Maybe I will be an awful corporate worker in the future because of that *chuckle*. Hope you are enjoying what I've made at least, despite those short comings.

[raptorkyla]

Spoiler for LEGO DREAMZZZ part 2!

Feel free to ask me questions if something is confusing but I should make more sence later on (I hope)

Please ignore possible error and writing mistakes. I'm not a writer.

[Very] Begin (comic): link

Previous part: link

Next part: [not out yet]

Oh..What a terrible.. terrible night yesterday has been. Ozzy and I were able to save Anna just in time, though she seemed to be weakened.. we decided it was the best for her to step back from joining the fight.

Lunia was gone..and so was the Nightmare king.. Ozzy and I looked everywhere for her but she was just..gone. Did we win?.. I guess so..

we continued to search, we split up every night to look for Lunia..maybe...just..maybe..she's still alive..I decided to head into the grim realm..maybe there was a lead. Ozzy couldn't come, he was too busy taking care for Anna. Her condition was getting worser...the desublimator wasn't on point yet, maybe that was the reason?

I took a deep breath before entering the Grim Realm

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I am back with a Valek request. I thought about a scenario where he saves us one night from some bad guys asks if we're okay but then realizes that we're blind and can't see how he looks or especially what he is. He visits us more often after that and we're slowly falling in love with each other and one day he tells us the truth about him and offers to heal us with his abilities even if he is scared that we might not want to be with him anymore. With a sweet romantic ending 🥺I had this in my mind for a while. I hope everything makes sense. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

I am more than exited to write this one for you bestie, we all need a little Valek 😃 I hope you enjoy, I love you too bestie 💚💚💚

Everyday was pretty much the same, well it had to be in a routine when you had your little health problem. From the age of 17, you devoped a condition called corneal opacity, it was a very serious case, so serious that you had unfortunately now suffered from complete blindness. You used to have beautiful emerald green eyes, but now according to others that had seen your eyes, they were all clouded and white, a bit like having misty white eyes instead. You didn't have either your mum or dad in your life, and no siblings, but you did have some friends growing up who helped you when they could. It did seem however, that having a blind friend wasn't very cool, so eventually it ended up being just you on your own. Luckily by that time, you had learned how to read braille, could remember your surroundings of your local town and had a stick to help navigate you through the places you had to go. You were now in your mid 20's, and everything was pretty simple for you to do, and it seemed that rumour about your other senses improving when you go blind, was actually true. You could smell things in the air and identify anything you wanted to, your sence of touch was incredible, and your tastes had actually improved too. It was like every new food was a pleasant suprise. But to your suprise, even though you were completely blind and everything was black, there were times where you has some kind of vision, almost like magic.

If you were out in the rain, the sound vibrations of the rain falling on the floor, or on someone, gave them a bit of an outline, it was like seeing things in a dark blue and misty white colour. You remember seeing many people through your rain vision, a woman feeling the rain on her face too a man walking past you in a storm who had forgotten his umbrella.

It was like feeling freedom again, being blind makes you feel trapped. No way to see the world around you, see the stars in the sky or look apon a laughing baby, it was like you were stuck. But you tried your best to get through life, however, one night, everything you knew was about to change.... You had been working in an office for a number of years, your main job was to answer calls and send them through to your correct colleagues. And the other things you used to do was write up any orders that the company needed on your desk computer. You had a little earpiece to talk to people, and when you weren't talking to people on the phone, you used it to listen back from the computer to make sure you had typed the words correctly through your braille keyboard. One night you had worked a little late at the office, so when you were getting ready to leave, one of your colleagues spoke to you. "Hey Y/N, do you need a lift home?" "No thank you Otis that's ok, it's only a short walk home for me" "Are you sure? It is quite dark outside" "Its always dark outside for me" You both share a little chuckle at what you said.

"I guess your right. Ok, give me a call if you change your mind" "Ok Otis I'll see you tomorow" And with that, you got your stick out and started making your way out of the building. You knew you were outside because you could feel the cool breeze whip around your neck and hair. You start to walk down the street, using your stick to guide your way. You recognised the noises and sounds when you walked past certain areas, there was always a restaurant to the left of you that had curry and spiced smells in the air as you walked past. And when you got to the bend before the next street, there was always a little dog that barked happily at you, you would put your hand out to the gate he was behind and he would happily receive pets from you before you went on your way. However...something was diffrent tonight. You walked to the area where the little dog was, but he didnt bark. In fact, he was very quiet until he started growling, in what sounds like a warning. You also notice that the street has gone suspiciously quiet, too quite... Feeling uncomfortable with the feeling you had, you hastily tried to get back home, it was another 5 minutes away, but all of a sudden, someone stands infront of you and pushes you to the ground with an extremely rough and strong push. "Look what we have hear Dan, a poor, defenseless little lady" "Your right Aidan, what the hell is she holding a stick for-Ohhh! Aidan, it seems we are very lucky tonight..." Your very scared as you sence both these men towering over you as you try to keep the stick inbetween you and them. Your frightened to tears, so worried about what was going to happen to you.

