#this is the beginning of whats going to be a hard year and i want to eliminate as many potential threats as possible

[hope-for-the-planet]

Trans person in the US. Bust some of the doomerism for me? Tell me it's going to be okay?

Hi Anon

Usually, I have boundaries for myself about keeping this blog focused on environment-related issues, because there are limits to what I can speak knowledgeably about. But now doesn’t feel like the time for that.

Anon, I will tell you that I live in the US, I am queer, my spouse is trans, and we have two young children. I am sitting right there with you in the fear and grief and every day when I ask myself “is there still hope” I find reasons to say “yes”.

They want us—all of us, not just queer folks—to feel overwhelmed and hopeless, because despair is a tool that keeps people from realizing their power and taking action.

They want us to feel so afraid that we lose our faith in other people and withdraw from our communities, because we are easier to conquer alone.

Do not give them what they want.

Hope is most necessary in the bad times. The ability to imagine a future that is better than things are now is exactly what gives us the power to begin making things better. Our community has been through terrible things before, and they did not lose hope or give up—otherwise we would not be where we are today.

When you start to feel like all the light is being blotted out, turn off the news, put away your phone, and go get in touch with something you love. Go outside and look at the sky, talk to a friend, listen to music, do some small thing to make something better even if it’s just cleaning your kitchen or picking up some litter around the block or returning an extra stranded cart in the grocery store parking lot. Remind your brain that you have agency to make positive change in the world through your actions.

I know it is really hard to pull out of the darkness sometimes. I know there will be days that hope seems like a foolish, naive thing, that despair and distrust seem like the only rational options. But hope is what keeps us alive. Hope is what allows us to save each other.

I wish I could give you a specific article or other source to reassure you that everything is going to be ok, but things are still too in flux day by day. I can tell you that people are already fighting back, in big and little ways, all over this country and the world. These orders and bills are being pushed by a loud but small minority—this is not how the majority of the country feels about trans rights.

Make a plan for staying safe. Reach out to your community. Find music, activities, podcasts, movies, whatever helps you feel uplifted and take mental breaks from dwelling on the news. If you can, find ways to get involved in making things better in whatever big or small way feels doable for you--it may help push back on the doomerism more than you think. And my inbox is open if you need to talk.

I wish I could invite you over for dinner. I wish I could look into your eyes and tell you that things may get hard for the next few years but that does not mean that your life can't still be full of joy and beauty and fulfillment in spite of that.

I’m right there with you. Let’s make it through this together <3

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: this is part ten to lucid dreams.

Warnings ⚠️: not proofread. Mentions of death, killing, and child abuse.

The room felt as if it was the perfect temperature. The bed was the softest you've ever slept on. And you were tired as hell.

But sadly, you couldn't fall asleep.

But you weren't quite awake either. You were somewhere in between reality and a sweet relief.

Yet your mind couldn't choose which to go with.

Your body on the other hand was begging for sleep ,but your mind just wouldn't listen.

Your ears strain on instinct as you hear steps walking towards your room. They're not loud steps but not quite steps either.

They want you to hear them coming.

You sit up lazily still tired from your restless night. Your door opens and you straighten up ready for whoever walks in.

Three maids walk in dressed in black attire. They look kinda like nuns but their way more stealthy then anyother nun.

They bow as the see you and shoot you a stern glare as they see you still in bed.

"Long time no see loyce." You say to the head maid.

These women practically raised you.

As harsh as they might have been they never left you without proper care.

Loyce was the oldest of the three. And the other two you didn't know if they were mute or just weren't allowed to talk. But they never spoke. So you referred to them as Emine and Kira.

They circle around your sitting form like cats watching their pray. Their studying you. Every little detail. They have to see what need improving..

"Get in the bath." Loyce says quickly. And you groan.

"I can bath myself. " You protest as you make your way into the bathroom.

They give you a stern glare and you shake your head not amused. This was their job. They needed you to be perfect.

Undressing and stepping into the big tile tub you sit down In the warm water they've prepared. The grab brushes and shampoos of all sorts. They rub hard against your body and you groan and try and push them away.

Which does nothing but earn you a slap on the wrist with the wood handle of the brush.

"Why does your hair look this color?" Loyce speaks up.

"I dyed it once. It's been like this ever since."

You can practically hear them shaking their heads in disappointment.

Once their finished giving you a bath you smell absolutely delicious. And your skin hasn't been this hydrated in years and your muscles aren't so sore.

Their quick to dry you off not sparring a second.

And looking out the window the sun hasn't risen.

Their hands work quickly to get you dressed. And into some comfortable under garments.

Looking into the big mirror the have you sitting infront of you can see they've washed all the remaining bit of dye you had once had.

They begin straightening your hair with a devilishly hot straightener. Leaving no trace of your typical normal hair.

Your hair perfectly straight leaving not one hair out of place. They do your hair into a simple half up half down hair do.

As the begin with your make up. Simple but elegant.

Pretty enough for a princess.

Finally finishing up with your make up they lather your skin with lotion and oils giving you glowy skin.

Finally putting on your big elegent kimono. Your ready.

"What's the rush?" You say as they hurriedly slip on your shoes.

"Your father wants to see you immediately. " Loyce says speaking for the three of them.

You hum and nod knowing your father is impatient man.

"All this just to see my father..." You say looking at your reflection as the spray perfume on you.

You truly did look like a princess.

"The king," Loyce corrects you. " he's not only your father but the king...keep that in mind princess. " loyce says sternly like a mother teaching her child manners.

As they finally slip on your other shoe they take a moment to look at you. Making sure your absolutely perfect.

"You've grown beautifully....just like your mother." Loyce says and the other two nod agreeing with her. You mentally flinch at her words.

'Just like your mother.' She just had to add. You shake your head clearing these thoughts as they lead you outside room and into the big hallway.

The sun is casting over the horizon and you can't help but watch through the windows as you continue walking.

This place might have been cruel but it was beautiful nevertheless.

You walk through the big stone walls straight to father office. Just like you did many years ago.

You feel more anxious with each step. And your maids can tell. The give you a light sqeez on the arm as if trying to comfort you with their actions.

The other maids and servants bow as you pass and admire your beauty.

Finally arriving at your father office your maids bow and you dismiss them.

They each give a kiss to your cheek just like they've done ever since you were a baby.

Their kiss is not something their forced to do.

It's highly looked down apon to show any sorts of affection in the castle.

But they do it to show love. To show they care despite their cold demeanor.

Opening and stepping through your father's office doors you see him. Or more like his back.

His office looks the same dimly lit with candle and a small window. The red tiles clean ,and shiny as it always is and the pale color of the room adds to the beauty and aura.

Your father stands with his back facing you. And his long hair is tied into a bun. You can see the little gray hair peeking from his bun showing change. His growth.

Though you've grown he still looks as tall as ever. Still taller then you.

You can remember all the time you've been called to his office before. None of them were good. Hopefully now that'd be different.

But you'd be a fool to hope for something so soon. So you keep quiet, reading the room and atmosphere.

He begins talking and his voice is loud and confident just like you remember it. And you almost flinch at the sudden sound but you stand your ground. Your gaze never wavering from his back as he lights another candle.

"My girl......it's been so long...to long."

He says the last part with venom most as if he's angry at the time you've been away.

"Tell me....did you miss me?" He questions and he still doesn't turn around as he lights another candle and you wants scoff but you don't.

"Miss what? Your cruelty?" You say and you wish you could stop the words that flow out of your mouth but it's too late you've said them.

He doesn't filnch and his confidence doesn't waver at your words almost like he was expecting them.

"Ah... so you've devolved my tongue I see.... A great quality to have but it can get you into alot of trouble."

He says and you can tell he's smirking he likes that you've developed something of his.

He like your boldness. Because you undeniably got that from him.

He turns around before you can come back with a witty remark. And for a moment you have nothing to say. Your mind goes blank as your eyes meet his.

It's almost like he hasn't changed. Like not a day had gone by. But it has...his eyes widen but not in fear...no his eyes widen but only for a moment because he's proud.

"You've grown so much..." He says his voice barely louder then a whisper.

"And you not at all." You say and you don't bite your tongue like you would've before.

He smiles and you'd remember that smile anywhere. He's proud.

Not of what you've said but of you in general.

He steps forward and you take a step back hesitatently. You want to stand your ground to show no fear but your mind acts on instinct.

He takes notice of your fear and a frown appears on his face not liking your fear one bit.

"I won't hurt my dear...Im not that man...not anymore. " He says and his voice is surprising gentle.

You've never heard him talk like that before. Not even when you were a baby.

"Only a fool steps in a trap twice." You say quoting one of his lessons.

He raises his eye brows as a response and nods agreeing to your words and wisdom.

He sighs and you can see it. His chest is heavy.

He's nervous.

He's cations with his words careful not to over step.

"And you are no fool ,my girl....." He says his voice defeated.

"But I am your father....or I was. And I'd like to be agian...if you'd allow me?" His words are small and humble.

Which is so unlike him.

So unlike a king.

It was almost pathetic...he was asking to be your father.

If it was anyone else you'd probably roll your eyes for the dramatic words....

But nothing about this moment was dramatic. It was.....kind.

Something that you had never seen your father be.

Watching the man infront of you saw him. Not just a king or his cruelty...but your father.

You snap back into reality. You won't fall into a trap twice... you are no fool. You remind yourself. 'Don't attach yourself to false hope.' 'Always watch for traps.' Is what you've always been taught.

But seeing it father so honest...so desperate was doing something to you...it was breaking you.

His hazel dark eyes search yours looking for any sign of forgiveness. But you can't trust so easily. Not after everything. Your smarter then that.

"After everything's you've done...I can't just forgive you.." You say and you see how much your words impact you father but his kindness doesn't fade at the sight of denial. In fact it increases.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness...just a second chance.." He says his voice is soft and everything's in you is begging you to forgive him. But you can't.

Your hurt. He's hurt you.

"You killed my grandmother.. you took her life. That is not something I can forget." There it is something you've been dying to say to him. The final bridge that he must cross before you let him in.

You want him to explain. And he's been waiting for you to bring that up.

"That wasn't me. That was my men." He says defensively but his kindness is still there.

"Exactly your men. You might as well have killed her." You say and your venom is fierce and he feels it.

He feels your strength. He feels your emotions how you channel it into power. And he fucking loves it

If it wasn't such a bad moment he'd probably smile.

"They didn't do that by my command.....their orders were to scare you. Not to hurt you or your grandmother. "He says and you can hear his words are genuine.

"To scare me?" You say confused. They were just supposed to scare you...not bring you back?

"You still don't understand.....I let you go. " He says and he takes a small step forward and this time you don't step back.

You scoff at his words. He let you go? Impossible. He would've never let you go....atleast Not without a reason.

It's you who steps forward this time.

"Why?."

You ask commanding an answer.

"I had to let you go..." He says and his words are hollow and lack pride like his words usually have.

You look at him and tilt your head motioning for him to continue.

"Whether you believe what I say or not...I knew I was cruel. I knew I was hurting you." He says and his voice sincere. His tone so soft that you almost believe that this is a dream...

"And I didn't want to....but it was more about your strength. About what you were supposed to be.... there were things I couldn't teach you. I was to young. I lacked so much."

His voice is calm and he's trying to go around the truth but you already put the pieces together. You truly understand now.

"You lacked skills..but my grandfather didn't. So you let them take me. You let him train me. Teach me things that you never knew." You say and watch as he nods.

He sees that you've caught on. You've read him before he began speaking. Some only your grandfather would've been able to teach you.

"Your grandfather...he would've never taught me the things he's taught you." He says calmly.

He steps away from you and sits on a small chair and motions for you to sit across from him.

You hesitate sit and he pours you tea. Just like he used to do after your training had went well.

"So you expect me to teach you?" You ask as you take a sip of your tea.

