#the imprint of september second

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of september

robin blaser the holy forest: collected poems of robin blaser: "[dear dusty moth]"

robin ekiss the mansion of happiness: "the bones of august"

e.e. cummings complete poems 1904-1962: "[anyone lived in a pretty how town]"

daisy fried econo motel, ocean city

david campos guilt shower and bad catholic

deborah a. miranda the zen of la llorona: "advice from la llorona"

v. penelope pelizzon blood memory

aimee nezhukumatathil invitation

jeffrey jullich portrait of colon dash paranthesis: "some materials may be inappropriate for children"

karina borowicz september tomatoes

patricia kirkpatrick survivor's guilt

kamau brathwaite born to slow horses: "i was wash-way in blood"

leslie adrienne miller the resurrection trade: "weaning"

allen edwin butt if briefly

gerrit lansing a february sheaf: selected writings, verse and prose: "how we sizzled in the pasture"

jayne cortez on the imperial highway: "in the morning"

stephen yenser preserves

ethan gilsdorf the imprint of september second

kathryn maris abc

paul zarzyski the antler tree

judith goldman vocoder: "rotten oasis"

tato laviera benedición: the complete poetry of tato laviera: "latero story"

tim seibles mosaic

ethan gilsdorf the imprint of september second

lucy wainger jiro dreams of sushi

robert duncan ground work: before the war: "a little language"

r.s. thomas the poems of r.s. thomas: "forest dwellers"

anthony wrynn saint john in the wilderness

reginald gibbons bear

walt whitman "are you the new person drawn toward me?"

kofi

[lavenderspence]

golden pleasure | A.H.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader       Word Count: 2.6K

Content warning: 18+, MDNI! smut, vaginal fingering, soft dom!aaron, a lot of praise, they are risking it in his office, lowkey ring kink

Summary: after hours of daydreaming about his fingers, a specific finger in particular, aaron shows you exactly how in tune he is with your body

A/N: this is brought to you from the deep end of my drafts *coughs* from september, and for inquiries, please get in touch with my alter ego, her name is julia, she’s the one who made this happen. she’s crazy, she’s kinky as fuck, and not surprisingly, girlie has a ring kink *pretends to be shocked*. anyway, this is quite literally the first smutty piece I've written in a while, so don’t break my heart, okay? other than that, julia also has a praise kink so she’d love to hear what you have to say about this. 

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It had been a long day of being in his presence, watching him, unable to touch him.

Hours of following his every move with your eyes. Minutes of watching his hands and fingers flex, wishing you were at their mercy.

A full day of building a fantasy inside your mind, desperate to have it turn into a reality. Eight hours of eyeing his fingers, watching as the gold on one of them caught the light, gleaming, screaming of his marital status. 

Wishing for the feel of the band on your body, the slight imprint it left on your skin whenever he squeezed your thigh too tight. You wished for the cold feeling of the metal on your throat, as his hand enclosed it like a necklace. 

Most of all, you fantasized about the feeling of that ring sliding against the sides of your tight pussy. You fantasized about watching the gold band gleaming, covered with your juices, of watching him suck his finger clean off afterward.

It was dirty, just a bit twisted, but it was exactly the kind of thoughts he elicited from you, no matter the setting, the circumstances, or the time.

Just his proximity made your body grow hot, but being so close to him for hours on end, stuck in a daydream featuring his body on display, making your own body sing praises and moans, was another form of torture. 

And even if he wasn’t exactly showing it, ever the stoic and professional man around others, deep down you felt it - he knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

Somehow, he always knew. 

It was as if he had a sixth sense when it came to you - he knew your body and mind even better than you did. He knew when your moods changed, and what the reason was. He knew when you were happy, or sad.

He knew when you were getting hot in his presence, somehow sensed when you were wet for him, and waiting for the much-needed relief he always brought you. 

And some way, somehow, he knew your every fantasy before you even had time to voice it.

That man was so incredibly in tune with your body, your entire being really, it was beautiful, but it was also maddening.

Just like it was now.

After a full day of meetings with the team, discussing old cases, and filling out files, he pulled you into his office. Tortuous didn’t even begin to cover the feeling of sitting inches away from him for hours and being unable to touch him. 

The moment the door closed behind you, and the blinds came down, he was onto you like a man starved. In all honesty, you weren’t behaving much better. 

You fisted the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him to you. He nosed your cheek before his hand caught your neck and stole the breath from your lips with a bruising kiss. There was nothing gentle about his movements, a stark contrast to his usual behavior in bed. 

He was a gentle lover because of course he was. He loved on you easily, passionately. But it felt like the proximity had turned him just as feral as it had you.

He didn’t waste any time pulling at your lower lip with his teeth in a show of dominance. You opened for him right away, and not a second later his tongue plunged into your mouth, swallowing a guttural moan in the process. 

Not only were his mouth and tongue dominating you in the sweetest way imaginable, but his touch was electrifying every neuron in your body, your temperature spiking as he played with you. 

The thrill of it stuck in his office where anyone would hear, heightened the sensation even more. 

His fingers ran across your back lightly, making you shiver against him. The moment they reached the band of your pants, he pulled your shirt out hastily. Once underneath it, his nails scratched at your tender flesh, making you hiss into the kiss.

He pulled away suddenly, his lips sliding down to leave a series of small kisses and nibbles against your jawline. 

His fingers worked urgently to unbutton your shirt until it stood open and the only thing really covering you was a white lacy bra. 

“What’s going on honey? Couldn’t keep it together for a few hours, hm?” He breathed as he took your body in. Chocolate eyes blazed with a fire behind them, running down your body and back up again. 

“Seems like I’m not the only one.” It came raspy, as you tried to take a proper breath.

“True, but honey, I’m not the one fantasizing about being fingered with a wedding ring on, am I?” Your breath hitched, but there was no point in being surprised. Deep down you knew he’d pegged your craving long ago - that was the kind of lover he was. 

Outside of being dedicated to bringing you to the highest high every time, he knew exactly which button to push to give you what you want. 

Your pleasure was his reward, your fantasy his mission. 

“You better get on with it, then.” You whispered, trying to pull him towards you again. You moaned when his lips latched onto the top of your breast spilling from your bra. You reacted instantly - one hand took hold of the desk, as the other grasped at the small hairs on the nape of his neck, strands sliding between your fingers. 

Without pulling away, you felt him catch your hips in a strong grip and walk you back toward one of the armchairs. He took a seat and pulled you into his lap, your back meeting his chest with an oomph.

Even with the numerous clothes separating you from one another, you still felt his muscles tense, his whole body jerking at the feel of you so close to him, against him.

You felt the tale tell sign of his own arousal as he hardened against your ass. Images of his rock-hard, long cock flooded your mind. 

“Funny how you think you are in charge here.” He whispered, before he bit at your ear and pulled it with his teeth. 

Before you even had time to retort, he was making quick work of unbuttoning your pants. He took the delicate material of your panties and ran it between his fingers.

“Bet you’re all wet already, aren’t you, baby?” You barely caught his words between the excitement buzzing around your whole body. 

He continued playing with your panties, like he had all the time in the world, like you weren’t burning to your very bones in anticipation. 

You nodded in answer, “Yes.” It was a high-pitched whine. 

The small kisses he gave the back of your neck completely contradicted his next move. He grasped your thighs and pulled them apart roughly. A show of his strength, of his claim on you, you weren’t sure. 

He massaged the outside as he brought his hands up and on top, slowly moving them toward the place that begged to be touched. 

He slid his hands over your mound, his touch barely a glaze over the material of your pants and the cotton of your panties still covering you. When his fingers ran over your clit, you moaned, bucking into the touch, chasing it desperately. 

Which was exactly what he wanted from you. Even with the soft touches of his lips on your fevered skin, he was playing you like his little toy. He was waiting for your cries to turn frantic, until he had to lay his hand against your mouth or kiss you, to keep you from revealing just what this devious Unit Chief was up to.

“Come on sweetheart, show me how much you want this.” One of his hands reached for your breast, squeezing the tender flesh, as the other continued strumming your lips through your pants. 

You were barely processing his words, barely listening to what he was saying. You loved it when he talked dirty, leading you on, talking you through it with that confident voice. The voice of a leader, a dominant, but soft, raspy when the high was starting to climb up his body. 

“I want it, please Aaron.” He moaned, hearing you finally use his name. God, did he not love hearing you say his name when the throes of passion had overtaken your every sense? 

“Okay, honey, okay.” He whispered, kissed your jaw as much as he could as his hand moved up and underneath, finding your panties drenched with your juices. Exactly the state he loved finding them in - messy, as he delivered the sweetest torture until he had you at his mercy. 

