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[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Chapter 1, a familiar stranger

Masterlist Word count: 1.2 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut. No graphic content yet.

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'Did Rafayel find someone to rent my apartment yet,' Zayne questions as he puts two mugs of tea on your coffee table. You shrug in response. 

'Haven't heard anything yet, but knowing him, it'll probably be soon.' Zayne smiles at your sulking expression. He reaches out to ruffle a hand through your hair. You quickly smack his hand away and stare at him with pretend anger. 

'How have you been holding up without me?' That question is loaded, and he knows it. For the past four years, he has been your neighbor. But he has always been much more than that. 

When he noticed you were living on your own, he would sometimes bring over leftovers. Some days you would come home to a note taped on your door with a request to be quiet because he had a long shift and another even longer shift coming up. You started doing the same, but with notices if you had someone over or were doing something that could cause noise. Eventually, you two got to talking and formed a familial relationship. It always felt like you had a big brother looking out for you. 

Ever since he moved to the next city over to work in another hospital, you have missed him tons. Sometimes it hurts when you realize you can't just walk two steps from your front door and be talking to him. Meeting up is even more strenuous than it was before, and you miss him like crazy. It's not just the proximity though, no, it's also that you don't know everything going on in his life anymore. He's doing amazing things, meeting amazing people, helping to make the world a better place, and you barely know the names of his closest colleagues. 

'I'm fine,' but your voice betrays you, trembling throughout your words. Zayne's eyes look worried, and his hand moves to touch your shoulder to comfort you. 'I'm fine, really. Just getting used to being alone in the city again.' 

'You're not alone anymore. You've got Tara, and you get along alright with that new colleague of yours, right? Jeremiah?' 

'I know, it's just...' He reaches out to pull you into his chest. 

'I understand. I miss you too.' 

'I just hope the next person is nice too,' you mumble against his shirt while he gently rubs your back. All this feels so normal, so nice. You're not sure if you'll ever fully get over not living next to Zayne anymore. It was perfect, and now it's gone. You can't blame him though. This was a very important step for his career and you're glad he did it, it just makes you feel like you're stuck in the same place all over again.  

Everything just feels so stagnant, so normal. Like nothing ever changes. You can only tell that time has passed by your growing fingernails and the dust building up on your windowsill... You should really clean. It's been too long. 

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'This is nice,' Luke awes as he walks into Sylus’ new apartment. The place is completely empty and there's a bit of an echo, but he's right. The place is nice. That doesn't mean Sylus has to be happy about it. In fact, he's not even close to being done groaning and whining about being doxed for the third time. 

Sylus grumbles: 'My last place was nice.' Kieran nudges him over the threshold of the apartment. 

'Stop whining you big baby. Shit happens.' Sylus turns to him with a death glare. Kieran rolls his eyes and holds up his hands in defeat. 'Sorry man. There really isn't much else to say about it.' 

Sylus knows damn well that he's right, he's just not ready to admit it. That last place was a little bit special to him. It was the first place he moved into on his own after a long relationship. He knew his job would always be an obstacle in any relationship, but he thought she had gotten over it. She clearly hadn't.  

When his popularity skyrocketed, she left him. Told him she couldn't keep sharing him, no matter how many times he told her there was no one to share him with. She was part of the reason he started doing solo stuff. He even offered her to stop doing it. It wasn't even a big deal to him. That didn't matter to her. 

Luke and Kieran tried to get him back to who he was, yet even they couldn't ignore the fact that he became a little different. He distanced himself, became harsher, became colder. He wasn't particularly rude or anything, just a bit off-putting if you don't know him. 

'Anyway, I'm going to let your neighbor know we're moving you in this week,' Kieran states and quickly leaves the apartment. Luke gives Sylus a look. 

'What,' Sylus snaps at him. 

'Shouldn't you join him?' Sylus raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. Suddenly, he looks a lot bigger and a lot more intimidating. 