"Teach me? No. I've learned plenty from other masters." He states and you look at him baffled.

"Teach Kion then?" You asks.

"No. I want to teach you all that I know." He says and he watches for your reaction.

"With what you already know and what I can teach you...you will be great." He says.

"All I am to you is some trophy..." You say feeling angry at his words how dare he want you to be nothing but a tool in game. In his war.

"Trophy?" He says confused and offended. You had taken his words the completely wrong way.

"My girl... you are all that I am. You are my daughter, my protégé, my heir."

What the hell did he just say? Heir?

You were no heir.

No bastard could be heir to the throne. You look at him confused and stunned.

"Kion is heir. Not me." You say as you take another sip of your tea.

"Says who? I have the final say." He say firmly.

"I will not take the throne from my brother." You say. You know how much blood can be shed from a siblings fighting of the throne.

"It's your birth right not his. He's known from the day he was born that you would be my heir. Not him." Your father states in a matter-of-factly tone.

"You can not take something that is already yours..." He continues.

Your silence is like a silence agreement to him as he continues speaking again.

"I assume Kion has told you what sub-zero did." He says and you can tell the memory still haunts him.

You nod.

"Do you know how he killed her?" He asks and his softness is long gone now.

You shake your head wanting him to continue.

"We were asleep. She was sleeping right next to me....and he slit her throat....I didn't even hear his steps. I woke up...and she was dead. He says and you can tell it hurts for him to admit that he was weak.

Now that was deep shit. You think to yourself.

All this time you had thought that sub-zero had killed her to start a war and take the throne ,but hearing how he killed...something much deeper had happened.

"Why not kill you? " You say and his eyes snap to yours.

"That's the question I ask every night....in chess when you take the king what happens?" He ask and you answer quickly.

"You win."

"Exactly....killing me... the throne would've been his. He wants something more... but I don't know what." His words are almost true...but he's hiding something. But you don't know what.....

You don't press any farther knowing he won't tell.. atleast not yet...

So you continue drinking your tea.

His words are kind and humble once agian as he begins speaking. And you can see the desperation in his eyes as he reaches for your hand.

"A war is coming ,and I need you...So I'll ask you agian. Will you allow me to be your father?"

As soon as the batfamilys feet touch the ground they take in the snowy atmosphere.

"Where the hell are we?" Your mother says confused. They weren't anywhere near the palace. They weren't anywhere near you.

"The portal was supposed to take us to her." Bruce says as he looks at the small device that controls the portal.

"She's about 10 thousand kilometers away." Tim says and dick groans.

"It'll take us forever to get there...." dick says annoyed.

Jason looks around the snowy grounds as if searching for you behind every tree. You mother walks up to him noticing his distressed state.

"You okay jay? Is medicine that we gave you still working? " She says her voice soft.

"Yeah.... I'm fine." He says dismissively. It was clear that jason was angry at pretty much everyone for you leaving.

He blames them. Because it is their fault.

"I have friends that can help that aren't to far from here..." Your grandfather says as he takes in the familiar surroundings.

"How long will it take us to her?" Your mother questions.

"A week at minimum. We better hurry." Your grandfather says as he begins walking knowing exactly where he's headed.

Damian stays silent for the most part. He knows he should've been a better brother...he regrets everything...ever incounter ever word...

He finally feels the weight of his actions getting back to him...but it's to late isn't it?

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[fierceawakening]

Like, thinking more about this, I think this is another example of a thing I notice people on this site (probably leftists in general?) do, where they forget that powerful people exist and that sometimes we need words to describe their vices.

There’s not much reason to condemn a college student as “lazy” for not finishing a paper. It’s more profitable to ask what happened exactly. Did they wait to start the paper and then have an executive function issue and find themself unable to begin? Do they have a lot of other work they’re also behind in? Are they stressed? Are they homesick? ADHD and undiagnosed or out of meds?

If those issues are handled, can they write the paper?

Even if they can’t, not much rides on it. The paper isn’t a plea for, I don’t know, a sick baby’s insulin. The reason there’s a due date at all is so the teacher isn’t grading this year’s papers in 2028. Which I can relate to having been a teacher, but… no one’s safety or livelihood hinges on my wanting to be done with my work at the end of a semester.

This changes, to me, when we look at powerful people. Let’s take Elon Musk. It’s likely no one reading this post (unless it massively breaks containment) thinks Doge is a useful advisory board, but let’s suppose for a moment they are.

If this is the case, the task set before them is to research government agencies and the work they do and ascertain which agencies are bloated and inefficient and recommend changes. Again, I think this is silly and destructive and that most accusations of “government bloat” are about eliminating the kinds of redundancy that keep people safe.

But I’m not God, I could be wrong, and it IS legitimate policy work to research what an agency is doing and criticize it and recommend changes.

Musk didn’t do that. He had goons muscle their way into something he had no access to and is threatening to cut off benefits to vulnerable people by force.

That’s lazy (and cruel, and other things.) He saw hard work, he shit his pants, he flexed his strongman muscles, he can go back to bed rather than read bureaucratese for nine hours.

Powerful people can be lazy. I don’t think we should taboo the word for that reason.

ive also come to the conclusion that "laziness" is probably the stupidest, most hurtful, least useful, deliberately cruel concept in the world

[mameillieureennemie]

Vi being gentle is so agskdbspsnsks BUT my girl deserves some gentleness as well 😭 After all her fights, her traumas, everything, she deserves to lean into the reader, to be caught instead of being the one catching

PLEASE I BEG YOU

i just love her so much, i really do. 🥹 she does deserve to be caught, always!

you've noticed the weight on vi's shoulders—how heavy it is and how it drags her down. almost sinking her right into the ground, sinking and sinking until she's burned by the earth's hot core.

you've always noticed; it's nothing new, and you've tried to shoulder some, if not all, of it.

but vi's reluctant to give it away, especially to you who knows a little too much about pain. you're both tortured souls, torn apart and left to bleed by a life far too unkind. it's taken years of healing and will still take more, but that doesn't mean that weight should be carried alone.

it's late into the night when vi gets home, and the weight seems heavier than ever. she's exhausted, visibly so, and struggling to remove her work boots as she leans against the hallway wall for balance.

you watch her silently for a moment, knowing that she hasn't realised your presence yet. you wait until it's too much, seeing her struggle at something so simple a pain to your soul. so you walk over, go to your knees and begin to take off her boots with gentle hands.

vi doesn't react at first, her exhaustion so deep it halts her usual sharpness. it isn't until you've removed one boot and moved on to the next that stone-cold clarity hits her. she's suddenly fast, falling to her knees and taking your hands between hers.

"wha—?" she tries, confusion written all over her tired face. "what are you doing?"

"helping you," you say easily. your hands are already moving from hers, lifting up to cup her cheeks. "you're so tired, sweetheart. you look like you're about to fall asleep right here."

"even so, you don't have to remove my boots for me," vi replies—scolds, even. "i'd never ever expect that from you. please don't ever think that you'd have to do that and—"

you shush her softly, smoothing your thumbs over the apples of her cheeks. "baby, i know you'd never expect that from me," you assure her, wanting to soothe the anxious flames within her. "i'm doing it because i want to." you huff a small laugh. "since when have you known me to do anything i didn't want to do?"

vi's lips twitch in slight amusement, tension beginning to leave her body in small waves. "i know," she murmurs, leaning into your hands. "it's just...hard to let go, sometimes."

"i know, baby, i know," you say, just as soft. "but you can let go with me, okay?" you lean forward, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead. "you're safe with me."

vi goes tense for a second, as if arguing within herself. but then she goes loose, all her muscles softening, before she's falling into you.

you catch her willingly; forever willing.

[xi-vz]

Look at me back on my BS. HC—Shen Yuan looks like Mobei Jun.

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Shen Yuan was a cute guy, at least his mom always said he was. He honestly didn’t care much for his looks. He was a teenage boy, and his interests lied with books, gaming, and trolling the comments section of the PIDW forums.

So maybe this whole thing was the forums fault?

Apparently Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was going to make his first ever public appearance at a convention—it was exciting stuff seeing as PIDW just received a live action TV deal. (Shen Yuan wondered if the TV show would be able to transform the utter garbage parts into gold.)

Shen Yuan, with the fervor only a true (anti) fan could muster, scrambled to get his hands on a convention ticket the moment they went on sale. His parents even encouraged him! Happy to see him excited for something other than the internet. Securing his place, he also entered the cosplay competition where Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky would be a judge. Because why not? When else would he get to dress like a xianxia character?

It took him a while to decide who he wanted to dress up as. Look, if it were up to Shen Yuan he’d have been Luo Binghe. But, one, he doubted he could pull it off. Two, there were probably going to be a ton of Luo Binghe’s.

“Be the ice king,” his younger sister suggested one evening while the two fo them were hanging out in Shen Yuan’s room. She was busy on her Switch while he was on his laptop.

“Mobei Jun?” He asked, a skeptical look on his face.

“Yeah! You look like him.”

Which was untrue but whatever. Since he didn’t have any other ideas, he spent weeks (months) perfecting his costume, studying every detail from the illustrations and fan art.

(Shen Yuan learned how to sew for this costume!)

(And spent way too much money on commissioning what he couldn’t make.)

“You need to bulk up a bit,” his second older brother suggested one night. “I read some of Proud Immortal Demon Way, and Mobei Jun isn’t a twig like you.”

“Ha, A-Yuan is more of a twink,” his eldest brother teased.

So…Shen Yuan began to work out. He still had a few months until the costume contest.

It was hard at first, but his doctor had been on board. Granted, Shen Yuan couldn’t really get buff within a few months, but he did wind up with the beginnings of abs, his shoulders broadened and his ass looked great. There were a bunch of girls (and some guys) who made eyes at him at school now. Not that Shen Yuan noticed. But, he did notice that for the first time in his 19 years, he felt healthy.

When the day of the convention finally arrived, Shen Yuan found himself subjected to his sister's meticulous and admittedly skilled hand. She styled his already long black hair, adding extensions to achieve the full, flowing mane of Mobei Jun. She also worked some magic with makeup, highlighting his naturally icy blue eyes, which he had always considered a genetic defect, but today they were his greatest asset.

When he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized himself. There stood Mobei Jun, the demon king, imposing and cold. Shen Yuan’s heart pounded with excitement and a tinge of apprehension as he made his way to the convention center. His siblings in tow, because they wanted to root for him. As embarrassing as that was.

Upon arrival, the crowd was bustling with anticipation. Shen Yuan attracted a lot of attention—both for his stunning costume and his uncanny resemblance to Mobei Jun. A lot of people called out “my king!” As he walked by them, his cloak billowing behind him.

Damn, he felt majestic as fuck.

As he stood before the judges—a voice actress, a manhua artist and Airplane himself—he couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety.

That was until he saw Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for the first time. And. Wow. Okay.

Airplane was younger than Shen Yuan thought. Maybe 20; handsome, which was so weird. Square-jawed, in great shape with his DanDaDan graphic tee stretched enticingly over his pecs and biceps. His hair was curly and kept in an attractive undercut. He wore glasses and had ear piercings and a lip piercing and dimples and a sleeve tattoo. What? What the fuck?

Was Shen Yuan experiencing heart palpitations?

Airplane looked exactly how Shen Yuan envisioned Luo Binghe to look.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's dark eyes widened in surprise and delight at seeing a Mobei Jun cosplay. It wasn’t done often, the king was not a fan favorite. But, his jaw dropped as he stared.

Something happened when Shen Yuan and Airplane's eyes met. A zing went up Shen Yuan's spine. Airplane stopped the contest then and there and declared Shen Yuan the winner while jokingly (not really) asking for his phone number. They did get to chat later, one-on-one, when Airplane began to sign autographs into books.