A begging mess of the woman he loved.

You moaned in sync when he reached your entrance, the sweetest melody composed of the roughness of his vocal cords and the softness of your timber.

His breathing picked up, and sharp exhales hit the side of your neck where his head was nestled. He ran two of his fingers down, gathering some of your essences, bringing them up to circle your clit. It made you sweat, it made you shake, delicious torture, endless edging. 

You squirmed against him, searching for friction, wanting him to finally get on with it, and push his finger inside. 

You should have known you wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Not a second later with a bite to your neck, one of his fingers finally pushed inside. 

“Look at this greedy pussy, swallowing me like a good girl.” You were so overwhelmed by finally having a part of him inside you, by his crude words, it didn’t really register at first - not until he twisted his finger.

The band scraped against your walls in the most exquisite way possible, every inch of it covered in your juices, just like you wanted.

You moaned in delight, your wet daydream coming true. The very clear, arousal-inducing vision you’d conjured as you sat amongst your colleagues. They had no idea what had been playing on a loop inside your mind for hours. 

The only person who did was the one whose touch, whose raspy voice and sharp intake of breath were making you lose all of your inhibitions, making you drunk on the pleasure he was delivering. 

He was moving lazily, barely giving you the stimulation you needed, No, it was clear he wasn’t done hearing you beg for him, it never was enough. Even with you on your knees, and already covered in his come, you had to beg and make it good.

You grasped the hand that held your middle, lacing your fingers together, your own ring shining underneath the soft light. You gave his fingers a hard squeeze, “Please.” You allowed yourself to utter. 

Aaron’s teeth scraped the side of your neck before he closed his lips to lap at the skin. 

“Please what? Tell your husband exactly what you want, go on honey.”

You shivered when he delivered another twist of his finger inside you, making the presence of his ring known again. God, this man. He knew how to touch you. He knew exactly how to push you, exactly what you wanted, and when you needed it. He knew how to love you soft, and how to fuck you hard. He knew when to edge you, and when to let you fly up into the sky like a show of fireworks on New Year’s Eve. 

This man knew exactly how to drive you mad with pleasure and keep you staying that way until he had his fill of you. 

You craned your neck as much as you could, meeting his fire-blazing eyes. Both of you were panting, breathing mingling together. 

“Fuck me, Aaron, please.” You closed the gap and touched your lips together, “Make me come.” You breathed. 

You needn't ask again.

His finger started trusting at an excruciating pace, setting your whole body from one to a hundred in seconds. 

You could barely sit still, squirming and needing more from him, needing all he could give.

So in tune with your needs, on the next trust, he added a second finger. Having two of his thick fingers crammed inside your tight pussy intensified the drag of the piece signifying your love even more. You were getting wetter as you imagined how it dragged inside you. 

You always loved seeing him wear his wedding ring, proud to parade him, and show the world he belonged to someone, that he belonged to you - and the feeling was mutual. 

But this? The spread of arousal across your whole body because of said gold band, was new, but oh so deliciously right. 

You never knew you’d crave him this way, like a madwoman unable to breathe if she didn’t have him inside you.

Electricity, fire, earth-shattering ecstasy - feelings, sensations no one else but your husband could give you. 

He scissored his fingers, twisted, pulled, trusted - relentless, mad to get you your pleasure, mad to see you come as you rode his fingers. 

Bites and scrapes of his teeth on your neck. Squeezes of your breasts inside his hands. Fingers speeding up, drenched by your desire for him. Sweet, dirty words whispered between all of the other sensations. 

“Yes, just like that, good girl.”

“Go on, yes honey, moan my name.”

“Come on, tell everyone exactly what I’m doing.”

It was all too much, too magnetic. You could hardly hold any longer. You reached back and gripped his hair, feeling his lips turn up where they sucked your pulse point. 

He knew you were nearing your end, could feel it in the shake of your legs over his, the tight grip of your hand in his hair, and the pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. He curled his fingers up, touching a place he’d been keeping himself away from until now. 

“Come on, honey, come on my fingers.” He urged you on, waiting to feel you finish for him. 

And you did, you went off like a firework, your vision blurring briefly as your pussy pulsed, your essence flowing out and making even more of a mess inside your panties and around his fingers. 

You weren’t even aware of what was happening around you as you came down - your breathing was the only thing you heard, the only thing you felt. 

Soft kisses followed a route - the side of your head, your shoulder, your cheek, and then back again. He repeated that until your breathing returned to normal and the sweat on your skin wasn’t glistening as much.

But his fingers didn’t move an inch until you were aware enough to turn your head around again.

He pulled them gently, watching your brows furrow and a sharp exhale leave you. Aaron brought his hand between you for you to see - his fingers, his entire band covered with remnants of you. 

You bit your lip, moaning at the sight. 

“Go on, clean it,” He rasped

You took hold of his wrist and brought his fingers towards your mouth. You took them together, moaning at the tangy taste of yourself, and swirled your tongue around the digits. You held his eyes, letting him know just how much you were enjoying it. 

You barely tongued at the band before you pulled them out and licked your lips, “Your turn.” Seduction dripped from your voice. 

He arched a brow, but a smirk quickly followed. You were still holding into his hand as he brought it up towards himself and wrapped his mouth around the digits. 

He shared the taste of your mouth, the wetness from your pussy, and the remainder of the rest of his life with you. 

Hours of torture - waiting, all for the feeling of your shared golden pleasure. 

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[metamorphesque]

The Imprint of September Second, Ethan Gilsdorf

[wintersera]

forever mine || alpha!karina x omega!reader

notes: AGAIN sorry for the delay anon but here’s the request!! fun fact i wrote this while listening to the super mario galaxy ost 😭

cw: OMEGAVERSE, alpha karina, omega reader (obvs), maybe rina is a little possessive, use of toys, biting, scratching, g!p rina, creampie, breeding kink

wc 2.2k

your alpha girlfriend was so sweet and caring, the best alpha you could ever wish for. unlike other alphas, she was never too aggressive with you, rather, she was too careful with you- biologically she should’ve been treating you like you were her toy for breeding, but i guess not. nonetheless she was still a great alpha girlfriend.

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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

first of september- the first ever day since you’ve forgotten to buy your heat suppressants since you started dating jimin. your stomach drops as your pheromones begin to waft around your workplace filled with pure blooded alphas.

shit shit shit i’m dead, oh i’m screwed what do i do? ohhh god what do i do?

it was sorta stupid. yeah- an undercover omega in a job filled to the brim with hardworking alphas. you were doing a great job of convincing everyone that you were just a simple beta. that’s how you landed your job in the first place, but now because of this one stupid mistake, you were bound to lose your job.

“guys…” head manager, a very big alpha man in your words, spoke up. his head tilting and nostrils flaring as he’s looking around the office, confusion on his sharp features “…are you smelling that?” with the attention drawn on your floral scent, you begin to panic as the other alphas begin sniffing around too.

ough,, how do you get outta this situation fast “i think i’ll head out early guys. whoever has their heat is driving me insane it might trigger my rut” how bad of a lie was that. it didn’t matter anyways, dashing out the room with your blazer and bag in, hand rummaging around your trouser pockets as soon as you make it out of the building.

“jesus christ jimin pick up please, please” walking, no- sprinting to the direction of your apartment. you knew your heat was gonna hit you badly. you’ve been taking suppressants for years so having a full blown pheromone disaster for the first time in years was going to be crazy. people were looking at you like you were crazy, but you’d rather have many people look at you weird than have your scent imprinted on the damn streets.