"Well little lady, it seems that you were quite simply in the wrong place at the wrong time..." "Please! Just take my money and leave me alone" "What makes you think its your money we want?" Dan? Grab her!" One of the men grabs your arms from behind your back, yanking you up to your feet. You try to scream but he covers your mouth with his hand, while his other arm is pinning your arms behind you. "Keep her quiet Dan! I'll make a start on her..." You can hear the other man pull out a switch blade and he punches you in the stomach with his free hand. Over and over he punches you, until you feel him press the blade to your throat, he isn't cutting you, but it feel like he's about to. "I think she'll do just fine Dan, why don't we take her back? I can think of many uses for her!" "Hell yeh Aide-....what the f#ck? Did you see that?" "See what?!" "It-it looked like something just flew above us, it was really big and dark" "So what?! I don't care about that, let's just get her in the van!" They both start pulling you across the street, you desperately trying to free yourself or scream through his hand. "Get the door Aide-f#ck man I saw it again! What is that?!" "Just get her in the god damn!- Aaarrrgghhh!!!"

You hear the man infront of you scream for his life, and you can sence that he is far away from you now, how did he get that far away from you? This man is terrified as he stands back up, shaking as he looks around everywhere for whoever's or whatever threw him away from you. "Who the f#ck did that?! Show yourself! I'll f#ck you u........Oh sh#t!" All you hear is an enormous thud as what sounds like the man being thrown against the wall.

The guy holding you pushes you onto the floor as he backs away from you. "Hey-hey look man! It was just a joke! Please don't hurt me-please!-" But just like the other time, the same sound happens again, this time with a crunching sound, almost like a bone being crushed or snapped. "RUN DAN RUN!" You hear both the men scramble to their feet and try to run away as fast as they could, leaving you on your own and shaking, or so you think your on your own. You suddenly sence someone getting close to you, you manage to sit up, and that's when you feel a large hand delicately hold yours and they start stroking their thumb over your skin. "Are you alright?" This man asked you, his voice was so smooth, and yet so calm and soothing, who was he? Was he the man who beat up those men? "I...I'm not sure...did...did you?-" "Its alright your safe now, I've taken care of them. They won't hurt you anymore. Let me help you up" Both his hands are now holding yours and he helps you to your feet, your still shaking and a little unsteady, and yet he feels incredibly strong, it's like strength is vibrating from him in waves.

Once your able to stand, you can sence how tall he is when he talks to you again. "I saw them attack you, I couldn't let them do that to an innocent young woman like you. Did you try to beat them off with this stick?" "I-I tried, but it was a little difficult" "Why? What's-" Its then that you face him and he can see your eyes, its then he realises why you needed the stick, and why you struggled to defend yourself. "Oh...oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know you couldn't see" "Its alright, I'm used to it. Did you? Did you beat those guys up?" "I did, I threw them against the wall. It's no less than they deserve for what the did to you" "Thank you for helping me, if you weren't hear...god knows what would have happened. You saved me" "Like I said before, i couldn't let an innocent woman get assulted. Might I...know your name?" "Oh, my name is Y/N. Its nice to meet you" You held your hand back out to him, he didn't shake it, instead he gently held your fingers against his hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it so gently, like a feather, it was so sweet. You could sence again how tall he was when he kisses your hand and fingers, he had to be at least 6 ft 4, 6 ft 5 maybe? "So are you completely blind?" "Unfortunately, yes. It happened when I was 17 and I've not been able to see anything since. Oh I'm sorry, what was your name sir?"