“Well, My King,” Airplane smiled at Shen Yuan, and there went his heart again! Which was bad, and meant that Shen Yuan probably needed to see a doctor. “What name shall I write out as the receiver of this book?”

“Um,” Shen Yuan’s brain scrambled. Did he give his name? Did he coyly say Mobei Jun? Ah, he didn’t know what he was doing! That was his only excuse as he blurted out, “Peerless Cucumber.”

Airplane froze.

Shen Yuan froze.

And then Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky began to laugh.

[spiderb00]

- JUST LIKE YOU

Manon Bannerman x reader 

“There was a reason why you loved your mornings, and the reason was Manon.” 

Genre – fluff     Warnings – Listen to the song, seriously, it's fantastic. 

Now playing – Black Like You, By Joseph Solomon 

The melody of your guitar filled the atmosphere, the sunlit apartment full of energy and love. The smell of coffee hung in the air and Manon's hips swayed to the sensual melody coming from your guitar. Your girlfriend's skin seemed to glow when the sunlight hit it, her braids, which were slightly messy from the night before, were now tied up in a bun.

You got up from the sofa - placing the guitar on the stand next to you - when you heard the coffee machine chime pleasantly through the apartment, signaling that your coffee was ready. Going to the kitchen counter, you missed the little pout that Manon made when the guitar chords stopped sounding. Letting out a snort, the brunette sat down on the sofa where you had been lying before, running her fingers tenderly over the strings of your guitar, almost as if she wanted to feel your touch through the instrument.

As you reached for one of your many mugs from your collection, you put away the almond milk that Manon had left on the counter, knowing that she would complain to you if it spoiled, even though she was the only one who left it out of the fridge.

As you finally took a sip of your coffee, you heard a small protest coming from your girlfriend on the sofa. “I don't know how you like that, like, not even a little milk?” Manon's question makes you laugh, walking over to her without haste.

“What's wrong with it, I like it like this.” You say.

You couldn't believe the sight you saw every morning. Manon was a goddess, your muse, your woman. Her makeup-free face and silk pajamas made you feel so intimate, so comfortable. You know that Manon worked hard to get where she is, and she keeps working harder and harder every day. You knew that she always pushed past all the people who criticized her non-stop, the hateful comments, her inner demons, you knew all that.

But at the end of the day you always remembered that you had managed to create a safe space for your love, you knew that you would always be by her side no matter what, you love Manon. She was one of the strongest women you'd ever met, but you were proud of how she knew that when she was tired, she wouldn't have to pretend anything to you. you love Manon softly, no weight in the way of your love.

“There's nothing wrong, sweetie. Now come here!” Manon said, opening her arms after placing the mug she was holding on the coffee table.

Giggling, you approached, placing your mug next to hers and sitting down next to the brunette. “You're so beautiful.” You said, your hand instantly going to her cheek.

Feeling your caress, Manon closed her eyes, enjoying the softness of your touch. Manon always loved your hands on her, everywhere, she wanted your hands to be on her constantly.

Opening her eyes, Manon had a bright look in your direction, you could see how her pupils were dilated when the sunlight kissed her face, and you swore you had fallen even more in love. “I love you.”

Manon's lips touched yours straight away, not even letting you say it back. The softness of her lips on yours made you feel like you were in heaven, her lips tasted like coffee, but a different coffee to yours, a sweeter coffee.

Slowly, Manon slipped one of her legs under your lap, straddling you and continuing the kiss. Your hands went to her waist instantly, almost as if your muscle memory couldn't let go of the movement in a million years. Her waist was curved and reminded you of the shape of your guitar, the thought making you run your hands down the silk of her pajamas.

Raising your hands again, you squeezed Manon's waist, making your girlfriend sigh into the kiss. Seeing that breathing was beginning to be a problem for both of you, you broke the kiss, only to kiss Manon's lips a few times, moving down to her jaw, her neck, and then to her exposed collarbone.

“I love you, just like I love my coffee.” You said, making Manon look confused. If this were a cartoon, there would surely be question marks in Manon's head. “Black, just like you.”

Manon's face remained serious for a few moments before she smiled and started laughing at your phrase. Seeing your girlfriend's smile, you laughed along, more at the way her smile charmed you than at your phrase.

As her laughter subsided, Manon leaned on you, her hands firmly holding your neck as she smiled openly at you. “God, I really love you.”

“And you have no idea how much I love you.” You said, leaving a lingering kiss on the brunette's lips.

Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, Manon looked at you with amusement, her eyes bright and full of joy. “Do you love me more or the coffee?”

“Do you really need that answer?”

“Then you wouldn't mind letting your coffee get cold, would you?”

Getting up from the sofa with Manon still on your lap, you hurried to your room, making the brunette giggle and cling to your neck tighter, kissing your sweet spot and giggling like a lovesick teenager.

I love her so much!

I had this idea a few weeks ago, but I was so busy with requests that I only had time to do it now.

I love this song and one day while I was listening to it, Manon popped into my head, so BOOM, here we are.

I hope you enjoyed it, stay safe and drink some water

xoxo, spider.

[mrsriddlenott]

~ Oh, It’s You ~

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Ex-Sneaky Link!JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

This is an AU set 1 year after s4 however canon plot points won't really be mentioned.

After months of hooking up with JJ in secret, you both began developing deep feelings for each other, but when his friends, Kie especially, learn of your relationship and plot on it's downfall JJ leaves you reeling and confused as he enters a relationship with his best friend leaving you to wonder what you did to push him away so quickly. Unbeknownst to you however. the blonde was struggling more than he let on, wanting nothing more than to go his own path but feeling trapped with those who used to make him feel free. The only person he can think of now that makes him feel as open as he once did is.... you.

Warnings: emotional cheating(they almost kiss), ooc Kie, Depressed JJ but he doesn’t realize, lying and small amount of manipulation on Kie’s part.

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JJ’s fingers clenched against his phone, knuckles turning white as he waits for your response. Eyes darting between his phone screen and Kie’s angry face in front of him. “Don’t you want a life JJ” She spits at him like venom.

She seemed like such a different person now. JJ remembered when he trusted her with almost anything but whenever he thinks of her now he needs to stop himself from thinking of his dad. He can’t help but wonder if his mother was as easily manipulated by him as he’s beginning to realize he was by Kie.

Nothing he ever does is good enough.

“You said I needed a job and I have an interview, I don’t understand what the big deal is.” JJ sighed, still waiting for the feeling of his phone buzzing in his hand.

“I didn’t mean at some shitty little garage, that’s not going to get you anywhere in life. Working on cars is your hobby, you cannot make a livelihood off of it.” The way she said “you” so full of spite and anger made him feel so small, holding back his own anger as to not snap and make everything worse.

“I’m good with cars Kie, if I get enough legit experience I could open up my own garage.” JJ shrugs, only half enjoying the idea himself but wanting to please her. His eyes fall shut as she scoffs again, arms crossing over her chest while she gave him a disapproving look.

He didn’t want to do this, he hated when she talked to him like this. And when he got your text in the middle of one of their many fights, it felt so right that he should have known it was wrong. But he just couldn’t stay here, and he couldn’t admit to her that he had nowhere else to go after everything. His phone buzzed and his heart jumped, his eyes falling to the screen in his hand trying not to act weird as he read your text.

Y/N🤫💛 Are you sure that’s a great idea?

JJ wastes no time in typing out his response, ignoring the way Kie paces in front of him. She speaks angrily about him getting a job at Rafe’s fancy new nightclub instead, raising her voice with every word and glaring at his phone every second. His eyes roll despite how hard he tried to control them, knowing she hated when he did that but finding it harder and harder to be the perfect boyfriend she had imagined. “Are you seriously ignoring me? If you don’t want to talk about this maybe you should leave for the night.” Kie spat, anger clear on her face and JJ couldn’t blame her.

Jay Not sure if anything is a good idea anymore but ik u feel safe and i have nowhere else to go anymore

It took you much less time to formulate your next text as you read his. Your heart hurts at the pain he seems to be in, he seems so trapped in whatever worries he had right now. He seems hurt and lost, and you know him well enough to know he’s feeling like a burden so you quickly respond, leaving it up to him in the end.

Y/N🤫💛 The window will be unlocked, don’t feel like a burden Jay. I know things are weird between us now and they might always be, but I will never turn you away when you’re struggling. No matter what.

JJ read your text with slightly watery eyes, he felt lost and hurt, he was hurting the people around him just by his existence. He couldn’t be who Kie or John B wanted anymore, it was becoming too much. JB was a dad now and JJ understood why everything needed to become so serious so fast, he really did. But despite how happy he was for him and Sarah and their beautiful baby boy Jackson, he was terrified. The last few years felt like a blur, they went by so fast and JJ ignored it by telling himself he would be free in his 20s.

But he was wrong. It all kept piling on. He felt like in a blink of an eye he would be 30 and still feel absolutely nothing real. With a pang of guilt he bid a stressful goodbye to Kie as he left her house, knowing exactly where he would go, knowing he shouldn’t but knowing he couldn’t resist.

You were the only one that could slow everything down.

The sound of JJ’s bike outside your house had you shooting up from your bed, darting to unlock the window hoping your mom couldn’t hear the sound. She had heard too many tear filled rants about the blonde to ever accept him in her house but you just couldn’t resist him.

JJ quickly scaled the flower trellis on the wall outside your window just as you opened it for him, stepping back and attempting to discreetly watch him. His muscles were on full view from his cut t-shirt, constricting while he worked his way into your room, quickly turning to shut the window before looking back to you, catching you staring with a smirk.

“Hey Princess,” The nickname slips past JJ’s lips without a thought, so easily and smoothly as if he never stopped speaking it, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip as his eyes train themselves on you, “Thank you for letting me in.”

“You can’t call me that anymore JJ,” You breath out quickly before continuing, “And you don’t need to thank me.”

JJ watches you walk around your bed to retrieve the same blanket and pillow he used last time, handing them to him as you plop down onto your bed, “So what happened? You seemed different when we were texting earlier.” JJ scoffs at your words, sitting next to you, almost too close as he starts speaking.

“Me and Kie got into another fight,” He sighs, his eyes finding yours like a refuge before falling to his feet, “She’s been pestering me to work for Rafe so I got an interview at this garage close to her place to get her off my back but she doesn’t think it’ll be enough.”

“Well she doesn’t get a say, it’s your life Jay, don’t pick a job just to spite her. And I understand where she’s coming from, Rafe has basically become an overnight success in the last year but I agree that you shouldn’t settle for what she wants.” JJ watches you, waiting for you to push him one way or the other, but you dont. You wait for him clearly wanting him to choose for himself.

And JJ can’t remember the last time any one accepted, or even wanted to hear, his opinion.

“I don’t care how much everyone thinks he changed or how easily he can convince people, hell I don’t care if he has actually changed. A Cameron will never be my boss.” JJ states matter of factly and you smile up at him, his reserve and certainty always being some of your favorite aspects of his personality.

“I don’t doubt it Jay, and I personally think you’re too good to work for him anyway.” You giggle, and JJ takes note of the fact that is sounded exactly as it always used to. He almost forgot what it sounded like. JJ found himself reminiscing on every second he spent with you, how happy he was and how happy he could be again if he just took a leap of faith.

“I just don’t know what to do,” JJ averts his eyes from you, feeling lost in his own feelings and wants, “Nothing I ever do is good enough for her and it feels like this just wasn’t right, everything feels so forced.” The way his head falls into his hands almost breaks your heart, and you wish you could hug him even though you knew it was inappropriate.

“I can’t help with everything going on but my boss is hiring,” You grimace, your face twisting slightly, “I wasn’t gonna say anything because it’s for a janitor.”

JJ side eyes you with a weak smile making you laugh, turning on your bed to face him fully. “I’m serious JJ, it’s a good idea I swear.” You state with a bit of a giggle in your voice, instinctively gripping at his bare shoulder for only a second before retracting your hand quickly.