'I just got doxed. Why would I go around introducing myself to everyone?' 

Luke just shrugs. Sylus antics don't do much to him anymore after knowing him so long. 'Fair enough.' 

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The doorbell buzzes. It's ever so slightly longer than the average person would press a doorbell, and so ever so slightly more annoying. Mayorly more annoying because you were just dozing off cuddled up to Zayne on the couch. It has been a long time since that happened. 

You groan and shift, but Zayne tightens his grip. 'Don't go.' His voice is gravelly, tired, a little strained. For a little while you're considering it, but then the bell buzzes a second time. Longer this time. 

'It's just for a second,' you whisper back. He nods and his grip loosens. You get off his chest and quickly shuffle to the front door. When you open it, you have to take a few seconds to digest the picture in front of you. 'Kieran? Why are you here? Does Tara need something?' 

It seems his head short-circuits just like yours has as he takes a few seconds to answer. 'Eh, no. I didn't know you live here. I'm just... I'm helping a friend move in. I'm doing a round to warn people about the noise.' 

'Oh, good to know. Thank you. Who's your friend?' 

'His name is Sylus but he's a pretty private person, so I can't promise you he'll stop by to introduce himself.' 

'Fair enough,' you respond while you think back to how Zayne used to be. It was a similar situation. Took more than half a year before you two would even greet each other when passing in the hallway. 'Well, give Tara my best. I'll probably see you soon.' 

'I will. See ya.' 

'Who was that,' Zayne asks from the couch. 

'Friend of the new neighbor. He's moving in this week.' You grab your phone from the coffee table to check if Rafayel send anything about a new tenant, instead you see a notification from Red Crow's socials. A new post. 

"No smutty chapter this Friday. I have a busy week.   Maybe if you beg, I'll record myself getting off." 

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[genderqueerdykes]

I can't reply to the post directly but I saw a post where you were talking about trans masc erasure especially when you were in college and like....I feel it. I started college in 2003 and identified as a cis butch lesbian because I didn't know there was anything else to be, but also MOST IMPORTANTLY because my "resources" and info on trans men were basically Boys Don't Cry, which every lesbian I knew referred to as a lesbian film and Brandon Teena as a lesbian. There were also vague comments from time to time about Chaz Bono at some point, but again, everyone around me was referring to him as a "confused lesbian". What's frustrating these days is that while there is more information out there and more spaces, there still isn't enough. Like, I learned basically everything I know about my body from Gen Z friends who had better education and affirming teachers. And also finding space when you're almost 40 is an impossible task sometimes. At almost every trans masc group I've attended I've been the oldest by almost 10 or sometimes almost 15 years. It's a really lonely experience. A handful of times we've had moderators who are young and not trans masc and they've talked over me and tried to "correct" the language I use to talk about my experiences - for example, I call myself FTM, and I also say things like "when I was presenting as a woman" or "when I thought I was a lesbian". I use this language intentionally because there were over 30 years of my life where I had no idea of the possibility that I could be anything but a woman and that IS how I identified, and there are over 30 years of experience with that identity that I am still recovering from and that shaped the course of my life in a way that's difficult or impossible to explain without acknowledging it. Part of our erasure unfortunately comes within the community and people not listening to the experiences of others whose journey doesn't line up with the plot beats of a cinematic, linear coming out story (not to knock that if someone has it! But leave room for those of us who don't!). Even though I'm on T and have had top surgery, there's still so much I've had to figure out myself and it's a lonely life. I don't know how to date or make connections (or even if I should! I'm aromantic which I think complicates things sometimes). Anyway I don't know if any of this is relevant but like. I just wanted to say I relate to the erasure stuff. Wouldn't change who I am for anything, but I would change the world in which I had to figure it out.

im really sorry you can relate to this, it affects so many people and a lot of people are proud to say they don't care. it's not okay. trans men and mascs need community irl. i'm bet things were way harder back then, i can't even imagine how hard it must've been to talk about being transmasculine in 2003.

im going to keep my reply brief because i do not want to distract from your experience

[lonesilverw0lf]

Chess student: The cult has become locked itself in this building, we need to clear them out.

