#thanks so much for the encouragements and support and so much more!

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 9: Shitfaced

summary : (y/n) goes to visit her family in New York before having to leave.

mentions : fluff, modern au, fame au, very suggestive smut, partying, drinking, smoking, family being supportive, my horrible attempts at writing very mild smut

notes: one more chapter to go y’all…so I made this one as long as I could. 😝

After the concert, you stepped out of the VIP section, weaving through the crowd on your way backstage. A couple of security guards flanked you, ensuring your path was clear. Just as you reached the corridor leading to the backstage area, you heard someone call your name.

Curious, you turned around and saw a group of girls standing nearby. They were decked out in Shattered Souls merch, clutching posters and their phones, some already recording. Their excitement was palpable. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should approach, but their bright smiles encouraged you to walk over.

“Hi,” you greeted with a warm smile.

One of the girls wasted no time and blurted, “Is it true you’re dating Sevika?”

Her boldness caught you off guard, but you managed to keep your composure. “Wow, straight to the point,” you said with a small laugh. “I mean… yeah, you could say that.”

The group erupted in a mix of reactions—gasps, squeals, and murmurs of surprise and excitement.

“You’re so pretty. No wonder Sevika is with you,” one of them said, her voice full of admiration.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Oh, thank you so much,” you replied, genuinely touched.

“Can you sign my poster?” another girl asked, holding out a Sharpie and a glossy band poster.

You hesitated, glancing at the poster. “Are you sure you want me to? I’m not even in the band,” you said, chuckling nervously.

“Yes, I’m sure!” the girl insisted, nodding eagerly.

With a small smile, you took the Sharpie and carefully signed your name in a corner, trying not to ruin the pristine artwork. “Alright, there you go,” you said, handing it back.

As soon as the first autograph was given, the other girls chimed in, asking you to sign their posters, shirts, and even their arms. You obliged, feeling a mix of awkwardness and flattery.

“I hope you guys enjoyed the concert,” you told them with a grin as you handed the last poster back.

As you were talking to the group of girls, their chatter suddenly shifted into excited screams. You caught bits of their words—“Oh my god, it’s Sevika!” and “Can I get an autograph?”—and turned to see what the commotion was about. There she was, walking toward you, radiating confidence and presence in a way that made everything around her fade.

“Damn…” you muttered under your breath, unable to stop yourself from staring. You saw her on that stage…but face to face was a different story. She wore a tight black compression shirt cropped just enough to show off the intricate tattoos running along her stomach and arms, paired with jeans that fit her perfectly, accentuating her v-line. A choker wrapped snugly around her neck, complementing her edgy look. Her hair was pulled back into a man bun, showing off her numerous ear piercings, her undercut and the eyebrow piercing that made her even more striking.

You frowned slightly when you noticed the cigarette hanging from her mouth. You hated when she smoked, but you decided to let it slide, considering the fans were watching and you didn’t want to make a scene.

Her voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Is this what took you so long?” Sevika asked, the cigarette bouncing slightly as she spoke.

“I couldn’t just ignore them,” you replied, gesturing toward the eager fans.

She smirked and took the Sharpie out of your hand before grabbing a few of their posters. Without skipping a beat, she began signing them, her movements casual but deliberate.

“You guys are so good together,” one of the fans said, and a few others chimed in, agreeing enthusiastically.

Sevika’s smirk deepened, and for a split second, you almost lost your footing. That look of hers had a way of making you feel weak in the knees. “Thanks,” she said smoothly, handing the signed posters back. Then she looked at the group and added, “If you don’t mind, we both gotta head out.��

The fans groaned softly but nodded, clearly thrilled with the brief interaction.

Sevika slid a hand to the small of your back, her touch firm yet gentle, and started guiding you toward the backstage entrance. One of the guards stationed there opened the door for you both, giving Sevika a quick nod of acknowledgment.

Once inside, the noise of the crowd quieted behind the thick doors. Sevika flicked the cigarette out of her mouth into a nearby ashtray and turned to you with a teasing grin. “You were really soaking up the attention out there, huh?”

“Jealous?” you teased back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, leaning down to kiss your temple. “But they’re right, you know. We are good together.”

Her words left a warm flutter in your chest as you made your way further backstage, Sevika’s hand still firmly on your back, as if she was silently reminding you—and everyone else—that you were hers.

“Who styled you today? You look really good,” you asked, admiring Sevika as you walked together.

She smirked and leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, slow kiss that left your head spinning. When she pulled back, her voice was smooth and low. “I styled myself. Stylist couldn’t make it.”

“Dress like this more. It shows off everything just the way I like it,” you teased, grinning up at her.

“And what do you like about it?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stepped closer, closing the gap between you.

“That your muscles pop out, your v-line, and your piercings, and that undercut,” you said, biting your lip before adding with a playful smirk, “God… I’d let you fuck me right here if we could.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow at your boldness, her grin widening. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” she murmured, her voice laced with temptation as she moved in closer.

Before you could respond, Jinx burst into the room with her usual dramatic timing. “You guys are not fucking in here,” she interrupted, shooting both of you a pointed look as she grabbed the last of her things. “Now let’s go, please. I wanna see my man.”

You laughed and playfully pushed Sevika away. “You heard the woman. Let’s go,” you said, shaking your head.

Sevika rolled her eyes but chuckled, grabbing her gear. You walked over to Jinx, helping her with the last few items. Together, the three of you carried everything out, loading it onto the bus waiting outside. Sevika stayed close behind you the entire time, her hand occasionally brushing against yours, as if she couldn’t help but stay connected.

Jinx glanced at the two of you, rolling her eyes with a grin. “You two are so obvious it’s disgusting,” she said with a laugh before hopping onto the bus.

The following morning, you decided to visit your family before flying back to California. The band’s tour would continue, but a major sponsorship opportunity had come up, one you couldn’t afford to pass on. You also felt that being around Sevika 24/7 might end up distracting her, especially since she couldn’t seem to keep her hands—or her mouth—off of you since you two started dating.

After packing a bag full of gifts, you hailed a taxi to your childhood home. The snow outside glittered under the morning sun, and you felt a familiar warmth bubbling inside you despite the chill. When you reached the house, you took a moment to soak it all in before knocking on the door.

It swung open, revealing your mother, who immediately gasped and pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh, my baby,” she said, her voice cracking as happy tears spilled from her eyes. She pulled back, holding your arms as she looked you over.

“You’ve gotten so skinny!” she said, frowning slightly. “Come inside—I’ll fatten you up.” She tugged you in, closing the door behind you.

“Ryan! RYAN! Our baby is here!” she shouted into the house.

You couldn’t help but snort at her yelling, and moments later, your father came rushing down the stairs, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Oh… my angel,” he said, wrapping you in a firm hug.

Before you could respond, you heard the familiar sound of tiny paws on the floor. Your childhood yorkie, Sammie, came barreling toward you, tail wagging furiously.

“Oh, my sweet boy!” you cooed, scooping him up and peppering his face with kisses before setting him gently on the couch.

“How long can you stay?” your mom asked eagerly, her hands still on your shoulders as if she didn’t want to let you go.

You gave her an apologetic smile. “You know I can’t stay long, Ma. But I’ll be back for Easter—I wouldn’t miss the family reunion for anything.”

You gestured toward the bag you’d brought, grinning. “But I brought some things for you guys.”

The next few minutes were filled with excited gasps and heartfelt thank-yous as you handed out the gifts. Your mom beamed when she saw the expensive jacket and heated blanket, immediately hugging both to her chest. Your dad was equally thrilled with his jacket, blanket, and new work boots, which he joked would make him the envy of the entire construction site. Even Sammie wasn’t left out—he barked happily when you gave him a new dog bed, tiny sweaters, and treats specially made for his fragile teeth.

The biggest gift, however, was when you handed your parents your black card. “Use this to pay off anything you need—bills, repairs, whatever,” you said firmly.

Your mom teared up again, hugging you tightly, while your dad gave you a proud smile and ruffled your hair.

As you all sat down in the living room, Sammie curled up on your lap, your mom brought up something you’d half-expected. “So… we saw the news,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. “About you and that girl—what’s her name? Sevika?”

You chuckled, feeling a little shy but knowing they’d be supportive. “Yeah, her name’s Sevika. We’re together now.”