“what’s up?” thank the lord, she answered her phone just in time.

fumbling for your keys trying to shove it into the door lock, you sigh with a heavy breath “uh,, um jimin i’m going into heat- i already feel funny” unlocking the door, you fling yourself into the apartment, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

“what do you mean going into heat? did you not,,, oh well shit okay give me a few minutes” hanging up the call.

not so much to your surprise, slick was coating your cunt like crazy. to the point where it started to go through your trousers and down your legs. the need you had for your girlfriend was so unbearable.

in a haze, you wobbled to your shared bedroom and grabbed one of her used shirts. her clothes smelt so good, the lingering scent dripping from her clothes was enough to make you keel over and plop onto the bed. you felt yourself getting slicker, your needy cunt needing your alpha to come over and fuck you silly was growing stronger each second she wasn’t in the room with you.

taking matters into your own hands because you couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of your heat coiling in your stomach was too much. your brain was giving into your biological urges and you needed to get off now or you’d suffer. grabbing a pile of jimin's clothes and making somewhat of a nest on the bed, you surround yourself with the scent of freshly ground coffee. quickly taking off every single piece of clothing, getting right back up to open the box of toys you kept just in case a moment like this ever happened- searching for anything, any toy, that could satisfy you while you wait for your alpha.

whereas jimin on the other hand was worried sick. throughout your two year relationship with her she’d never seen you in a proper heat. like yeah, the heat suppressants and scent blockers helped quite a lot so you were never heavily affected by the symptoms. of course omegas would usually never get this horrible desire to mate this early into their heat, but unfortunately for you, you did have this raging urge to mate so early.

you weren’t so very conscious, you were starting to feel groggy, a feverish high temperature when you touch your head began to appear. this heat was kicking you in the ass and you couldn’t take it anymore- taking the vibrator in your hands and placing it on the highest setting, your hands make there way all the way down to your throbbing clit “a-ah, hnnng jimin come quick…”

so so desperate for her, you pick up your phone hoping that she would answer your calls “please- please pick up jimin”

“i’m almost home baby, do you need something or…”

“just hurry up i’m begging you to come home pleaseee” and who was she to deny your request. stepping on the gas faster knowing that her precious little omega was in need of her alphas presence. she could here your desperation deep within your voice.

“don’t worry i’m about to park soon, just wait for me okay” jimin, knowing how she acted during your very suppressed heats, believed that she could never submit to her instincts since she has never done so when it came to you. that quickly changed as she opened the door, the scent of roses attacking her as she stepped inside. it was a thick scent, it stuck to everywhere and it didn't help that you couldn’t open the windows in time, now your walls were coated in this thick floral scent.

it took jimin a lot of willpower not to give into her urges right there. she felt her rut kicking in and it made her growl in discomfort. never feeling this way in a while, because she took rut suppressants since the two of you started dating, she started growing hazy much like you did. she was a pure blooded alpha which didn’t help either, the intensity of your heat did rounds on her and she had strongest urge to mark you up.

you could hear her footsteps grow louder and louder, her low growls could be heard with the door still shut. quite impressive. she didn’t even say anything when entering, taking off her work clothes only leaving just her boxers on, the line of her hard cock showing through made you whimper out loud. your slick was practically drooling out from your pussy.

in her eyes you were nothing more than a snack to be devoured. her red eyes peered down at you like you were some sort of prey, and you must admit that pure blooded alpha jimin was really arousing to watch. pheromones in the room were strong as hell, your thick sweet floral scent mixing with jimin’s freshly scented coffee smell made a delicious combination. the scent alone driving you two mad.

she went to sit on the bed, still peering at you meek little body. with hunter like eyes she stared you down and licked her lips, “sit up omega” obeying your alpha like the good little omega you are, you sit up from the nest of clothes.

she could hear little puffs of air pour out of your lips, stifling a chuckle as she watches you struggle to sit up straight and look at her straight in the eye. hooking you up with ease, jimin had your body pressed up against hers, sliding one of her hands in between your thighs opening them up with a strong grip “you look so needy for me” a second goes by and she’s shoving you back into the pillow.

“fuck” jimin whispered “how do you smell so good” nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “you smell so tempting, fuck, i can’t-“ she gave your thighs a firm squeeze, exhaling shakily “you need to take me right now, i can’t take it anymore. i need to feel your tight cunt around my cock” her voice low and coarse. in a flash she slipped her cock into your dripping heat, mewls threatening to escape your mouth.

if you weren’t too dazed and horny you would’ve been saying how you’ve waited for this exact moment. jimin didn’t spend anytime fucking around with foreplay, she went straight into pounding your slicked up hole with no mercy. everything she did set your body ablaze, her hands were touching every single inch on your body and it felt so fucking good.

like a ravenous animal she attacked your neck, licking, marking, biting your throat all whilst groaning. her animalistic mind wanting to show that you’re her omega and nobody else’s and by that she had to litter you with marks of any kind, purposely rubbing her scent to mark you as her omega.

every thrust made your back arch slightly off the bed, hitting all the spots you never knew could feel good because of how nice she usually fucked you. you felt how fast and precise her movement was, and it was heavenly.

as your back arched closer to hers, she shifted even more closer to you, practically pinning you onto the bed by hooking both of your legs above her broad shoulders. hitting even deeper then she previously did before, you felt the tip of her cock graze your cervix “mmfh, fuck, fuck- my baby feels so fucking good” saying all that while she’s harshly sinking her teeth into your shoulders.

“s’too much,, ah- jimin, g-good” her urges began to flare up, the only thing on her mind was to mark you up for good. like she was oh so desperate to keep you as hers.

pulling her cock out, in between breaths she instructs you “turn around. y/n turn over for me.. need to- need to fill you up“ taking your legs of her shoulders and flipping you over with ease, again with her predatory gaze, she stares right at your exposed ass in which tempted her to completely destroy you until you can’t stand anymore, leaving you in a state of vulnerability so that she can take care of you.

her alpha instincts were indeed controlling her every movement, the loving and caring alpha you knew was gone. all was left was a dominating alpha who wanted to fuck you till you were filled up with her cum, even if that means you’ll bear her pups.

returning back into your needy cunt, she moans even louder, louder than you’d ever heard. “omega- omega fuck, i’ll mark you. you’re mine, mine only. mine,,, shit you’re mine forever” relentlessly pushing your head into the pillows, her thrusts became frantic and desperate- her movement erratic and messy, it made you love her even more. her alpha side was making you wetter and wetter, bedsheets were covered with your slick.

your moans were insanely unholy. you were screaming and clawing onto whatever you could grab hold onto. her dick growing larger than before and that's when the both of you knew that she was about to knot into you. grabbing her arm for moral support, you dig your nails harshly into them leaving a few minor scars.

right now you looked so fucked out. you were crying, drooling everywhere all while you were screaming out her name. jimin took her time to place a generous amount of bites and hickeys all over your back too. you know… for extra measures of course.

“aah fuck, pleasepleaseplease alpha cum- cum in me” you sobbed out.

“bout to- gonna,, augh fuck cumming” one final harsh thrust into your cunt and her knot swelled as she spilled every ounce of cum into your hole. your cunt clamping down on her as well, essentially locking the two of you. whilst she knotted into you, she swiftly leaned to the back of your neck and inserted her teeth. it hurt a lot, the feeling of her sharp canines sent your nerves on fire, but only a second later and it felt almost orgasmic.

finally she had marked you, but now you were stuck like this for a while. her knot being large enough to just be stuck in this position. both of you were lowkey back into consciousness, the alpha side of her dying down a little bit and the subby omega side of you dissipating.

after a couple of minutes of basking in your orgasm, her knot went down eventually. it was just enough so that you could move slightly which inevitably caused her semen to seep out of your cunt.

“aaah~ can’t… believe.. i… marked.. you..” catching her breath through each word she managed to muster up “that means you’re mine.. forever, right?”

aww big dom alpha jimin was gone, but your cute puppy of a girlfriend was back. you turn around with her cock still in you and see her smiling right at you, her big puppy eyes beaming with glee.

“yeah.. forever”

[lrlamauthor]

Surprise! DAW and Hodderscape have picked up my debut series, Micah Grey!

PANTOMIME will be out next September 2025, with SHADOWPLAY and MASQUERADE to follow in October and November.

HOWEVER, thanks to the doors @say_shannon opened with her re-release of the earlier Bone Season volumes, and similar to what @_elizabethmay has done with The Falconer, I'm editing the series for content this time around.

I still think earlier PANTOMIME etc holds up pretty well considering how young I was when I wrote it. But I wanted to take advantage of this truly wild opportunity and ensure the re-release better reflects my current writing style and craft. I also wrote this trilogy when I was trying to pretend that I was straight and cis (oh, sweet summer child), so I wanted to re-visit with that fuller knowledge of myself, too.

The series will still follow the same overall trajectory, but it's being tightened, enhanced, certain things are foreshadowed better since, hey, I know how it all shakes out now. I'm also making it in some ways a little gentler, though it won't quite be cosy fantasy. Figured we could all use that escapism. Pantomime (2013) had a very rocky journey over the years. Despite strong reviews, accolades, etc, the series was cancelled and I was dropped a month after the sequel came out and I was dropped. They cited low sales, but the imprint also went bankrupt not long after. So I had achieved my dream then was promptly unpublished with an unfinished trilogy. I later sold it to my publisher at the time in the UK and was able to release Masquerade in 2017, and the series ticked along okay, then largely disappeared. I got dropped by the second publisher too after those contracts were complete. I ended up landing elsewhere and steadily started finding success in 2020, first with Goldilocks, which did okay despite the pandemic, and Seven Devils, which hit the Sunday Times in the UK (though lifetime sales remained soft, sadly). Dragonfall ended up changing things for me, even if publishing it was also emotionally quite difficult in many ways.