"Trust me I'm far from a sir....My name is Valek, it's a pleasure to meet you Y/N" "How can I repay you for helping me tonight?" "Well I would like to escort you home, I do not wish to see you go home by yourself" "Escort me? I haven't heard that term in ages. Yes, I'd like it if you could take me home, I wont lie, I'm still feeling scared from what happened" "Its understandable that you are. Hears your stick Y/N, would you also like to hold onto my arm as we walk together?" "That's very kind of you, thank you Valek" Your arm interlocked with his as he walked you back home, this man was very kind and gentle with you and yet he was able to save you from 2 men who so easily overpowered you, was he a fighter? Or did he do professional boxing? Whatever it was, you were glad for it. He walked you up to your front door and you thank him as you get your keys out of your bag. "I won't lie Valek, I'm a little suprised you offered to walk me home tonight" "Why is that?" "Isnt it obvious? There are so many people who have avoided me because I'm blind. It's very rare that someone sticks around and talks to me like a normal person" "If I'm being honest with you, I'm in a very similar position to you. You cant see me but when other huma-I mean person looks at me, they either run or just plain avoid me. Lets just say that I don't look like everyone else, how can I describe my look? Kind of goth ish?" "I don't think there's anything wrong with that? Your just being who you are, you shouldn't feel ashamed about how you look or dress, if that's who you are, you shouldn't care what people think or say"

"That is incredibly wise of you Y/N, not only are you brave and beautiful but your also so full of positivity and wisdom" "That's so kind-wait? Did you say beautiful, your just trying to be nice. I have no idea if I'm stylish and I've been told my eyes look like bowls of milk, I'm not beautiful" "You have been lied to then. Who ever said this to you was just trying to upset you, which you dont deserve at all. Your eyes, they're...they remind me of pearl's. They have a vibrant shine and a unique sparkle to them, it's like looking at rare treasure" Did he really just say this to you? You have known this man for an hour and not only had he saved you, but he has complimented you more than anyone ever has. "Valek...that's...thank you...that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me" "You deserve to hear things like that every day Y/N. If you'd like, I would very much like to see you again. I uhh, I work till late at my job, so I won't be able to see you until night time, that is, if you would like to see eachother again?" "I would love to Valek, getting to know you would be wonderful" After that night, you and Valek would see eachother every night and spend so much time together, that a strong friendship blossomed between you. He was so thoughtful and kind, and he always listened to you when you had an issue or just needed someone to listen. He told you more about himself and how he only hangs out with a few select people during the evening, he apparently wasn't a fan of the day time, but that wasn't weird to you, you worked with many people in your job who preferred doing night shifts instead of normal hours. Over the next few weeks, Valek had been around your place, helped you cook diners for you both, and was just an absolute gentleman, and he never stopped complimenting you any chance he got. You weren't suprised that your feelings of friendship started to grow into something else, but was the feeling reciprocated? You didn't want to risk it, so you kept it to yourself.

One night, you and Valek head up to the roof of your flats building, you had been up their before when you wanted to try and view the city during the rain. But tonight, you wanted to view something else. Valek was confused as you both stood on the roof, but he trusted you. "Y/N? Why are we up hear?" "Its a suprise Valek...all we have to do is wait for the rain. I can smell it in the air, it's on its way" "You can smell the rain?" "Yes, my other senses are heightened, but....when it rains, something magical happens. I wanted to tell you before, but it wasnt raining at any point. When the raindrops fall onto a surface, my vision changes from pitch black, to a murky dark blue. And its white and mist like when it splashes against someone's face, so I'm able to make out the outline of someone's face, and even see the basics of someone facial features. Everything but the colours, and I was really hoping....to see you..." "Wow...Y/N....I would love nothing more for you to see me...but...I do have to warn you, that I'm not the best looking man you may know" "Why don't you let me be the judge of that? Its coming, are you ready? Hear it is" Small little droplets start to fall from the sky, and as it gets heavier, your able to make out things around you....including him. He really was very tall, he's all dark blue and white, his outline is huge. He let's the water splash against his face, and oh my god, you never expected this. He had a sharp chiseled jaw line, smooth and full lips, long wavy hair, and his eyes...wow his eyes were shining bright against the water droplets, he looked incredible.

"I...I didn't want to scare you Y/N, I-I should go-" "Valek" You take him by the wrist before he has a chance to walk away, and you rest a hand against his wet face. "Valek....your beautiful...."

