#that'll be a fun thing for me to do while i'm on vacation

[seeinganewlight]

just realized i still haven't finished setting up my theatre journal from the shows i saw in february 😭 i wanna do that and add a spread for the b&c pro shot. i won't get it done before my trip next month, but i do want to get it done

[natsaffection]

My sweet Baby. | part 1 | N.Romanoff

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader

Word Count: 2,997

warnings: none (until now..)

A/n: Here it is! The first part of: My sweet Baby. I don't really have a post schedule, so I will post anytime. Maybe every two days. However have fun..

(Pls keep in Mind that English is not my first language. So if you see any Mistakes please let me know)

It's the first day of your hard-earned vacation in L.A. You've wanted to go here since you were about seven, and now the time has finally come. You arrive at your...well, hotel, if you can call it a hotel. It was one of the cheapest in town, and since you were just sleeping here and out on the town the rest of the time, it wasn't too bad for you.

You put your things down and opened the only window in the room. You look out and breathe in the new fresh air that you could only dream of until today. You looked down at the people who were beginning their daily lives. What do you think it's like to live in such a big city forever? What do they work down there, so they can afford it all?

You shake off the thoughts and remember why you are actually here. You went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then you started your first morning of the day.

The first two days went according to your plan. You saw your sights, you bought a t-shirt with the palm tree, you went to the Santa Monica Pier and much more. You could get used to that.

It was already late, and you decided to go to a cafe to wind down. So, you googled again which of the stores serve good drinks and above all at a pleasant price. After all, you didn't have much left. You found one after a while and were surprised when you stood in front of it... "It doesn't look that bad...".

You were at first taken back about the statements of the café, but once you dared to take a look inside, the feeling quickly faded. You went inside and stood at the counter, you looked at the menu card and ordered what sounded best to you. The lady just smiled kindly and went to work. Meanwhile, you looked around and felt a little uncomfortable. You saw people with expensive clothes, expensive watches, was that a Rolex? Is that even a Rolex? All over the place.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice another person ordering a drink. And you didn't notice until the barista went back to work. You took a few steps to the side so that the other person would also have more room to wait. You looked at her and..wow. That is now the final sign that you were in the wrong place. How can someone be so pretty? She had long, red, curly hair that went a little past her shoulders. At her neck, a necklace that must have cost more than your whole vacation here. Her clothes must be handled with soft gloves...And of course again, a watch that has more parts than your cell phone. You suddenly had an urge to say it out loud,

"You have a really nice watch.."

"Oh, thank you..Do you own a Philippe too?"

Philippe?

"I'm sorry, what?" You looked at the woman, confused. Why is she asking you about a country now? "The Patek watch, sweet." You looked back down at her wrist and back up at her,

"Oh! No, no...I don't own one." God, this is embarrassing, "It's very pretty! You must have paid a fortune for it..." The older woman looked at you and leaned back a little, "Three million." Now it was your turn again, who looked at her confused, "Three million what?”

The woman just had to smile, "Three million dollars, the watch I mean."

Okay, now what's the quickest and easiest way to leave this store? THREE MILLION FOR A WATCH? Who would do this?...I- Who would spend that kind of money on a device that can only tell the time?

"Wow that's a l-"

"Ms. your late is ready." You were interrupted by the barista as she placed your drink on the counter. You looked at the redhead again and smiled, "That seems to be mine."

She just looked after you as you took it and asked how much you should pay now,

"That'll be 13 dollar."

HUH?

"E-Excuse me, but could you please repeat that? I think I mis-" You clearly misunderstood her, it was three, THREE dollars-.

"That's thirteen dollars." You looked at her as if you had seen a ghost, "T-Thir-"

"Put it on my bill please, here you can keep the rest." A soft voice brought you out of your thoughts again, and you saw the red haired woman with the totally overpriced watch, hand the other woman a $50 bill. The barista just nodded, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. Did a strange woman just give you money? Why? "W-Well, thank you..I'll give you this back-" She held a hand in front of your face to stop you, "Please, that was for the compliment earlier." She smiled and looked back as she got her drink. She looked back at you, "Shall we sit down?"

You looked deep into her eyes and thought about it. What could possibly go wrong? "Yeah sure, why not..."

Her smile widened, and she made her way to a window seat. She pushed out the chair and waited for you to sit down, "Thanks..." You smacked yourself inside, as your voice sounded totally pathetic. She's just trying to be nice, right?

"So, what's a pretty young girl like you doing in one of the most expensive cafes in the neighborhoods?" Most expensive?!"Wait, that's this one, right?" You took out your phone and showed her the picture you had googled earlier. She leaned further forward and looked at the picture, "No, that would be one street over. This one..."

She looked at you for a moment, and you didn't know why. She then took a finger and scrolled around a bit on your phone, "This is it, that's where we are right now." You looked at her before turning your phone towards you and looking at the screen. Your jaw dropped now for the fourth time today. You are in a five star coffee shop. One of the best in town. Well, that explains a lot...

"Okay, this is a little embarrassing..." You held your drink up to your face so the other woman next to you wouldn't see your red face. "You're not from around here, are you?" That the woman finds this amusing was totally audible,

"No...I'm actually from Denver. I'm just here for a few days." The redhead took a sip, "Why?"

"I'm here for a short vacation, since I've always wanted to come here. I mean..we're talking about the real Los Angeles! The city that's probably in most games or movies. I wanted to see it for real." You think your answer was enough for her, "So, what do you think so far?" You thought a little, "Well..Damn expensive..I mean, we are drinking a coffee for thirteen dollars right now! In college, it's 1,50..."

"You're still studying?" I've only known this person for five minutes and still could hear out that the question sounded surprised. "Yes..art history. It's fun, so there's nothing to complain about..."

I smiled at my self and so had to the woman, "May I ask how old you are?"

Can she? I mean, I don't know this woman... "I'm 21." The woman looked at you with a monotone facial expression, but inside she tried to hide her lust, "Still so young..wow," you had to laugh, "Yeah and still doesn't know what to do with me.."

"You don't?"

"No..I mean.. I'm barely managing to pay my college, so..."

The woman looked at you curiosity. She took out her cell phone and typed on it for a bit until she put it back. "What's your name?" The question was unexpected. You just cried your heart out, and she just wants to know your name?

"Y/n..Y/n L/n."

"Well Y/n, I think today is our lucky day..."

"Why? Are you offering me a job? I don't know if you were listening to me earlier, but I'm not from here..I live thousands of miles away..So if that's not a home office job that also pays better than my two current jobs to-”

She watched you as you let your frustration out. She makes a mental note to her to not fire her assistant after all, who screwed up bringing her the coffee and had to go herself. "Believe me ms. L/n this offer will blow you wide open." You looked at the woman and tried to get a glimpse of whether she was joking. However, you realize she is total serious. "Okay.. go ahead Ms?"

"Natasha Romanoff."

Natasha Romanoff..you knew that name from somewhere..But- "But we don't discuss that here. I appreciate my privacy and most of all yours."

What?

"Now you're scaring me a little..If you want me to walk over dead bodies for you, it's going to be difficult-" The woman chuckled, "No..I have another department for that." What- "I'm just kidding."

"I-I knew that! Um..With all due respect, but I'd like to discuss the offer here..."

So I could run..

"I wouldn't do that if I w-"

"Here or not at all..Ms Romanoff." You leaned back, proud of your statement. I mean what could that woman possibly do to you?

Meanwhile, Natasha is trying her hardest not to pull a fist one on you, and spank your ass after that answer. She leans forward again and looks you right in the face, "One more answer like that Y/n and I'll put you over my lap in front of everyone."

You just imagined this. No way- no way did she just say that to you. "Do you understand?"

"W-What?"

No. You didn't imagine it. Did she- "Y/n?"

Perhaps Natasha did act too quickly when she saw your notification on your phone from the app called: Sugar Mommy Fee. However, your concerns evaporated when, "Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"I understand, sorry..." Natasha nearly moaned. You even have manners, that's a lottery win she wouldn't even need. "So as you wish, I-" you shifted in your chair, "N-No..um..I'll get back to you on that offer from earlier..not here." Natasha just smirked, "All right then, follow me."

                                      The two of you left the cafe and walked towards a black Bentley. In front of it, someone in a black suit waited and opened the back door for Natasha. She stepped aside and let you go in first. You thanked her and sat down in the back. 

Your mother would throw her beloved cup against your head if she knew you got into someone else's car. But what could happen? Natasha obviously has something big to lose if she decides to kill you.

"May I ask what you do for a living?" Natasha looked over at you from her Ipad,

"My company is a global leader in communication technologies, eco-production and next generation agriculture solutions."

Her company??

You couldn't keep up with the first word. The woman sitting next to you is a literal doer. That explains the car, the clothes, hell that watch..So why does she want anything to do with you? The one who has a hole in her sock and paints her toe black, so you can't see it. You also take your cell phone out of your pocket and wanted to write your friend whats happening. And maybe send your location. You were about to unlock your phone when you saw the disaster.

You saw a few messages from Instagram, a message from your family group and...a notification from Sugar Mommy fee. That's it. You're screwed. Natasha must have seen it when she wanted to show the real cafe. That's why she was staring at you! Fuck..Is it fuck? I mean.. The app was just a joke between you and a friend, but look where it got you. You're probably sitting in a sugar mommy car right now. Oh god...Nata-

"What's on your mind?"

"N-Nothing!!!" Rule number one, you probably already understood: Don’t tell Lies.

"You're lucky we haven't cleared up the contract yet Ms. L/n."