Football student: We know where they are, so let’s just bum rush them and take ‘em out.

CS: Don’t be rash. We have to do this methodically so we ensure they’re gone for good.

FS: We have them cornered, just get in there and get it done.

CS: We don’t know how many of them are left, what kind of traps they have, escape routes, or what. We can’t take any chances that they’ve set a trap themselves or that they can escape.

FS: They just got in there after two days of running. They’ve been caught with their pants down! We need to bust down the walls before they have a chance to rest and regroup!

CS: Or walk right into a trap? This is the real deal, we can’t make any half baked decisions.

FS: You’re not the active type, even back in school. You don’t have any idea on what actually goes down in the split seconds, nor any say on what it takes. You’ll let a perfectly good opportunity waltz by as you try to come up with some half clever scheme!

CS: You’ve never thought ahead once in your life. You always rush headlong into things and end up in a bigger mess than what was originally there. Or even create a mess because you didn’t know left from right!

FS: At least I choose to do something instead of sit back like a coward!

CS: I’ve seen better intelligence in a monkey than anything you try to pull!

???: Guys!

FS and CS: WHAT?!

Art Student: You two need to find something to make up, your arguments almost broke my concentration several times. Guh. My farsighted isn’t great, but I did manage to get as much information on the inside as I could. *hands over a stack of papers with sketches of the building and the insides*

CS: That’s great! The more intelligence we have the better we can plan ahead.

FS: Just point out where the boss man is so I can get in there and knock his head in.

AS: At least tell me you can tell what it’s supposed to be? I’m an abstract expressionist not a realist.

FS: Looks clear enough for me.

CS, flipping through the drawings: Ok, so a dozen and so cultists, a couple of horses, a loft, I guess that’s a weapons rack, so far so expected. Hey, what’s the story with this one?

AS: Which one? Sorry my headache hasn’t given me my sight yet so everything’s kinda blurry still.

CS: The one guy with more details than the rest.

AS: Dunno yet. I can only draw what I see using my Sight. I don’t know what it is I’m looking at until I see what I drew.

FS: That sounds stupid.

AS: They say that it’ll get better with time. Right now I’m too low level for that. Huh, that one guy is a lot more detailed than the rest. Weird.

CS: I didn’t get all the details on your Ability. Why is this so important?

AS: My mentor said something about things that I’m more familiar with tend to come out clearer. People I know, places I frequent, they stick out a lot more. Even if the place has changed significantly like a fire or battle happened, or if a person is wearing a disguise or something.

FS: So who would be so familiar to you in this random group of cultists?

Realization dawns on the assembled trio.

FS: Ok CS, your plan is good. We surround the building and- huh?

AS: I just blinked. Where did CS go?

CS, punching a hole into the wall of the building like the Kool Aid man: YIPPE KAI YAY MOTHER FUCKERS!! WHERE YOU AT BLORBO?!

MC, who infiltrated the Cult to feed the local militia information: How the hell do you guys keep finding me?!

The standard 'entire class gets isekai'd to a fantasy world and the outcast MC is basically discarded' anime setting, where the MC, now assumed dead, decides to instead help the class of Heroes in the shadows, making sure they live up to what the people need.

However, the entire class knows that he's alive and are hellbent on dragging that son of a bitch back into the spotlight and to give him the recognition he deserves.

(And maybe because he was basically the entire class's Little Guy™.)

[ro-bee]

KIRANDER / WOLF NARI THINGS FACTS STORY IDK

He's an albino gray wolf, he acts a lot more like a dog... Maybe millennia in the void tamed him or maybe is just his people pleaser nature. (Despite that he can be authoritarian I think)

Kiran is very old, the oldest of bishops, the first of them to find a crown.