“How is that a good idea?” JJ laughs, the warmth of your hand lingering on his shoulder like a burn for far too long.

“Well A it’s not Rafe and B it’s not a random garage with no one you know. Mr.Barnes even grew up in the Cut, he’s way more down to earth than you would expect at first glance and he won’t treat you poorly. ” Your eyes meet his, a smirk growing on his lips at your words.

“So I’d get to work with you, every day?” JJ speaks slowly, words slipping off his tongue like they were somehow sultry. Against your better judgment you smile at his words, breaking eye contact while you try and form words.

“Well not every day, but I would be who shows you around and everything until you get the hang of the place.” You sigh, trying to ignore the excitement running through your body at his close proximity.

“What do you guys even do there?” JJ asks with a small laugh, wanting to hear you talk more than anything.

“Well I just answer calls and fix Mr.Barnes schedule mostly, and y’know take deliveries and stuff but it’s a security company so we more or less just give rich people protection.” Your eyes meet as he watches you talk, JJ can’t think of a better sight than your happy smile while you speak. He could listen to you talk about anything, genuinely. And he knew right then and there that he didn’t care if he was mopping floors and taking out trash, he was gonna take the job just to see you.

Your breath catches, your eyes meeting his again, this time letting them stay locked together. The intensity grows quickly making your chest feel tight, your irises feeling trapped in the strong blue gaze of his. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins to lean in instinctually, making you place a hand on his chest while you put distance between you both by standing.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” JJ stutters, eyelids closing tightly preparing for you to yell at him to leave, that he was a two timing piece of shit that needs to get out of your life for good. Instead you stay pacing in front of him eyes brimming with tears, “I shouldn’t have even thought- fuck I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, lets just forget it,” Feeling bad for him, you stare to his reddening face feeling your own heat up. Knowing he has nowhere else to go, and despite the sense of worry settling deep in your chest as you decide to ignore this moment you let him stay. “We should probably get to sleep anyway.”

“Yeah yeah,” JJ starts, jumping up from your bed and avoiding eye contact as he prepares a spot to sleep on the floor.

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[xechu]

The Downfall

cw: 18+ mdni, please read my blog rules before interacting, angst, swearing, Sukuna kinda toxic here

wc: 1K

summary: the argument that leads to your break-up(?) with Sukuna

a/n: part of this au. I think I need to come up with a name for this au now. This happens before the events of 'Warm on a Cold Night'. Thank you for reading. x

P.S. I've now created a master list for this series: Cross My Heart - check it out!

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You currently found yourself in a confrontation with your boyfriend. This particular argument was triggered by the events of a few nights ago when you received a call from the hospital at 2:30 AM. The blood drained from your face as dread consumed you; deep down, you had anticipated receiving a call like this eventually, given Sukuna's reckless lifestyle and tendencies. You hate to admit it, but you would have been a fool not to expect him to land in some kind of trouble. Though this was the first—and you desperately hoped to be the last—time you had to pick him up from a hospital, the underlying context of your arguments had always been the same, and this was no exception.

Sukuna's choices and the company he kept had always been the root of your arguments throughout your four-year relationship. When he was on his own, he was manageable—proud, and stubborn, yes, but manageable. However, when he associated himself with the likes of his old college classmates—Shiu, Toji, and Yorozu—it was like an explosion waiting to happen.

You despised how they reveled in his reckless behavior, always spurring on his worst instincts. The ungodly trio (yes, that’s what you secretly called them) reminded you of high school big shots trying desperately to relive their glory days. Of course, Sukuna was the only one of the group who was actually making something of himself, and it broke your heart watching his hard work crumble because of these so-called friends.

When you got the call about the ER visit, something within you finally snapped. It all started when Sukuna mentioned going to the bar with "some friends." It didn't take long into your relationship for you to catch on, whenever he opted not to mention specific names it meant that he was his going to see his college mates, which he knew you had reservations about. You clenched your jaw, anxiety already beginning to swirl within you, but you still managed to force a smile and say, “Alright, Ryo. I hope you have fun, and please, stay safe.”

The altercation unfolded when a man tried to hit on Yorozu. After several attempts to shrug him off, the man finally decided to leave, but Toji and Shiu wanted to take things a notch further, and to take the matter outside. Sukuna initially tried to break up the fight, but the man, adrenaline-fueled and panicked as he perceived himself to be ganged up by three large men, pulled a knife. And of course, it was your boyfriend who ended up injured, while Shiu and Toji—who instigated the whole debacle—was completely unscathed.

“I’m worried for you, Ryo—can’t you understand that?” You struggled to hold back the emotions bubbling inside you.

“I don’t need you to be worried for me, Y/N. You’re making something out of nothing again,” he said, frustration clear in his voice.

“How can you even call them your friends? They could have gotten you killed! And for what? Just because they wanted to feel good about themselves?”

“But I’m fine, aren’t I?” He lifted up his shirt, and gestured to the bandaged wound on his abdomen. As if that was supposed to make everything suddenly alright.

“If you were fine, I wouldn’t have gotten a call that you were in the ER being treated for a stab wound!” You were in utter disbelief at how he could be so nonchalant about it.

“It’s just a minor wound that needed some stitches, that’s it. They made it sound worse than it really was.”

“This is not minor," your brows creased, "I don’t want to get a call one day saying they found your body in a ditch or something! Please, if you cared about me, you’d stop getting yourself into these situations.”

“Why are you always bringing up these what-if scenarios?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration amping up by the second. “It’s always like this with you. I love you, I really do, but you struggle with internalizing things, and then you make it my problem!”

“What are you trying to say?” You tried to remain calm, though there was an undertone of warning, telling him that he ought to choose his next words carefully—

“That you’re being a pain in the ass!” he snapped. “My life has always been like this, and I’ve been able to get by just fine! You knew who I was before you got together with me. Now it’s suddenly not good enough for you anymore? You just can’t accept it?”

“It’s not like that! You know it's not!" Devastation lacing your voice at the accusation.

“Then I don’t know what the fuck you want from me! You’re always worried or anxious about something when you have no reason to be. I told you I'm fine, you know I can handle myself.”

“I’m only like this because I care about you! Can’t you see they’re tearing you down? Everything you’ve fought for—what good is it if you keep going down this path? If only you could put in an ounce of the respect you have for your work into your personal life, I wouldn’t be so worried all the time!”

“Don’t twist this into my issue! You’re not doing any of this for me; you’re doing it because you can’t get over your own fucking head.”

“Ryo, you don’t mean that...” A pang of hurt struck you. Though he saw the flash of hurt in your eyes, he was too caught up in the heat of the moment to acknowledge it.

“I can't put up with this right now,” he spat, his voice cold. “Don’t come find me.” He grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the front door behind him.

You sank into the couch and broke down, uncontrollable sobs wracking your body as your hands covered your face. It seemed that time and time again, he had chosen them over you. Chosen his own way of life over what you had built together. Were you not part of his life? Did you not deserve even a sliver consolation and reassurance? You didn’t know how much more you could take, and this felt like the last straw.

a/n #2: Kind of been in a rut lately with my writing, my creative motor went on vacation. Unfortunately, I don't make the rules - it goes when it goes.

Writing © xechu - please do not redistribute, translate, or repost any of my works.

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Pick a fruit! A Non- Diabetic Message From The Source!

Pick A Pile

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, lovely humans! This is a collective tarot reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- Judgement, 5 of Swords, 2 of Cups, King of Swords, 7 of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, 6 of Cups

Somebody judged you, and they are realizing how wrong they were about you. While this person is in their feelings, the source is taking notes of how committed you are to your journey. I do see you shining like a star! Your test is about to complete by this full moon, and you will be receiving clarity about a past connection. This person is definitely your ex or someone you've known for years. This person can be manipulative, as cards were trying to come out but didn't, signifying that there's a lot to say, but someone is finding the right words.

Your inner child wanted safety from this person, which they couldn't provide. You may have judged yourself for staying too long with this person or even walking away from them. You really had to choose your head over your heart to make a decision to move on from them. I see emotional attachment here. The Wheel of Fortune and the Star card appeared twice in your reading. Definitely something fated is about to happen in your life. You are about to see someone for who they are. The confusion that you've lived with is about to be elevated. You can expect an apology from this person, which will be genuine, but you still can't rely on them as they haven't changed at all. Your intuition knows that going back to them or accepting them is only going to begin the same old cycle.

The divine is encouraging you to keep taking care of yourself and stay committed to your growth. I don't see you wanting this person back at all. I feel that your inner child is happier without them. The guidance here for you is to keep moving on and don't think about them at all. Don't send them your energy by thinking of them even for a moment. You moving on is your justice because it seems to me that it was really difficult for you to let go of the attachment you had developed with them. You may doubt your judgment sometimes; that's why this message is coming through, encouraging you to keep moving forward as you're on the right path. You're not attached to this person, but you haven't completely removed them from your energetic field. It seems to me that you wonder if you'll find better than them. You wonder what if they were the one, and you end up making a wrong decision, accepting that this time it's a forever goodbye. You will find the best, pile 1. Don't doubt yourself at all. You may have been on and off with this person multiple times. This connection could never work out no matter how hard you tried. They came into your life to teach you something. Closing the door and locking it for good is bringing you success. This person was a blockage to your financial stability. Now the choice is yours, pile 1. You know what's best for you.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards- 5 of Swords, Page of Pentacles, 5 of Pentacles, 8 of Pentacles, 7 of Swords, The Fool, The Devil, King of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, Queen of Cups

Okay, I need to address this! If you're a masculine reading this, then listen up! (This is not gender-specific but based on energy. You can be a female operating from masculine energy.) Huff! Pile 2? What's up with you? I feel that some of you think you can have anything that you want (not in a good way!). There's someone or something you feel you have authority over. No, you don't. No matter how much you pursue this person now, they are not coming back! Your actions have consequences. Do you even realize that? There's a shadow that you need to heal. You've got an inner child wound that you haven't been healing.

Relying on someone to soothe your pain while you drain the other person is simply being selfish toward the well-being of the other person. You may have been distracting yourself with work. A lot of you operate from a lack mindset, which again, you need to heal. It's time for you to give to yourself first, which is your time and attention. Observe your patterns and heal yourself. Don't be all about what the world can give you; think of how you can give to the world. You are operating from the shadow side of the emperor energy.

If you're a feminine reading this, then this is a person you're dealing with or have dealt with. Trust your intuition and don't let your mind trick you into falling for this person's words. They are hellbent on having you back. It's not healthy because their energy is not at all good for you. This person comes with a lot of baggage, and you do not need to fear. Nothing is going to happen in this connection. The divine won't let anything happen. You also need to focus on maintaining firm boundaries and don't let those who have hurt you enter your energy field. You're quite sensitive. If you make up scenarios about this person, then also avoid doing that. Just focus on healing your mind and thought patterns. Break yourself free of this pattern. I'm sorry to say, but if you're wishing for this connection to work, then this is not happening. You both are only going to feel stuck with each other. Let go. There's a huge imbalance of energy. For a lot of you, I feel that you subconsciously desire so much but are never satisfied with what you have. There's a lot of healing you need to do, love. This lack mindset is also reflected in your work life. Your wishes are keeping you trapped. Try to make your life simpler.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards- Ace of Swords, Death, 6 of Swords, The Magician, Ace of Pentacles, 6 of Cups, Page of Swords, 3 of Pentacles

This pile is a relief. I see you're receiving clarity and communication from someone you've been waiting to receive. A major breakthrough is happening in your career/finances, and this is the opportunity that you approached first. You've worked for something or have given an interview, which you're clearing very soon. This is going to bring a major change in your lifestyle. You're on the right path, pile 3. You're on the path to fulfill your purpose. You need to keep pushing yourself out of your comfort zone to receive more blessings in your professional life. I also see you moving away from a connection or literally moving places. Some of you have been manifesting your own office/home. Relocation is on the cards for a lot of you.