She looked back at her Ipad and continued reading the article she had open. You put your phone back in your pocket and looked out the window. You are on the complete other side of the city, everywhere you saw only big buildings, and then you stopped at one yourself. Natasha got out and you were overwhelmed because you didn't know what to do until Natasha opened your door. You took a deep breath and got out.

You entered the building and people were everywhere greeting the red-haired woman. You entered an elevator and the man from earlier stayed outside, "Is he here for your safety?" The woman looked down at you, she could literally feel your fear, "Steve?" She chuckled, "No, I'm good at taking care of myself, but my marketing department insisted. Good looks for the public, the normal stuff. "Oh..” The normal stuff, what have I gotten myself into?

Before you could worry anymore, the door opened and Natasha was waiting for you to get off the elevator. "Just follow the red carpet."

"Red seems to be your favorite color, doesn't it?"

Natasha just grinned and put her hand on your back to guide you. Don’t Blush Y/n! The two of you walk a bit until you arrived in front of a large wooden door, which of course was opened again by two staff members. In the room, which is twice the size of your hotel room, has a stunning view over the whole city. You could barely see the people below you. "Have a seat."

Natasha pointed where, and while you sat down, she went to a cabinet and pulled out an envelope. She came back and sat down as well and unwrapped the envelope to put it in front of you.

"What is this?"

"A confidentiality agreement. It says you can't talk to anyone about anything that concerns us. I'm afraid my lawyer insists on it." You looked at the piece of paper and back at her, "Are you putting this in front of everyone you want to start to Date? And as I mentioned..I can't stay here, Ms. Romanoff. I'm going to college for a few more months, I-I'm going to work, and it's all miles away..." Natasha leaned back in her chair,

"First of all. I don't date. Second, we can work out that distance thing, there's more than one way. Besides, it's only an hour flight. I can handle that."

Now the alarm bells were ringing. "You? You can handle that? What about me?"

"Y/n..." She leaned forward again and bowed her hands in front of her, "do you even know what a sugar mommy contract is?" Why does she never mince words and always blurts everything out right away?!

"Answer me, Y/n." You shifted,

"N-Well..Two people enter into a relationship while Person A gives money to person B and Person B gives Person A..Love..." Natasha sighed and took a breath,

"Okay..I want you to listen to me carefully now. In such a..relationship as you call it, it is strictly speaking a soft form of prostitution. In exchange for expensive gifts or other forms of payment, the Sugar Baby," She points to you, "provides her companionship and usually sexual favors. I'm looking for just that. A person who will keep me company at various things and in the nights-"

"I'll be your Toy? Is that it?" She didn't like your tone at all.

"Yes. Just that and nothing more." She looked you straight in the eye to check on your feelings. "Steve is downstairs to drive you to your hotel right now if you want to decline. But..I can give you everything, Y/n. And when I mean anything, I don't just mean financial."

What are you supposed to do? Leave? Stay? BOTH? You don't know..Natasha's offer sounds..tempting, but would you be willing to put your body on the line for it?

"Can..Can I think about it?"

Natasha felt a tiny bit of success. She pretty much has you in the palm of her hands.

"Of course. When's your flight back?"

If I tell her, will she refuse?

"In two days..." You could see a little movement. "Well that's short notice, but we'll work it out, don't worry about it."

She always makes it sound so easy..

"Okay and..are we sleeping with each other now o-or?" Natasha slid her chair a little to the side and opened a drawer by her desk. She took out another sheet of paper and a pen and put the two things in front of you, "Write your email on there please. I will send you all the details." You did as she said and wrote it on the paper. "You can keep the pen." You look at her and see her just smiling, "See as with souvenirs."

"I-I don't have a laptop..And the mail program on the phone is-" Natasha pressed a button at her desk. "Don't worry about it, it's already taken care of." A few seconds later, another woman opened the door and brought you a wrapped box. I rolled my eyes as the paper it was wrapped in was red, of course.

"I'll mail everything to you tonight, and after that, you can still refuse, anytime, okay? But think about it.“ You both got up from your chairs, "Okay..thank you.."

She walked you to her door, "Steve will drive you to your hotel. If you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me okay? I need you to be as comfortable as I am, understood?"

"Got it, thanks..." The older woman looked at you and smiled. She did then walk you to the elevator by herself, and you went inside. You both looked at each other and the elevator doors closed.

"Y/n."

"Natasha.."

[somewhereinneptune]

How to enjoy life more (PAC)

All pics are fully credited to the owner<3

Hello there! It's been a long while since I've done a pac. I almost gave up on the idea of pacs due to my low and imbalanced energy, but I decided to pick it back up when I'm able to post, so here we are <3 this PAC is short as I wanna test how it goes first and since it's been a long while since the last pac. Hope it helps whoever comes across 💙

How it works: there are four piles here. The first image on your left is pile one, the one next to it is two, under pile 1 is three, and the last is pile 4

Take your time before choosing a pile, and if you're attracted to none, then there's no message here for you which is okay 💙

Pile 1

You seem to be someone who's done enough healing and work. You're viewed as someone who's very self- aware, very wise, and some one whom people can seek help from. But you also seem to be spending too much time in your head, or just thinking too much that you're isolated from the world.

You're now asked to let loose, relax more, and be out there. I saw arcades in my head, where people go and have fun especially with friends.so you may be advised to go there and pass some time.

Go out, do things just for the hell of it,Walk aimlessly around the neighborhood ( please expose yourself to more sun-light if you can) , try to be more outdoorsy

Don't think much about things, if you feel it, do it! Surround yourself with more yellow if you can! 💛

Last message is nothing that makes you happy is a waste or unnecessary, as long as it brings you joy, then it's worth it!

Song : MY BAG by (G)I-DLE

Note : it's 3:33 pm as I'm wrapping up your pile, might be significant

Pile 2

Hi pile 2!

I immediately got travel for you, go on vacation especially to a place that's surrounded by water, lakes and springs in specific. The more I look at the card, the more I think of really serene vibes and places where you're soaked in the water by yourself just enjoying the atmosphere and the beauty around

Definitely go for any place where you can chill by yourself, cause I believe you need more silence and less noise and bustle. If you're in a relationship, or have someone very close to you, you can go together! But definitely aim for anything where you can just relax and think calmly.

Take walks early in the morning, sit by small ponds or lakes where you can just think to yourself. Unlike pile 1 where they needed to get out of their head, for you I keep hearing noises of others in my head to the point where I can't hear my own voice and thoughts, so you're asked to spend some time with yourself to find your voice and to just really relax away from everyone

If you take on traveling, you might meet some nice strangers though who'll make your vacation even better. If you've been around toxic co-workers and toxic people in general, you might meet people on your vacation that'll shift your perspective. If you're single, or say don't have friends to go to and trust, you might meet them there 🩷

Song : Fireflies by Owl City

Pile 3

This pile feels so young omg, like the majority and the energy is so heavy. Like 12-13 year olds, sixth to seventh grade. The energy is going through development, still growing, very tiny :(

Most of you guys seem to say yes to everything. I'm picking up this phase of life where you just have a friend group and you do everything together, you go to different places, do so many things. The phase where there's so much spark and fire, where you just wanna mix with people, where there's so much to life, and the energy is so nice and exciting!! (Adult me wishes I could be that again man)

Now issue is most of you are extroverts, or that you still don't know your own preferences so you go with everything and everyone, regardless of if you know them or not, and spirit is highlighting that this could be a bit dangerous if you go with the wrong people, or if you say yes to everything even if you don't want to.

This pile is split into two groups : ones who regret saying yes and feel bad afterwards, but feel so scared to voicing out their thoughts because they don't wanna lose their friends or cause a conflict. Second group is the group that doesn't yet realize what they want or don't want, and who are so fiery and wanna experience everything there is to experience without a care in the world. Now this group is asked to do some journaling or keep a diary to get to know basic things about themselves, to get to know themselves

This pile is also asked to be more introverted or at least spend some time with themselves because they might realize that when they do something only when they want or when they go to the places they want, not what their friends want, they feel more relaxed and have even more fun! Like try to decide what is it YOU Wanna do and do it by yourself, see how you feel, it'll help you get to know your preferences, but also feel more relaxed cause you're the one who's calling the shots 💙

Song: chk chk boom by stray kids

Pile 4

(TW : 18+ messages)

Interesting, pile 4

So for you guys, you're actually asked to connect with your sensuality more, especially if you're in a relationship or if you're interested in getting into one

The first message I got is "take risks" so you're asked to be more experimental with your sensual side. Don't be afraid to take initiative or take charge, or if you simply just want to try a few stuff either with your partner, or with yourself.

Don't be scared,or if you are, remember that there's nothing shameful about that, and that connecting to your sensual energy actually connects you to yourself and to your creative energy, and it's just a very instinctual and natural thing to do/ practice. Of course take caution when you do it and always stay protected/ do it with someone you trust or feel good about, but definitely don't shy away from whatever it is you wanna try/ are curious about

If you are in a relationship, this will definitely strengthen the bond between you and your partner. If you're single and Want to explore yourself, this will definitely connect you deeper to yourself and body, and it is a form of self- care as well . if you're struggling with shame, it'll also help you release the Shame around it ♥️

Random note : the neighborhood kept coming to my head as soon as I began your pile, so there may be a few songs there for you!

Song : killer queen covered by 5 seconds of summer

[orquidborgo]

Well, I'm getting a fever and with a lot of ideas, so I'm going to write them here because I don't have anything better to do!