He's not a big fan of fighting but is very good at it, he taught his siblings some techniques!

The relationship with the other bishops isn't really good, he loves them but they don't like him much because he's "too affectioned" and overall strange. They don't understand his vision of the world and I mean fair.

His morals are mostly pessimistic he believes in the concept of destroy and rebuild, his "excuse" is that he doesn't want to see people suffer so he comes to the conclusion that dying is better than living and that the world would be better without gods.

He's very impatient but doesn't show it... And he doesn't allow more than one (1) second chances, all his previous vessels were definitely killed by him after their first death againsts the bishops

He would come up with some bullshit like "I'm sorry, I won't prolong your pain any longer, I clearly was wrong you're not fit for this... Now rest" or "you tried but it wasn't enough" a bit evil... And not very productive from him since he can't free himself alone... Ironic because he's impatient lol his morals are very strong

So yeah basically goat killed all bishops without dying even once... That was hell

(Goat playing hardcore lmao)

Cal and Deb (kiran's Baal and aym) weren't given by the bishops but by they're mom did a ritual to gift them to their father (yes I'm gonna make Kiran x forneus (name need a change) canon here and make him the bio dad of the pups , how were they born? Idk immaculate conception probably), they are demigods, kiran loves them very much and they keept him "sane"

Also forneus is his most Loyal follower 🔥🔥🔥🥴

After goat kills all bishops Kiran uses his freedom to... Take care of the pups...

They knew this was going to happen and let him do it (like... Brainwashed behavior)

If the world was to be freed from gods then demigods shouldn't be here either, so he killed them. Fast and painless.

Ok ok relationship with goat :

Is always ups and downs but mostly it starts as just you help me and I help you kind of deal... After the first bishop down Kiran kinda start to catch feelings... Nobody went so far yet this goat was the one, goat never died again so they saw each other's only after the first chain got destroyed and Kiran was able to use a bit of his power to bring them to him as the pleased, they use those summonings to talk e know each other's better lol.

So after bishop one was down they were in a friendly mood? Relationship??? Positive?

After the second bishop goat started to be a bit confused about their big friend's plan... The bishop told them some stuff but they decided not to believe him still doubt started forming in their heart even if Kiran was always so affectionate

I think the crush start here

After bishop 3 was down the seed of doubt finally sprout and Kiran noticed that goat started to be more distant from him... After one day goat asked him "after you're free, What will you do to me? " and Kiran simply responded with "I'll free you too, from you're regrets and from all the pain, I'll free your soul and we will be together in peace" that didn't reassure goat one bit but they let it slide because they wanted to believe their god

At this point their relationship was a bit confused but I think there was love in there under all the doubts

After the fourth bishop was killed goat was scared, terrified even.

They finally knew what the real plan was, the last bishop told them, He told them everything and how that wolf would take their second life just for a crazy ideology. They won't let that happen, they are stronger than him anyway... This whole deal made them go a little mad and on a full rampage, it didn't help finally knowing that the stermination of their kin was basically kiran's fault, yes the bishops started it but it was all to stop the crazy plans of the wolf, a "little" price to pay to save everything else.

When they arrived to purgatory they noticed the pups were gone, not surprising considering everything they learned that day about their beloved wolf.

Their fight wasn't long, Kiran asked goat to just listen to him but they were not willing at all.

it all ends when they finally manage to pin him on the ground.

The relationship right now is divorce 😭😭

So Kiran dies, a very painful and slow death. Goat claims his place and they become the new God fo death.

That didn't satisfy them toh, now there was emptiness in their heart. They loved that wolf! They felt safe with him, he always attended their words wounds and now just like that he was gone. They killed him.

Goat would stop thinking about it for some years and would keep attending on their cult (in a very bad way) until one night they decided to bring the wolf back and make him pay and his actions again, like yes out of spite and to fill the emptiness.