Your hard work is paying off, and you're going to receive recognition for the work you do. Trust your intuition with how you're supposed to manage your work. Your intuition is your guide at this time. Communication, movement, travel, and relocation are on the cards. You're going from rags to riches. From bottom to top. A major shift is happening in your life, and you're supposed to keep your life in balance. A lot of good luck and prosperity lies ahead for you. Signs and synchronicities are guiding you to keep your fears at bay by organizing your tasks well. You do have the wisdom to understand the messages and signs that are being sent to you by the source. Throw your logic out of the window. At this moment you need to take action based on your intuition and how you feel about the way you work.

[cxs-workshops]

Hi. I’m the person who almost attempted suicide, twice. Been nearly a year now, it’s out there, I do not care who knows.

Didn’t want to jump in this but here we fucking go: First to be fucking clear, and which no one, might I add. came to me directly to ask, all the the Logan/anon drama was NOT the reason I did why I did what I did. It didn’t help the situation, but it wasn’t the sole reason. I had so much IRL issues going on at the time, and I realize the petty stuff with the anon hate made it seem like it was the only reason but I barely thought about it while I was doing the thing. I have half the mind to bill a certain party the rest of my medical debt but hey, we’re gonna move on.

I cut myself off from fan servers and from most people in the community due to being anxious all the time, thus being alone since late 2023. If I was talking to anyone, it would be purely about the game or art stuff. Snowy & Goons, how DARE you use my situation to your benefit, and any of the posts I’ve made. You cannot outright accuse someone else of my suicide attempt without any concrete evidence. That’s a damn serious accusation. All we have are petty Tumblr anon messages. And ooo guess what, not every single Logan fan is gathered at Simprock, there are plenty of other individuals within the community, outside of fan servers. Who’s to say that your goons aren’t the ones posing as the anons for them to be framed? Idk but you can’t keep talking out of your ass. My harassment started roughly around 2020/21, I can’t even remember who said what at the time and who’s to say the same people are even around anymore. Should I have collected evidence? Seeing how it all came to this, yeah I definitely should have. I don’t have evidence, but most importantly NEITHER DO YOU. Which applies to many things for you.

Simprock was the last server I had joined. During the brief time I was there, was treated with nothing but kindness and respect. I admit, I do still have a sort of distrust with them, for other reasons, but with this it’s hard not to be on their side( and with apparent evidence) . Actually in fact, it was when Snowy had also joined Simprock, I bolted out of there shortly. I wasn’t there long enough to get to know anyone but I saw your name and my skin immediately crawled. We never talked directly but I first saw you in the bootleg my time server (late 2022-mide2023) the vibes were immediately off. I’m not of fan of Logan either but you were constantly belittling them, not cool. To think you’ve escalated this far…baffling.

Back to using my posts to your benefit, the zine post. How the fuck did you immediately accuse them again when I said I wasn’t joining either zines. Again I couldn’t even guess who the anons were but hey, could be your goons posing again. Just because a person liked it immediately meant it was an attack against you? Dude. Reaching aren’t we.

Some days I take a step back, and think. There were several different ways to have handled my harassment, and I was thinking one of those ways was the one you’re taking Snowy, and I can’t begin to imagine it, not even a little. Why? Because this is fucking insane behavior. I wouldn’t have begun to do something like this good gracious. If I made anyone uncomfortable last year anytime after my attempt or during all the hate anon messages, I genuinely didn’t mean to and I apologize. I appreciate more than anything that the lot of you gathered to help me during and afterwards. I’ll always be thankful.

I’m going to cut myself off here before I get pissed again, but one more thing.

F YOU SNOWY I FN KNEW ITBWAS YOU TALKING SHIT ABOUT QUINLAN. I don’t play about my characters and for you to mischaracterize them like this UGH JUST 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

Please Leave me Alone

Hi, I’ve been sort of attempting to avoid making a post about this but due to numerous concerned individuals reaching out to me and the amount of receipts that I’ve been given regarding this I have to make one last attempt to address the person who has been doing this to me for the past few months.

I know what you’re doing, and you know it’s dishonest and wrong. This needs to stop. Targeting others and involving them in your personal drama just for interacting with me is unacceptable, and the misinformation and harassment have to end.

I’m giving you the chance to take accountability and tell the truth. If I continue to hear that this behavior is still happening, I’ll have no choice but to address it directly.

I’m not interested in some self-made competition for attention and the drama - I just want to share my love for this game and community together with my friends. Please leave me alone.

For the record: I have never, and will never, send anonymous hate to anyone - especially not over being queer or creating gay art. As a queer minority myself, I stand for marginalized communities and will always support safe, inclusive spaces for everyone.

It’s incredibly unfair to your friends as well, who you have most likely been feeding false versions of the story. It’s also unfair to pull completely uninvolved individuals trying to enjoy their time in this space into this especially when you know that this is untrue- then hide behind alt accounts and your friends, which will unfairly put them in a position where they have been defending someone who has been dishonest to them.

I wanted to believe that you were going through a rough spot and that it led you to doing this in a bad state of mind, but this is becoming excessive and I want you to please use this opportunity to reflect on this because you know what you have been doing is wrong and hurts everyone.

[livfastdieyoung69]

OH OH YK WHAT I NEED BAD? KO SIBLING X CODY OOOOO I NEED IT I NEEDDDD IT

NEW BEGINNINGS

(Cody Rhodes x Non-described!Owens!Reader, can be read as adopted or not)

Anger issues and complaining runned in the Owen’s family. It was what your family did, most of you on the side, but your brother, he did it for his literal career. Like seriously, Kevin just complained for a living- he got on a microphone and yelled. As jealous as you were, it wasn’t your gimmick unfortunately. The two of you grew up side by side, falling in love with wrestling together, and eventually even growing in the business together. Though you had pretty similar styles, Kevin loved being in the WWE and everything he stood for there, and you loved being in TNA, and all of the accomplishments you’ve made in the company.

Though you were on separate paths, whenever they happened to cross, you’d sit down and have lunch, or dinner, or whatever else you could manage and do what Owens’ did best- complain together.

“How’s working with all of the Bloodline guys, still?” You ask after taking a gulp from your soda. Before you can even finish, he’s rolling his eyes and groaning with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Still fucking terrible. There’s more of them! Like an endless amount, they just keep popping up out of nowhere, and the more that come, the crazier they fucking get,” His exasperated sound makes you laugh. “I’m serious!”

You shake your head while he takes another massive bite out of his burger.

“Who’d you just work with? Uh, what’s his name? That woo woo woo guy? Zak Ryder!” You nod, taking a bite of your own food after muttering the ‘You Know It’ part of the catchphrase.

“He’s Matt Cardona now- that’s his actual name. He’s a nice guy…a lot, but nice. Like so much, really, all smiles and enthusiasm all the time. When Chelsea won the title, he brought a replica the next day and everyone thought it was the real one.”

This was how it usually went- catch up through each others feuds and how annoying everyone else was, and eventually the chatter would die down and you’d eat for a little, and then someone would pick up an actual conversation. The only problem here though, was there was one more feud of Kevins you were trying to avoid, but it was kind of hard. He was a massive deal in the company and a massive part of Kevins life right now.

“I know what you’re doing.” Kevin states causally, leaning back in his chair after starting on his fries.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, but you don’t look up from your own plate.

“Cody. You don’t wanna ask me about him.”

“….I just figured you’d want to keep your mind off it with the match at the Royal Rumble coming up.” You try, but he shakes his head. That was still in a couple weeks.

“Dude. I know you’re a fan- you literally still have the shirt from when he did the Dashing thing years ago. You liked Stardust, you know who else liked Stardust? No one.“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t have to publicly shame me about it. You can complain about everyone else, that’s my exception.” The two of you are quick to go back to silence while you try to finish your meal, and he chugs down another soda. The man ate ridiculously fast, nothing could stop him.

“You know,” He broke the quiet again. “You would really like WWE. Paul keeps bugging me about talking to you.”

“So you’ve told me,” You shrug. “I don’t know. TNA’s my home at this point, I can’t imagine leaving.” A laugh rips through you at a sudden thought and he nods his head for you to continue. “Maybe, maybe if you got Cody to ask-“ His eyes close with a sigh, and he immediately starts shaking his head, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Don’t push it.”

That had been about a week ago. You’d both gone back to your regularly scheduled program, him on Fridays and you on Thursdays. His feud with Cody continued, with a whole bunch of shit happening over there, and you moved on to work with other TNA superstars. After another long Thursday night you’re ready to conk out from the very fun, but tiring, on top of the night of wrestling, celebration with Joe Hendry for his new, recent title win (you’d already given your condolences to Nic).

As soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone rings. And you know it’s Kevin because you had set his theme song for his ringtone.

“What’s wrong?” You answer on the first ring. It’s late, and this is unusual, the first thing your mind goes to is that something happened.

“Did you see the news?”

“What fucking news Kevin, you’re freaking me out-“

“WWE and TNA signed a contract, anyone can go anywhere,” He rushes out, your name following it. “Anyone can go anywhere.”

You aren’t even sure what to say, and the phone line goes quiet while you stammer before Kevin interrupts.

“I gave Paul your number- he wants you in the Rumble.”

And now, here you were. This was fucking crazy! Of the entire TNA roster, you, Joe Hendry, and Jordynne Grace had been picked to join the Royal Rumble. Everything was so different here, you could see why Kevin liked it. Everything reminded you of him, and to be able to see him this much was so great. You traveled together, for the first time since your teenage years, and with all of the excitement you felt that young again too.

The Guerrilla was packed. It was great to see people you had worked with in the past, like Naomi and AJ Styles, but it was also great to meet new faces. Maxxine Dupri was the nicest person you had ever met, and so pretty. And you finally got to meet Chelsea! She wanted to keep in touch in case Matt tried to take her actual belt next time, apparently she hadn’t known he bought the replica.

Right now, the women’s rumble was seconds from kicking everything off so it was mostly women in the area, but a couple guys were wandering around too. Joe Hendry had stayed near you, which both of you were thankful for, he was actually a pretty shy guy behind cameras and you hated being alone around so many people. Jordynne and Naomi were a lot more acquainted than you were with her, so they snuck off to the side to have a chat.

The match was quick to begin with Iyo Sky and Liv Morgan before others started to quickly fill in. Your number was later on, you’d gotten 22. You didn’t want to be so late, and had tried to fight Paul about it but he was adamant the crowd would be excited, plus you had enough spots behind you to stay in for a while. The crowd started to wear out in Geurilla, and eventually you found yourself in the small room everything led to, with about ten other entrants, Maxxine had just went through the curtain at number 14.

“So,” Kevin strolls up from behind you with a bowl of something from catering. “I don’t want to hear a single word of this. But I called in a favor.” Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to him, and he holds up a hand. “Not a word.” And then he walks out. What the fuck?

You don’t have time to think about that anyways, now you’re wishing Jordynne (number 19) good luck as the buzzer rushes. After her, is the great return of Alexa Bliss, who is granted the biggest pop so far, which Zelina Vega follows, and then all that’s left in front of you is the grey curtain covering the biggest opportunity you’ve received in your life.

That was both the longest and shortest minute and a half of your entire life, but when the crowd counts down, and the buzzer rings out, and your music starts playing, you’ve never heard anything louder. You fight to your last breath, and then you keep fighting. You make it pass Nia Jax’s mass elimination, and lots of other attempts, and somehow, its just you and Charlotte Flair. You give it your best, but the nerves get the best of you, and Charlotte ends up throwing you over the rope.