Your mom’s eyes lit up, and your dad nodded approvingly. “Well, you’ve dated girls before, so it’s not exactly a shock. But this one… she seems like a strong woman,” your dad said with a smile.

“She is,” you replied, thinking back to Sevika’s no-nonsense attitude and her unwavering confidence. “She’s… amazing, honestly. A little rough around the edges, but she’s got a good heart.”

Your mom grinned. “Well, if she makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

“She does,” you said softly, your heart swelling with warmth at their approval.

Your dad gave you a sly smile. “Just don’t let her scare off the family at Easter.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll keep her in check, I promise.”

The rest of the visit was spent catching up, sharing stories, and enjoying the comfort of home—a brief but much-needed reminder of where you came from and the love that surrounded you.

You let the moment sink in, warmth spreading through you as you felt the love and acceptance from your parents. But then, their words fully registered, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Wait—what? You want her to come to the reunion?” you asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Your parents exchanged a look before nodding in unison, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Finn came for the two years you two were together… so why not Sevika?” your mom asked, her tone light but curious.

You blinked at her, caught off guard by the comparison. “Fuck… because of Grandpa,” you blurted out, your voice tinged with frustration. “He’s very homophobic. And Sevika has a short temper.”

Your dad shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Just ignore him. He’s old-fashioned, that’s all,” he said, as though that excused your grandfather’s behavior.

You shot him a skeptical look. “Old-fashioned? He told me I was going to hell when I brought Finn to Thanksgiving just because he had tattoos and piercings. And that was before Finn even said a single word to him. Imagine what he says when a tall, masculine woman, with tattoos and piercings comes into the room.”

Your mom waved a hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter what Grandpa thinks. You’re our child, and you’re always welcome to bring whoever makes you happy. Sevika included.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you weighed their words. The idea of introducing Sevika to your extended family—especially your grandfather—felt like opening a can of worms. But at the same time, you didn’t want to hide her away like some kind of secret.

Finally, you took a deep breath, letting it out in a long exhale. “Fine,” you said reluctantly. “I’ll invite her.”

Your mom beamed, clearly pleased with your decision. “Good! I’m sure she’ll do great. Besides, your cousins will love her.”

You weren’t sure whether that was comforting or terrifying, but you nodded anyway, already mentally preparing for the chaos Easter was bound to bring.

When you returned to the hotel, the warm hum of music greeted you as you pushed the door open. Inside, Sevika was perched on the couch, her guitar resting against her lap as her fingers skillfully strummed a melody. The rest of the band was scattered around the room—Caitlyn scribbling in a notebook, Vi tapping out a rhythm on the edge of the coffee table, and Jinx lounging on the floor, absently humming along. It was clear they were deep into working on new material, their faces a mix of concentration and quiet intensity.

“I’m back,” you announced, stepping into the room and setting your bag down by the door.

“Welcome back,” they all said in unison, their voices subdued but warm.

You paused, glancing around at their expressions. The energy in the room was heavy—bittersweet, no doubt because your departure was looming. You knew they felt it just as much as you did. Not wanting to let the mood linger, you clapped your hands together, a mischievous smile spreading across your face.

“Do you guys maybe wanna go clubbing one last time before I have to leave?” you asked, your tone light and inviting.

Caitlyn looked up from her notebook, her brows arching with interest. “Of course,” she said, her voice cutting through the somber atmosphere.

“Good,” you said, grinning as you stepped further into the room. “Because I know the perfect place we can go. It’s gonna be a night to remember.”

Jinx perked up instantly, her energy flipping like a switch. “Ohhh, I’m in! I need to blow off some steam anyway.” She hopped to her feet, practically bouncing with excitement.

Vi leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face. “A night out with you is always interesting. I’m down.”

Sevika’s eyes met yours from where she sat, her fingers still lightly brushing over the strings of her guitar. She smirked. “If you’re leading, I’ll follow. Just don’t get us into too much trouble.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “No promises.”

As the mood in the room lifted, the band started to come alive with chatter and excitement, tossing out ideas for what to wear and speculating on what kind of place you were taking them to. Sevika set her guitar aside, standing and stretching before walking over to you.

“Got anything fancy in mind for tonight, or are we going full chaos mode?” she teased, her tone low and playful.

You leaned up to whisper, “Why not both?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “That’s dangerous.”

With plans set and spirits high, everyone began to scatter, grabbing their things and getting ready for the night ahead. You felt a spark of excitement yourself, knowing this would be a perfect sendoff—not just for you, but for all of you as a group.

You took your time getting ready that evening, pulling the delicate black mesh top over your head and adjusting the shredded, figure-hugging skirt to perfection. The ensemble highlighted every curve while maintaining a bold, edgy vibe. After ensuring your makeup was flawless, with smoky eyes and deep plum lipstick, you slipped on a pair of heels that completed the look. Checking yourself in the mirror, you nodded in approval. Tonight, you were all in.

The sound of the shower stopped, followed by the soft padding of feet as Sevika stepped out of the bathroom. The moment you turned to look, your breath hitched. She was wearing a black, tight-fitting crop top with a daring cutout that framed her cleavage, paired with low-rise black cargo pants and her signature black boots. Her damp hair was styled into a loose man bun, showcasing her sharp features and confident stance.

Sevika paused mid-step, her eyes drinking you in with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “Damn,” she muttered, her lips curving into a sly grin as she closed the distance between you. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Before you could respond, she pulled you close, her lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Her calloused hands rested on your hips, and the faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air. You melted into her embrace, letting yourself be consumed by her touch until you gently pushed against her chest. “Sev,” you murmured, breaking the kiss, “this lipstick is kiss-proof, not face-sucking-proof.”

Sevika chuckled, her smirk widening as her thumb brushed along your jawline. “Noted. But don’t blame me if I lose all control tonight.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing your clutch. “Let’s just make it to the club first.”

Before you and Sevika headed out the door to meet the others downstairs, you grabbed her arm, halting her in her tracks. She turned to you with a slight frown, her confusion evident.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

“Easter,” you said simply, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words.

Her eyebrow quirked up. “What about Easter?”

You took a deep breath, your fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of your sweater. “My family has this huge reunion that day here in New York. They bring everyone—girlfriends, boyfriends, close friends, the whole nine yards. My parents… they want you to come,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady.

Sevika’s other eyebrow joined the first, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “Nice to know they like me,” she said with a smirk. Then her head tilted slightly. “But, baby, that’s not for another four months. Why are you telling me this now?”

You let out a small laugh, feeling a bit silly for bringing it up so early. “Just so you can put it on your calendar. You know, block the date or whatever,” you said, flashing her a small, shy smile.

Her smirk softened into a fond grin, and she cupped your cheek for a brief moment. “Of course, I’m coming. Wouldn’t miss it,” she said confidently before dropping her hand back to her side.

“Let’s go before they leave us,” she added, intertwining her fingers with yours and tugging you toward the door.

With a final glance back at the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything, you followed her downstairs to join the others. The energy was already buzzing as the group prepped for a night of clubbing, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease knowing Sevika had agreed to meet your family, even if the thought of introducing her to your grandfather still made your stomach twist.

When you arrived at the club, the place was buzzing, packed wall-to-wall just like the old days when you’d sneak in as a college student. The line to get inside snaked around the block, but you weren’t about to wait. Without a second thought, you weaved your way through the crowd, earning a mix of side-eyes and grumbles from the people in line.

“Excuse me, sorry, coming through,” you mumbled as you squeezed past, flashing polite smiles at anyone who gave you a dirty look.

Behind you, the others stood in stunned silence, watching you bulldoze through like you owned the place. Sevika shook her head with a smirk and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, as the others exchanged hesitant glances.

Finally, you reached the front of the line, coming face-to-face with two familiar faces: the same security guards who used to let you and your broke college friends in after you promised to bring them food. One of them squinted at you, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Well, if it isn’t the superstar!” he boomed, giving you a playful ruffle of your perfectly styled hair. “I remember when you were nothing but a broke college student sneaking in here!”

You swatted his hand away with an annoyed huff, quickly smoothing your hair back into place. “C’mon, can you let me in already? I’ve got a valid ID now—and so do my friends back there,” you said, jerking your thumb toward the group still lingering at the back of the line.