I thought Micah's journey was largely finished, but here we are twelve years later, flying, me lovelies. Pre-order links aren't live yet, but I hope you'll take a look next year. Nice things people said about the earlier iteration:

“Pantomime by Laura Lam took me to an exotic and detailed world, peopled by characters that I’d love to be friends with . . . and some I’d never want to cross paths with.” – Robin Hobb

“Pantomime is a fantastical, richly drawn, poignant take on a classic coming-of-age story . . . a vibrant tale told with surety and grace.” – Leigh Bardugo

Art of Micah, Drystan, and Cyan by @layahimalaya.

Come one, come all. Ladies and gentlemen, and those who are both, between, or neither. Friends and foes, curs and skags, folks from near and far.

Step right up.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Fifteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,135

Winter came quickly this year, though it probably felt quick due to Nessie's growth, she was born in September, and as we entered December she was almost the size of a six year old. It baffled us all. We had never seen a vampire/Human hybrid, so we were all stunned, Carlisle and Edward threw themselves into research whilst the rest of us spent our time with Nessie, enjoying her as much as we could. 

I adored being around her, it broke my hear at the same time, and I still hadn't spoke to Paul about why it hurt so much. 

"Auntie Y/n its time to read!" Nessie giggled running to me, she launched herself into my lap with a book in hand. We had taken to reading everyday, snuggled together on the couch in front of the fireplace. It had become one of my favourite things to do. 

I took the book from her hand and opened it, I held the book as she read aloud, we usually got through the entire book in a day. Which meant I was soon becoming a regular in the book shop in town. 

Once she had finished reading the chapter we were on, she stopped and looked up at me, grinning. 

"When's Paul coming here again?" She asks, smiling so sweetly. She loved Paul, she loved most of the wolves it seemed, it was nice, seeing everyone get along all because of this little girl. 

"He should be here soon, he's taking me out" I answer. 

"On a date?" Nessie asked, giggling at the word. 

"I think so" I answered, I  pointed to where we were on the book, and she carried on her reading. 

After a little while, Bella and Rosalie joined us, listening to Nessie read. We all loved watching her exist, which would probably seem weird to an outsider. I think we were all terrified on how long we would have with her. 

"Did I miss reading time?" Paul suddenly said walking into the room, with Jacob behind him, Nessie's face lit up and she jumped up to hug both men. My heart hurt for a second watching Paul pick Nessie up for a tight hug, he spun her around the room and then let Nessie jump into Jacob's arms. 

Paul must of seen the pained look on my face because he cocked his head to the side, as if he was asking me what was wrong. I shook my head and stood up, I hugged Paul tightly and pressed a short kiss to his lips. 

"Hello my love, are you ready?" He asks, I nod. We weren't going out on a fancy date, just a coffee cafe date. We had found a cafe a short drive away we both loved. Paul took my hand and pulled me towards the door, I waved goodbye to everyone and followed. 

"Who's driving today?" I ask, it was snowing heavily outside. But neither of us felt the cold, so it was his motorbike or mine. He shook his keys in the air and walked towards his bike. 

He handed me the spare helmet, despite me telling him hundreds of times I don't need one, he still made me wear one. I didn't argue much, I knew he only pushed because he loved me. 

We both hopped into the bike, I snuggled in close behind him, holding on tight, I rested my head on his back, ready for the ride. I loved being on the bike with him, I loved holding on tight, he was so warm, I loved being able to feel it. I couldn't believe how in love I was with this man, and we could spend forever together. 

It was almost perfect. Almost. I could live with being with Paul forever, and loving him forever, unfortunately there was always a part of me, and I still hadn't worked out how big of a part of me, but I wanted a family. A family created by Paul and I.. And maybe I was getting ahead of myself, we hadn't been together for that long, but with forever, there was no set timeline of events. There was just us, and what we decided to do with forever. 

I would have to talk to Paul soon, though there was nothing to do about the thing upsetting me, I suppose it would help to talk about it. 

Forty minutes later, we arrived at our cosy little cafe, it didn't look too busy thankfully. We smiled at the staff as we walked in and sat in our usual booth, and we had had come here so often, the staff knew our drinks. I usually ordered a basic Cappuccino, it was warm and creamy and it hit the spot. I was glad beverages were something I could still enjoy. 

Paul however, surprised me with his usual order, I was never allowed to tell anyone ever, though Edward knew, but that was inevitable, but his order was a vanilla frappe, which I didn't think so bad, but according to him, his pack would take the piss out of him for it. Men were something I'd never understand. 

I chuckled and sipped my coffee happily. Our hands both on the table our fingers intertwined. We didn't even need to talk, his presents alone comforted me, I felt relaxed with him. 

"I love you" I sighed happily. His grip on my fingers became tightly and he pulled my hand over to kiss my fingers. 

"I love you my darling" He whispers with my fingers still touching his lips.  I felt his love through my body, reaching every part of me. It was my favourite feeling. I wished we could stay like this forever, just me and him, in our little bubble. 

But of course, its like my phone heard my thought, but it started ringing. I sighed and grabbed my phone from my pocket.

"Hello" I said as I answered it. It was Edward.

"Y/n I need you to come home now"

"What drama has our family created now" I joked, he didn't laugh. 

"The Volturi want us dead" He spoke

"Again?" I ask, slight humor in my tone. 

"Irina saw Nessie, she thinks we created an immortal child, she has gone to the Volturi, Alice has seen, they want us dead, I need you to come home" And then he hung up.

"We have to go back, don't we?" Paul asked, sadly I nodded, we left our coffees and left. 

"One day, we'll actually finish a date" I laugh

"If we left this town for an extended date, I think that maybe wouldn't be interrupted" Paul grinned pulling me close to him, his arm around my shoulder. 

"Have you met our families?" I smirk. 

We hopped onto the bike and left our cosy cafe. 

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Gina Thompson photographed by Raymond Boyd (July 1999). 'Nobody Does It Better' was Gina Thompson's first album. Released in 1996, it featured production by Missy Elliott and Diddy, and featured appearances by Elliott, Diddy, and Craig Mack, among others. Her first single from the album, "The Things That You Do", was a success, peaking at number 41 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts, and number 12 on Billboard's Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks chart. Her song, "You Bring the Sunshine", was produced by John jon and was included on the NBA @ 50 compilation album as the lead single. It peaked at number 53 on the Hot 100. Also in 1996, Thompson performed background vocals for the song "Cold Rock A Party" by MC Lyte featuring Missy Elliott and Puff Daddy. She also appeared on Lyte's 1998 album Seven & Seven, on the track 'It's All Yours". Later work included "Why Do Fools Fall in Love", a re-imagining of the 1955 Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers hit of the same name. Thompson's "Why Do Fools Fall in Love," featuring Missy Elliott and rapper Mocha, was featured in the 1998 Lymon biopic Why Do Fools Fall in Love and its soundtrack. The singer also appeared on Missy Elliott's second album, Da Real World. By the latter part of 1998, Thompson's debut was certified Platinum by the RIAA after an estimate of one million copies of the album were sold. Thompson's second album, If You Only Knew, was set to be released on September 21, 1999 on Elektra Records through Missy Elliott's The Goldmind Inc. imprint. Two singles were released in advance of the album's anticipated release date: "Ya Di Ya", featuring Elliott, peaked at number 38 on the R&B chart. The album was shelved, and Thompson asked to be released from her contract.

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Blood

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Joel comes home to the smell of blood.

Warnings: PLEASE READ angst without a happy ending, death of an infant, death of a child, main character death, loss of a child (stillbirth), loss of a partner

A/N: Please read the warnings above. If any of them feel even remotely uncomfortable for you, please do not read this fic.

I don't own photos, dividers or characters.

Over the past twenty years, Joel’s become familiar with blood in ways he’s never wanted. 

He’s known it dripping from his daughter, himself, Tommy. 

One time he tried to list off all the people he’d seen bleed, whether or not he knew their names. 

It smells sickly and sweet. He thinks the smell is the heat of life as it swirls up and out of the wound and into the air. 

He never knew how warm a human being truly was, until that early September night, Sarah panting in his arms. 

It had been an abnormally hot day for the month, the relentless Texas summer still lingering in the air, like a sun-warmed sidewalk, autumn still not fully committed to its task yet. He had been so hot all day, and through the night, as he screamed and ran and ran and screamed. 