This are concepts/writing ideas I got that I have more or less the story made in my head but I never wrote it down because I don't have the confidence to publish anything (haha self esteem issues are so funny), so here they are:

Jake Muller, professional B.O.Wsitter

* I got this idea while reading a modern fantasy resident evil fanfic (where the wound drips venom from your soul), basically:

After the events of resident evil VI, Jake only accepted jobs that allowed him to fight B.O.W and protect people BUT that didn't get him a lot of money, with Sherry's birthday approaching he is thinking about taking a mercenary jobs that pays very well until he receives a call from Chris Redfield, go to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska(? I'm thinking about changing the location) on a mansion with everything paid to take care of 5 B.O.Ws, just not the way he though he would.

Perfect paintings

* I got this idea from reading a really short story from space marine husbandry (I think it was from @kit-williams, is a story about a custodes, idk I forgot, it was so long ago) but I never got the confidence to write it because I don't think I will write a good mystery piece that'll comply with my expectations:

Detective Arad Yilmaz approached the scene, this is the 4th murder this month, the murders follow a pattern: All of them were strangled to death, had long black hair, honey/light brown eyes, middle eastern heritage and where last seen interacting with a really tall astartes.

The location of the corpses leave a trail as if the murderer have been moving constantly, following the same movement as the chaos warbands path, now with this corpse being found by a Dark Angel the astartes want to take this matter in their own hands.

Will Arad be able to find the murderer, bring them to justice and avoid an all out war between astartes before is too late? The clock is ticking.

There is no home like the one your bonded is:

* After reading Cedric's story in space marine husbandry (I also forgot to say that Cedric belongs to @sleepyfan-blog, sorry) and watching the movie "Bolt" I got thinking, what happens when a space marine grows a bond with a human that lives in another country and is only visiting? So here it is:

Guillermo Testarossa is visiting the U.S.A for his winter vacation, following his aunt's advice to stave off boredom he ventures into the local astartes hospital with his aunt's bonded apothecary. There he meets an injured space wolf, the rest of his vacation he spends it talking and having fun with this astartes but not everything last forever and he has to comeback to his home country Argentina, saying his goodbyes and promising to comeback next year.

Unbeknownst to him, this space wolf will not wait an entire year, using a joke his brother-captain made as motivation, with a camera, a notepad and supplies on his back he embarks on a adventure walking from the U.S to Buenos Aires - Argentina to find his bonded, taking photos and recording everything he encounters in his journey. The only thing he knows is that his bonded lives in San Telmo, works in a coffee shop with private tango shows and studies electronic engineering.

Save us from ourselves

* I seriously need to read Magnus primarch novel because there is no way you are telling me a whole planet of highly trained psykers (this mfs have magic, mind you) with space travel technology didn't have a plan B to evacuate civilians in case of a invasion, and I also like Arknights a LOT so, this is kind of a crossover between 40k and arknights:

Rhode Island is an humanitarian/pharmaceutical organization that travels across space with the mission of saving psykers, protecting those infected with flesh change and find the cure of said illness, right know they have treatment and have developed technology to protect/stabilize psykers with it so they can live a normal life.

Marckus Ahriman is a young 16 year old field operator with signs of mutation and a big heart who wishes for a world where all psykers are free and flesh change is finally cured. In a fateful operation battling against a chaos incursion he finds a soul shard that "calls" to him, upon touching it he remembers: he Magnus the Red, primarch of the Thousand Sons and son of the Emperor of Mankind, or well... A shard of him.

My big... Primarch?: Friendship is Magic (this is a temporary title)

* I watched a few episodes of my little pony so this is a crack fic, don't mind it that much:

During her fight against Starlight Glimmer through timelines; Twilight Sparkle gets "knocked out", but when she wakes up again to try and stop Starlight, she ends up in Magnus's body as a baby. So is basically her dealing with 40k insanity, family issues and trying to go back to her home.

She would try to understand why the other primarchs are so apprehensive of magic and would try to befriend them: She would try and not use magic in front of Mortarion after knowing his trauma and help him through it the best she can, would cure Angron of his nails, Leman would finally like her because she gets tired of his bullshit and start throwing hands and things like that.

Magnus's regular day

* With how pridefull is Magnus about magic, I'm surprised he hasn't gotten in a lot of psychic shenanigans in "regular show" style, every chapter would be Magnus getting into a crazy adventure, sometimes pulling his brothers, any of his sons or a unfortunate custodes along the ride.

The Emperor, Malcador and Constantin are just... Done with his magical bullshit at some point and just let him be because they know that he'll somehow fix it at the end.

So... Yep. This is all I got.

[thepaperpanda]

Christmas Spirit || Hawks x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Hawks decides to motivate you to prepare your apartment for Christmas.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1351

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Decorating a House

Due to his childhood memories of Christmas, Hawks enjoyed it a lot. There was a genuine love of Christmas in his heart. Due to Keigo's unhappy childhood, he chose to keep the best, most joyful memories from the family home.

When the holiday season was at its peak, he decided to visit you to see if you needed decorating assistance.

A tune played in the background while you worked on your cookies in the kitchen.

A few knocks were heard on the balcony's door. You opened it immediately with a smile.

Hawks was standing on your balcony, leaning comfortably against a wall with his left leg bent at the knee. "Finally. I've been waiting for so long, I assumed you weren't at home."

As you walked toward him to fix his jacket's collar, you rolled your eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen and get inside. I am sure you are cold from flying around."

Before entering your living room, he brushed some snow from his wings and said, "It's chilling, certainly, but I'm used to this." After he entered and took a look around, he asked, "Wait. And what is that?"

"What is what?" You asked, eyebrow cocking as you closed the door so that more cold wouldn't enter your apartment.

He held up both hands, pointing at your living room. "This. Basically, I mean this. Your decorations, where are they?"

As you returned to the kitchen, you questioned, "Ah! You mean Christmas decorations? I don't decorate much. I'll probably put a few things on tomorrow morning, and that'll be enough for me."

At you, he made a finger gesture, raising one eyebrow. "Oh no, dear, no, no. The holiday spirit is desperately needed here."

"Aren't my special cookies enough?" You teased.

Keigo gave his chin a few taps while he was looking at you. "Oh, no, they're not sufficient, I'm afraid."

As you sighed, you questioned simply, "What's the point in decorating this place when I'll have to take it all down, pack it all up, and put it away soon?"

"Because it's enjoyable! Decorating can add charm and beauty to your area and is a lot of fun. It will spread holiday cheer in this area. It is necessary."

As you turned to him, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched him talk. Everything he said didn't make the idea of hanging stuff around for you any better. "For me it's not enjoyable."

Hawks flopped on your couch and crossed his legs. "Why is that?"

Sweetie, that's a lot of work just to take it down in a few days. The fake tree and some lights will be put up tomorrow morning," you shrugged. "I will probably spend Christmas alone, so there's no need to overdo it."

Keigo once more arched a brow. "So you won't be inviting me over or paying me a visit on Christmas Day? Is this a sign that you don't want my attention anymore?"

Your eyebrows raised as you asked, "How can I invite you when you openly announced you would work a few days ago?"

He rose from the sofa and began to circle the room. "Really, how difficult is it to comprehend? I was hoping that you would ask me for a day or two of vacation so that we could have fun, but of course you never did."

As you groaned, getting frustrated with his behavior, you said, "Keigo. I didn't ask because I know it's difficult for you to get a single day off."

"You are aware of the fact that I would stop at nothing to earn a day off for you. Come on, I'll assist you with decorating the apartment."

After a deep sigh, you rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Okay. Fine. Let it be."

"Where do you have your decorations hidden?"

"They should be in the closet. I have a big box stored there."

Hawks calmly made his way from your living room to the hallway, where you had your closet, with his hands in his pockets. He opened the door and flew up a little, using his beautiful wings to get the large, cartoon box.

"You could at least remove your shoes!" You shouted at him.

"Sorry!"

Taking a deep breath, you left your current work to assist him in the living room.

After the box was brought, Keigo placed it on the carpet and then, for you to notice, he took care to take off his shoes in a theatrical manner.

After ignoring his little show, you opened the box and took some decorations out.

Keigo looked into the package and concluded, "You have some wonderful Christmas ornaments here." He took out some glitter stars and paper chains.

"You want to see something cringy?”

"Now I'm curious," Hawks rolled his head back a little as he chuckled.

You went to your bedroom and returned a few moments later only to show him the ornament that looked like a mini version of him. With a blush, You explained, "I bought it yesterday while shopping."

He grinned, "Well, well, look at that! We have some little, decent Hawks here. I won't lie, as much as I find it sweet, it's also a little creepy, not to mention the fact that they weren't able to duplicate the beauty of my face."

"It's not my fault, you have so much merch!" You grumbled. Furthermore... I found it cute. So, Mr. Christmas Spirit, what's next?"

He threw the glitter stars at you. "Start hanging those around."

With a nod, you followed his little order and started to hang the stars around your living room.

Hawks got up and placed a few paper chains on the shelves.

As you work, you start humming a quiet tune. Once you were done, you looked at him. "I am done here."

Meanwhile, Hawks was already done with chains and some small baubles.

As you looked around, you agreed, "This actually looks nice."

"Right? Can you feel the Christmas spirit now?"

Shrugging, you replied, "Not really, but I like how it looks."

Hawks came to you and booped your nose. "Don't make me ask that again?"

The nose boop made you giggle. "Oh, okay, fine. I kinda feel it!"

He stole a kiss from your lips, humming.

You booped him in the nose this time. "I'll get the tree. Just so you know, it's a fake one."

Keigo sat back on the carpet and dug further through the box.

Dragging the tree back to the living room took some time. You set it up straight and put it in its proper position with a loud groan. "Here. Did you find anything interesting in the box?"

"Just more baubles," he raised his head, and you could see two baubles hanging off his ears.

"You really like Christmas, don't you?"