You could see his beauty and his smile in the water, his smile was hypnotic. His teeth were perfectly straight and his smile made him look like a model. There was so much wonder between you two, it made the whole moment feel magical, it seems that Valek wasn't used to being called beautiful. He rested his hand against your cheek as he looked down at you, and you could see and sence him leaning in close to your face, and that's when you could feel his soft wet lips press against yours and a slow and romantic embrace. You had no idea how long you've wanted this to happen, so when he did finaly kiss you, you couldn't hold back. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as you pull him in closer and he deepens the kiss between you, holding you against his wet body. It all happened so fast, but within a few tence moments, he managed to get you back into your bedroom and lie you down on your back as he kissed you more and more. You helped eachother pull clothes from your bodies, even letting out a little giggle of excitement through this, then he holds you in his arms again as he lies you back down on the bed, completely naked. This was a whole new experience for you, you hadn't slept with anyone since your blindness, and you had no idea what to expect. All you knew was that the feeling of his bare body, his skin against yours and his lips kissing every inch of your lips and neck was electrifying. His hand stroked up and down your leg as the kisses got more passionate and demanding, and you cant help but reach into his glorious lions mane sized silky hair. He starts moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he slowly makes his way to your stolen and sensitive clit.

He wasn't gentle now, he dived in between your legs as he devoured you like there was no tomorow. "Huh! Oh f#ck!" His tounge was already making you feel more s#xually charged than you ever had before, and as he ate and kissed everywhere you wanted him too inbetween your legs, it was the best experience you had ever had. "Oh god Valek-please don't stop! Oh god! Valek I- (screams!)"

He doesn't stop as you shake against his grip and mouth, he just loves what he is able to do to your body. Within an instant, he is inbetween your legs as he slides his thick girthy cock right inside of you, and his captures your lips in his as you gasp that the sensation. He f#cks you, over and over again, making you feel so good that a few tears fun down your cheeks. Throughout the entire night, Valek has you in every position possible to ensure nothing but pleasure, and ending with the lotus position. Where he is sat cross legged with you on his lap and he moves your hips against his groin over and over again. You had never experience this many orgasms before and you were feeling exhausted, but still so desperate for one more. He could sence that you were feeling weak, but you kept begging for him not to stop, so he held you close as he continued to trust up into you. And within the next couple of hard deep thrusts, both you and Valek finaly reach the highest peak you could get too, and your entire body is shaking in his arms as he holds you, you cant help but go limp in his arms as you finaly have a moment to stop, and he is kissing your shoulder and stroking down your back. "Your so beautiful Y/N, I've dreamed of making you feel this way for so long" "Me too Valek...that was amazing...I....I'm so...." Your so tired that you can barely speak or keep your eyes open. "Lie down my treasure, you need to sleep"

He carefully lies you down on your back and places your quilt over both you and him as he holds you in his arms. "That was amazing Valek....you were amazing...." "You were incredible too my treasure, now just close your eyes" He starts stroking your hair as you start to fall asleep on his chest. You don't know if it's because your exhausted, but you can't seem to hear or feel his heartbeat? But before you could think about it anymore, you fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed and feel the braille clock beside your bed, it said it was 11.30 in the morning, you slept in that late? Well you did have a long night, speaking of, you couldn't feel Valek in the bed with you. "Valek? Are you hear?" No answer, but when your hand glided over your bedside desk, you feel a piece of paper. You run your fingers over it and discover that he had written you a note on your braille computer and printed it out for you. It read "Good morning my beautiful treasure. Last night was the best night of my life and you were everything I had ever wished for. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you, I'm afraid i couldn't stay, but I promise to explain everything when I see you tonight. I hope the day brings as much beauty and wonder as I feel whenever I'm in your presence. I'll see you tonight, love Valek x" That was so sweet of him to leave you a note, and his kind words brought a smile to your face as you sat up in bed. This did get you thinking though, how come he couldn't stay until the morning? Since you've known him you've never been with him during the day, and he never ate anything you prepared with garlic. Also? Didn't he say people got scared when they saw him? He did have an enormous amount of inhuman strength when he saved you from the two men, and you remember the time he nearly said humans instead of people, noone talks like that. And that's when it hits you, last night! You couldn't feel or hear his heartbeat! Were you really thinking this? Was it true? Could it be?.... Later that night when you were up on the roof, you were waiting for Valek to arrive, there was so many things running through your mind about what Valek could want to explain to you, was it what you thought it was? A few minutes later, you hear him arrive and walk up to you. "Hello Y/N, you look even more beautiful than the day I first saw you.....Y/N? Are you ok?" "Yes, yes I'm fine Valek. Thank you that's very sweet of you to say"