The guard raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, before breaking into a grin. “Of course, of course. You being here will definitely get us more business tonight,” he said as he unhooked the velvet rope and held the door open for you.

You turned back and waved at the group, motioning for them to follow. Sevika pushed off the wall immediately, striding forward without hesitation, while the others hesitated briefly before trailing behind her.

As soon as you stepped inside, the pounding bass of the music washed over you, the heat of the packed club hitting you like a wave. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and faint traces of expensive perfume.

Before you could even fully take in your surroundings, a tray of shots was shoved into your hands. The bartender grinned at you from across the counter, shouting something you could barely hear over the music.

You smirked, already feeling the adrenaline coursing through you. This night was going to be a blur—of drinks, dancing, and undoubtedly some trouble. You glanced over at Sevika, who had already claimed her first drink of the night, her sharp eyes scanning the room like she owned the place.

Yeah, you were getting fucked up tonight—in more ways than one. 

The night was wild, and the drinks had long since gone to your head. You and Caitlyn, in your usual drunken mischief, had taken over the club. Jinx joined the chaos this time, amping up the energy. Every time one of your favorite songs blared through the speakers, the three of you clambered onto tables or stages, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

Your balance was nonexistent, and your vision swam with colors and faces that blurred together. But even through the haze, one figure stood out like a lighthouse in a storm: Sevika. She was leaning casually against the wall with Vi, her sharp eyes scanning the club while she nursed a glass of whiskey.

Everything seemed perfect—until you noticed the girl.

She was tall and confident, sidling up to Sevika and leaning in far too close. Her hand rested on Sevika’s arm, her lips moving as she whispered something into Sevika's ear. Your heart sank, a fire sparking in your chest as you watched. Those were your arms she was touching. That was your girl.

The crowd around you swayed and cheered, but all you could focus on was Sevika and that stranger. Without thinking, you waved down a random guy in the crowd. “Hey! Can you help me down?”

He looked uncertain but nodded, grabbing you gently by the waist and lowering you off the table. Your legs wobbled beneath you, and you nearly stumbled, but determination propelled you forward. You pushed your way through the sea of people, muttering apologies as you bumped into shoulders and spilled a few drinks along the way.

Sevika spotted you almost immediately. She brushed off the girl without hesitation, her steely gaze softening when she saw your tipsy form struggling toward her. By the time you got close, she stepped in, grabbing your arm to steady you before you could faceplant into someone.

“What’s my pretty girl doing?” she asked, her low voice almost drowned out by the music. She pulled you close, her arm wrapping securely around your waist.

“I came to see what you were doing with that bimbo,” you answered bluntly, your intoxicated state stripping away any filter as you glared at the girl as she rolled her eyes and walked away.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Nothing. I rejected her. I’m yours, baby.”

“Mine?” you asked, a sly smile creeping across your lips as your fingers toyed with the collar of her shirt.

“Yeah,” she murmured, leaning in closer. “And you’re mine.”

She sealed her promise with a kiss, her lips capturing yours in a way that made your knees even weaker than they already were. You melted into her, your arms wrapping around her neck as you leaned into the kiss, deepening it without a care for the people around you.

With a laugh, you practically pounced on her, your legs wrapping around her waist. Sevika caught you effortlessly, her hands finding purchase—one on your thigh, the other firmly gripping your ass. She pulled back slightly, smirking at your flushed face and needy expression.

“Jesus, you two fuck like rabbits,” Vi called out loudly, rolling her eyes as she walked past. Her voice was just loud enough to cut through the music and reach your ears.

You glanced over Sevika’s shoulder in time to see Vi shaking her head before disappearing into the crowd, likely heading off to find Caitlyn and get up to the same kind of trouble.

You didn’t care, though. Your focus was locked on Sevika, her whiskey-scented breath brushing against your cheek as she whispered, “Let’s see how long you can stay on me this time.”

The next thing you knew, you were pressed up against the wall of an empty bathroom stall, your lips crashing against Sevika’s in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped your waist tightly as if anchoring you to her. The scent of whiskey on her breath mixed with the faint smell of your own perfume, a heady combination that made you lightheaded.

Sevika pulled back slightly, her lips trailing down to your neck. She found that sweet spot that made your knees buckle, sucking gently while her hand moved to steady you. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured against your skin. “Every time I see you, it’s like you’re even more gorgeous than the last time.”

Her words made your chest tighten in the best way. You tugged on her jacket, making her look at you. Your brows furrowed as you scanned her face, noting the slight glassiness in her eyes and the way her smirk was a little looser than usual. “Wait… You’re drunk,” you said, the realization dawning on you. “I’ve never seen you drunk before.”

Sevika chuckled lowly, her hands still gripping your waist. “You’re even more fucked up,” she teased, a rare smile pulling at her lips.

You both burst into laughter, the kind that only two drunk people could share, until Sevika’s hand slipped under your skirt, making you gasp. Her fingers brushed against your damp panties, and her grin widened. “Do you love me, baby?” she asked, her voice lower, more serious now.

Your breath hitched as her fingers pressed against you through the thin fabric. “I love you so much,” you managed to whisper, your hands tangling in her hair.

Before you could fully lose yourself in her touch, a sudden click and a flash of light snapped both of you out of the moment.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, immediately looking up. Through the slight gap in the stall door, you spotted a girl standing there with a professional camera in hand, her eyes wide with a mix of guilt and excitement.

Sevika whipped around, her body shielding you instinctively. “Are you kidding me?” she growled, but before either of you could react, the girl darted out of the bathroom like her life depended on it.

“Shit,” Sevika cursed under her breath, her hand pulling out from under your skirt as she straightened up. “Paparazzi.”

You felt your heart racing, the adrenaline sobering you up slightly. “What the hell was she doing in here? What if she already sent those pictures?”

Sevika ran a hand through her hair, her jaw tight. “We’ll deal with it,” she said firmly, her protective demeanor taking over. “No one’s gonna mess with us, baby. But for now, let’s get out of here before someone else walks in.”

She grabbed your hand, steadying you as you adjusted your skirt. The two of you left the stall cautiously, Sevika’s arm draped protectively around your shoulders as she scanned the room for any more unwanted eyes.

As you both exited the bathroom, you spotted the girl near the edge of the dance floor, trying to slip through the crowd with her camera clutched tightly. You didn’t even need to say anything. Sevika had already locked eyes on her, her jaw tightening as she began moving through the sea of people with purpose.

“Sevika—” you started, but she cut you off with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve got this,” she said firmly, her voice low and menacing.

You stayed close behind her as she pushed through the crowd with ease, her towering presence parting people like waves. The girl must have realized she was being followed because she glanced over her shoulder and quickened her pace. Sevika wasn’t about to let her get away.

By the time the girl reached the club’s entrance, Sevika was on her. She grabbed the girl by the back of her coat, stopping her in her tracks. The girl let out a startled yelp, but before she could say anything, Sevika leaned in close, her voice dripping with venom.

“You think you can snap pictures of us and just walk out of here?” Sevika growled, her grip tightening on the girl’s coat. “We’re going to have a little chat outside.”

The girl stammered, “I—I didn’t mean any harm! It’s just my job!”

Sevika didn’t respond. She simply dragged the girl toward the side exit, ignoring her weak protests. You followed behind, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the three of you stepped into the cold night air.

Once in the alley, Sevika shoved the girl against the brick wall, her arm pressed firmly against the girl’s chest to keep her in place. “Start talking,” she demanded, her tone deadly calm.

“I—I’m with The Pulse! I’m a paparazzo! It’s my job to get stories on celebrities!” the girl blurted out, her hands trembling as she clutched her camera.

“Do I look like I care about your job?” Sevika snapped, leaning in closer. “What did you think you were going to do with those pictures, huh? Sell them? Ruin her career? I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in that club tonight.”

The girl shook her head frantically, her face pale. “No! I wasn’t going to sell them! I swear, I’ll delete them right now!”

“You’re damn right you will,” Sevika hissed. She stepped back slightly, giving the girl just enough room to breathe, but keeping her glare locked on her. “Hand it over.”

The girl fumbled with her camera, her hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. She handed it to Sevika, who shoved it into your hands. “Go through it. Make sure she deletes every last picture,” Sevika said, her eyes never leaving the girl’s terrified face.