"Yes... The only happy childhood recollections I have are of these times."

You kissed his cheek, removing the ornaments from his ears with a small smile. "Let's make it a good memory this year too. Let's decorate the tree together."

Keigo worked tirelessly to adorn your tree with decorations, chains, and other trinkets he discovered inside a box. Hawks placed his arm around you and got out his phone to take a picture of you with the tree in the background after it had been fully adorned.

Just to get a picture, you laughed and kissed his cheek. Then you looked over your shoulder and rubbed his shoulder. "Babe, we forgot something. Can you lift me up?" You asked with a gold star in your hand.

Hawks took you into his arms and used his wings to lift you both up to the tree's top.

With a happy sound, you placed the star on top of the tree and clapped your hands.

There was a certain charm to this whole thing, and it certainly gave you a feeling of Christmas cheer. "Now it's perfect."

Hawks kissed your cheek briefly and nuzzled your neck after landing back on the floor with you, setting you down carefully. "Merry Christmas, little doll."

Before kissing him, you said, "Merry Christmas to my hero."

[havendance]

new(ish) comics time!

Most of these are from last week but I was on vacation so we're doing it now.

Fire and Ice: Welcome to Smallville #4 -- This continues to be light and fun. Well, except for the fact that apparently the cannibalism last issue wasn't a fake-out?? I guess I'll have to see how the last couple issue go, but why does this mini have a cannibalism subplot in the first place? It just feels tonally out of place. Also, appearently Fire and Lobo are/were a thing? Didn't know that. Anyway, I am enjoying the Fire and Ice conflict and I liked the joke about Tora leaving Krypto to guard her cave full of potential reformees.

Titans: Beast World Tour: Gotham #1 -- dang that's a mouthful of a comic name. I read this for Helena scraps and was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed most of the stories! Sadly her story was one of the weaker ones (I do think Cass would be a cat person) but I think I'll at least rate it above the Harley one. The Dick and Bruce story was fun (though why we had to have Barbara in the Batgirl costume when she was doing Oracle stuff anyway beats me.) I really liked the Jason one--that felt very strong. I liked eating/hunger imagery and also the Ratcatcher as a naked mole rat. (I have simple pleasures sometimes.) For the Steph story, I thought it was interesting having her go up against killer moth and having her call back to his 90s moth creature form. It got me remembering that really weird killer moth story in Jon Lewis' Robin run where he was like reproducing or something? Anyway, I really like what Kelly Jones is doing with his art these days.

Birds of Prey #10 - No Zealot this issue :( I will be honest, I think this arc is loosing me a little. There were some nice Cass and Barda moments, but it felt like there was a lot of infodumping this issue where the birds are and what they're up against and I just wasn't that invested in it. Maybe that'll change but I guess I'll just have to see. The other thing about this issue that felt weaker was the art. While I've been a fan of how Bellaire's been coloring this series in the past, this issue really felt messy, blurry, and hard on the eyes in a way that the past issues hadn't. I think it's because there were just too many kirby dots. I get why she's doing it as the homage to kirby and his creation of Barda but the whole effect doesn't work. It's too much. I'm going to keep following this arc, but I hope the art and story have picked up next issue.

Shazam #12 -- The Shaz-van returns! My new favorite character <3 In other news, Billy's going through it this issue :'( I enjoyed the interplay between Billy and the Captain here and seeing the payoff of the introduction of his mom last issue. Since picking up Campbell's run on Shazam, I've been reading this in two directions--the current arc, and then six months previously on dcu infinite and reading issue 6 made me realize what plot threads this was picking up on on which helped me to better understand what was going on and help me to enjoy it more. I've really been enjoying the ride.

As a final side note, I also read the Gotham by Gaslight: The Kryptonian Age preview in the back of the issue, and while I'm probably not going to read this in full, I think it was interesting to see more of Fernandez' art. I can definetly see some of his touches, but it also feels more scaled back in the pages here than the caricature-like features his faces could have in The Old Guard and Queen and Country. It's always interesting seeing how the work of artists with distinct styles can change.

[lady-of-ocs]

The Beginning of my Rampage

Alright. I advertise this as an OC blog, so it's time to introduce the first.

This is Odette LaRue. She's a 26 year old tattoo artist and piercer living in Japan (where in Japan depends on what show/movie I've decided to watch recently). Her father died when she was eight, while her mother was pregnant with her younger sister, Céline. She was nine by the time Céline was born, and their mother died three years later (how they die also depends on what show/movie). They lived with their grandmother, who didn't abuse them, but didn't treat them nicely either, until Odette was seventeen. She made a deal with her grandmother that she'd take Céline away and they'd never come back as long as the grandmother gave them enough to pay for leaving. They moved to Japan and Odette raised Céline from age eight to the current day (in a majority of the stories, Céline is seventeen when the story is taking place).

In the case of this particular Odette, she resides in Okinawa because I watched Sk8 the Infinity and loved it. Céline will get her own separate drawing with additional facts, so here are some quick Odette-in-Sk8 Facts:

She became friends with Kaoru and Kojiro shortly after moving. They bonded over skating and are still close to this day

She started skating at around thirteen

She skates at S under the persona of Siren (that'll get its own drawing as well)

She's some flavor of LGBTQ+ but I haven't specifically labeled her

While her main canvas tends to be skin (due to her tattooing), she's generally a pretty talented artist

She designed all of her tattoos herself

She's the one who tattooed the sun on Kojiro's shoulder

She retains a noticable French accent despite living away from there for almost ten years

She and Kojiro had a one night stand when they were 21-22. It changed literally nothing about their relationship and they now laugh about it

175 cm/about 5'9" (so the same height as Langa and Shadow)

P.S. All of these were initially sketched either on a plane or on an island when I went on vacation. It took me a long time to get around to cleaning up the sketches, but I'm very proud of how they all turned out. The entire thing took 20 hours and 2 minutes to complete!

Additional facts and close-ups below the cut:

Fun Facts:

Kaoru is the one who wrote out the script of Céline's name in Japanese that Odette now has tattooed on the inner side of her left wrist

Céline and Reki are friends. Reki's had a crush on Odette since he was twelve

Technically ambidextrous but an injury to her left wrist during teenhood means that she can't use it for long without it starting to hurt, so she primarily uses her right hand

Primarily acts as a big sister to Céline rather than a maternal figure even though she raised her

Considered hot by Kojiro (I cannot do her justice, honestly)

Rarely has time for fun things because she's often busy working

Runs her own tattoo and piercing shop near Sia la luce

Céline's nickname for her since childhoot is "Dettie." Kojiro and Kaoru also picked it up because they found it cute and amusing

Regularly gets free food from Kojiro

Technically considered a collaborative business partner of Kaoru's

She's got a great singing voice

And that's all I can think of at the moment, but I'm literally writing a fic that's just writing her and Céline into Sk8. So. There'll be more about her in later posts.

[princessisfinethx]

Recom Miles Quaritch x Fem Reader. Pt. 5

Well well well, here we are. Um, so I'm gonna be starting college in exactly a month...that'll be fun. And I'm looking for a job, that's fun. I got back from vacation in Arkansas and now I'm posting this from my boyfriends house. Yippee.

Warnings: Angst! Blood and death! Gun Kink! Degrading/Praising!

As always Minors DNI. Let me know if I missed anything...i posted this from my phone and it wouldn't let me edit sort of. Enjoy <3

Your eyes remained closed while your arms raised up, as if to protect you from gunshots. You expected to feel something, anything. Your body shook and when you heard something fall beside you, you finally opened your eyes and peered down. A quick inspection and you were fine, bullet free. “Oh god, Colonel you really shot them…” You heard Lyle mumble. Your head snaps to the side, Alex lay on the ground clutching their chest.

“Alex-” You fall to the ground and place your hands over their chest. They’d been shot in the left and right rib in lower and higher areas. “Oh god Alex, don’t-...I’m..I’m so sorry!” You knew you couldn’t save them. Their lungs were punctured on both sides and you had no equipment to help. Alex grabs your hand and you squeeze their hand, holding it with both hands. Your vision blurred with tears but you could see Alex barely give a soft smile. “Alex I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry..” Your voice shook and you brought their hand to your head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a sob. Slowly, their hand lost its strength but you didn’t let go of it. Footsteps approached you but you didn’t look, you didn’t let go. “Doctor.” It was Z-Dog. “...We can’t do anything for them.”

You open your eyes, turning and looking up at her. Behind you, Miles spoke. “Dr. Alex was a traitor to our operation and I won’t be harboring any more traitors.”

“Alex could have faced a trial back at the camp.” You stood up quickly and turned to face him. “You killed them in cold fucking blood!” He didn’t show any emotion towards you. Trying to keep a fearless expression, you pull the gun off of Z’s hip and aim it at him. The rest of the team seemed to become apprehensive. Quaritch didn’t flinch, instead he smiled. “Tell me why I shouldn’t do the same!” 

He held his hand up, telling the team to lower their weapons while he inched closer to you. “Doc, everyone knows you’re not a killer.” His eyes were so relaxed, his ears were even perked upwards, as if he were more than happy to watch you threaten him. You knew if he got any closer he could snatch the gun away from you. You also knew any of the soldiers could shoot you down just like he did Alex. You felt your blood boiling at the thought. You wanted to look down at them but something kept you from doing so. Your finger twitched on the trigger and you realized their blood was still on your hands. 

“You didn’t need to kill them.” Your voice shook. Miles stopped. “You know they’re going to question you when we get back.” And a voice in the back of your head told you the same thing. In fact, what’s keeping him from killing you too? He must know, or at least have some idea this was all your plans, not Alexs’.