Now can start the toxic yaoi

Bringing Kiran back will start this circle of love and hate, a desperate attempt from goat to fix the problems in their head??

Bro needs therapy (lamb is their therapist and will help them)

Every time Kiran would die goat would bring him back, bro doesn't deserve peace🔥🔥

Ok but with time goat calms down, realize that this is useless, Kiran realize that his actions were actually the problem, that he missed his siblings and his pups so much.

Sorry chat he changed a bit I think 😔

[suckerforcate]

Hi! Love love love your writing. Really wanna request kate stewart/reader with soulmate storyline. Thank you 💕

Soulmate

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x Reader

Word Count: 2,3 k

Warning: none?, pinch of Angst maybe, sort of age gap

Summary: Soulmark AU // Kate and you are Soulmates but for some reason she doesn't acknowledge it. At all. You confront her.

A/n: This took me forever, I'm so sorry. My life went upside down. And then I just didn't know what to do with the story so it might feel a bit wobbly at times and the end feels kind of rushed. Lots of love.

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You had suspected it for some time, but didn't have any proper evidence.

The concept of soulmates - two souls connected and always meant to be together, like they'd been parted at birth and needed to find each other again - had always been a bit vague and unrealistic to you. The thought was comforting though. The idea that no one was meant to be alone. Everyone on this earth should eventually find their other half.

And yet you hadn't. Sure, they could be anywhere from Iceland to South Africa, that did complicate things. But you tried to tell yourself that it wasn't important. Maybe you'd find them, and maybe you wouldn't.

As much as you tried to tell yourself it wasn't important, your eyes wandered to the bare space on your right wrist often. And one day you looked there, and it wasn't bare anymore. The skin there was graced by soft, thin colourful lines merging together to a delicate pattern. It looked a bit like an abstract flower. It was gorgeous.

You stared at it for what felt like hours every day, your mind reeling with endless possibilities. Who could it be? You touched what felt like millions of people every day. A handshake here, a quick hug there, a brush of a finger when paying at the shops. It could be anyone.

You didn't hide it, didn't make an effort to cover it up. The first time Kate had seen it there was this flash of...something in her eyes. Surprise? But she was good and covering it up and schooling her features. It was gone so quickly you thought you had imagined it.

After that she acted a bit suspiciously. She often looked at the pattern on your arm, eyes often lingering there. And her wrists were always covered. Always. They never had been before. She wore her sleeves rolled up religiously. Not anymore.

It took you a while to connect the dots. But it kind of made sense. Two souls parted at birth, waiting to be reunited. Kate and you just fit. It had always fit. It was just surprising how long it had taken you to find out. How was it possible to work with someone for such a long time and never touch skin to skin?

Whatever the circumstances and the path that had led you to this moment in time, this all-consuming, life altering second, you were there now. It's a bit funny. How one second can change your life forevermore. That tiny second in which Kate hadn't been pulled together perfectly like usual. That tiny second that her wrist was exposed for. That tiny, little second in which you saw the edges of that same delicate pattern that graced your wrist. It all fell into place. Everything made sense in a way you hadn't yet known anything could make sense.

But the second was over as quickly as it had come. Her wrist covered again, and the world went on, like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't just felt your heart skip and do a somersault. Maybe you had had a heart attack? What did a heart attack feel like?

To your disappointment the day went on as mundanely as possible. Time didn't care for you. Didn't care for your heart or for love.

It's hours later when a thought struck you. She must have known. She'd seen the markings on your wrist. You'd caught her staring at it. She'd known, and yet she hadn't spoken up. Why? You were sitting in the lab, alone, it was late already and everyone had gone home. You had wanted to work a bit more, but instead you stared at the wall opposite you and your mind was reeling, searching for possible explanations. You came up empty.

Was the thought of you so unappealing as her soulmate that she refused to acknowledge it? Didn't she like you at all? Wasn't she willing to at least try?