There was a faint trickle of sweat going down his back, his shirt sticking to his skin. 

But when his daughter gripped at him, when he pressed his hands against her stomach and pressed down down, the blood had seeped through. It was hot, uncomfortably so. It ran down his wrists and made his fingers slippery, stained his arm, stuck his fine hairs to his skin till the blood crusted over into brown. 

It burned him wherever Sarah touched him, red handprints imprinted onto his skin that he punched Tommy over when he suggested that maybe he find something to wash them off. 

Joel didn’t like blood. Didn’t like it even when it meant his survival, that his heavy boulder of a life would live to see another roll up and down the mountain. 

Even in Jackson, he hated it. 

The sight of it sat in his stomach like hemlock, the smell filled his lungs like tar. 

When Joel saw blood, blood poured from his eyes. 

So, when Joel comes home from patrol, the house he’s worked long and hard to call home, has made sure to keep the slither of blood away from, he has to stumble to the kitchen table to catch his breath. 

The sweet smell hangs in the air like mustard gas. He sees the yellow fog of it twist and turn each corner and hang heavy at his ankles, grave-like and sombre. 

He wants to throw up. 

He follows the fog, follows the smell. The nausea rises and falls inside him like the tide, relentless and without fail. The impassivity of the ocean terrifying. The threat of eternity. 

When Joel opens the door to the bedroom he shares with you, the bedroom he’s worked long and hard at to call his, the bedroom he’s rearranged for you dozens and dozens of times over the past eight months as your nesting had gotten stronger until his back gave out, he stumbles and holds onto the doorframe to catch his breath and finds it doesn’t come to him. 

You’d traded a lot for those floral sheets. Had worked long hours to be able to afford them, and cooked as hearty a meal as you could when you finally got your hands on them. 

There’s so much blood that it’s turned the bedding and your dearly-loved sheets nearly black. You’re holding something grey and covered in blood to your chest, rocking it gently, sweat stuck to your forehead. 

You seem the ghost of the woman he knew. The one who got up and sang off-key without any music for a full house at the Tipsy Bison and stole Joel’s heart in one fell swoop of an eagle’s wing, your voice sounding like wind chimes. There’s a brush of blood on your forehead, the roots of fingers following a palm. 

Your eyes are hazy and delirious but still they light up when they see him, “Hi, Joel.” 

He walks into the room, he hears himself talking to you but doesn’t realise when he managed to do that. He sits down on the bed and it’s warm and wet. A few seconds later, he feels the blood crawl into his jeans. 

You mumble something and with a butterfly of a smile you hold out your arms to him. Joel finds himself stroking the face of his daughter, running his hand down the bridge of her nose, smaller than his pointer finger. 

One of your breasts is out of your shirt, milk runs from it and pools down into an oasis of white. There’s a dribble of it against his daughter’s mouth. 

You’re saying something again, “...eager to see you, Joel, to see her father.” 

Joel doesn’t know where you’ve found the strength to be talking like this. When he touches your forehead, you’re burning. He remembers that one night when he took you out dancing. Where he watched you move like a sirocco from the bar counter and got you drinks to cool off. He remembers pressing his lips against your hot skin, right below your hairline, he remembers your arm, strong and steady as it wrapped around his waist. 

It had been a long time since Joel had done anything of the like in public like that. When he pulled away he found his heart beating out of his chest without control. He was scared you would be able to see it moving against his shirt. A rapid rise and fall like the beat of a rabbit’s foot. 

“Isn’t she pretty, Joel?” 

He swallows and nods, says that she is because it’s the truth. The scrunched up, wrinkled face, colourless and lifeless, is beautiful because she was inside you for eight months and Joel spent those nights he spent with you talking to his daughter inside your womb. He hasn’t seen anything more pretty. 

“Lovely,” his voice is hoarse, and he hates how his tongue is cottony. He wants to say more and he only repeats himself, “Lovely.” 

You shift and groan but keep moving until you place your child in his arms. Your hand remains on her head, brushing your thumb back and forth, “Aren’t you happy?” 

“Why didn't you call for someone?” 

“I love her so much, I didn’t think it possible to love someone like this…” you let out a tired sigh and Joel feels the faint heated brush of a bit of your life pass against his neck. You lay down against your pillow. “She’s not latching…” 

Something inside him hallows out. Joel feels wind churn in every corner of his chest, braiding in and out between his ribs. His bones feel dry, the insides of them empty of any marrow. They hit against one another as the bleeding thing inside him continues to beat. 

“I’ll go get Maria-” 

He wonders why he didn’t think of this sooner, of getting help, why he didn’t run straight out the door when he smelt blood in his house, when he saw you in bed, more of your blood outside of you than in. 

“No,” an urgency hangs against your voice like an anchor. You reach out to him, “Stay with us for now.” 

Joel’s jeans are dipped in your blood, he feels it press mercilessly against his skin. 

He looks down at the baby in his arms, viciously silent, heartlessly still. 

Sarah had a set of lungs on her when she was born. Had screamed so loud it filled the room. 

“Alright.” 

When Joel dips his head to kiss your hairline, you smell like blood. One time, in the low light of your fireplace, before you’d moved in with him, you’d pressed your head against his neck and murmured that you used to use Dior perfume, that it was the only luxury you permitted yourself before the world set itself on fire. 

After he’d have sex with you, you smelt like sweat and Joel and skin. Heated and vibrant with life, Joel would press his front teeth into your upper arm until you pressed him away and called him an animal. 

When you came back from your shifts in the garden, you smelt like earth. Something rich and dark. Some mysterious force of nature clinging against your clothes and body, making you glow. 

He wonders if he would have fallen in love with you back when you sprayed yourself with designer perfume. If you would have let him into your life enough to have him put a piece of himself inside you to grow. Selfishly. 

His daughter lays heavy in his arms. 

He always noticed that, once the haze of the blood had cleared. When the blood had cooled down and the life had left its cells empty and deflated. 

How weighted Sarah was, when she wasn’t carrying herself and entirely dependent on his arms and strength. 

“Joel?” 

Nausea crawls up his throat like a slug, and he swallows it down. “Hm?” 

“Aren’t you happy?” Your voice is meek and small. He feels he could cup it in the palm of his hand and have room to spare. 

“Are you?” A childish smile grows on your face, your eyes glazed over, slightly out of focus. He supposes your happiness is his, and he nods before you respond, “I am. Very much.” 

You’ve made him a father again, after all. 

He leans down and kisses your baby. She’s still warm to the touch. He wonders how long ago this had happened to you. 

He wants to be mad at you for not getting help, for not calling for Ellie or him, or Tommy or Maria or any person in this black hole of a settlement. 

If he said he was happy though, he supposes he’s happy. 

“I’m tired, Joel.” 

“You’ve good right to be.” 

If he closes his eyes, he’ll feel the gentle movements of his daughter against his chest. 

“I think I might sleep.” 

Your lips have lost colour. There’s a dull certainty inside your voice now. 

“You do that, baby.” 

There’s so much blood in his jeans he fears he won’t be able to wash them out, that he’ll have to throw them out along with the mattress and the bedding. 

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Inside Wrestling: Volume 26, 2009

wrestling timeline 

Samoa Joe

Inside Wrestling journeys back in time to examine the career of a superstar who has left a major imprint on the sport

MARCH 17, 1979: The future “Samoa Submission Machine,” Nuufolau Joel Seanoa, is born in Orange County, California.

DECEMBER 18, 1999: After only a few months of formal training, 20-year-old Joe competes in his first professional match for UIWA. 

MARCH 3, 2001: Under a developmental deal with WWF, Joe loses to Essa Rios on the company’s Jakked program.

MARCH 14, 2001: Joe wins first singles championship–the UPW heavyweight title–by defeating Christopher Daniels.

JUNE 14, 2001: Joe and Keiji Sakoda win the first-ever NWA Intercontinental tag team championship in Pro Wrestling ZERO1. 

OCTOBER 5, 2002: Joe returns to the United States and begins wrestling for Ring of Honor. He loses his first official match to Low Ki. 

JANUARY 11, 2003: In the first of what would be many epic battles, Joe defeats “American Dragon” Bryan Danielson.

MARCH 22, 2003: Joe captures the Ring of Honor heavyweight title by defeating Xavier.

NOVEMBER 29, 2003: One-time partners A.J. Styles and Joe square off with the ROH champion getting the best of the “Phenomenal One.”