“And I’ll answer all their questions with the truth. As I said before. They were a traitor, communicating and possibly conspiring with the enemy. I wouldn’t take the chance of getting me or my team captured or killed.” He stepped closer and kneeled down. “What will you tell them after you’ve killed me, Doctor?” You felt a violent tremor shake your body as tears flooded out your eyes. Quaritch grinned at you and took the gun out of your hands. “Besides,” He pointed the gun at your shoulder and pulled the trigger two times. Two clicks sounded and you gasped, your face going pale. “You can’t kill anything with an empty chamber.” He tosses the gun back to Z-Dog. He then took something out his pocket and tied your wrists together.You look down to see he ziptied your wrists.  “We’ll have to question you back home. Now, let's set up a perimeter, we’ve already wasted enough daylight on this sob story.” 

~~~~~

Every few minutes, Lyle and Z would glance back at you. Twice, Lyle had offered some water or a snack bar from the medic bag he confiscated. You didn’t answer him, or even look at him. Z-Dog gave Lyle an uneasy look, and Lyle sighed and shrugged. He decided he wouldn’t bother you anymore, knowing you were questioning the group of recombinant soldiers and their leader. Z was even more conflicted. She’s never seen you so intent to take someone’s life. When you pulled the gun from her holster, she was more worried about the repercussions you’d be facing rather than the death of Colonel Quaritch. Maybe she’d be worried about both but seeing you in a different light had (dare she say) frightened her. However, you never pulled the trigger.

Everyone in the group knew for certain you wouldn’t have pulled that trigger. 

You were sitting against a tree staring at a flower that resembled a lilly. It was better than looking at the tarp that covered the body. It was further away from you, closer to the trailer but you could still see it. The soldiers converse while glancing in your direction once in a while. You didn’t want to look at any of them. Could you trust any of them entirely anymore? You never should have put trust into them in the first place. It was a bad work decision. You were their doctor. They were your patients. 

Boots made their way towards you and you turned your head to look away. A sigh was given and then they squat beside you. Miles grabbed your hands and yanked them closer to him. You felt water hit your hands and turned to look at him. He was pouring out a water bottle over your hands. “I should have given you something earlier. Blood does stain after a while.” You wanted to yank your hands away but you could see in his eyes that he had consequences planned if you did. So you stared at him. Not in anger or in grief. You gave him a dead stare. Miles held your stare, then tilted his head down. “When we befriend people, and come to know and trust them, we look past their flaws. And when someone you know closely is accused of something outstanding, we tend to doubt and deny that of being possible.” He uses a torn cloth to wipe away the blood. “Most of the time we come to understand that what happened was not our fault. The person we thought we knew, was not who they made themselves out to be all along.”

“You didn’t have to kill them.” Your voice was low and hoarse. You didn’t realize it until now, but your throat was dry.

He ignores you. “But sometimes, we disagree with what we know.” His eyes meet yours. “We know better, know that deep down this person was committing serious crimes.” His stare was telling. Your eyes widened, because he knew. “But we choose to look past them anyway.”

He drops your hands but doesn't move. “I don’t understand what you’re after here. You know what I did. And from what I can tell you already knew.” You glance at the others but they aren't listening. “You didn’t shoot me because, what? You want more information? If you’re worried about someone shooting at us, well congratulations it already happened and it wasn’t the scientists hiding in the trees somewhere. It was you.” You spat out. “The scientists here aren’t out for blood like you, they just want food and supplies. That’s all I was doing, giving supplies.”

“Giving them coordinates to attack supply trains and use the Na’vi to take them down and steal the supplies. Correct?” He had taken his knife out when you weren’t looking and was playing with it, twirling it between his fingers. 

“The electric trains that carry weapons?" Your eyebrows knit together as you think. "I didn’t send info about them, only meals and first aid.”

He was quiet for a second. “Alex did.”

“How-...What? I don’t understand this, the scientists didn’t want weapons, they only wanted supplies…” You blink a few times while looking down. “Alex wasn’t, they didn’t have the scheduled times for the trains unless they were-”

There was some yelling from the jungle and one of the soldiers came out with a screaming and hissing Na’vi child. Miles was up and walking over to investigate. Another soldier came out with two more children. They seemed small enough but from this distance, they were definitely taller than you. There were four children in all, two boys and two girls by the looks of it. Then they found a human boy with long dreads and an oxygen mask. You decided it would be best to stay where you were.

Miles was asking each kid a question and none of them seemed to be happy about it. He had finally gotten to the human kid and squatted down. You watched their exchange last a minute or two, then Miles stood and said something to one of the soldiers. When you looked at the other kids again, you saw the older girl staring at you. You looked away and wished you weren’t in this situation. 

~~

It had been maybe 15 minutes and you noticed the children were whispering to each other in an almost panicked way. You look at the other soldiers but they didn’t notice. You stayed sitting against the furthest tree and decided you should probably get ready in case something happened. Which you were right. A soldier near you was shot with an arrow directly through his chest. You gasped and pushed yourself away. The rest of the soldiers were looking around, trying to see the attacker. You snap out of your trance and crawl over to the fallen soldier. You check his pulse but he was gone.  You reach into his holster and grab the knife to carefully cut the zip tie off. You then quickly run over to the kids and duck down near the oldest boy. He was pushing his siblings away but you held your hand out. “C’mon hurry up, there isn’t much time.” 

He stared at you skeptically but you sigh and grab his wrist, lucky that they were also cuffed with zip ties. “Why are you helping us?”

“I probably won’t be alive to help anyone later.” You got the tie off of him and handed him the knife. “Get your siblings free and hurry it up.” The sound of a helicopter made you look up. 

Above the trees, the helicopter that brought you all here was lowering. It wouldn't be able to touch the ground but it was blowing the trees away. You tried shielding your eyes from the flying pieces of leaves and sticks when an arm grabbed you. You gasped as you were hoisted up. Then the ground below you started getting smaller. You became motion sick but held it together. Inside the helicopter you were thrown into the seat, getting strapped in by Miles. Besides you, the human boy with dreads was huffing, as if he had been fighting. 

Miles looked at the both of you before sitting down in his own seat. You stared at him, then looked at the kid next to you. He looked like a teenage Tarzan, in a way. When he looked at you, you spoke to him. "I thought you got away with the others."

He didn't answer, only turning his head to look out the window of the helicopter. 

~~~

Once the helicopter was taken back to base, you and the kid were escorted into two separate rooms. The boy, Spider, didn't speak a word to you. You hoped he didn't think you were a part of this.

 Well, when you really thought about it, you were. Come on, you're their doctor. 

You hear the door open and look up, expecting the general or someone of high status to walk in and demand what all your crimes were. Instead, Miles walked in. He looked fine, but you could tell something was wrong. He came and sat down, sitting across from you. His fingers tap the table as he thought of what to say but you beat him to it. "Well, by that look and your posture I take it I'm going to be executed…"

His eyes shoot up at you. "You're not being executed, or tried. You were attacked, and killing Alex was the only thing I could do to save your life." 

You stare at him in confusion. "What? Attacked? I wasn't -"

"You got knocked on the head pretty hard, you found out Alex was a mole." He reaches up and pretends to touch your head but he yanks your hair. You yelp and reach up to grab his hands. "They hit you over the head with the bag, nearly finishing the job." He was staring at you hard, his jaw moved, like he was chewing something. 

You stare at him, slowly leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "Why are you helping me?" You whispered, not realizing you had lowered your voice. Miles only looked down at you, his chewing finally stopped. You thought maybe he was chewing the inside of his cheek or lip. 

"The doctors want to examine you, make sure you don't have any head trauma." He ignored your question but you felt that maybe you weren't ready to know his reasoning. He sighed and rubbed his face, finally muttering. "The boy we picked up."

"His name is Spider…I think."

"His real name is Miles, Miles Socorro." 

You met his eyes, confusion crossed your features once again. "Miles Socorro? What like, he's your son?"

He didn't answer yet. You really looked at him, then for odd reasons, your face flushed at the words coming from your mouth. 

"You're his father."

"That seems to be the case."

"So..then his mother-?"

"Died." His face was unreadable. "She fought in one of the last battles…and I thought she had left the planet with the baby. I was misinformed."

"Well babies can't travel in-"

"Yes I know I know." Miles sighed, finally looking at you. "we're trying to get him to tell us where the others are hiding."

You nod, looking down at the table at his hand. You ball your fingers into a fist but not out of anger. "What will happen to him after that?"

Miles seemed to be dreading that question. And he sensed you had more questions to ask. "I don't know. I didn't know he was here."

The door opened and a young woman around your age came in. "Sorry to interrupt, but we just need to check up on Dr. Linear." 

Miles smiled and stood up. "Of course, we don't want her passing out."

You look up at him, watching his face carefully. He didn’t give anything away, only walking towards you and helping you up out of the chair. The doctor informed you which room you’ll be heading to and Quaritch assured her you’d get there. Once the doctor left, he turned to you and looked at the side of your head. You stare up at him in confusion. 

“I’ll come by later. You’ll be given the rest of the day off to recover.” He leads you out the room. Before you turn away however he grabs your arm and yanks you closer to him. “And knock it off with this hero act. Before you really find yourself in some trouble.” He stares down at you, something hiding behind his eyes. 

“Or what? You’ll have to kill me yourself?” You shot back. He grabs the back of your hair and yanks your head up so you would look at him. He smiled slightly at the gasp you let out. 

“Careful princess, you’re not out of the fire yet.” His ear twitches when he hears people speaking down the hall and he lets go of you entirely. Turning, he walks away and you have to take a moment to compose yourself and curse at how easily you folded for him. 