After an excruciatingly long time of thinking without any result you decided to just go and talk to Kate. Sure it was late, but Kate would definitely still be in her office. She always stayed late. Later than she should. Especially since her kids had moved out.

The halls of UNIT headquarters were only dimly lit, most rooms and offices empty. You took the lift up a few floors and stepped out. At the end of the hall, Kate’s office was undeniable still being used. Soft, warm light seeping out from under the closed door.

Right about now the nervousness hit, heart racing a bit quicker, hands sweating a bit. Hesitantly you knocked on the office door, right under the little name plate that so elegantly said 'Kate Lethbridge-Stewart'. She'd stopped hiding the Lethbridge some time ago.

It took a few seconds until her soft voice called out for you to come in. She sounded a bit tired and yet authoritative, always perfectly put together. You opened the door a bit, just a few inches to look inside, still a bit hesitant.

"Do you have a moment?" You asked carefully and shortly see something flicker over her face that was awfully close to panic. But as usual she schooled it in seconds, and you thought you might have just imagined it. She nods and puts her pen down. With a smile you stepped in completely, closing the door behind you.

You weren't entirely sure how to go about this, but really having made a plan beforehand. The whole decision of coming here was a bit sudden and without proper thought. You nibbled a bit in your lip, a nervous habit you had never been able to let go off. But then your eyes fall to her wrist, perfectly covered of course. "Show me your wrist." You suddenly heard yourself say, sounding much more confident and commanding than you felt.

Her eyes widened a bit comically, and she pulled her hands off the desk, hiding them and her wrists under the desk, out of your sight. "I’m not sure why I should do that." She answered. Did she really think she could still fool you?

"Kate, show me your wrist" You repeat a bit sterner now and approach her, slowly rounding the desk. She stubbornly kept her wrists hidden and shook her head. She looked like a petulant child and in any other situation you'd have found it cute.

A bit fed up with her behaviour you step closer and grab her wrist, she tries to pull away, but your grip is too tight. You push the blouse that's probably way too expensive to be justifiable away to reveal the mark. The same delicate pattern that graced your skin. The same colours, the same size. It made your breath catch and for a second you felt relieved, happy even. But then you remembered that she'd hidden it, despite knowing, and it makes the relief be swept away by dread and betrayal. You let her arm fall back into her lap and step back, body tensing up.

"Why? Why not tell me?" She doesn't answer, religiously avoiding your eyes. It makes you angry even more than hurt. Why was she acting like this? Why was she outright rejecting you?

"Kate, answer me." Again, your voice was a cold demand, leaving no space for arguing. Still, she didn't answer. "At least have the decency to look at me." You bit out, voice trembling with anger and disappointment now. She doesn't look at you though, still stubbornly looking everywhere but back at you.

"Is the thought of me being your soulmate so...repulsive?" You asked then, voice much less angry now and much more hurt.

She finally looked at you then, eyes practically snapping up and locking with yours. There was pain reflected in them and in her voice when she spoke. "No. Of course not." Your anger subsided a bit, because she looked almost afraid. "Then why? Why didn't you say anything?"

She looked away again, the pain mixing with shame for a few seconds before she composed herself again, schooling her features again. She looked a bit like this was some sort of diplomatic thing to simply agree upon. "I wanted to give you an out."

"An out?" You asked, confused now. What on earth was she talking about? What would you need that for? You eyed her curiously now, waiting for an answer, an explanation. She sighed softly, eyes slowly darting away from you again before stubbornly settling on your wrist, the delicate pattern and colours peeking out.

"This," she said motioning at her wrist and then at yours, "this is forever. Forever is a long time." She finally looked at you again, her eyes full of pain and regret, something else you couldn't quite decipherer. "That's the point, yes." You said a bit frustrated, patience slowly running out. You didn't see the problem at all and that in resolution seemed to frustrate her. Her slender hands settled in her lap again, the fidgeting there now the only sign of her uncertainty. Her face, yet again, perfectly schooled.