FEBRUARY 14, 2004: At ROH’s second anniversary show, Joe retains the promotion’s championship by defeating Low KI. Dan Maff, and B.J. Whitmer in a “Fatal Four-Way” match.” 

APRIL 23, 2004: When he can’t defeat Joe in the ring during an ROH event, Homicide attempts to end the big Samoan’s career by hitting the champ with a fireball.

SEPTEMBER 18, 2004: In the final round of the IWA: Mid-South Ted Petty Invitational tournament, Joe and Bryan Danielson fall to A.J. Styles. 

DECEMBER 4, 2004: Joe finishes his trilogy of matches against C.M. Punk as the victor. These bouts would go down in ROH history as some of the best the promotion has ever seen. 

DECEMBER 26, 2004: The longest ROH title reign in the promotion’s history comes to an end as Austin Aries beats Joe to win the gold. 

JANUARY 15, 2005: A bitter Joe receives a chairshot to the head and a DDT for good measure from a visiting Mick Foley during a special appearance for ROH.

APRIL 1, 2005: Joe’s downward slide on the indy circuit continues when he loses a number-one contender’s match to A.J. Styles in Pro Wrestling Guerilla. 

MAY 7, 2005: In a fitting change of pace, Joe captures the ROH Pure title when he defeats Jay Lethal. 

JUNE 11, 2005: Joe is victorious in a fiercely intense and physically destructive match against Necro Butcher in IAW: Mid-South. 

JUNE 19, 2005: Only eight days after his match with Necro Butcher, Joe makes his TNA debut at Slammiversary, defeating Sonjay Dutt.

JULY 8, 2005: A very active Joe chokes out Chris Sabin for fun and defeats Shark Boy and Elix Skipper in a three-way match in his Impact debut. 

JULY 17, 2005: Moving to 2-0 at TNA pay-per-views, Joe handily defeats Chris Sabin. 

AUGUST 12, 2005: In another shot at capturing the ROH title, a surprisingly opportunistic James Gibson defeats Joe, C.M. Punk, and Christopher Daniels. 

AUGUST 27, 2005: Two weeks after failing in his attempt to win the ROH title, Joe drops the Pure championship to Nigel McGuinness.

OCTOBER 1, 2005: In a critically acclaimed match, Joe is defeated by a visiting Kenta Kobashi during an ROH event. 

NOVEMBER 13, 2005: At TNAs Genesis pay-per-view, Joe breaks the code of the X division by attacking Christopher Daniels with a chair. He appears in the months that follow with a towel stained with Daniels’ blood. 

DECEMBER 11, 2005: Joe captures his first X division championship by defeating A.J Styles at TNA’s Turning Point pay-per-view, still carrying the blood-stained towel.

FEBRUARY 12, 2006: In a three-way match with A.J.. Styles and Christopher Daniels, Joe retained the X division championship at TNA’s Against All Odds pay-per-view.

MARCH 22, 2006: In the culmination to their long-running three-way feud, Joe loses the X division title to Christopher Daniels as A.J. Styles looks on in an Ultimate X match at Destination X.

APRIL 22, 2006: Joe takes part in the interpromotional feud between ROH and Combat Zone Wrestling. Joe’s ROH squad is defeated in a six-man match. 

OCTOBER 12, 2006: A no-decision is the result of an unsanctioned ladder match for the NWA World championship between Joe and Christian Cage on Impact. 

JANUARY 14, 2007: After struggling with TNA acquisition Kurt Angle for several weeks, Joe loses to the former Olympian at Final Resolution. 

JANUARY 31, 2007: Joe announces he will no longer work for ROH full-time and embarks on a “Samoa Joe Farewell Tour.”

MARCH 4, 2007: In his final appearance for ROH, Joe defeats long-time nemesis Homicide.

MARCH 11, 2007: Another shot at the NWA World championship proves to be in vain as Joe loses to CHristian Cage at TNA’s Destination X pay-per-view. 

JULY 15, 2007: Joe gains the pinfall at TNA’s Victory Road pay-per-view and becomes TNA World tag team champion while simultaneously holding the X division title as well. 

AUGUST 12, 2007: Putting up his X division and TNA World tag team titles against the TNA World title and IWGP championship, Joe loses to Kurt Angle at TNA’s Hard Justice. 

DECEMBER 2, 2007: When Scott Hall no-shows Turning Point, Joe delivers an intense promo aimed at TNA management and his would-be-partner.

FEBRUARY 14, 2008: An unlikely partnership forms on Impact when Joe teams with Christian Cage and Kevin Nash in an ongoing effort to eliminate Kurt Angle’s Alliance from TNA. 

APRIL 13, 2008: Upon eliminating the Angle Alliance, Joe captures his first TNA World Championship by defeating Kurt Angle at Lockdown in a “Six Sides of Steel” match.

OCTOBER 12, 2008: Sting defeats Joe for the TNA World championship at Bound For Glory IV.

OCTOBER 30, 2008: Along with A.J., Styles, The Motor City Machine Guns, Jay Lethal, and Consequences Creed, Joe helps lead the team of the Frontline against the Main Event Mafia.

NOVEMBER 9, 2008: In a grudge match against former mentor Kevin Nash, Joe loses in a controversial finish that sees his opponent use the ropes for leverage.

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September Patreon Releases: Six Short Stories and an Art Piece!

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New Explicit Imprint Titles

On Campaign by Dei Walker. Lilya and Maret return in this stand-alone story set some months after the events of Clerical Error. War is hell; intimacy can be a much-needed break and chance to provide mutual comfort in this f/f fantasy erotica short story. Available to Patreon backers at the $5/month level and above.

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SORRY LAST ONE i promise but can you do heeseung x male reader and the song is back to December by Taylor swift. thank you so much 😊

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pairing: heeseung x male!reader (no pronouns used; implied masc reader) genre: angst (??)/songfic word count: 1.0k

includes: exes to lovers, kinda implied non idol heeseung, slightly ambiguous ending i'll write a part 02 if someone asks for it, painting is based on this by peter weber !!

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so sorry reqs have just been sitting in my inbox, i promise i'm working on them. i hope you like it :))

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33

the soft noise of shoes scuffling across the floor around you echoes throughout the extravagant art gallery. your gaze remains fixated on the painting in front of you; eyes lingering on each brush stroke and intricate detail. 

you pause at one particular painting hanging on a wall in the corner - almost isolated from the others. two men take up most of the frame; their arms tightly wrapped around one another. their hands cling onto each other’s bodies. the hug feels intimate - as if you’re intruding on the moment by simply observing the portrait. 

memories begin haunting you once again. with no facial features visible, it's far too easy for your still-heartbroken mind to imprint yourself and your ex-boyfriend into the places of the two men.

you shake your head, taking a step back away from the painting as if to escape your own past. turning on your heel, you begin to venture into another part of the museum when something - someone - catches your eye. 

i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile / so good to me, so right

your breath hitches in your throat. heeseung is beautiful. he always has been. even from a distance, you can see that time has been good to him. 

he’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket - the black leather jacket that you had bought him for his birthday. his hair has been dyed so blonde highlights stain his previously ink black fringe. his bangs lay flat against his forehead, styled in the same way they were when you went to school together. 

heeseung’s shoulders have gotten slightly broader, though you aren’t sure if it’s the result of continuous exercise or a change in his posture. his biceps look more toned even in their relaxed position resting against his hips. 

you find yourself admiring heeseung as if he’s another exhibit. despite all of the changes you can pick out, some things always remain the same. his laughter sounds the same as it did years ago when it echoes throughout the building. heeseung reaches over to playfully swat at his friend’s shoulder the way he used to do to you. his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles. it’s the same smile that you fell in love with. 

and how you held me in your arms that september night / the first time you ever saw me cry

your heart skips a beat for a second when heeseung’s gaze meets yours for a second. you can tell the moment he recognizes you. his eyes widen and he stops dead in his tracks, much to the concern of his friends. you almost feel numb as you immediately spin back around, returning to the painting you had been admiring only a few minutes before. 

heeseung’s steps echo against the floor as he quietly walks over to stand beside you. he glances at the painting in front of you for a few seconds before he turns to face you. “y/n?”

“heeseung.” a nervous smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn slightly to face him. the word feels uncomfortable as it leaves your lips. each vowel is curt and stunted. 

an unbearable few seconds of silence pass before your politeness gets the better of you. “it’s good to see you again.”

“you too,” he softly smiles. another period of silence passes before heeseung breaks it again. “how have you been?”

“i’m fine,” you nod. “i got into that university we talked about.” i wish you were there to see it. the words linger on the tip of your tongue before you swallow them down, forcing them back into a deep recess of your mind. 