The rest of your day went by rather quickly. You were examined, asked to do this and that. The doctor noted that you were lucky to leave with nothing but a bruise. It made your eyes narrow but you agreed. She didn't know better. 

You were given the rest of today and tomorrow off for recovery. The young doctor would notify your officers and the rest of your team that you would be out. But you had a feeling everyone already knew. She sent you on your way back to your room but you had other plans. 

Making sure no one watched you, you would enter your office and close the door. You looked around the office and were pleasantly surprised to find that everything was left untouched. You sighed while walking to your desk. You didn't have your keys on you so you couldn't unlock the drawer that hid your old Morse code machine. 

"How did I know I'd find you here?" A voice called from the door and you shot up from behind your desk. Of course, Quaritch was there walking in and closing the door behind him. You rolled your eyes and relaxed a bit. "Up to no good? Playing little miss hero again?"

"I'm not doing anything. I was just making sure my desk wasn't trashed." You shot back defensively.

"You were making sure no one found the communication machine hiding in your desk." He had raised his voice as he stepped closer to you. His ears were pressed back in aggravation. "You need to leave this alone." 

You were filled with rage again, boiling over the top and you rounded the desk so you were in front of him. "You need to leave me alone Colonel. You should have just fucking shot me while you had the chance!"

In the span of three seconds you were laying on your back on the desk with a gun pressed against the side of your head. Quaritch had his other hand spread against your chest with a smirk ghosting his lips. You had to catch your breath from how fast he had moved. "I believe it's time I put you back in line."

You narrow your eyes, almost ignoring the gun now. "Oh? Like how I had you on your knees last time we were in this ro-" his gun was shoved against your mouth and you let out an annoyed groan. It was a smaller gun, a pistol probably. But of course it was larger to comfortably fit the hands of the Na'vi soldiers. 

"Kiss it." He was staring down at you, his gaze was hard and something about that look made you shiver. You glanced down at the gun once again, then slowly up at him. You press your lips to the side of the gun and kiss it, then moving higher, you kiss it again. His eyes moved between your eyes and your mouth while that hard look he was holding faded. 

He pulls the gun away, then grabs your arms and holds them above your head on the desk. Then he places the barrel of the gun against your clothed womanhood. You struggled against his hold but knew you weren't going anywhere. "Miles what are you-"

"Shut up." He presses the gun against you and you gasp at the feeling. Then he holds it there. "Ride it." You looked up at him shocked and confused. "Buck your hips against the barrel or I'll fuck you with it instead."

You swallow thickly. Glancing down at the gun, you notice he never took his finger off the trigger. You bite your lip and do so. Letting your hips rise up off the table and slowly drag up the barrel of the gun. Then your hips move back down and you groan. You weren't a genius when it came to gun anatomy and names, so you couldn't say what was pressing against what. It was disgusting and dangerous. But…

It felt good. 

You move your hips again, eyes fluttering when something rubs against your clothed clit. Why did it have to feel so good? A chuckle breaks your focus and you look up at him.  "Who knew you were such a filthy slut? Look at you. Fucking yourself against my gun." He leans down and presses his mouth against your neck. "What a pretty little slut you are…" 

Your heart was racing and a whimper escaped your lips. You kept thrusting your hips against his gun while he pressed small teasing kisses against your neck. He wasn't giving you anything too heated which you hated. You needed him to touch you, bite you or something. Anything. 

"Miles please-" A shudder runs down your spine and you look up at him. 

He looks at you with that hard gaze. "Please-" he ruts the gun against your clothed cunt and you gasp. "-what?"

You wanted to cry out, but kept yourself composed. You slowly bring your hips up against the gun and back down with a soft moan. "Please fuck me."

He sighed while looking down at his gun. He pulls it away and chuckles softly. He puts the gun into his holster and turns his attention back to you. "Are you going to do what I tell you to?" You give a quick nod, desperate to feel him. "Good girl." He picks you up by the arms he was still holding and pushes you out the door of your office. 

You turn to him, confused as he closes the door behind him. He gives you a grin and puts his hands on his hips. "Go to your room. Get some rest. Maybe I'll visit you tonight, maybe I won't." 

And he turned away, walking down the hallway away from you. You took a step forward but paused. The nerve of this guy…to do what he just did and then leave like nothing happened! With a huff of frustration you turned and began heading to the rooms where you stayed. 

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[iffylogic]

I should pick up A Realm Reborn again. Yes! I will do this.

I haven't talked about the game much and it's killing me, I know no one'll probably read this but I need to go off, I have so many thoughts

I was level 50 when I last left off, just about to battle a Big Fighty Boi the Garleans uncovered. It has very "season finale" feel to it.

(I cheated and have been watching an online playthrough about halfwayish into Heavensward, but I still want to continue properly!)

WOL

I have a pathological need to keep my characters thematically consistent, so Carmine's gone from conjurer to white mage and I can't make myself try anything new. XD (It's pathological because I don't really enjoy playing white mage therefore this is self-harm klhfvjasdjklfhjasd)

I'm thinking once I finish this msq I'll start a Fyo playthrough that I'll actually see through into the expansions. She's a lot more flexible. She's also a punchygun person so I guess pugilist/monk and then gunbreaker later 🤔 but she DOES dabble in magics! So who knows 💃🥋

I can't put a self-insert in there because Yda already exists oTL

(not in looks lol)

GAME THOUGH!

It's so pretty and big and hilarious. My favorite quest so far has been the white mage one where I have to go all over the world finding relics to pray at. I was underleveled at the time and hadn't explored enough, so I was seeing lots of new interesting areas (and new routes to and from old areas) while running like hell from superior enemies in a panic. Seriously loved it. XD

I'm a person who gets really excited when I see new things. I love new scenery, new characters, new everything. So this game's been a constant joy and I'm frequently beside myself. I play in the name of joyous wonder, dang it. And this game delivers it with gusto. ⭐

I actually really enjoy traveling in games like this, it was almost sad when I got the hang of aether teleporting. I mean I understand but yeah I like to hoof it lol. And I still can! And it's fun!

I'm very predictable because my favorite character so far is Admiral Merlwyb. Tall person with guns and I could listen to nautical metaphors from her all day.

not kidding about her voice - a specific banquet scene happened, I was freaking out for plot reasons, then she blurted out "Seven Hells!" and I was like "thank you, I feel a little better now" XD

Favorite main cast character is probably Tataru and I am incapable of explaining why, but I love all the scions so far. I'm betting we'll get more eventually, so that'll be fun :D

The Garleans are ridiculously one-dimensional villains so far and it's kind of amazing. RE5 Wesker is my fave game villain, I eat that cheese up. Out of curiosity, I googled it and even their capital city is going out of its way to look as evil as possible. 10/10, will go on vacation there next summer

Ascians are over the top too of course, but they have a cult vibe, therefore being over-the-top is just sort of expected

oh yeah

GRANT US SUCCOR IN OUR HOUR OF N E E E E D

I know all the voices get better in the expansions (most of the main cast I already like but I get why people say this), but I'm going to miss the background-character voice acting in Realm Reborn holy shit lol

The soundtrack's alright so far (I know that gets better later as well). Kinda wish they had more than one "troubling/suspicious thing is happening" track, though. Is... is that still going to be there by Endwalker? XD

I'm crazy for the bagpipe floating island music and all the Alexander tunes 💃🎵

oh and Revenant's Toll! Arriving there was amazing. At the time, I was (again) under-leveled and was going deeper and deeper into unwelcome territory, far from help and civilization, then suddenly I'm in the middle of this remote town with pumping adventurer music and the locals are like "hey, you made it this far! Welcome to a town made by badasses, for badasses" and I'm like 🤩

SOCIAL...NESS

I need more friends to play with, I'm too shy. (I lost ALL of my momentum wanting to be social after that hell-job last year. I never quite got my spark back. 😔)

So um... what's the best way to find more people? Friendly laid-back people?

I'm obviously "Iffy Logic" on there if you wanna add me! Unless you need to search by character, in which case look for Carmine Pentella? On.... Cactuar?

Unless I'm playing Fyo. I uh... I don't know what her last name is yet. In the story she's from, family names aren't a thing. errr...

Also I notice a lot of the game's story stuff you HAVE to play alone? That's... kinda messed up, isn't it? Especially non-dungeon/raid cutscenes. You play together and one person just sorta stands around awkwardly while the other watches the story, and reacting is weird because they can't see what's happening.

Like... it feels like I'm going to a friend's house to watch a show with a friend, but then we have to be in separate rooms when I get there. Seems unfortunate.

it'd help if I could make myself play dungeons with other people. I'm too afraid I'll mess up and get yelled at. oTL

PFFFF

If you read this far, I'm both impressed and very sorry

how did you get here without a machete and safari hat

[aceparagoned]

i think i finally figured out why the series that were running during decade's run (kamen rider decade, fresh precure, and samurai sentai shinkenger) mean so much to me on multiple levels.

back in september 2012, my grandma lost her battle against her pulmonary fibrosis and this, more or less, devastated me because she was not just my grandma, but someone that i could talk to about anything and everything. she always was my cheerleader who made me believe that i could do anything i put my mind to, raised me herself when my mom was busy getting her masters in teaching, took me to so many vacations and we always had so much fun together.

so, having her be gone from my life was a horrible blow that i think really worsened my depression to where i'd spend most of my day in bed and tend to not do anything, which is why it took me three years to finish my associates from itt tech.

but then, i had a friend introduce me to precure while i was still grieving and my very first season was fresh, a series that i still hold near and dear to my heart. hearing the upbeat opening and endings helped a metric fuckton and i had something to look forward to when my friend and i would watch those episodes together every day.

then, the very same friend told me to watch samurai sentai shinkenger, and to this day, hearing psychic lover's "chan chan bara, chan chan bara~" is still an earworm that'll get me to sing along to the opening, no matter how bad my japanese pronunciation is. it wasn't until i completed the trifecta of the 09 super hero time series by watching the crossover episode that i also became interested in decade as well and started to watch that, too. i really enjoyed seeing tsukasa, natsumi, yusuke and daiki on my screen every time i watched an episode and each episode definitely brought me to tears (shinkenger and fresh precure also did the same thing, too.)

because of fresh, shinkenger, and decade, i was able to process my grief a lot easier and start to heal so that my grandma could see that i'm still moving forward and improving myself while still keeping her in my heart.

thank you to decade, fresh, and shinkenger for being there for me to grieve easier, and overall, keep on bettering myself day by day.