You quickly scrolled through the camera, finding the incriminating photos of you and Sevika in the bathroom. “Here they are,” you said, showing Sevika before hitting the delete button. “Gone. All of them.”

“Good,” Sevika said, her voice cold. She turned her attention back to the girl. “Listen to me, and listen good. If I ever see you again—if you even *think* about taking another picture of us—I won’t be this nice next time. Got it?”

The girl nodded furiously, tears streaming down her face. “I—I got it! I won’t bother you again! I promise!”

Sevika stepped back, letting her go. “Get out of here,” she growled, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The girl didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted out of the alley, her footsteps echoing against the walls as she disappeared into the night.

Sevika turned to you, her expression softening as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

You nodded, still a little shaken but relieved. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

She smirked, pulling you into her arms. “No one’s messing with you on my watch, baby.”

You let out a small laugh, leaning into her embrace. “You’re my hero.”

“Damn right I am,” she teased. “Now let’s get back inside. I need another drink after dealing with that.”

You both headed back into the club, the tense moment behind you, but a newfound appreciation for Sevika’s unwavering loyalty warming your heart.

As you and Sevika walked back toward the entrance of the club, you spotted Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx standing near the doorway. Their expressions were etched with concern, and Vi had her arms crossed, clearly on edge.

“What happened?” Vi asked as soon as she saw you, her sharp eyes darting between you and Sevika. “We saw you both rush out. Looked serious.”

Caitlyn took a step forward, her brows furrowed. “Did someone do something to you?” she asked, her voice soft but with an underlying firmness.

Jinx tilted her head, her usual manic energy subdued for once. “Who do I need to blow up?” she asked, half-joking, though you couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t actually follow through.

You exchanged a quick glance with Sevika, who shrugged, her expression unreadable. “It’s handled,” she said gruffly, as if that was enough explanation.

Vi wasn’t having it. “Handled? Sevika, you don’t just drag someone into an alley for no reason. Spill.”

You sighed, deciding to step in before things escalated. “It was a paparazzo,” you explained, folding your arms to mimic Vi’s stance. “She followed us into the bathroom and took pictures.”

“What the hell?” Caitlyn said, her tone tinged with disbelief. “That’s not just invasive; that’s downright illegal.”

“Did you get the camera?” Vi pressed, her protective instincts kicking in.

“Yeah,” Sevika said, her voice low and gruff. “She deleted the photos. Won’t be bothering us again.”

Jinx narrowed her eyes, a sly smirk forming on her lips. “She must’ve been scared shitless after running into you. I bet you threatened the hell out of her, huh?”

Sevika shrugged nonchalantly, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe a little,” she admitted.

Caitlyn’s concern hadn’t entirely faded. “Are you both okay, though? That kind of thing can be… unnerving.”

You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “We’re fine. It’s just part of the territory, I guess.”

Vi still looked annoyed but finally relaxed her stance, shaking her head. “People are unbelievable. You can’t even have a night out without someone trying to pull this crap.”

“Exactly,” Jinx chimed in, now grinning mischievously. “Which is why we should totally get wasted and forget about it. Drinks on me!”

That earned a laugh from you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter. “I’ll hold you to that,” you said, reaching out to give Jinx a playful nudge.

Sevika placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you all toward the bar. “Let’s go. The night’s not over yet,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As the five of you made your way back into the crowd, you felt a sense of comfort. Despite the chaos, you were surrounded by people who had your back no matter what.

When you and Sevika stumbled back into the hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before you burst into giggles, leaning heavily against her sturdy frame. The both of you were drunk out of your minds, but while you felt like the room was spinning, Sevika seemed to hold it all together, her usual calm demeanor intact despite the alcohol coursing through her veins.

You clung to her arm, your hands wandering as you pressed your body against hers, your lips brushing against her jaw. “You’re so… sexy,” you slurred, your voice heavy with desire.

Sevika chuckled, low and deep, her hands steady as they rested on your hips to keep you upright. “You’re the sexy one, baby. Can barely keep my eyes off you tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with warmth.

She leaned down to kiss you, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours, but you stopped her, placing your fingers on her mouth and shaking your head. “I can’t,” you whispered breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Why not?” she teased, tilting her head as she looked at you with amused curiosity.

“Because… it’s gonna lead to more,” you said, your cheeks flushed and your voice shaky as your fingers trailed down her arm.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing against your cheek as she held your face gently. “I don’t mind,” she said simply, her tone deep and confident.

Before you could protest further, her lips captured yours in a kiss so passionate that it left your knees weak. You melted into her, allowing her to guide you back toward the bed. As the back of your knees hit the edge, you let yourself fall, sinking into the plush mattress as Sevika leaned over you.

Her lips left a trail of heat across your skin, from your jawline down to your collarbone, her hands expertly sliding off your shirt, and unclamping your bra. Her kisses became more insistent, her teeth grazing lightly against your skin as she worked her way lower.

Your breath hitched as Sevika made her way between your thighs, practically devouring your heat, her strong hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. “Fuck…” you moaned, your head falling back against the pillow as a wave of pleasure shot through you.

Sevika looked up at you briefly, her smirk returning. “You’re so damn perfect,” she murmured before diving back in, her tongue working magic as she made you forget everything but the two of you in this moment.

After she finally decided she was done with you, Sevika smirked lazily and stretched out beside you on the bed, her arm draped across her stomach as she let out a satisfied sigh. You were still catching your breath, your body warm and tingling, but you couldn’t help but glance over at her.

She looked utterly relaxed, her hair slightly tousled, and her lips curved in a faint grin. You shifted closer, propping yourself up on one elbow. “I wanna give you something in return,” you said, your voice soft but playful.

Sevika turned her head toward you, her half-lidded gaze meeting yours. “No, it’s okay,” she murmured, her deep voice raspy from exhaustion and contentment.

You narrowed your eyes at her, a teasing grin spreading across your face. “I’m gonna do it anyway,” you declared with a mischievous tone.

Before she could respond, you leaned over and kissed her, your lips pressing softly but firmly against hers. Despite her earlier protest, she didn’t hesitate to melt into the kiss, her hand instinctively coming up to rest on your cheek. The kiss deepened for a moment, the connection between you palpable.

When you finally pulled away, you didn’t stop there. You began trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, your lips brushing against her skin as you went. Her breathing slowed, and you felt her chest rise and fall steadily beneath your hand.

But just as you were about to continue, you paused, hearing something you didn’t expect—soft snoring.

You froze, lifting your head to look at her. Sure enough, Sevika’s eyes were closed, and she was out cold, her snores light but unmistakable.

You stared at her in disbelief, your mouth hanging open slightly. “Ugh… rude,” you muttered, rolling your eyes with a half-laugh as you flopped back onto your side of the bed.

After Sevika fell asleep mid-kiss, you sighed in disbelief, still hovering over her. You sat up, staring at her peaceful face, the corners of her lips still curved ever so slightly into a faint smirk even in her sleep. She looked ridiculously comfortable, sprawled out on the bed without a care in the world, leaving you to deal with her fully clothed state.

You shook your head, muttering, “Of course, she falls asleep like this.”

Deciding she needed to be more comfortable, you carefully sat up and began removing her boots. They were heavy, and you struggled to tug them off her feet. “God, Sev… you’re like dead weight when you’re asleep,” you joked, grunting as the second boot finally slipped off and clattered to the floor.

Moving on, you unbuckled her belt, sliding it off with some effort before working on her pants. Her dead weight made it an ordeal, and as you tugged at the fabric, you grumbled, “I swear, you could sleep through an earthquake.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, you managed to peel the pants off, leaving her in just her boxers. You chuckled softly at how peaceful she looked, completely unbothered by your efforts.

Next, you moved to her shirt, gently pulling it over her head to avoid waking her. As you revealed her toned torso and sports bra, you couldn’t help but admire her even in this moment. “Not fair how good you look, even when you’re passed out,” you teased quietly to yourself, tossing her shirt to the side.

Once she was finally stripped down to her sports bra and boxers, you adjusted her on the bed, tucking the blanket over her. “There. Now you’re comfortable,” you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

You climbed back into bed beside her, exhaustion finally catching up to you. Despite her earlier “rudeness,” you couldn’t stay mad. With a smile, you snuggled up to her side, letting the sound of her steady breathing lull you to sleep.