As disappointed as you are, you made it farther than you could’ve dreamed of, and as the fans yell for your attention while you walk back up the ramp, you can’t help but be proud. You walk through the curtain to find your fellow (past, and present) TNA stars cheering you on, and you’re too busy taking the praise with embarrassment and a shy gaze to the ground, that you don’t notice Kevins favor until you’re snapping a picture with HHH for media.

In all of his glory, standing directly across from you all the way across the room, is Cody Rhodes. Clapping. And staring at you, with that one smile. Y’know, the one, the Dashing Cody Rhodes shit eating grin.

“Oh my God, Kevin,” You mutter under your breath when the pictures are over and you can turn away. “What the fuck. Kevin. What the fuck.” Kevin is no where in sight, and Paul is laughing at you so hard.

“Heard you’re a pretty big fan,” You can hear him approaching from behind you and there’s nothing else you can do but face him and hope not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I’d say I’m an avid watcher, if that’s what you’d like to consider me, yes.” He’s still grinning at you like that, and it’s making this so much harder. The rest of the room is funneling out.

“Oh, okay, okay. Just a big Stardust fan, then?” Your lips purse into a fine line when you find you have no explanation.

“How much did he tell you, exactly?” God, you’re never coming back to this company ever again. Only to get back at Kevin for this. He shrugs.

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry,” His grin relaxed, and suddenly he looks more like the American Nightmare Cody, and his hand is resting on your shoulder. “I’m a pretty big fan, too. You were great out there.”

“Oh, I tried my best, thanks,” Your face is heating up again, and you try to push it off.

“Really, you were great. I hope I get to see you around some more.” You still can’t find any words, and the room seems to be getting hotter by the second. “Or, out of it either. Not to be this straight forward, and feel free to tell me to back off, but if you’re around tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner or something.”

“Uhm, uh-“ I’m between your sputtering you find yourself laughing. “You’re about to go fight to the death with my brother.” He laughs, looking down at his ring gear, and nods his head, because yes, he’s going to go beat the shit out of your brother.

“I’m guessing that’s a back off?” He looks back up through his eyelashes with the grin that makes you melt.

“No, no, please, bring him to hell and back.” You grin back, before nodding shyly. “Dinner would be great.” Before you have the chance to keep talking, Pauls calling him over, and he gives you an apologetic look and tells you somehow, he’ll get ahold of you before he rushes over to HHH. Kevin comes in shortly after, and laughs at you with no clue that his worst enemy thinks your fine as hell, and that you’re going to go chase Jey Uso down for his phone number. You sit in the Guerrilla for just a second longer and watch them both disappear behind the curtain before you run off to take a shower, and text everybody you’ve ever known that Cody Fucking Rhodes just asked you out.

Maybe you would be coming back to WWE a couple more times.

Wow look at me goooo it feels like its been so long since i wrote for Cody (prolly cuz it has been)

I’m hungry, sick, and tired but I’m ignoring all of my problems and sat down during raw and couldn’t stop so here you go ig

Enjoy this you probably wont get much more from me this month but im gonna try my best i think the seasonal depression hit me mostly last month but its supposed to snow on Wednesday so that’s when we’ll really see

[buckets-and-trees]

boop Minotaur!Bucky on his lil snout

How about a birthday boop?

Arrangement

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Minotaur!Bucky x curvy!Millennial Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 3.2k Summary: If it seems too good to be true, it always is. Always. Too bad you had to go to the remote jungles of South America to learn that lesson. Now that you've agreed to your fate, what comes next? SEQUEL TO SACRIFICIAL

Content/Concept Warnings: DARK themes: lulled into a trap, human offering, willing but dubious consent, "no choice" consent to be kidnapped/taken; explicit smut: vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse and ejaculation, rough fucking; use of pet name: lamb/little lamb; slightly possessive behavior; praise kink; dirty talk; size kink; terato/monster fucking

Notes: Well, well, well... if it isn't the return of the mysterious Minotaur!Bucky who it's been so long since I've written or even mentioned him that nearly everyone gave up and stopped asking... BUT FOR MY BEST FRIEND FOR HER BIRTHDAY? I simply had to! So, birthday boops to @vonalyn!

Additional Notes: Part of the the Valentine Storygrams and also a humble offering for @the-slumberparty's Year of the Snake challenge.

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You awoke with a start, disoriented and groggy. The first thing you noticed was the softness beneath you - a plush bed covered in silken sheets. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you realized you were in a spacious room with wooden walls and many windows that opened up to trees. It was twilight, and if you weren’t mistaken, you were in some kind of tree house.

Attempting to stretch, you found your movements restricted. Looking down, you saw your arms bound in front of you with wide silk ribbons, woven up and down your forearms. Your legs were similarly bound, ribbons banding your thighs together and encircling your ankles. The bindings were snug but not painfully tight, allowing some movement while keeping you securely restrained. The rest of you was still laid bare after the beast had rid you of the lingerie the villagers had offered you up with as their sacrifice.

You closed your eyes again, your mind flitting back through the ordeal of being prepared as a sacrificial lamb to slake some need the minotaur had - initially it was a primal one, clearly, but some of what was said had you suspecting there was more to it than that.

A rustle of movement behind you caught your attention. Turning your head, you saw the minotaur - Bucky - shuffling through some boxes.

You watched Bucky silently for a few moments, taking in his massive form as he sorted through what appeared to be your belongings. The large shipping crate and traveling bag you'd packed for your supposed research trip were there, along with some unfamiliar packages.

"You're awake," he rumbled, not turning to look at you. "I was beginning to worry you weren’t as sturdy as I’d assumed and I'd been too rough with you earlier."

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Your mind was still reeling from everything that had happened.

Bucky finally turned, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. He approached the bed slowly, his massive form looming over you. "How are you feeling, little lamb?"

You tugged lightly at your bindings. "A bit... restrained."

He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. His large hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking the silk ribbon there. "Just a precaution, for now. Wouldn't want you wandering off and getting lost in the jungle."

"Where are we?" you asked. “What's happening? Where am I?"

Bucky's lips curled into a small smile. "So many questions, little lamb. I suppose that's to be expected from a scientist." His hand continued its gentle caress of your thigh, the touch both soothing and unsettling.

"We're in the heart of the jungle," he said, gesturing to the windows. "Deep in the Ecuadorian Amazon, just as your research grant promised. Though the exact coordinates aren't quite what you were led to believe."

You craned your neck to look out the nearest window. The lush canopy of trees stretched as far as you could see, an endless sea of green. Colorful birds flitted between branches, their calls mingling with the constant hum of insects and the occasional distant noises of other unseen creatures.

"This treehouse," Bucky continued, "is my home. And now, it's yours too.”

You glanced around the treehouse again, taking in more details. The walls were adorned with an eclectic mix of items: shelves of books, strange artifacts that looked ancient, but there were also modern touches like solar-powered lanterns.

"But where exactly-" you began, only to be cut off by Bucky.

“I won’t tell you that.”

Bucky stood, moving to one of the windows. His massive form filled the window frame as he gazed out at the darkening jungle. "Even if I told you our exact location, it wouldn't matter. This place is not on any map. The jungle here is ancient, wild, and unforgiving."

He turned back to you, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light. "The trees themselves seem alive, their roots shifting beneath the earth, changing paths and landmarks. Compasses spin uselessly, their needles drawn to some unseen magnetic force deep within the earth. GPS signals can't penetrate the dense canopy."

You felt a chill run down your spine as he continued, his voice low and ominous. "And that's just the beginning. The jungle is beautiful, but it's also deadly. Poisonous frogs with skin that can kill you with a single touch. Jaguars that hunt in the night, silent and lethal. Quicksand that can swallow you whole before you even realize you're sinking."

He moved closer to the bed, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting. "And those are just the natural dangers. There are other measures I've implemented. Traps that even the most experienced hunters wouldn't detect. Pitfalls lined with venomous snakes. Invisible trip wires that trigger darts coated with poisons.”

Bucky's voice softened as he continued, "But those traps aren't for you, little lamb. They're to keep others out, to protect us. I've spent decades perfecting these defenses, ensuring our sanctuary remains undisturbed."

He sat back down on the bed, his weight causing you to shift slightly towards him. "I don't want you to feel trapped or like you need to escape. But make no mistake, you will be in danger if you try to escape, and I will not be happy with you if it comes to that,” he declared, his voice and his eyes growing colder for a moment.

Then his large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek, and his voice softened again. "But you'll have everything you need to do your research, as outlined in the terms of the agreement you signed. I've prepared a state-of-the-art lab for you, filled with equipment that would make your former university colleagues green with envy. There are specimens here that have never been catalogued, flora with properties that could revolutionize medicine."

He gestured to a corner of the treehouse you hadn't noticed yet. "That's your lab."

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight. It was a fully equipped botanical research station, with microscopes, gene sequencers, and other high-tech equipment you'd only dreamed of having access to. Shelves lined the walls, ready to be filled with any and all kinds of specimens.

Bucky watched your reaction closely, a small smile playing on his lips. "I see that spark in your eyes, little lamb. Your passion for your work is part of why I chose you."

As you continued to look at the lab, your mind reeled with the possibilities. Despite the circumstances, a part of you thrilled at the prospect of studying undiscovered species, of making groundbreaking discoveries. Your eyes darted from one piece of equipment to another, recognizing some and marveling at others you'd only read about in cutting-edge journals.

Bucky's voice pulled you back again from your scientific reverie. "You'll have everything you need here, little lamb. I'll take care of you."

His massive hand trailed down your arm, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. "And in return, you'll take care of me as well."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "What... what do you mean by taking care of you?"

A slow smile spread across Bucky's face, his eyes darkening with desire. “You know exactly what I mean, clever scientist.”

His large hand slid down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and stomach before coming to rest between your thighs. You shivered at his touch, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through you.

"You'll satisfy my needs," Bucky growled softly, his fingers teasing your sensitive flesh. "Just as you did earlier. But more than that, you'll be my companion. My partner in this isolated paradise."

He reached for a knife that had been bound to his enormous bicep, then sliced through the ribbons binding your legs. You sighed in relief to have mobility of your lower limbs again, but then you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, your body responding eagerly despite your conflicted emotions.

Bucky's skilled fingers stroked and teased, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Such a responsive little lamb," Bucky purred, his voice deep and filled with desire. "Already growing so wet for me."

He withdrew his fingers, leaving you aching for more. With an attempted gentleness he didn’t fully have for his massive size, he rolled you onto your stomach. "Up on your knees," he commanded, guiding your hips upward.

You complied, trembling slightly as you rose to your knees, your bound arms supporting your upper body. The silk sheets beneath you were cool against your heated skin.

Bucky's large hands grasped your hips, positioning you how he wanted. "Wider," he growled, nudging your thighs further apart. You felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a thrill of anticipation coursed through you.

Bucky lowered himself to kneel on the floor behind you, his massive form still towering over your prone figure on the bed. His large hands spread your thighs even wider, exposing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. You shivered as you felt his hot breath ghost over your sensitive flesh.

Without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue along your slit in one long, slow lick. You gasped at the sensation, your hips instinctively pushing back against his face. His tongue was larger than a human's, rough and textured in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you with each pass.

Bucky growled appreciatively at your reaction, the vibrations adding another layer of stimulation. His strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he began to explore your folds in earnest. Bucky's ministrations were methodical, almost clinical. He lapped at your entrance, probing your entrance with deliberate, teasing strokes.

He explored every fold and crevice, mapping out your most intimate areas with meticulous attention. His rough tongue rasped against your sensitive flesh, sending shivers up your spine. You could feel the slight scrape of his teeth against your outer labia as he worked, adding a thrilling edge of danger to the pleasure. He alternated between broad, flat strokes that covered your entire sex and pointed, precise flicks that targeted your clit.