“congratulations,” heeseung smiles. there’s an almost misplaced familiarity in his tone. “i always knew you would make it in.”

this time you allow yourself to face him. the corners of his lips quirk upwards. he’s proud. you can tell. “thank you. and what about you? how have you been?”

“oh, you know,” heeseung sighs softly. “i’m good. i finally traveled to tokyo.”

some of the tension relaxes from your shoulders. he’s always had an uncanny ability to relax you. “how was it?”

“the trip was great. japan is prettier than i was expecting.” there’s a small beat of silence once again. you debate making an excuse to leave for the sake of avoiding the awkward situation before heeseung speaks again - though this time the words are barely a whisper. “i wish you could’ve come. i kept thinking about how much you would’ve enjoyed it.”

maybe this is wishful thinkin’ / probably mindless dreamin’

you pretend not to notice heeseung’s gaze lingering on the side of your face. the quiet is nearly unbearable; both of you silently staring at the painting before you. facing the artwork is far easier than facing the man you used to love. the man you do love. 

heeseung shuffles slightly to stand a little closer to you. you can just barely feel the faux leather of his jacket brush against the cotton of your oversized sweater. it feels eerily familiar - the silence falling over you as you admire the artwork. 

your hand unconsciously drifts to brush against heeseungs’ before you can stop yourself. you both jump away from each other like a jolt of electricity has passed. “y/n,” heeseung murmurs.

but if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right

heeseung’s eyes are glossy when you meet them. he nervously bites at his bottom lip - twisting the muscle between his teeth for a few seconds. tears sting at your own eyes despite your continuous efforts to blink them away. 

“i miss you,” heeseung finally whispers. his voice shakes as he forces the words out of his mouth. an ache burns in your chest - something you haven’t felt since he left. “i promise i’ll do better. i’ll be better.”

“heeseung,” you choke out. your hands tremble at your sides. 

he swallows once. his gaze never leaves yours. there’s nothing but sincerity reflecting back at you in the darkness of his eyes. “can we please try again?”

[scene-iii]

—DINAH YUU INTRO PAGE

[ The (victimspectatorvessel) Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm ]

—THE RAMSHACKLE PREFECT A magicless boy who awoke in Twisted Wonderland during Night Raven College's Orientation Ceremony. Since then, Dinah has been pulled into the student body's schemes with little complaint, only a smile and a nod as he navigates friendships and deadly overblots. Despite his reserved demeanor, he's quite taken with this world's wonders. That is, only when they take place outside of Night Raven College.

[Fair skin that receives light scars over time. Fluffy blonde hair that reaches a little past chin, with his bangs pulled back and tucked snugly underneath a black ribbon. The ribbon's short ends stick up at the top, a bit like rabbit ears. Downturned sky-blue eyes, with a mole under the corner of his right eye. Gold-rimmed glasses with a hairline fracture on the edge of the left lens. His uniform tie is usually tied into a bow.] <ref will added at a later date.>

—CHARACTER BIO

Grade/Class: Freshman/Class A (No. 9) Birthday: September 6 (Virgo) Age: 16 Height: 168 cm Dominant Hand: Right Homeland: ??? [the opposite of the stars is the sea] Club: [blank, worn paper with pen imprints from the previous pages] Best Subject: History of Magic Hobbies: Embroidery Pet Peeves: Missed opportunities Favorite Food: [a clean plate, with a history of countless delicacies] Least Favorite Food: Canned tuna Talent: Picks up on most things with ease / Very intuitive

—REWOUND CLOCK [written under the pretense of twst's unconfirmed "time loop theory"]

Dinah is trapped within a time loop in Twisted Wonderland - one created when the NRC students aren't able to defeat Overblot Grim. As the one closest to Grim, Dinah is sent back to the beginning of his story to try and stop Grim's overblot. The reset doesn't seem to work, and the boy is sent back to wake up in a coffin over and over again.

The issue with this time loop spell is that it isn't perfect—it's something cast in desperation. Instead of sending Dinah back with the knowledge of the previous loop, so that he may prevent Grim from overblotting, Dinah's memory is completely wiped. You'd think, then, that each loop is the exact same song and dance. The first time it loops over (the second time he wakes up), Dinah can't help but think he's been here before; a feeling of familiarity rolling over him in waves.

He is subconsciously aware of the time loop.

As everything starts over and over again, Dinah grows more and more reserved. He's less outspoken, the excitable isekai protagonist in him wearing away like a clockspring after being rewound one time too many. His subconscious recognizes that he's been here before, so it's hard for him to be surprised or worried whenever a dorm leader overblots. He's got a feeling it'll work out, he just needs to follow along.

In comparison to his usual demeanor, Dinah gets really excited whenever the loop strays from the main story. Whether it be a friend's hometown event, a life-threatening Halloween adventure, or just stretching his legs around Sage Island, Dinah brightens up like the North Star. Everyone finds it strange when the prefect, a boy unshaken by horrific monsters of blot and magic, gets flustered over a new environment, local food, and a themed outfit.

Everyone, that is, except for Grim and Ace, who unknowingly smile when they see Dinah grin with his teeth.

—MISC DETAILS

𖦹 Dinah, although primarily inspired by Cinderella, is named after Alice's cat. He keeps Yuu as a last name though. No particular reason—I just wanted to keep the name Yuu in use.

𖦹 His birthday is the same as Cinderella, too. :)

𖦹 The tagline next to his homeland is a joke with a friend, that I may or may not expand on. The idea is that Dinah's Earth is very behind on space travel and has instead focused its efforts on uncovering and traveling the sea.

𖦹 His club and favorite food are left blank because they change with every loop, and they depend on who he grows closest to in that school year.

𖦹 His least favorite food is canned tuna—not to suggest any dislike of Grim! But because he's tired of seeing it loop after loop. He'd never stop buying it for Grim, though.

𖦹 His "intuition" is a result of being in a time loop. Outside of magical resetting, he wouldn't have the faintest idea of what comes next, but he is quick-witted.

𖦹 He has a habit of mimicking the body language of those he's grown close to. It varies in every loop, since he's always persuing new friendships, but Dinah will mimic a student's signature expression in casual conversation. (Ex; Deuce pounding his fists, Jade holding his chin, Rollo covering his mouth and nose, and, once, Crowley holding his arms out.)

last updated 10/25/2024

[metamorphesque]

🍂 september poems 🍂

September 1913, William Butler Yeats

The Imprint of September Second, Ethan Gilsdorf

September, Joanne Kyger

Drowning in September, Eric Pfeiffer 

September, H Stuart

September Tomatoes, Karina Borowicz

One September Night, Franco Fortini

September Sunday, Lucille Broderson

September, 1918, Amy Lowell

September Midnight, Sara Teasdale

Monday, September 25, 2006, Susan Schultz

One September Afternoon, Leo Dangel

[frasermints]

tagged by my beloved @seedlessmuffins thank you k <3

tagging @iamidentical @anaphylactic-dread @lukevangelista @onmytape and anyone else that feels like it <3

if you had a spotify wrapped but for which hockey players you talked about the most, who would be your top five?

as the hockey panels say, i think i have to go off-board with this and break it down by pwhl - nhl - juniors because... i actually couldn't narrow it down to just five if i tried

juniors:

5: Landon DuPont, Everett Silvertips (WHL)

this kid was granted exceptional status to enter the whl a season early, and iirc at one point was tied for second most points in the league. he's "dropped down" a tad (tied for sixth of all defensemen in goals, tied for ninth in points) but like i need y'all to understand the only other whl player to be granted exceptional status is connor bedard i will never shut up about him okokok

4: Quinn Beauchesne, Guelph Storm (OHL)

drinks moon water before every game now at the suggestion of his crystal girlie billet mom who replies to everyone in the instagram comments of every video about him posted by the guelph/ohl/chl accounts. i think that speaks for itself.

3: Carter Savage, Tri City Americans (WHL)

wears number 21. i think that also speaks for itself.

2: Morgan Stickney, Shattuck St-Mary's (USHS)

she's the first female american player to be drafted into the whl, & the second female ever. she's a goalie and she's fucking insane, 23-4-3 with a .928 and 1.52 GAA. tri city had a female goalie in net in september 2002 (shannon szabados) and vancouver drafted a defenseman 286th overall in the 2022 draft (chloe primerano) so like. if she leaves shattuck it'd be historic for her to do both. i talk about this a LOT irl when discussing the pwhl and the future of juniors drafting, and the potential for women to not have to take the ncaa route and enter the pwhl before their early 20s.