- (ran out of photo limits 😔)

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[babsaros]

t4t lesbian couple facing imminent eviction

We have just under two weeks to figure out where we're going now.

After 5 years of living here with no issues, my personal relationship with our landlord has suddenly deteriorated to the point of hostility and intolerable disrespect. They gave us until the 31st to be out of their house and we intend to follow through fully. Our bathroom is freezing due to holes in the walls and poor insulation. The shower gets moldy from it growing in the walls. We can always, ALWAYS hear stomping footsteps and loud conversations overhead. The landlord has recently been coming into our bedroom while we're not home to mess with our belongings without informing us. We cannot use the kitchen unless it is very late at night, so we have to be extremely quiet or risk getting in trouble for waking the dogs up, so we skip meals or get takeout. We don't have windows. Living here is incredibly detrimental to our mental health and overall wellbeing, we cannot do it anymore.

I've been applying to every apartment we can find within our budget, but the majority of listings turn out to be scams. We were incredibly hopeful about a place we toured and applied to, only to be left on the hook for the past week before I had to ask and be informed that we were denied. I'm scrambling now to figure out a plan B, C and D. Hopefully something workable crops up, but I'm researching at nearby campgrounds in case we are living out of the car for a while.

Long shot, but if there is anyone in the Long Island area open to housing us, or at least my girlfriend temporarily, please please reach out. We would appreciate that so much.

No matter what, this move is going to be costly, and we keep getting hit with small emergencies that eat through the funds we're trying to save.

We've already received so much support from friends and strangers alike, and I couldn't be more grateful or in awe of the generosity shown. Thank you all for sharing my posts, leaving kind words, and encouraging others to donate.

I work full-time in retail, and my girlfriend is currently searching for a job too. I have slots open on Kofi if you would like to commission a piece of art. We both do online sex work as well, anyone interested in supporting us through twitter and onlyfans can DM me for links.

Thank you all again, and I hope I can share positive news soon.

[nadas-dirthalen]

I don't personally feel shame for enjoying Veilguard but I feel like it's vital to support positive readings of the game's content, given the amount of vitriol. And I adore that there are people like yourself encouraging individual engagement and entertainment, thank you 🧡🍊

So, here's my question for you: What do you think of Morrigan-Mythal's role in the game and how her motherly aspect was depicted?

Ohhh my god, I love this ask. I LOVE this ask. (And thank YOU, anon!)

I'm sure people are going to disagree with me, but I loved it. Hear me out, people.

My own relationship with my mom is nothing short of fraught. No, I'm not going to divulge a lifetime's sorrows here in a response to an ask, but I feel like it is important context for everything I'm about to say. My mother has done frankly inexcusable things, and those things will not be excused! Not by me!

That said: I think Morrigan's adoption of Mythal was masterfully done. The biggest reason I love it is that it harkens back to everything we learned from Anders and Justice during DA2.

Morrigan talks about how Mythal appeared to her, and how Mythal appeared as a combination of herself and Flemeth. This shows me that BioWare are still very much writing from the same place, the same bit of lore, that created the best parts of Anders' arc (to me).

During DA2, I was frankly startled by how different Anders was to the one we saw in Awakening. But it soon became clear to me why: Anders tells you that the moment he took Justice into himself, willingly, that their two beings fused in a way impossible to extract or pick apart. Not even Anders knows how much of him is Justice, anymore.

His same sardonic humor from Awakening? His same wolfish grin and renegade attitude? Changed, irrevocably. We only get little glimpses of "Awakening Anders" throughout DA2.

The same, I feel, is true of Morrigan—and if it causes anger, fear, uncertainty, then I feel that is because it is supposed to. We can no longer see the line where Morrigan ends, and where Mythal begins.

I see her reasons, first and foremost, for taking Mythal into herself. Morrigan reminds me of me. As I've grown older, while I do not (and will not) forgive my own mother for some of her actions, I see their motivations in clearer light now. I see the person my mother is, and I see her good intent. I know how to be a different person than her, how to act better on my own good intentions. If I were to inherit all of her belongings and all of her diaries/memories today, I would not become her. I would use those things to do better in the world.

And if you look at some devnotes left in DAI for that scene with Solas and Flemeth, you'll see that Flemeth was always scripted as passing along her/Mythal's memories and spirit. She did so with the intent of those things being a gift to Morrigan. Whatever you believe about Flemeth, the fact remains: Morrigan was always going in this direction.

It is important, also, to remember that Flemeth is dead. Even if Morrigan is taking Flemeth's memories, the mother who abused Morrigan is gone. I think, as she's aged, Morrigan can see that for herself. Taking Mythal's spirit, and willingly, does not mean becoming Flemeth. It means being able to use Flemeth's tools, her magic, in better ways. It means being able to take Flemeth's intentions, whatever they were, and do better with them. Be better. End the cycle of hurt.

How much of that is now coloured by Mythal remains a mystery, and I love that mystery.

Much of Morrigan is precisely the same. Her quips, much the same. Her speech patterns, the same (go look at how much she uses the Hallelujah cadence in DAI, I dare you, everyone). She speaks of motherhood so reverently that if your worldstate inclues Kieran, it fits.

But there is something different. Something calmer, more refined. Something that speaks with more precision, and something that betrays less heated emotion. Something aloof, watching, from behind Morrigan's eyes. Age has done a lot to temper Morrigan, yes... but look at how she appears to not have aged much at all in the time since DAI.

Morrigan, in DATV, is kind, helpful, and reliable... for the same reasons that Solas is cunning, calculating, and unafraid to betray Rook many times over. Because it suits the Evanuris living inside her skin. There is no reason for Morrigan to give Rook any evidence to distrust her with. There is no reason to be anything but pleasant. There is no reason to not talk about motherhood and show Rook her soft side.

And on the opposite side of the coin? Emmrich (I believe) makes note of how spirits do not process emotions and move through them on their own. This is why Solas is stuck in the same regret for 10,000 years, until he gets the external help that lets him let go. This is also why Mythal, jumping from host to host to host (my theory is she was in Andraste, first, or Andraste's half-sister), has learned to soften and empathize with people in that time. Her hosts are that external help, enabling her to process feelings, to learn and grow in ways the other Evanuris (Solas included) have not.

We see it even when she is in Flemeth, and when Flemythal are venting about the betrayal that will shake the very heavens. In the same conversation, she is the only Evanuris who has ever said a kind word to one of the Dalish People. "You do the People proud." (or something similar!)

When within Morrigan, that statement goes one step further. Morrithal says that modern elves will eventually surpass their ancient ancestors, hinting that it is because of their mortal (multifaceted) spirits.

That said... Mythal, I am watching for you, and I am so ready to see your beautiful face in Morrigan down the road.

[sinsofnivan]

hiii thank you so much for writing carlos

eumm can I ask for another Carlos x reader fluff and nsfw

pleaseee im begging

Have a nice day!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA HEADCANONS .ᐟ

A/N: ask and you shall receive. :smirk_cat:

SFW/fluff.

⟡ ── a gentleman through and through. every door you come across—an entrance to the mall or shop, your car door, he always opens and holds it for you.

⟡ ── he also switches to the side closest to the street when you're out on walks, your bag slung atop his shoulder. you will never get the chance to hold your own bags, because he always steals it from your hands. don't try to argue or reach for it. because if you do, he'll just raise it above his head and tease you for being too short.

⟡ ── always goes along with whatever you wanna do. you saw this trend on tiktok where men's girlfriends wrap ribbons around their biceps? bet. that trend where girlfriends cover their boyfriends with lipstick kisses? fucking bet. make him wear a ghostface mask? consider it done.

seriously. as long as it seemed fun and was safe and consensual, he'll do it.

⟡ ── fucking looooves to flaunt you off. especially when you're wearing a dress that he bought? or when you do your nails the colours that he suggested? it's his own way of branding you, letting everyone know that you were being treated right by him.

⟡ ── carlos also loves the way you smell. he always finds himself burying his nose in your hair when you cuddle. it soothes him. when you're not around, he cuddles your sweater so it feels like you're with him.

⟡ ── not the jealous type. he's very confident.

⟡ ── lover of all bodies too, by the way. he doesn't care if you gain weight. he benches your body weight ( and more. ) just so he could show you that he can carry you in his arms.

⟡ ── also dates to marry.