"You’re young, you can still build your life, make someone fall in love with you, have a family." She said reasonably, swallowing hard, her voice a lot more fragile despite the confidence and assurance she was trying to convey. You saw through it.

"They'll never be my soulmate. That's you. Only you" You replied. Kate laughed humourlessly at that, the sound cutting straight through you. "Soulmate. What a romantic idea. A silly, naive one. Love and a life isn't built on a piece of pretty coloured skin."

You blinked at her, not expecting such harsh words when normally Kate tried to encourage anything optimistic and full of hope, this, however, was rather cynical. The distance you had earlier brought between you two is now closed again. A bit gentler now, you lift her exposed wrist and put yours next to it. "This is real. It's not naive and it's not silly. It's just right. It's exactly what is meant to be." You said firmly, albeit not unkindly or harshly.

She tensed at the sudden contact for a moment, trying to resist you for a second, but then, resigned, she gives in and lets you. She looked at her skin next to yours, the colourful designs merging perfectly.

"I'm scared." She suddenly whispered, just the admission of such a weakness makes her close her eyes for a second, clearly ashamed of it. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart didn't admit weakness, and she certainly didn't show it. At least not at work. She was a warm and open person with her kids, not afraid to show emotions and vulnerabilities. But she was used to this mask of a fearless, composed leader, and she was fine with it.

"Why?" You asked gently, a bit surprised by her admission. It wasn't something you had expected, Kate to be afraid of anything. Your thumb absent mindedly rubbed circles over her wrist.

A soft shiver ran through her at the contact. Her skin was so smooth, the perfect contrast to the roughness of your own. Your eyes traced the patterns on her skin, the colourful and delicate shapes, your heart instinctively fluttering. Kate was silent for a long time, the ticking of a wall clock marking the passing of seconds, that felt like hours.

"Love is never simple. It's not a fairytale. It's messy and ugly at times, heartbreaking and devastating," as if remembering something from her past she suddenly looked at you again, pain and sadness in her eyes as she spoke in a whisper, "I don't want that for you.

To her surprise you smiled. Your free hand came up and cupped the side of her neck, the thumb gently rubbing over her jaw. "I want it all. The mess and the pain and the tears. All of it, if only it means I'll be with you."

It almost looked like she'd lose her composure for a second when you touched her like that. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment it looked as if she might even cry. But she pulls herself together again. Slowly, shaking a bit, her hand came up to cover yours, holding it in place against the side of her neck. Your touch felt so warm and comforting. How had you managed to not touch for so long, when it felt so heavenly?

"That's right." You softly whispered, the smile still on your lips. "Nothing wrong with this." Gently your other hand came up as well, settling on the other side of her jaw. Your thumb ever so softly brushing over her lips. She almost trembled in your hands. The contact sent tingles down her body and she realised how much she had missed it. A gentle touch, skin on skin, the soft caress of another human.

Unable to withstand it any longer she closed her eyes and leaned into your touch a bit, feeling how a bit of the tension slipped out of her body for the first time in years. Without realising it tears were slipping down her cheeks, but you immediately caught them with your thumbs, brushing them away.

"This is so right. We're soulmates, Katie." You whispered tenderly, like a caress of her soul. "I'm yours and you're mine." An involuntary smile spread over Kate's lips at that and her eyes fluttered open. She swallowed hard, pulling herself back together and nodding slightly. "Alright." Her voice was a bit rough, and it made you shiver.

"Come here" You whispered at that, needing to feel her lips on yours now. She smiled a bit, a familiar glimmer of mischief back in her eyes and a few seconds later you captured her lips in a kiss. And it was right, like the Universe had meant for this. Which, it in fact had.