[tarilaran]

Roads require upkeep, and upkeep requires money.

Public roads are upkept using tax dollars, usually. Some public roads are partially funded via tolls, but most highways are tax dollars.

Parking lots are not, technically speaking, public roads. They're private roads. This makes upkeep significantly more complex. For for-profit businesses, upkeep comes out of profit. In effect, the people who use the service pay for the service. That'll come into play later.

As nice as it would be for universities to be mostly funded by the government as a public good, it's not currently like that. This means that most of the income a university gathers comes from students. Again, the people who use the service pay for the service.

The fun thing about universities is that a significant portion of their population simply don't use cars in their day-to-day. Whether that's on-campus residents, people who commute by bus, off-campus residents who live close, etc., it's a large number. These people, of course, do not use the parking lots.

If parking fees and parking passes and such were not separated out into their own system, then the funds to upkeep the parking lots and associated private roads would come out of the university's general fund. (I'm simplifying the accounting here a lot, but go with me.) Since the general fund is filled by student tuition and fees, then in effect, non-parking students subsidize the parking spaces. Instead, we can use a parking pass model to isolate upkeep to only those who use the service.

One system I've seen that's "good enough" has students put their parking pass fees onto their student account, where it can get paid for as part of scholarships and loans. These funds are often restricted, which means that money which doesn't go to "approved causes" either just sits there or has to be returned after a certain period. Again, simplifying. In effect, students have more unrestricted funds because their restricted funds were better used.

Hospitals and airports have a different mechanism at play. Aside from rampant capitalism, parking fees discourage parking. Airports tend to have long-term parking (IE drive to the airport, take a vacation, drive home from the airport) which means they need large lots which can store many cars. Creating fees encourages people to find alternate ways to get to the airport (e.g. taxi, bus, or tram). Hospitals also benefit from having parking lots with space empty--people who urgently need that space have it available, while people who don't urgently need the space are encouraged to go elsewhere.

They're not perfect systems. There are quite a few edge cases where the system breaks down, or moral hazards show themselves (especially relating to disability access and poverty) but they're at least systems which try to address the problems in the naive implementation.

[impossibleobservationkryptonite]

I recently adopted a cat, and have become one with being an unmarried cat lady. (Thanks for that Vance, I'm keeping the name. It's hilarious. That's the one thing you're god for Vance, putting a name to the idea. Love the idea of being an unmarried cat lady.) He is the most bitey, insane, lovely cat I have ever met in my life.

I have no idea how to train a cat. Even though I grew up with two cats. He has no concept of pain apparently because he will sprint full force anywhere and everywhere, and has decided to try and conquer the stove, especially while I'm cooking. (Much to my abject terror and me pulling him off the stove and putting him on my shoulder.) He will however cuddle with me, when he's not trying to bite my toes off. I've been promised however that when they get to be about two years old they'll mellow out a bit more. He's six months though, so I get to do this nonsense for about 18 more months. My friends have been telling me to get a second cat, and that'll help him play and have fun whenever I'm at work or on vacation. I just think they want me to get a second cat.

He does help most days though when I come home from work. He immediately yells to be picked up and concurrently starts purring when you do put him in your arms. Which is very sweet of him.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Lovies and Lessons

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I called dibs on the first shower and invited Finn to join me and he apparently took that to mean sitting on the toilet and talking to me while I shower.

Not what I had in mind but it's fine.

"I think I need a danger word. I have a safe word so why not a danger word?" he asks.

My face was under the spray but...

"A danger word?"

"Yeah, for when I need you to be rougher. You've been gentle with me since I got back. And we have not had enough lovies."

"Lovies?"

I'm not sure he's speaking English but he's right... I have been.

He's been exhausted and working non-stop and I was just trying to love on him a little but maybe that's not what he needed.

"That's what Rhys calls it. He gets lots. Morning and night and also milkies before nap."

So lovies is sex... Okay.

"Milkies?" I sound like a fucking parrot but I'm fairly sure what that one means. 

Still.. best to be certain.

"Yeah. But I like morning daddy milk too... I don't know. But I want more lovies please."

So lovies is fucking and milkies is blow jobs... alright... I can learn. 

"I would like that too darling but you've been really busy and usually exhausted by the time you get home."

What kind of an asshole would I have to be to demand he put out after the days he has?

"I still want lessons. That's my danger word, okay? I should get a lesson every night. Rhys says I'll get used to it if we just practice more which is kinda what rough, sexy Emmy says. So can we try? I don't care if I'm tired... I just have to lay there and let you make me feel good and I would feel better I think. I need it more than dinner, Emmy."

"Tonight or in general? Either way you seem to need both."

"Tonight I need a lesson way more than pizza but at home I'm usually starving so maybe dinner and then lovies. I don't care. Hey, I have sand in my hair. Are you done yet?" he asks just as I turn the water off.

"Yes. Get in here, grasshopper."

I hop out and he dashes in before turning the water back on.

"Emmy?"

I was just about to go put some shorts on but...

"Yes?"

"You can make me sore for a few days, until vacation is over at least. I don't mind and maybe I'll be able to take you easier then. You worry too much and I don't need you to worry about me."

"Finn, there is no such thing as worrying about you too much. It's my job and I enjoy it."

"But if we have lovies once you always say I need a break. Especially after lessons and I don't want one. Please?"

He turns the water off after a record quick shower.

When he comes out he practically pounces on me and steals my towel while kissing me.

It's rather distracting but I'm not about to complain.

"Lessons please, Emmy. Please? Unless... Emmy? You want me... don't you?"

That is absolutely not ever a problem and not the issue.

"I want you like crazy, darling. Of course I do."

Fine... he needs to be fucked, he will be... thoroughly.

As often as he wants.

Damn... happy vacation to me.

We had plenty of fun last night and this morning but if he needs a lesson tonight he'll get one.

It only takes me about two seconds to decide to fuck him over the padded footstool in our bedroom and we have a towel with us, how convenient.

"Get down there and don't move, Finn. Time to make me feel good."

He doesn't fight me much and soon the stool is supporting his weight.

I usually stretch him with plugs before going too rough but plenty of lube and a minute to adjust is going to have to be enough tonight.

No, hell... he's not even getting that much time.

I push in a few inches, giving him ten seconds and then start working myself in.

I'd usually go slower but he's actually doing pretty well.

"Emmy."

"That's it. That's what you need... isn't it?"

It's nearly impossible to make myself do it but I manage to pull out.

"Tell me what you want."

"More, Emmy. Do it again."

Fine... that'll do for now... I sink back into his luscious heat and give him two or three good thrusts before I pull back out.

"Does your pretty little hole miss me?"

"Yes. It wants to be all filled up. Please, Emmy."

That's all the restraint I have... I slam into him and fuck him mercilessly.

He's panting and moaning and fairly incoherent and that's fine by me.

My fingers usually have to hold him against me but he has nowhere to go so I reach up for his hair and tilt his head back.

"You feel so good, Finn. So damn good. Such a good boy... just lay there and let me use you."

I release his head and ask...

"You talked about Rhys' spankings. Do you need some of your own? Are you jealous?"

I know they're not his favorite and I don't really care right now... he said he wanted it rough.

I smack each cheek once but can't be bothered to do more because I'm too busy fucking him.

"Emmy. I'm a good boy."

"You are. You're my good boy and that's why you only get two spanks. You're taking me so well, Finn. Maybe I'll make you feel good, as well. Would you like that, babe?"

"Emmy," he sighs as I pull out.

"Thank you, Emmy."

Being thanked for fucking him senseless will never get old.

"I'm going to order pizza and you're going to lay right there and put on a show for the neighbors while I drip out of your ass. Don't move. I'm not sure I'm done with you yet."

I am done, of course but he loves the mental stuff as much as the physical.

"Whatever you want Emmy. I'll be a good boy for you."

This is going to be a very weird couple of days.

I really, really hope we get to come back after his meeting on Wednesday because it's too late tonight but one of these days I want to fuck him out on the deck once it gets dark.

We definitely need to get into that pool. 

Silly me... I thought he wanted to go to the beach on vacation but it may very well turn into a fuck-fest instead. 

I'm good with that.

[s0m3on3random]

The three princesses vacation II

Sorry for not posting on Tumblr for a while 😅 but, this is the next part! So, hope you enjoy it!

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We continue with the three girls walking into the train...

Peach: "This looks fancy!"

Daisy: "eh....its cool, futuristic you could say.."

Rosalina: "I wonder how people built this..."

Worker 1: "Guests! Welcome aboard the train!"

Daisy: "Hi! I'm daisy!"

Worker 1: "wait..."

Peach: "what is it?"

Worker 1: he points at daisy with shock then says...

Worker 1: "Your THE? Princess daisy!? Of sarasaland!?"

Daisy: "Yup! And that's me!"