⟡ ── your number one supporter. if you have zero fans, he's dead. he's always pushing you to pursue your dreams, encouraging you to take risks.

⟡ ── loves to make you laugh. your laugh is his favourite sound eveeeerrrr.

⟡ ── also, carlos is a romantic.

⟡ ── he's the greenest of all green flags.

NSFW/lewd.

⟡ ── always goes along with whatever you wanna do. you wanna be on top? sure. interested in trying this bdsm shit? kinky, but sure. make him wear a ghostface mask? dang, you're so freaky, but alright, bet.

"babe, what do you mean you want to wrap a ribbon around it?"

⟡ ── does not give a shit if you shaved or not. he'll eat you out no matter what. he's also pretty hairy. sometimes trims his bush, but you don't seem to have any complaints with it.

⟡ ── has good head game. you can't tell me otherwise. he would be orally fixated too, always sucking on your nipples or your clit as a past time.

⟡ ── yes, he always finds your clit.

⟡ ── used condoms when you first started exploring your sex life. the first time he goes in raw, he literally just spills his cum with just a few thrusts.

carlos swears that he's never using condoms again after that day. and it's a memory you both still giggle at.

⟡ ── loves to 69. he really just loves the feeling of your warm throat while he gets to taste you too. he's just addicted to your taste of your cunt and cum . . literally he can cum just by jerking off to the thought of it.

⟡ ── sometimes dirty talks to you in spanish. especially when he's really immersed in the moment.

⟡ ── literally loves every position. as long as he gets to bury his cock deep inside you, he's happy. he's not a titties man or an ass man or even a thigh man, he's an i love my girlfriend's body man. so whatever position you want him in—doggy, missionary, cowgirl—it didn't matter. he's always gonna end up rutting his hips and vigorously ramming your creamy cunt.

⟡ ── both a degradation and praise connoisseur. it's just the perfect mix of both, and he does it so well, too . . .

⟡ ── also, he doesn't mean to but he loves leaving hickeys on your body. mostly on your chest and on the inside of your thighs. he also loves it when you mark him or scratch him.

⟡ ── loves to edge himself so he can cum a thick, fat load into you and watch his cum leak from your pretty cunt.

⟡ ── has a stamina of a god. he can go for a few more rounds after he's reached his peak. especially when you're still horny and want more, he's more than eager to shove his fingers into you while his tongue lapped up your clit.

⟡ ── loves to cuddle and kiss you all over when you're both spent.

⟡ ── you didn't hear this from me but he also loves cockwarming. something about keepin' you plugged and stretched makes his brain go brrr . . .

end.

[the-golden-comet]

✨🌺 Author Ask Tag 🌺✨

Thank you so much for tagging me for this, @aalinaaaaaa ! I will also leave this +open for anyone else who wishes to answer (if they want) and may come across this on their feed 💛✨

I’ve espoused lots of juicy information from my two published works Peter Hart and Your Wish Is My Command, so now it’s time to focus a little more on my current WIP: In The Realm of Giants 🌺✨

1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

Excellent question! There are a few lessons in ITROG that are highlighted throughout the book:

The lengths family will go to protect each other. A huge theme is family bonds, and how the love and support of the village reflects the Viking’s desire to protect their people.

Taking risks to develop characters and learn lessons. Some of those risks are learned the hard way…for instance, getting abducted by a giant because Tyr foolishly believed if he could get away with stealing once, he would smugly and spitefully do it again. However, if not for the risks and consequences of taking said risks, he would have never explored the area outside of his home and experience the adventure. Equally so, his father wouldn’t have been able to see his son shine on his own without feeling the need to always guard him.

Forgiveness. Not only for Stefan and Tyr or Tyr and Gustav, but also Stefan and Gustav. Learning to forgive mistakes of their ancestors, to see everyone’s different perspectives on the same conflicts, and to achieve mutual understandings.

All of these lessons are very comparable to everyone in one way or another, applied to a more high-fantasy scene to give a sense of excitement and relatability 💛✨

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Norse Mythology, especially centered around Jötunheimr and Yggdrasil. I also sprinkled in some Disney-esque family values and dynamics. ✨

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person?

Tyrell’s objective changes throughout the novel. A consistent goal is for him to achieve independence in a way that still serves his viking clan—the people he loves. However, his goals take a sharp turn when he finds himself kidnapped by a giant, where his main objective becomes to survive and make it back home in one piece.

What I always want to achieve in my MCs is that there is no “flawless” character—everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing their vulnerabilities helps make them a more relatable protagonist. Sometimes, it’s the flaw that makes a character unique and stand out, memorable, endearing, or something that a reader roots for the protag to overcome. The more those strengths and weaknesses are explored and utilized in a plot or conflict, the more developed a character is, and overcoming their own weaknesses is something that anyone can relate and cheer for.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

At least 69, as is my brand. The word count is estimated anywhere between 120k-155k words.

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original Work! I posted a variety of fanfiction and Originals, and post the full stories to my Archive Of Our Own account always. I do optional/additional support by providing a digital copy on Amazon Kindle eBooks, but that is only if people want to support me further (I don’t have KoFi or Patreon, as my writing pace varies. It finishes when it finishes 💛)

6. When did you start writing?

I started writing fanfiction in 2009 back on old fanfiction.net. Original writing started in 2014 with the development of Peter Hart.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

It sounds cheesy, but it’s true: Follow your dreams. Write the book that YOU would want to read, and be your biggest writing fan. I go back to my own books all the time, and because I enjoyed writing them and took the time to develop them, it was just as enjoyable reading-reading them from a casual point of view, and not a technical one. Get your heart out there, because there’s only one of you—one unique brain with wonderful ideas waiting to be actualized. Learning by doing, and remembering what inspired and motivated us to write in the first place—don’t lose that sense of wonder 💫✨

I follow SO many writeblrs. I’m excited to see what the community all is doing, and everyone has their own unique flavor of writing that is creative, fascinating, and inspiring. To name just a few: @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @jev-urisk , @tragedycoded , @clever-pennname , @illarian-rambling , @autism-purgatory , @deanwax , @mk-writes-stuff , @words-after-midnight , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , @avaseofpeonies , @alinacapellabooks , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @the-inkwell-variable , @indecentpause , @glasshouses-and-stones , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @asassydork , @aalinaaaaaa , @zackprincebooks , @lychhiker-writes , @yourpenpaldee , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @nczaversnick , @mrbexwrites , @peach-the-gospel , @finickyfelix , @aurumni-writes , @paeliae-occasionally , @agirlandherquill , @fantasy-things-and-such , @castiels-favorite-dumbass , @honeybewrites , @thatuselesshuman , @thecoolerlucky , @authorcoledipalo , @48lexr , and @thecomfywriter . There are many, MANY more that you should go check out and follow! Lots of beautiful minds in creative spaces 💫✨

[ballerdraw]

Hey everyone,

I just wanted to take a moment to say a huge thank you. My last post reached over 30 notes, and honestly, I’m blown away by the support. It means so much to me that so many of you took the time to interact with it.

Because of that, I’m excited to announce that I’ll be posting the comic I promised here soon! It’s still in the works, but I couldn’t wait to let you all know. This wouldn’t be happening without your encouragement, and I’m so grateful for every single one of you. Now that being said here's a small Teaser for y'all. (Follow For More Updates.)

[iwoulddieforher]

Hello, good morning, because the truth is that I wanted to tell you that I like your content and it makes me happy to read it.:) Well, the truth is that today I woke up in the morning thinking about calex and I wondered...

Which of the 2 is more overprotective of the relationship?o How do they take care of each other? Which of the 2 shows more affection? What are your dates or anniversary like?Is there some part of Alex's body that Casey likes (and vice versa) and a certain insecurity that Alex has but that Casey finds cute (and vice versa)? Thank you for reading this comment and forgive me if it is not well written :( is that I don't know English and use a translator.

Sorry.

No worries love!! I speak other languages too and I travel a lot so I get the struggle of being worried about trying to talk to people because of language barriers. Thanks you so much for the kind words and for reaching out :))

I think they're equally protective but in different ways- it would totally depend on the scenario. Alex would totally interject in situations if someone was getting on Casey's nerves, like just walk up and start making snide comments, while if Alex was in the versa situation Casey would glare at whoever was bothering her in a scary dog type thing ahaha. Alex definitely has scary dog privilege when she's walking around with Casey, but I think the power dynamics are super fluid between 'em, so neither is directly the more overprotective one. Alex is more possessive over Casey, though.