[wolf-and-raven-dreaming]

pls don’t tag your comic with gaiman’s name. that tag is being used to discuss his sexual assault of five women

I understand that. Believe me, I do. But I am not tagging his name specifically. It is still something linked to him in some way due to it being Sandman related. That is how I have been tagging this fan comic since 2022, so I am sorry if it's not to your liking. If anything, I will try to find another way to link it, but it’s probably still not going to be to your liking.

I have stated that I will not discuss this matter on this blog. I don't have the energy to keep changing things when this situation is going on right now.

[crownedwille]

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[prosebushpatch]

In my humble opinion, the successful retellings of Snow White take the relationship between Snow and the Wicked Queen and really dig into why the queen is so desperate to be beautiful and why Snow is still the fairest because of her kindness.

My favorite examples of this are Gail Carson Levine's Fairest, and the movie Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves. In both of these retellings, Snow White is conventionally unattractive. And how society views Snow White in these stories is drastically different from how they view the Wicked Queen. There is a privilege to being beautiful. Both Snow White and the Wicked Queen know this. But the Wicked Queen will do anything to have that privilege--that power--over her subjects. Whether it's to use her beauty to manipulate people or because she's desperate for love is what makes her such an interesting character. Snow White, on the other hand, gets a taste of how people would treat her if she was conventionally attractive, at least in these stories. And when she realizes that people are finally able to appreciate her or praise her or HELP HER because of her looks, she's forced to ask herself the question whether she'll choose to keep being "beautiful" or if she'll go back to being herself because society's definition of beauty isn't worth the cost.

Snow White and the Wicked Queen are foils. They represent how conventional beauty standards can pressure woman and pit them against each other. They represent how a mother, related by blood or not, can become jealous because the simple act of growing older makes her less attractive than her daughter in society's eyes and that means she's going to be treated differently as a result.

All this to say, if you turn Snow White's story into Snow White becomes a "Strong Independent Female Who Doesn't Need Any Prince And Is Growing Into the Leader She was Born to Be" then you lose that commentary about what true beauty is. You lose the chance to ask what makes someone the fairest and why. If you aren't asking why the Wicked Queen wants to be the fairest to the point of having a huntsman cut out a child's heart, then you're missing out on the entire point of the fairy tale.

[mc-critical]

1.10 / 1.09

[pens-and-paperbacks]

Endeavor is almost a perfect allegory for what the society in the mha universe does to people who can't be heroes or use their quirks in a way to benefit society, which is cast them aside or pass them over without over giving them a second glance until uh-oh! Suddenly they're worth being noticed because they're a threat.

He apologizes to his family, which is good! If you're a bad person and did terrible things, the first step in your own transformation and atonement should be to acknowledge what you've done and to apologize to those you've wronged. Great!

Thing is, Endeavor set off a chain reaction with his abusive, neglectful and downright irresponsible choices that it damaged everyone in his family for life.

I don't think someone who causes one of their own children to literally go up in flames, crying because they're finally getting attention from their father and family in the very end, ever deserves to be forgiven.

[itspileofgoodthings]

cause it wasn’t sexy once it wasn’t forbidden!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sportsthoughts]

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[martyrbat]

when people who have ‘i block liberally’ in their bios learn they actually have to block people & cultivate their own dash:

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

"Do you not realize it? Do you... truly not see what this means?"

The next Destiny Bond update is in progress! ❄️✨ –> Check out the latest part here 🔷 –> New to the series? Follow from the start! 💜

[jumpyrope]

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Looks legit to me, and I'd much rather support a scammer than shun a genuine person in need of help anyway. It hurts seeing how many posts like these there are, knowing that i can't help everyone.

But it's like the crabs on the beach story about the man tossing hundreds of crabs back into the water so they wouldn't die on land. There's too many crabs to save all of them, and someone asks him why he bothers when it doesn't make a difference. He tosses a crab into the water and replies, "it made a difference to that one."

I think we could all be a little more like that man in the story. Even a small difference is a difference.

[neverendingford]

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