Your thighs began to tremble as the pleasure built, and Bucky's tongue only delved deeper. He lapped at your entrance, circling teasingly before plunging inside. The rough texture of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he fucked you with it, pushing in and out with increasing intensity.

His large hands kneaded your ass cheeks, spreading them wider to give him better access. You could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin, punctuated by occasional grunts and growls of satisfaction. The vibrations from his vocalizations added another layer of sensation, making you tremble and moan.

Bucky's tongue was relentless, probing deeper than you thought possible. It curled and flexed inside you, reaching spots you didn't even know existed. Just as you were teetering on the edge of release, Bucky suddenly withdrew his tongue. You whimpered at the loss, your hips instinctively pushing back, seeking more.

"Not yet, little lamb," Bucky rumbled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

You felt the bed shift as he stood, his massive form looming over you once more. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance, already slick from his ministrations. He'd prepared you much more thoroughly earlier, and you had to acknowledge your cunt still felt a pleasurable ache from the earlier fucking, but you tensed slightly at the prospect of taking his enormous cock again.

Bucky sensed your apprehension and ran a soothing hand down your back. "Relax, little lamb. Your body was made to take me."

He began to push inside, the thick head of his cock stretching you open. You keened at the intrusion, your body struggling to accommodate his size. But Bucky didn’t move slowly, only smoothly, forcing your cunt to accommodate as he sank deeper.

"That's it," he growled, his voice strained. "Open up for me."

You whined, head dropping forward as Bucky's massive cock stretched you to your limits, sinking deeper, inch by agonizing inch. The burn of the stretch mingled with the pleasure, creating a heady mix of sensations that left you gasping and trembling. Your fingers clawed at the silk sheets, seeking something to anchor you as Bucky's relentless invasion continued.

"So tight," Bucky groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Your tight pussy is squeezing me so perfectly, so desperately, lamb."

You felt impossibly full, stuffed to the brim with his enormous length. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Bucky's hips finally met your ass, signaling he was fully seated within you. He held still for a blessed moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Good girl," he purred, one large hand stroking down your spine. He rutted his hips against you slowly for a moment, back and forth, the coarse hair over his lower body so foreign and unexpected against your smooth skin.

His large hands went back to gripping your hips, and he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with force.

The pace he set then was relentless. Each powerful thrust drove the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and clutching at the sheets. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other filled the room, punctuated by your breathless cries and Bucky's deep grunts.

Bucky's powerful thrusts drove you forward, your bound arms struggling to keep you upright. Each time he bottomed out inside you, it felt like he was reaching impossible depths, touching places within you that had never been reached before. The stretch and fullness were overwhelming, bordering on painful, yet your body sang with pleasure.

His massive hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he used his preternatural strength to pull you back onto his cock with each thrust. The force of his movements made your breasts sway beneath you, nipples grazing against the silken sheets with delicious friction.

"Such a greedy little cunt," Bucky growled, his voice rough with lust. "Taking me so well, like you were made for minotaur cock."

You moaned in response, beyond words as the pleasure built within you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, sparks of ecstasy shooting through your body with each powerful thrust.

Your entire world narrowed down to the sensations Bucky was eliciting from your body. The stretch and fullness of his massive cock, the bruising grip of his hands on your hips, the coarse fur of his lower body rubbing against your thighs - it was all overwhelming in its intensity.

Bucky's pace increased, his thrusts becoming more frantic. You could feel the tension building in your core, a coiling pressure that threatened to snap at any moment. Your bound arms gave out, and you collapsed onto your chest, face pressed into the silken sheets as Bucky continued to pound into you from behind.

Bucky leaned over you, his massive chest pressing against your back. The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, his musky scent filling your nostrils. You felt small and fragile beneath him, completely at his mercy.

"That's it, little lamb," Bucky growled in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "Take every inch of me. You're mine now, and I'm going to fill you up."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your inner walls clench around his massive length. The added pressure seemed to drive Bucky wild. He reared back, gripping your hips once more as he started to rut into you with renewed vigor.

"Fuck," he growled. "So tight. So perfect. Gonna fill you up, breed you full of my seed."

The primal nature of his words should have frightened you, but instead, they sent a thrill of arousal through your body. Your mind was hazy with pleasure, rational thought long since abandoned. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensations Bucky was eliciting from your body.

Bucky's thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he neared his peak. One of his large hands snaked around your body, thick fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, the added stimulation pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me, little lamb," he growled, his voice strained. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

His words and the relentless stimulation of your clit were too much. With a keening cry, you tumbled over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your inner walls clamped down on Bucky's massive length, pulsing and squeezing as your body shook with release.

Bucky roared as your climax triggered his own. He slammed into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he began to pump you full of his cum. You could feel the hot spurts deep inside you, seeming endless as he continued to grind his hips against yours. His massive body shuddered above you, his grip on your hips tightening to a painful degree.

As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, you became acutely aware of just how much of Bucky's seed was filling you. The sheer volume was overwhelming, and you could feel it starting to leak out around his still-hard cock, dripping down your thighs.

Bucky remained buried inside you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. One of his large hands stroked down your spine, almost soothingly. "Good girl," he murmured.

Bucky's large body draped over yours, pushing you flat against the mattress, his chest heaving against your back as he caught his breath. The weight of him should have been crushing, but somehow it felt right, like a heavy blanket of security enveloping you. His cock remained buried deep inside you, still twitching slightly with aftershocks.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky slowly lifted himself off you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. You whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and bereft. The overflow of his seed dripped out freely now, and you gasped when his tongue quickly lapped at your mixed spend.

He chuckled, then drew away. “I’ll draw us a bath, and then feed you before putting you to sleep tonight,” he said. And before he walked away, he rolled you on your side, reached for his discarded knife, and released your arms.

You winced and began to rub at your arms. You wanted to sit up, but your body was too spent.

He leaned down over your shoulder and pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to your temple. “I’ll always take care of you, little lamb,” he vowed - and you still didn’t know yet whether to deem it as a threat or a promise.

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[cillianmurphysdimples]

A female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Party Twenty Seven)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Twenty Seven: Y/N and Cillian have an unsettled night. Both tired and tense, little things aren't so little in their small hotel room. Facing a day on poor sleep, anxieties and tempers are a little frayed. [Anxiety themes. Adult conversations]

@strangeions @watermeezer @meadowshelby @lavender-haze-01 @cherry-cilly @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @borntodiemp3

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You groan as you're dragged from sleep, annoyed when your hard achieved slumber is destroyed after hours of tossing and turning by the noises of Cillian fumbling around and string of curses that would have been comical if it were not three am and you hadn't only been asleep for an hour. “Fuck sake, Cillian,” you huff.

“I'm after nearly breaking my fucking ankle on the runners you left by the bathroom door, and all ye have for me is ’fuck sake, Cillian’?” he hisses at you. The room is almost pitch black, what small illumination there is comes from a streetlight behind the curtains and it isn't significant. “Nearly fucking pissed myself just trying to get into the fucking toilet.” he tutted.

“If you weren't waking up in the middle of the to go, like a seventy year old with prostate issues, then you wouldn't be waking me up after a single fucking hour of sleep.” You match his tired annoyance. “Or maybe if you weren't sinking bottles this evening…” you dig at him as you turn over, your back to him as he gets back into the bed. He sits on the side for a moment, and you can feel his eyes burning into your back. You know there was no need for your comment, and you know a simple ‘sorry I left my shoes there' would have been enough, but you're exhausted, and now you're awake you feel sickly, and he'd woken you up!

“Sinking bottles?” He snaps at you, “Two fucking beers when you were after telling me you're pregnant? Fuck off, Y/N. How about you don't leave your fucking shit at your arse, and put your shoes somewhere other than the middle of the fucking floor.” He threw himself down against the mattress and as he moves, his backside collides with yours and you smirk at him giving you his back in his mood. You decide there and then that he's as childish as you are, if not worse.

You try to settle your annoyance and calm yourself to return to sleep, but now you're awake you need a pee, and your mouth is dry, and you kind of wish he'd turn around and spoon you, cuddling you so you can fall asleep with his arms, and his heartbeat, and his signing little breaths. But you're annoyed at him, and he can fuck off if he thinks you're going to apologise, and he can also fuck off if he thinks he's getting a blowjob in the morning (not that he was even aware thar you'd thought about it for a split second earlier that night), and he can further fuck off if he thinks he's ever touching you again because all you want to do is fucking sleep! You sigh and turn over onto your back, then turn your head towards him. You're able to make out his shape beneath the covers and the back of his silvery head. He feels far away, and your annoyance begins to seep from your body, replaced by the urge to hold him. You turn onto your side and shuffle close, pushing yourself up behind him, and wrap your arm around his waist. You move your hand until you find the hem of his shirt, then slide your hand underneath and rest your hand against the skin of his abdomen, moving your fingers in the trail of dark hair beneath his belly button. You push your face into his back, between his shoulders, and sigh as you inhale the smell of his skin and clothes, and close your eyes. “I'm sorry.” You whisper into his shoulders. “You should be able to pee without breaking bones.” You feel his tummy muscles tighten for a moment beneath your hand as he scoffs a small laugh.

“I've to wake up in a couple of hours for work - go to sleep.” He says, and he's calm and sleepy, and the contempt has gone. He hasn't apologised for snapping at you, but you're breathing him in and he's warm and you're willing to concede that you're the problem this time. But to yourself - not to him. He shifts slightly and he reached his arm back and rests his hand against your hip for a moment before drawing it back again. Was that his sorry? It'll do.

You sigh contentedly as you keep your body close behind his, and you will sleep to return. You can hear and feel when his breathing changes as he falls asleep, and you envy him. You keep your hand on his belly and try to breathe steadily like he is, wondering if it'll relax you and put you to sleep, but after ten minutes you just feel a little breathless and you're still wide awake. You reluctantly decide to leave him be and move slowly away from his body. You turn back to your side of the bed before sitting on the edge. You get up and walk slowly and carefully to the bathroom, and shut yourself inside before you turn on the light, worried that the flood of it into the room might wake him again. When you emerge, you ensure the light is off before you pull the door fully open, and frown when you realise he's awake. “Cill?” You whisper into the dark.

“Flushing that toilet makes a fucking racket in here,” he croaks. “Not your fault,” he adds, though it's distorted as his jaw drags down in a sharp yawn. He groans as his mouth snaps shut again. “What time is it?” He asks, despite his phone being very much within his reach and his watch on his wrist.

“Nearly four,” you say quietly, looking at your own watch.

“Fuck sake,” he grumbles. “Well, will we shag like rabbits?” He says, absolutely not serious at all, and he sits up, legs over the side of the bed, and reaches out to the locker beside his pillow to flick on the lamp. A soft white light bathes the room and you blink to adjust your eyes.

“Want tea?” You offer, mostly for something to say. He shakes his head as his left hand scratches against the back of it, and he yawns once again. He looks fed up, and tired, and he keeps pursing his lips and you know his brain is full of many things. “Hug?”

He pushes up his bottom lip as he looks at you, and his eyes have a soft smile to them even if his lips don't. “I always want a hug,” he says, still grumbly, and he opens out his arms as you walk towards him. You stand between his knees and hug his head against your bust. His arms are tight around your back, and he hums - grumbly but contented - as you run the nails of your left hand back and forth across the back of his head, through the more tightly cropped section of his hair. Evidently, it feels good. After a minute, he laughs and tips his head back. His chin rests between your boobs and he raises his eyebrows high. There's a cheeky glint and an almost smile. “So are we riding or wha’?”

You tut and swipe the back of his head where your hand rests. “No.”

He forces a comical pout, “Ah, you're no fun.” He smirks, and adjusts his head again so that he is resting his right cheek on your right breast. “I can already tell I'm gonna be in foul humour all day,” he sighs. “You'll come again today, yeah?”