Worker 1: "and you all are .."

Peach: "Princess Peach! Ruler of the mushroom kingdom!"

Rosalina: "Rosalina."

Worker 1: "I-...Follow me girls to your rooms!"

They walked to the luxury room, guided by the worker.

Worker 1: "Here you are girls! Thanks so much for coming!"

All three of them: "Your welcome!"

As they walk and explore the room silently until dawn, eventually, after they all finished unpacking, they all chatted and tested there beds for a bit until,

Daisy: "well, fun chat girls, but I'ma go get food!

Then, daisy got up and walked to the door and peach jumped up and ran up to daisy and said,

Peach: "alright then, I'll play some games in the arcade!"

And, Rosalina didn't want to stay sitting in the room so she got up right before they left, and she told them that,

Rosalina: "I will read at the library."

then, they all left the room, and waved bye to each other and went separate ways.

But, after the worker left the girls to chat for an hour...this happened..

As then worker dashed to the conductor's car after they went to their room, then he ran inside, and told the conductor that the three princesses were there..and taking vacation there as well....

??? 1: "Really? Those three came..."

Worker 1: "Y-Yes ...Sir."

??? 1: "Well then ....we can have some fun with them.."

??? 1: "Isn't that right....Boys..."

??? 2: "You won't get away with this [REDACTED]!"

??? 3: "Y-Yeah!"

??? 1: "well, to them, this is just vaca on a train."

??? 1: "they won't suspect a thing..."

??? 2: "What are you even gonna do with us anyway!"

??? 1: "You'll find out ...and YOU! Will pay the price!"

As 1 pointed at 2 with a angry look in his eyes

??? 1: "Cmon worker, let's go rest, and, bad sleep you two."

so then, the worker and 1 left the two of them to rest

??? 2: "Luigi? Do you anything on you?"

Luigi: "N-No...." as he looked down, then back at 1

Luigi: "You Mario?"

Mario: "No ..Nothing that'll help untie us, plus I can reach my pocket anyway..."

Luigi: "W-What are we gonna do then?"

Mario: ". . ."

Mario: "Escape from him, and leave this train with the girls."

[bepatientandpersistent]

Hi. I went to my stepmoms memorial service yesterday and saw lots of her family that I hadn't seen in years. I feel like those events are always bittersweet. It's nice to see loved ones you've missed but the reason you're gathering is terrible. I feel like my role was somewhat of a host position. My stepsister is not handling this well, as I expected. Where she was the one who should have been greeting people and receiving the family's well wishes, I had to do it. It was fine, I'm not complaining. But only about 1/4 of those people even knew that I existed. My dad is not a very social person and he didn't try to talk to anyone other than us, when he wasn't outside smoking. There was a great turnout, probably about 30 people. I had to remind my step-uncle of my name because he hadn't seen me in so long; when I was a child and went to Indiana for visits, he was in prison the majority of the time. My sister decided not to have a preacher or preist speak at the graveside or visitation, so the family said a few things at the cemetery. It was minimal but heartfelt. Everyone wanted it to be over because funerals suck and it was 30° and snowing.

My dad wanted to visit more after the service so we went to Evansville and went to the casino and dinner before going home. It was nice. I'm planning on going to Louisville to his place on Thursday to help him clean and pack up his apartment that he has to vacate by the 1st. That'll be fun. I'm also planning on doing some door dashing while I'm there to see how Louisville door dashing is and to make money, hopefully.

Today I'm at work until 3. Then I'm going to my mom's to personalize a couple blankets with her cricut and then we will come to town, deliver the blankets, and door dash for a while. I'm tired today. Work has been boring. I've been reading and working on paperwork stuff for school

I am thoroughly enjoying this break from school. I have 1 semester left before graduation. I started a countdown, 144 days now!

[clubwnderland]

Adminnie's Notice — ✨❤︎

Kia Ora everyone, hello!

It's been a while since I've been around, right? Most probably didn't notice or care and that's chill but I've been on vacation for the past month and have only really able been able to sit down and do anything like... yesterday? But while I was drafting up some stuff to reblog, I noticed that there have been a few admin notices and issues spoken about so I'm just going to make a post that'll get added to my rules for future reference.

Remember this is stuff I've been feeling for a while now and is all to make sure my experience here continues to be fun — not forced.

— Interactions

As we've all probably noticed but have definitely been going on for a while, interactions have become... one-sided. I do try my best these days to interact in some way with posts, I have some struggles which I'll address later, but I've noticed that whenever I post something (not an ask game), interactions are low unless it's a thirst trap. This is particularly discouraging because while I understand that the muse I post may not interest everyone but if I post a thirst trap for that same muse, it'll get more interaction in comparison to a regular update.

I don't really like posting thirst traps every week, I may do it once a month but it's not really something that I really have time to do as I like to have specific photos and that takes a lot of searching as I am picky.

Also, I've noticed that when I tag some people — and they tag me — the posts and interactions are either ignored or they don't interact with my stuff but will interact on their own. I don't actually understand this and this goes back to my rules about effort — if you aren't going to give equal engagement, please don't tag me. I remove people who don't interact with anything I post each month because I would rather not waste time tagging someone who ignores my stuff.

There are people who will only interact with a certain muse and this is something I do as well, if I have a connection with a muse(s), I will interact with only them and this is absolutely okay. If you are wanting to interact with one muse only and/or start a connection — please let me know. I don't bite!!

— NSFW/Multi-Muse Posts

Something I've noticed a lot is that there are a LOT of NSFW-based posts which is fine but it gets... boring? Maybe that's just me but I do enjoy learning about characters and what they do so when I'm only being tagged in NSFW posts, I never really know how to interact after a while. I don't mind being tagged but from now on, I'll only be interacting (as opposed to a support reblog) with NSFW posts of bots that I already have a connection with or ones that I want to form a connection with.

Another thing that I've been really struggling with is multi-muse/one-liner posts. While people can do what they want and I will not tell someone what to do — I really do struggle to interact when there are too many muses on a post and they only say one random line that I don't really know how to engage with. If I already have a connection, I interact with that muse specifically but if I don't... I support reblog. Again, I like seeing these character developments or what people get up to but sometimes having 20 muses on one post with one-liners gets really overwhelming for me.

This is just so people know why I support reblog a lot of posts these days and only interact with certain ones. I do try to interact as much as I can but I do get overwhelmed and so in future — just know this is why I may not interact.

— New Bots/Tags/OC's

Being away for a month, I've seen a lot of new bots pop up and disappear. I don't know why but it gets very very confusing on who is actually active and around to tag. I see a lot of bots who look like they are from the same admins and then get abandoned within a week of making their first couple of posts or ones who are made to ONLY interact with certain people but will tag everyone and then drama ensues over ‘jealousy’. I understand that motivation dies sometimes but damn— so I tend to support new accounts more than interact as I don't want to start interacting straight away and like concepts etc. and then they gone within the week.

This comes into the topic of my taglist. I redo my tags every month, I check who has been interacting with my posts, who is active/not active and who tags me. So my tags can be changing a lot, which is very time-consuming but I do it so that I'm not tagging dead accounts or people who just ignore tags from other people. If you aren't interested in interacting at all, please let me know and remove me from your tags! BUT if you want to interact more, maybe start a chat (friends are welcome too, doesn't need to be romantic/NSFW! Let's build our characters together!), please let me know too!!

Also, just a fun little insert here but I've noticed that OC's get ignored a lot still. I don't understand why this is or why there is so much hate surrounding OC's when at the end of day — all of our characters are essentially OC's and the ONLY difference is that we are using idol/celebrity face claims and their real name. I understand some hesitance behind it all but OC's deserve love just as much as everyone else.

— Inactive Chats

This is the last time I'll address this specifically so if an issue arises in the future, I have said it so much I'm a broken record. I will be deleting chats that have been inactive or ignored for three months without any communication. I've had a few people tell me that they are going on hiatus etc. and all that is absolutely fine because that's communication but I also know that some of my chats are dead or being ignored and I used to reach out all the time but I don't feel like I should do this.

I don't expect replies every day, or every week, but if you are active and haven't been engaging/replying in months then I'll take it as you no longer want the connection and will delete the chat. It is upsetting because I do love writing with everyone I have but this now means that if you ignore my muses, I will just end things without warning since you've been ignoring them without communication.

If you are wanting to change the direction, plot or anything of the like — please reach out so we can work out things as I know sometimes motivation for certain things can die or it gets too domestic and repetitive. If you don't want to continue, please let me know too — there are never any hard feelings. And to those who have spoken with me about stuff, don't worry about this at all as we've talked about it already!

— Misc.

I've had some asks sent recently so I just want to address them in one go. — Yes, I am absolutely 100% open to connections with the same admins/bots. I do try and form a friendship with those I write with and so it makes it easier to communicate and I mean... I have 20 muses so it isn't going to hurt having more than one connection going. — Yes, I'm absolutely cool with new people coming in to talk to the muses or to just send a starter. I will be making some starters for the muses that you can either reblog or just reply to in a chat. I know not everyone like dash so I'll work with you as long as you communicate with me. — No, Irene is happy in her relationship with Chris and they are perfectly fine. I am aware that they used to be a lot more active and this doesn't mean anything so please stop trying to cause drama where there is none. She is NOT interested in anyone else so please stop trying to get in between them by saying you can treat her better. Thank you. — Yes, I do have muses who are more active than others. This is due to the engagement and interest that people have shown and the more they are interacted with, the more they will come out otherwise they stay with those who talk to them. — Yes, I will be making posts soon! I just need to get through the museterviews and then I'll be starting a small Halloween event before getting back into things fully again!