Alex cannot cook for the life of her so I think Casey's way of taking care of her would be the more domestic activities- Casey cooks, cleans, that sort of thing. Alex is much more of a base support for Casey's overambitious tendencies, though, she's always there to make sure her girl isn't overexerting herself. While Casey's making sure Alex is getting warm meals Alex is making sure she's sleeping enough and isn't prioritizing her work over her physical/mental help, and Alex knows just what to do to calm down Casey is she's agitated or overwhelmed.

On that note, actually, while both of them throw themselves entirely into their line of work, when Casey's overwhelmed by a case she feels the need to do even more (as seen in Softball to the Ribs, where she needs exercise as an outlet). She's kind of a being who is permanently in movement, while Alex gets still and quiet and kind of withdraws- like in 3x18 where she's just sitting looking vaguely broken while waiting for the rest of the squad to figure out what's happening. Alex is good at getting Casey to still, to stop overexerting herself so much, while Casey is good at reminding Alex to still have hope and not get buried in the politics and overcomplications of law, to stop her from getting overwhelmed by the depression and desire to just stop and encouraging her to keep moving, to not feel so lost. They balance eachother out really nicely in that way, that's one of the main reasons why I love them as a ship so much.

I think dates are often food-based because God knows they don't have that much time to make sure they're eating with a job (and detectives) like theirs, so restaurants and such is the usual thing. I really prefer the imagination of their informal dates, though, like Alex bringing Casey takeout and they just sit in one of their offices talking and eating and chuckling with eachother. I think Casey might at times get nervous about the typical relationship things like trying to dress up or trying to be fancy, so them just being soft behind closed doors is really cute to me.

Anniversaries or other such events I think they'd travel. Casey's not originally from NYC so they go to where her family is for holidays like Christmas, but for anniversary days they get on a plane somewhere- often without much planning, even though Alex really likes planning, because the spontaneous activity is good for her to not make it overtly formal. They pick a destination a few days before and the arrangements, and then they go wander around and do whatever comes to them in the moment.

I think Casey really likes Alex's eyes and her legs- she really, really likes Alex's legs, and Alex likes Casey's nose (I make it a point she kisses it at some point in most of my fics) and the points at which she had more muscle definition, like her shoulderblades and her abs. They have a lot of little details they like about each other too, like Casey loving the ridges of Alex's ribs and Alex loving the emphasized teardrop shape above Casey's lips (and how it looks like a heart). Alex also adores Casey's lip biting but she's always mildly concerned Casey's going to chew through her skin one day.

I think Alex is self-conscious about her rigidity and Casey helps soothe that (..I wrote 16k words about that already) and I think Casey is often conscious about not fulfilling the ideal Catholic lifestyle, which Alex reassures her over. I think a lot of their insecurities would be more expectations or mannerisms or habits rather than physical qualities because they're both insanely intelligent and attractive women and I'm sure unless there's something bigger causing them stress they're both aware of that.

[karmathehalflander]

Don’t be sorry at all I’m doing a little jig of joy about someone finally actually understanding the point of the musical and having being the same takes as me.

Yes!!!! They are all morally grey and that’s the point! No, Evans actions were not excused he lost all of his few friends, has an even more strained relationship with his mother than ever, and his mental health is worse than before the musical. He’s not supposed to be completely hated. But the show never try’s to make you view Evan as being an entirely good person, it just try’s to make you view him as complicated! With good and bad in him! (I will say the marketing Isn’t good at portraying this but the musicals intention is clear)

Conner is autistic is the realest take and you’re so right about it. I could rant about that forever. I think most of the cast are at least neurodivergent coded. I kind of wished it was addressed actually in the show but whatever

ZOE!!!!! I love her so much. I think she’s extremely realistic for a 16 year old in a broken household. She is doing her best but sometimes that’s not enough but that’s ok because she’s flawed! Like everyone else!

Not liking Jared is so real because I also don’t love him as a character. I know he’s kind of a fan fave but honestly he felt more unnecessarily mean than everyone else. The way he treated Evan was actually fucked and we never get an explanation for why he’s so mean. I assume that he’s probably just emotionaly repressed and seeking connection the only way he knows how but god damn man. And then he actively participated in and encouraged Evan to continue with his lie and yea… Jared’s kind of growing on me but he still makes me so mad. Also all of his gratuitous gay jokes got very annoying to me. I just don’t think he was well thought out (comedy relief usually aren’t)

And Heidi! People act like she was an innocent angel who did nothing wrong. But unintentionally or not, she was very absent and while she was doing her best I don’t blame Evan at all for seeking comfort, financial support, and parental guidance from other adults. And I don’t think it was fair for her to be upset with him over that. She’s trying though and I adore her.

I’m going to cut myself off now or I’ll be writing reactions to all your absolutely correct takes all night. Thank you so much for writing this it makes me so happy to see people seeing the show for what it is

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

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[skitskatdacat63]

Hello guys!!!!! Aforementioned project is finally finished 🫠 It was meant to be just a simple weekend project, and ended up being 30+ hours over the period of like four days. I don't think I'm an actual normal human anymore. This is the project that caused everyone in my life to question my mental and physical wellbeing and health. But I'm super excited to share this all of you!!!! Please enjoy!!!! Even if you don't like vettonso, I hope this is still interesting????

If you make any, please reblog this or tag me in it! I'm excited to see what other people, other than just me suffering alone in my bedroom, make out of this!!! <3

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[simplegenius042]

I did it! I published chapter one of Jurassic World Before The Storm!

This... I am at a loss of words. I am unbelievably... I can't find the word that's a mix between joyful and proud of myself.

Anyway, I'm gonna head off to bed now. Far Cry The Silver Chronicles stuff will be published in a few days. You will be getting WIPs of those and possibly more from my other blogs.

Enjoy everyone! And thanks for all the support. I greatly appreciate it.

Jurassic World Before The Storm

Chapter 1: The Arrival

Author's Note: It's here everyone. It's finally here! Below the cut is the first chapter of my Jurassic World fic. My first story. My first story! I am just so... grateful. And glad! And joyful overall... I dearly hope you enjoy reading the story and the expansion of Jurassic World as a whole from the perspective of my characters and the canon characters too. Both human and dinosaur POV. I sincerely hope I did this justice. Have fun! (Side Note: You will be able to find this story on AO3 here , on fanfiction.net here and on Wattpad here ... if you want updates or more info, explore this blog or my other blog @simplegenius042 . And if you're interested in my other stories (when they come out) and want to see info and updates, see my other main story blogs @the-silver-chronicles (FC5 based) and @life-despair-and-monsters-blog (mainly Love Death + Robots but also other stuff).

Summary: The return to Isla Nublar and people watching.

He was near. He knew that.

So very near. Almost within his grasp.

He felt a little giddy, though he knew he shouldn’t. It wasn’t mature of him. Professional.

He had been searching for this machination for months, ever since he first heard of it. Following every bit of far-fetched leads that he could find so he could have it all for himself.

And making sure those loose ends were tied like rope into a knot…or a disfigured pulp for the case of my helpful companions, he thought with a jolly smile at the memories, Couldn’t have any competitors finding what was rightfully mine.

He never did believe in magic; science was the closest thing to ‘magic’ for him, as robotics was closest to giving life ever since the failure classified as Emma. But he was assured that this would have the “best of both worlds”.

He couldn’t just give up an opportunity like this. Especially with his age.

He couldn’t end. The bits of grey appearing in his hair were becoming more frequent.

He needed more time. He just needed to know more. To take more.

He abruptly frowned.

Though it’s rather unpleasant he had to chase his fascination to a ferry back to that blasted island.

Isla Nublar, the Clouded Island.

No doubt no one would even recognise him, he wasn’t as sloppy as he was in his younger years. He now hid in the shadows, preying away at what he wanted, when he saw fit to it, and not leaving a mess in the process.

And made sure, with sufficient bribing, that his employees erased his mistakes, never speaking a word of those failures ever again.

Shame he wasn’t there to oversee the process, but he supposed now, once he was on that hunk of wasted scientific potential, he would make sure nothing was left.