1: Lukas Matecha, Tri CIty Americans (WHL)

second ever goalie i imprinted on. we traded his #2 after the very first whl game i watched in person and it was awful for me personally so he was the obvious next choice. got his first shutout last year, he and his new tandem went on a twelve game win streak and after losing in prince albert have continued it. i watched the entire 2024 nhl draft just to see where he'd go (he was projected as the third best goalie in all of north america, i expected him to go SOMEWHERE) and he WASN'T DRAFTED... biggest betrayal i've ever experienced tbh. he went to the cats development camp though and he took lots of photos with luongo so that eased some of my outrage.

pwhl:

5: Lexie Adzija, Boston Fleet

at the start of the season last year, this girl's mom surprised her by asking lexie adzija to show up at her birthday party and she fucking did. she showed up with like a signed stick i think?? if i remember correctly?? literally walked into this eleven year old girl's house and said happy birthday and brought her a fucking birthday present and ate cake with her and her friends. if that isn't the best way to grow the game i don't know what is and i'll never shut the fuck up about how important that is To Me

4: Emerance Maschmeyer, Ottawa Charge

my introduction to emerance maschmeyer was her replying to a comment on this video of a little girl the nhl (?) instagram account reposted of her making quite possibly the most insane save a seven year old is capable of, someone was like "can't wait for her to replace maschmeyer in ottawa in a few years" and she liked it and said "me either" and when i tell you that got me this 🤏🏽 close to switching sides and becoming an ottawa fan

3: Marie-Philip Poulin, Montreal Victoire

completely disregarding her talent as a hockey player because that alone is something i could talk about for a very long time (i still stand by my statement that if the nhl went coed she'd fucking smoke the men and i'm not sorry about it there's nothing you can tell me or show me that'll get me to change my mind) montreal is my pwhl team and the narratives of mpp and laura stacey being linemates got me GOOD. i take every opportunity to talk about this when i try to get people into hockey bc most people's frame of reference for women's sports is either tennis or the wnba and there was that meme going around of "oh all wnba players are lesbians, oh this wnba player had to play her ex and defended her against her own team" a while ago and it's like... if you're into women's sports just for the narratives there's so much better than that i PROMISE bro.

tied for first: Natalie Spooner and Blayre Turnbull, Toronto Sceptres

k knows why. that is all.

nhl:

workplace honorable mentions: Jeremy Swayman, Boston Bruins. Connor McDavid, Edmonton Oilers. Connor Bedard, Chicago Blackhawks. Macklin Celebrini, San Jose Sharks.

coworker kyle asks me about these guys all the time. i don't know why. i think he thinks that i'm a fan of them. he only knows the connors by name and even then he thinks they + mack are all the same person.

5: Joseph Woll, Toronto Maple Leafs

he's just a funky little guy i enjoy projecting onto

4: Seth Jarvis, Carolina Hurricanes

i need to bite him. i also believe wholeheartedly with my entire chest that we WOULD get along in real life.

3: Jake McCabe, Toronto Maple Leafs

i have his card in the back of my phone case and experience extreme cute aggression when i see his face i can't explain it

2: Fraser Minten, Toronto Maple Leafs

the only one i actually have any legitimate reasons for. watched him play up close and in person once when he was with kamloops and it was life changing i'm so serious. there's something insane about watching Your Rookie play hockey five feet from your face, close enough that you can reach out and touch them through a hole in the glass and knowing that one day they'll be Doing The Damn Thing. also knowing that he's the reason connor bedard pushed himself so hard he became what he is, and that mints took the ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ approach and is still That good... i will literally throw up and die if i think too hard about this kid

1: Matthew Knies, Toronto Maple Leafs

my best friend that i took to the kraken/canucks game last szn and i call him "boyfriend" because she can never remember his name

[dorothydalmati1]

Obscure Animation Subject #147: Galaxy High School

TMS Entertainment, a Japanese animation studio that while is hugely involved with the anime industry, has collaborated on some American productions, most prominently Animaniacs. However, the studio has done their own shows that are produced outside of Japan and not as an outsourcer. Galaxy High School comes to mind.

Created by the later famed Chris Columbus and directed by David Hilberman, it is about two human teenagers that were accepted in a high school in outer space. It was created as an attempt to create a show similar to the anime Urusei Yatsura for American audiences. It aired on CBS for Saturday mornings from September 13 to December 6, 1986, with reruns until 1988. A script was written for a potential second season episode but was unproduced, the series was cancelled after a single season due to low ratings, but gathered a cult following over time. A feature film based on the series by the show’s creator was in development in 1996, but was later scrapped. It’s cult did result in the entire series getting a DVD release across two volumes though, released by Media Blasters through their Anime Works imprint. It also aired in Japan on NHK-BS2 in 1991.

So yeah, this show was interesting in terms of the production details. I wasn’t interested in watching it though I may want to at some point. It’s just interesting in terms of how it was in production and being released in all.

[ildarotyrannus]

In the spring of last year, I made several color reconstructions of marine reptiles for a thesis and presentation (it was about the reconstruction of marine reptiles) for a conference that was held in Ulyanovsk in September. The drawings were done in ballpoint pen (lineart) and Paint Tool Sai 2.0 (shadows and colors).

The first is reconstruction of Mixosaurus cornalianus, a widespread small Triassic ichthyosaur. I had already drawn a Mixosaurus in water earlier and even wanted to use it in the article, but later changed my mind, deciding that lateral reconstruction would better convey the appearance of soft tissues. This earlier drawing can bee seen here:

Both pieces are based on the fin impressions described in 2020 from a specimen found in the Middle Triassic rocks of the Bezano formation, Italy (www.researchgate.net/publicati…). This specimen has preserved the tissues of the dorsal and caudal fins. Both prints have thin collagen filaments, and at the base of the caudal fin, it was possible to detect the remains of smooth, scaleless skin. The fins have a triangular shape, and the dorsal one is associated with 15-23 trunk vertebrae. In other words, its position turned out to be more

forward then in reconstructions done before his paper.

The second is lateral reconstruction of the metriorhynchid Cricosaurus albersdoerferi, belonging to a widespread genus that inhabited the shallow seas of future Europe, Central America and Argentina. It was not a particularly large animal, reaching from 2 to 3.2 meters in length. Like the first reconstruction of a Cricosaurus, which I performed in the spring, this drawing is based on a specimen that preserved a large volume of soft tissue on the tail (upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia…). Also shown here is the salt gland in the antorbital fenestra, the presence of which was previously indicated in Cricosaurus araucanensis and Dakosaurus andiniensis. The spring work with C. albersdoerferi can be seen below:

Plesiosaurs are mentioned too. This is reconstruction of the polycotylid Mauriciosaurus fernandezi from the Late Cretaceous of Mexico. A complete reptile skeleton preserved in fine-grained rocks was described by a team of paleontologists in 2017: www.researchgate.net/publicati… There are five types of soft tissue imprints around the bones. Among them are dark material, probably left from the walls of the peritoneum, dark gray traces of blubber and impressions of possible small scales. The impressions show that the animal's belly was covered with rectangular scales, which were mixed with inclusions of small fragments closer to the limbs. The scales of the living reptile were almost indistinguishable, so that the skin looked smooth. This beautifully preserved specimen showed that plesiosaurs had much more soft tissue than previously thought. The tail was especially fleshy. Fat deposits created a smooth, streamlined shape, ideal for an agile swimmer.

The last thesis drawing is this reconstruction of the famous Early Jurassic ichthyosaur Stenopterygius quadriscissus. Many of its skeletons of amazing preservation were found in the fine-grained limestones of Holzmaden, Germany. Some of them were discovered back in the 19th century, which made it possible to quickly correct previous ideas about ichthyosaurs. The Stenopterygius specimens retained soft tissue prints in the form of a bacterial film, which made it clear that they were fish-like creatures with a dorsal fin and a crescent tail. They re still attract the attention of researchers. In 2018, the skin structure of one partial specimen was studied: www.researchgate.net/publicati… A fossilized blubber was described, similar in microstructure to that of marine mammals and leatherback turtles. This led to the conclusion that ichthyosaurs were reptiles with a high metabolism, which required fat insulation. Blubber allowed ichthyosaurs to travel across the oceans, swimming even into the cold polar waters. In addition, this Stenopterygius had pigment cells - melanophores. They were absent on the ventral side, which means that the Stenopterygius had a dark back and a light belly. This countershading coloring is typical of today's marine vertebrates and serves as a camouflage.

I did also three works in fully traditional style, with pens and pencils, but I'll show them in the separate post. :)