“I think it's too distracting. Especially now, knowing… you've not slept properly, you're stressed, you've a job to do. It'd be better if I wasn't there. You need to focus, love.” You say gently, “What time are you on set this morning?”

“Nine,” he says, yawning again. He taps his hand against your back and it's the silent calling time on the hug he always does. He sits back and looks at you. “You'll have to get in touch with the doctors when we're home.” He says and sits forwards again, one hand held out to rest against your stomach. He places it just below your belly button, over your shirt, and twists his lips. “Make sure everything's alright, like.”

“Why wouldn't it be alright?” You frown, a little bemused.

“Jays, there's a whole load of things that can go wrong, and sure some don't even…” he stops abruptly, and then he looks up at you, looking very guilty. “Ah, no, Y/N. Everything will be grand.” He insists quickly.

“Why would you say something like that?” Your frown deepens. “Is that why you're being so fucking calm about all this? Got your fingers crossed that something goes wrong?”

He looks genuinely shocked at your words, “Hey, no, of course not.” He says, and take this hand away from your abdomen. “Absolutely not, Y/N.”

“Well you're pretty fucking chill considering your speeches recently, Cillian. And why would you say something like that, just now? Why would you even be thinking about it? This is supposed to be a happy fucking thing.” You can't keep your tone from being sharp, but you do well not to shout. You shake your head as he looks back at you, a little dumbfounded admittedly. “I can't believe you.” You sigh.

“Jesus, if I'd have lost the head of meself, I'd have been a prick. Telling you I'm not unhappy but I'm scared apparently also means I'm a fucking prick. I can't win!” He pushes himself off the bed and stands before you. “It was a throwaway comment, I didn't mean to frighten you. And I am not hoping for something to go wrong here, that's be terrible, Y/N.” He sighs and you watch his cheek push out as he runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth. “I didn't mean to scare you, but things can happen, you do understand that? Maybe it isn't a bad thing to be prepared that you mightn't like something you could hear.”

“Like?” You push. “You mean like disabilities? I wouldn't terminate a child for….I don't know, Down's Syndrome, or limb differences, Cillian. Not a chance.” You tell him, your face firm and your tone even firmer. “Is this your way of telling me you would?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “Jesus, all I said is things can happen. And I shouldn't have. I didn't think or say anything else, I didn't secretly fucking mean anything else.” He sounds pissed off, actually, and you want to punch him on the nose. He walks away from you and digs around by the dresser at the far end of the room. When he turns around, he has his jacket over his arm and his cigarettes and lighter in his hand. “I'm going for a smoke.”

“Cillian!” You call out as he approaches the door. He stuffs his bare feet into the trainers he had left there and throws his jacket on over his pyjamas. “You childish little shit.” You shake your head, laughing sarcastically, as he drags open the door and disappears out into the hotel corridor. “Prick!” You bellow, knowing full well he could hear you out there.

[imconfusedbutok]

Sigh the Sonic brain rot is taking over…. Heres some thoughts I have for a swapped version of shadow and Maria where she’s the one that survives

Just imagine a shadow that claims he can never die, nothing can hurt him and he’s reassuring a crying Maria that he’ll come back for her

GUN agents are pounding on the door they locked and Maria is begging, *pleading* with Shadow to please, please just go with her they can both be safe together she doesn’t want him to die

A sad smile from shadow and his reassuring words sooth her. But only a little

A shove so hard it snaps her arm is what she gets the second GUN breaks down that door. She slams into the glass wall, gasping in pain and falling to the ground.

Before she knows it the glass is closing around her and Shadow is slamming his fist onto the button

Her poor 12 year old brain can’t take it, she barely recognizes what’s happening as GUN starts shooting at shadow

But she can see the blood as it hits the glass of her escape pod and she can see his body get jerked around by dozens of bullets before it falls to the ground, stiff and lifeless

She suffers from severe PTSD, of course she does. Nightmares and a strong fear of tight spaces. She can no longer stand the sight of blood and is suddenly very, very afraid of the dark

Imagine a Maria so heartbroken that humanity could do this. Kill her only family. They killed Shadow, an innocent being, right in front of her eyes and she couldn’t do anything about it

Her arm never heals back right and serves as a reminder of the trauma she faced. She never wants it to heal back properly which leads to her breaking her arm herself because it’s the last way he touched her

She begins to wonder. Is this worth it? Is humanity worth it? Was anything worth it?

Is humanity worth saving?

Imagine a Maria turned cold. 19 hear old blonde girl with eyes as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean and a heart colder than space itself

A Maria that is set out to destroy humanity. A Maria that had everything taken from her by the people she trusted most and now she can never forgive them

She sees Sonic and freezes. She can’t see his colours the first time she sees him— he’s blocked out by a bright light from behind him and all of a sudden everything comes rushing back to her

So she tries to kill the faker because she can’t bear to lose herself again

Sigh…. I love shadow and Maria… the babies… the children…

[necarion]

I've never quite understood why Avatar didn't have more cultural staying power. I recently went and rewatched it when it came back to theaters, and it was as amazing as I'd remembered it. The plot remained kinda dumb, but way less so than I'd remembered given the fucking endless discourse on the subject. The white savior narrative was still slightly fucked up. But, again, compared to the shit coming out of Marvel or DC, it wasn't anything to write home about. Really, it was like every single plot point was nitpicked to death, in a standard basically no other contemporary film was.

@jadagul pointed out once that he had been judging the story of Avatar on a "real movie" curve, when really it should have been considered on a "superhero movie" curve. Like, seriously, is it any dumber or more poorly written than like 2/3 of the Marvel movies in that same time period?

I think there were a couple problems here. One was that there was this really surprising anti-Cameron group that was already declaring the movie to be a failure before it came out. It was going to be environmentalist propaganda (kinda true). Or it was going to be a "chick flick" like Titanic. There was still a sizeable contingent of people who seemed to be mad at themselves for liking Titanic, despite there being a romance with Leonardo DiCaprio in it. James Cameron had made a whole bunch of amazing movies that everybody loved, but his last one had been 12 years ago, and there had been a backlash to the fact that it was as popular as it was, so many of the folks who you'd have expected to be fervent fans of the guy who made Aliens or Terminator 2 just weren't defending it.

So, the tone of discourse for the movie was "this movie is visually spectacular" and "also kinda dumb". But the community for "kinda dumb" was insanely vocal, and I remember feeling intensely peer-pressured to admit that it was "dances with smurfs" or whatever. Liking it was actually kind of uncool, even among the nerds I went to school with (even though almost everybody came out of the theater in awe). And part of the problem was, indeed, that the movie was kind of dumb. So you couldn't really defend it on those grounds, and there wasn't a pre-built constituency of Cameron fans. (For comparison, there were (and still are) rabid defenders of Snyder's much dumber, and much more offensive movies.)

So there's this dynamic already pushing the tone of coverage against the films.

But combine that with the fact that the story was basically entirely serviceable for what it was trying to do, but nothing particularly interesting to discuss. I've seen much more interesting stories, and also far worse ones, that people love to talk about. So the only thing you can really say about it is "yeah, the movie was awesome" and "holy shit this was the most beautiful movie I've ever seen.

And then you take it home and watch it on your 2D screen and it's...kind of flat and lifeless. It lost an astounding amount in that transition. So there's the DVD sales gone. Avatar was basically the leading reason in the push for 3D TVs, but those just weren't ready for primetime.

And then comes the 3D movie mini-explosion, and these mostly fell flat. Avatar had worked as well as it had because Cameron planned for it to be in 3D from the very beginning, and pushed the technology as hard as it would go. In comparison, 3D up-conversion was neat, but it really wasn't using the technology as anything other than a way to sell more expensive tickets. And this got blamed on Avatar.

And then Cameron doesn't release anything else in the Avatar universe for over a decade, so there's nothing to build on. We heard all the jokes of Avatar 2-5 (or whatever) but there wasn't really anything. Not even any bad stories that could re-ignite investment in that world.

So, through a combination of

having a story that was well-suited to show what Cameron wanted,

that was kind of dumb,

with nobody who really wanted to defend the story because it was boring and kind of dumb

a very vocal cadre of anti-Cameron fans

and then no follow-ups for over a decade

then yeah, it makes sense that not a lot of people talked about Avatar.

Of course, then Cameron decides to finally release Avatar 2, and it's way dumber. He went all-in making it a magical alien planet documentary, and seemed to totally forget to, like, have someone read through that godawful, boring script. Maybe that validates what folks have been saying about Avatar 1, but that standard can be used to invalidate a whole lot of solid films by a lot of solid directors. I think the lesson is that auteur film directors should have a competent writer on-hand who they actually listen to, and who will tell them know. But we've known that for forever.

I know very little about this film except the trans subject matter, and that it has truly appalling songs, but it's hilarious it has all those Oscar nominations when it is this disliked by the audience of the country in which it is set, and is guaranteed to be forgotten by everyone a year from now.

It made me think of that "gay, black" film Moonlight, that won Best Picture 9 years ago, and how I haven't heard a single person mention it online or offline since that year. I even had to look up "best picture winners" on Wikipedia to remember the name. But according to the academy, that was the greatest motion picture of its time. Entirely forgotten today.

Whereas, if I go back through the list another decade, there are films like The Departed and No Country For Old Men winning that award, that millions of people still love and esteem and regularly talk about and recommend to others.

Another decade earlier, it's The Silence of The Lambs, Unforgiven, Schindler's List, Forrest Gump, Braveheart, The English Patient and Titanic - again: films literally everyone still know and love today, 30 years on.

The Oscars used to be a benchmark for timeless excellence in the cinematic arts, but now The Oscars are just a measuring stick for how far Hollywood has fallen into virtue signaling, ideological propaganda, incompetence and mediocrity.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - Fuel

Wolfstar, February 3, word count 459

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One year previously 

His parents left him blessedly alone for the next few weeks while his scratched face healed. During that time, he’d nipped out and purchased a new phone and had been texting and phoning Barty ever since. 

“You absolute fucking wanker!” Barty shot down the phone. “Do you really think Reggie would have wanted you to turn into their puppet because of him?! He would kick your arse so hard if he ever found out you’d done that because of what he did.” Barty had to clear his throat as his emotions bubbled to the surface. “Seriously, Sirius, don’t be such a stupid twat, and I say that with love,” Barty was blunt, but Sirius felt the protective barrier he’d wrapped himself in since Regulus had died begin to crack. Barty was right if he kept punishing himself like he was and letting his parents dictate his every move, he was going to end up like Regulus or worse. 

“Alright, Barty, I get it, you can stop calling me names. I’ll stop, I promise.” Sirius felt a flood of relief flood over him. He’d needed someone to paint out how dumb he’d been. Walburga had used his grief against him, and he’d fallen straight back into his old patterns, letting his mother walk all over him. 

“He was so proud of you for getting out,” Barty told him, his voice quiet for the first time in their conversation. “He was going to get out, you know.” Barty went silent, only the sound of his breath crackling over the speaker let Sirius know he was still there. Sirius was shocked by this information. He’d never thought Regulus would leave. “He- he went to tell your parents and then and then when I came home to celebrate with him. That’s when I found him, Sirius,” Barty spoke in barely a whisper. Sirius dropped the phone. It was his mother’s fault. He knew it. She’d said something to Regulus, so he felt he had no other choice. It took him all of ten seconds to figure out what it had been. She’d threatened Barty and Regulus had felt helpless to stop her.

A message pinged on his phone. He picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor and saw an email from his mother had come through. 

‘Sirius, you are expected at an event tonight to announce the charity we opened in your brother's name.’

The message threw fuel on the fire inside him that was already blazing from his revelation about Regulus’s untimely death. The charity would be a front for networking between his father's associates and other simpering idiots who wished to join the businesses. 

“Barty,” He said into the phone. “I need your help.” 

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