And lucky for him, he had two associates inside the staff, ensuring any traces of his presence would never be recorded.

How lucky he was to bump into that man and woman; he thanked his natural ability to talk to people. Especially when using the idea of love against the latter.

His face contorted into a grimace at that word.

Naïve souls, blindly and foolishly following such a lie.

He scoffed, and mockingly chuckled at the meaningless concept. He looked to the other passengers, the families, the couples, the friends.

Such fools, carrying such a weakness around, he shook his head, rolling his eyes at the displays of affection around him, I’m glad to be rid of those chains.

His amber orbs scanned around the passengers, searching for anyone out of the ordinary, someone that may be following him.

He didn’t find anyone worrisome, though his eyes did land on two particular passengers.

A young woman with an even younger child- a boy from what he could see. Both were seated next to each other, his observation gone unnoticed by the two.

The young woman had her arms crossed and firm, while the young boy looked to be enclosed to himself, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

He raised a brow when the young woman hissed quietly at the young boy, the latter stopping his fidgety actions.

He felt that familiar urge tug at his mind, the one that recommended he pay close attention.

He focused on observing the two more closely.

Both obviously knew each other. Was she the babysitter? Highly unlikely. Family members? That sounded more…plausible. Though they hardly shared any similarities. Foster siblings, perhaps?

Regardless of what their relationship was, the two had intrigued his interest.

The young woman seemed to be in her early twenties, barely an adult. She had long auburn hair, kempt and luxurious. He admired the tidiness. He liked to keep tidy himself, unlike most people he was unfortunately acquainted with.

Freckles scattered her cheeks and small nose. He studied her face, the pursed lips, her ambitious hazel eyes taking chances to glance at the young boy next to her, scrunched eyebrows and forehead, her sparkling eye lashes methodically waving when closed.

His amber orbs traced the smooth curve of her chubby cheeks, how unusually perfect the bone held her skin up. He took note of the professional attire she wore on her tall and plump form. He looked back to her face, the porcelain skin and the make-up she had applied making this remarkable specimen almost perfect.

Almost.

He frowned at the realisation. Here was a specimen that’s physique was near perfection, one that looked to be someone capable of business with as much ambition as himself. And while her physique was perfect, her flaw seemed to be internal.

Her tolerance was low, mood erratic with no calmness in the air surrounding her. That was clear. She did not have a grasp over her patience. And not to mention, she was intentionally bringing along baggage that she could do without.

Speaking of which.

He gradually turned his attention to the younger passenger besides her.

The boy - no older than at least ten - had short cut brown hair and cautious brown eyes. Even though his hair was combed, there were a few strands that sprouted up, barely keeping together. The boy’s clothes were casual yet respectful, possibly on the young woman’s behalf, though it’s much suited for winter rather than the tropical island. Oddly enough, he was a little scrawny, even for a boy as young as him.

He will grow into his looks, he concluded.

Though he could not see any other desirable benefit that the boy had.

The young woman had a fiery ambition in her eyes, like himself. That’s what made her useful.

A bitter disappointment, though he was used to such things in his life.

Oddly enough, how the boy held himself in his seat brings back memories of his own childhood.

Yes, he remembered how he held himself like that. Afraid of making the wrong movement, to mess up, to bring their ire attention towards him. Afraid to feel their wrath.

He clenched his hands into fists.

Don’t think about those underlings. Four decades they haven’t plagued your mind, don’t let them in now. Not while a solution is within reach…

“Attention all passengers!” The ferry’s intercoms announced, “We are arriving on the northwest dock of Isla Nublar! Thank you for your patience!”

He calmly exhaled his breath, relieving his clenched hands.

He glanced over to the two youths he was studying earlier, the young woman breathing out a ‘finally’ before prepping herself and the young boy to leave.

The boy got himself ready, grabbing his bag and standing up with the young woman.

He will have to keep an eye out for them. Just in case.

But as of now, he must make his way through “Jurassic World”.

Such waste.

[ettadunham]

sometimes i remember the hunger games and how nobody actually paid attention to what was in those books

[spaceratprodigy]

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Happy Birthday to my most favorite person in the world, the love of my life 🖤

I still can't believe this'll make our 10th year of being best friends and even more I can't believe we get to celebrate our 8th anniversary this summer 💖💕

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[tonakuma]

2024 Creative Wrapup and Look Ahead

This ended up very long and rambly but. I just wanted to get it out. Say my piece out to the world on my tumblr where most of my usual followers don't know I even am x3 Look Back

2024 was a hard year. I have no idea how 2024 started. But what I know is the moment I got unexpectedly terminated from my employment in early 2024, everything changed.

I think I was, in many ways, lost, for most of 2024 as a result of not having a job. But it was more than that. I was creatively aimless. I was struggling artistically and didn't have a purpose.

What originally started off as an attempt to learn more human anatomy to better draw furry stuff ended up snowballing into loving art more and once again. I stopped trying to be something and someone else. I stopped trying to fit into a box to appease a certain group, where many didn't even care anyways. And god everyone noticed. The amount of people who were commenting about my art glow up and how much better I was doing. That motivated me so much. And for the first time in a long time. I could see they were right. I Knew they were right. I understood the power of doing something I loved and how much that reflected in what I did.

That shift ended up cascading. It evolved and carried forward. It multiplied exponentially. It ended up culminating in me just locking up and moving on from something for my own mental health. While it was the catalyst for my artistic creativity, while I met many amazing people from it... there was also some truly awful things that happened to me. I cannot ignore the scars, regardless of how situations and myself as a person have improved. So it was time I parted ways and I am better of for it. Whether my departure from that part of my life will be for now or forever, only time will tell. For now I am happy it's locked in a box and out of sight. And my happiness matters most.

In the last months of 2024, by a series of chances I rediscovered by love of writing too. A realization I was driving a rare-pair ship for a large fandom, combined with a release for a game started it all. I focused on those fics with a renewed sense of purpose in October to November. The best month to do so given history and the writing events during it. In December, the last month of the year. A simple desire to say "thank you" - to someone who I had seen being so helpful to writers and creatives, helping in moderating and running events in a server - blossomed into something amazing. I made plans to watch She-Ra and the Princesses of Power with the express intent of writing a fanfic as a gift for that mod. I'd watch the series over November into December. Write the fic in December and then go back to my own fandoms. None of that happened. I binged the series in less than a week. I started writing the fic and I also started drawing art for it. I actually had Spop fanart BEFORE the fic was finished. A quick sketch of Catra as a trucker, roughly coloured based on conversation from my gift target. (How he didn't sense something was up at that point was beyond me lmao). I fell wholeheartedly into this lovely series and have a long fic completely outlined that I've already been picking away at. It's probably gonna be my big 2025 project. On top of fanart sketches and other fun things. Also on the note of binging, I just finished binging said gift targets 300k word fanfic in about 6 days. Because apparently when I fall into something I just fall whole heartedly into it. Full send out for a rip bud. Peak Canadian hours I guess. Go read Defiance by TheNotebookWizard xD.

I picked up things old and new and with a renewed sense of how I creatively work best as a writer and artist. I've published more written words in the last two months of 2024, than I did in the past 2 years combined. I have a new canvas to work on for words (Scrivener), and the same trusty canvas (ClipStudio) I've come to love for art. My art growth has never been better and the 2024 wrapup shows that wonderfully: (Also Frith-rah I drew alot of Lisbeth/Rika in 2024 lmao)

Most importantly. I found the joy in creating both words and art again. I re-discovered fully the love of creating something.

Look Ahead

As I look ahead to 2025 I'm still scared and anxious. I've taken the first steps already into a career shift courtesy of a fully funded education to employment program. It's in a completely new field for me too. Scary. I wonder how much time I will have for creativity. If I can balance being a student and also being a creative. I want to keep creating but I fear school will eat all that.

Who knows that will come however.

All I can hope for is that I will ride the momentum I have built up creatively at the end of this year and carry it forward to 2025. I am going to try my best to do just that. If i will it into existence, it should happen. If I tell myself to do it. I will do it. I have a whole new large fanfic story to start sending out to the world. Old fanfics to wrap up on. I have creative artistic ideas that I just want to get fufilled. Some of these are wombo-combo in tandem things. Art for these fanfics. It's gonna be fun. I am excited as much as I am nervous and anxious. I got this.