You feel him stand infront of you and take your hands in his. "Y/N, I wished that I could have stayed with you this morning, and it breaks my heart that I couldn't be with you when you woke up. Y/N when I'm around you, I feel more wanted and cared for than I ever have before, you have truly changed my life. You have trusted me and been completely honest with me since the start, and I need to be honest with you too.....Y/N.....I....I need to tell you the truth....I'm really a...." "Your a vampire" Valek's eyes go wide with shock, how is this possible? "You...you know I'm a vampire? But...how?" "I didnt think it was true at first, but my suspicions were confirmed when we were in bed last night. I...I couldn't hear your heartbeat as you held me...it was the last piece of the puzzle" "But you haven't run away? Or left? Or asked me to leave? Why?" "Valek, I cant deny that knowing vampires exist is something that has completely stunned me, but just because you are one, doesn't change how I feel. It doesn't change how you have protected me, been there for me when I needed you and made me feel more loved and wanted than anyone ever has. Its something I want to learn more about, but you being a vampire isn't something that's going to frighten me away. I know what it's like to feel like noone wants to be around you because your diffrent. But that's not the case with you Valek, your my dark angel..." "And you are my treasure Y/N..." You feel his hand on your cheek as he gives you a sweet kiss, this kiss was so tender and full of emotion, you can tell how relaxed and releaved he was that you weren't frightened of him, and accepted him for who he was. "Y/N, I want to do something to show you how much you mean to me" "You don't have to Valek" "No Y/N, I do...now that you know the truth about me, I can tell you about the abilities I have"

"What do you mean abilities?" "I suppose you've already guessed that I have super human strength after what happened with the two guys that attacked you. But on top of that, I also have hypnosis, flight...and something else...but I'd rather show you..." He holds your face in his hands and gently presses against the skin of your temples, very close to the edge of your eyes. "Valek? What are you doing?" "Just trust me my treasure...close your eyes for me" You do as he says, and all of a sudden you feel this fuzzy and warm feeling wash over your eyes, it's strange but not uncomfortable. About a minute later, he moves his hands away, and your eyes are still closed. "Now my treasure....I want you to open your eyes....very slowly..." Doing as he said, you start to open your eyes, your confused as to why he wants you to do this. But that's when you realise what he's done...you can see! The first thing you see is the stars above you, finally you were able to see what you had dreamed of for so long. "Oh my god! I-I can see! This is incredible! I can see the stars! Oh wow they're beautiful! And I can see the lights of the street lamps! And the view! And-" You spin around in your excitement and thats when you face Valek properly for the first time.

You knew he was beautiful, but it seems that the water was only showing you a little of his beauty. You smile at him as you see his soft pink lips, his impressive physique, but it's his eyes that really get you. They are absolutely gorgeous, it looks like his eyes are made of diamonds and sapphires and they are glistening brighter than any star. "Valek your...Your more beautiful than the first moment I saw you in the rain" "And I never knew your natural eye colour was bright green, it's like your eyes are made of emeralds. I never knew you could get more beautiful, clearly I was wrong" "Valek, how were you able to let me see again?" "Its another one of my abilities, I have healing hands, as well as healing saliva. I wanted to give you back your freedom, you deserve it, and I hope that I can see you smile every night as you start to experience the world again. Starting with the stars tonight, and I think we're in luck. Look up"

You look into the sky, you can see all the millions of beautiful stars, but you see something else too, it's a shooting star.

"Oh Valek this is amazing, you've given me my life back. I...I love you" "I love you too Y/N, your my beautiful treasure" "And your my perfect dark angel" He gives you another sweet and tender kiss before he holds you in his arms, as he pulls you into his chest as you rest your head against his heart. You both look up at the stars, and enjoy the pure bliss of the moment together. You finaly had what you've always wanted, your freedom, your eyesight back and the love of the most wondeful man you could ever wish for.

[russellius]

I don't feel like lewis fits ferrari at all? Somehow I feel bad for everyone involved (except george, it'll be good for him). Charles definitely got played and carlos had a good season, wtf

yeah i guess at first glance it doesn't make much sence. but he's been on the sidelines a bit, certainly compared to his previous years in f1, while verstappen was breaking records, alonso had his rebirth, you had the whole charles/ferrari story in the spotlight and so on. so this move will 100% put him back in the centre of attention. (i'm not saying that he wasn't a name in the sport anymore lol, but just that relatively very little hype was surrounding him in the past 2 seasons etc.)

yeah i mean F for charles, because he is supposed to be their il predestinato, but ferrari are ferrari after all, they are insane, saw the opportunity, and grabbed it. they'd have been stupid not to. + listen, ferrari is a dream for every driver so there is that too. as for sainz, he hasn't been bad, but it's clear that he thinks he should be good enough for #1, while ferrari aren't buying into that. so him winking at audi makes sense, especially with his dad's connections

all of this though, is secondary to me because this means george will be free from the cult's daily hating and i'm praying and hoping that the team will fully focus on him from now on :-) used to pray for times like this.