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dearhargrove · 8 months ago

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Please pls pls write for Eddie Diaz🥺

Sleepover

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary You're on the way to pick up your son, Liam, but it's hard to get him to go home when he's begging to sleepover at his new friends house. Turns out you don't mind as much when you met said kid and his dad.

word count 995

tags fluff, reader simping over Eddie, kind of open ending

a/n I got this idea randomly so I hope you like this <3

part two

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“Liam!” You call out when you spot your eight year old son busy playing with another kid. Usually whenever he heard you he'd come running; with every year he turns older you expect his clinging to reduce but it never does. Not like you mind, he may be eight now but he's still your baby.

But today he just glances and waves before continuing to giggle and talk with his new friend.

You're surprised as he usually never stuck with one kid, most of the time he'd even stay by himself. It worried you, even when you figured he just preferred to be by himself and did it by choice and not because he was left out.

One of the teachers at the side shrugs with a smile after seeing Liam and his new friend.

You approach them and put a hand on Liams back before bending down and kissing the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. Did you make a new friend?”

He grins and nods eagerly, “Chris! We've been playing all day. He's my best friend!” You chuckle at the eager introduction and wave at Chris, who looked almost shy if not for the cute grin.

“Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Chris.” He politely holds out his hand, “It's nice to meet you too, ma'am.” He says quietly and slowly. You melt on the spot and gently shake his hand.

Your son stands up quick enough to knock the top of his head into your chin, leaving you to grunt in pain as he excitedly bounces in his spot. “I have to sleepover at Chris' house!”

Your eyebrows raise as the two boys continue making plans about tonight. You don't want to be the killjoy but for one you had never met the other parents nor had they met you. Otherwise you would've easily agreed; you were just happy Liam had finally made a friend.

“Alright, boys, I'm afraid this won't work out… We don't even know if Chris parents are going to agree,” you say and pointedly look at your son who's about to pout (you couldn't resist him and you would not let him make you feel bad about making a reasonable decision).

“My dad will say yes. He always says yes.” Chris says seriously and pushes his glasses up with his index. You smile as both of them look at you with equally big, pleading eyes.

“I will say yes to what?”

You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you turn around because whose voice is that sexy? You'd never heard anyone talking that attractive.

And surely when you look at him you basically faint. Brown hair that seemed to be a grown out buzz cut, brown eyes and white teeth with a grin that makes your heart actually stop for a second.

“Sleepover!” Liam yells and then turns shy when the man looks at him with a smile that should be illegal to look that good. “A sleepover? That sounds exciting.” He gets even more attractive in your eyes when he leans over and kisses Chris’ head in greeting. So he was great with kids too? Wow.

He then fixes his gaze on you and you do everything in your power not to fluster as he rakes his eyes over you and back up to look right into yours. “Hey, I'm Eddie. Chris is my son.” He extends his hand and you shake it before remembering to introduce yourself as well.

He smiles at you through it and if it wasn't for Liam gently clinging to your hand as he and Chris watch you and Eddie talk you'd have actually lost it.

“So these two want to have a sleepover?” The boys both yell in agreement and you laugh, shushing your son a bit. Eddie looks at you with a questioning look and you shrug your shoulders. He had something trustful about him and with the way he acted with both the kids he already checked a few boxes.

But still, this was your son and you wouldn't leave him overnight with - practically - a stranger.

“My dad is a firefighter, he will protect us.” Chris mentions and you look at Eddie in surprise. He chuckles a bit bashfully but nods, “I'm with the 118.” You hum in recognition, “I work at the dispatch center.” He looks surprised now and you chuckle as he comments, “That's a coincidence.”

After that conversation flows easy and after probably fifteen minutes is Liam who pulls your sleeve with an impatient pout. You coo and pick him up with ease, letting him wrap his arms around your neck as he sleepily rests against you.

“Chris is clingy too, I feel like I shouldn't be indulging him so much, but…” Eddie starts and you see him ruffling Chris’ hair with a fond look as the boy looks at his dad with pure adoration.

“It's hard to resist. Yeah, same here.” You hum and both of you laugh a bit.

The teacher takes note of both the kids being picked up and you start walking to the parking lot after getting the backpacks. Chris is on crutches you note and slow your steps for him to comfortably keep up.

“Sleepover?” Liam asks again after - you were quite sure - a nap. Eddie tilts his head and looks at you, giving you the chance to decide.

Wow. So far he's more than just a green flag.

“How about we do a few meet ups first?” You suggest and both boys groan but ultimately agree.

Eddie nods and after letting Chris into the car he turns back to you and holds out his phone with a small smile, “Just so we can, you know, organize their play dates.”

Your heart actually stops for a second before resuming twice as fast and you take his phone to put your contact in.

“I'll see you around.” You smile and wave, Eddie grinning too as he waves and gets in the car.

#911 fanfic #911 show #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #Eddie Diaz fanfic #ryan guzman

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purplesoulcollection · 19 days ago

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Met three times and fell in love once

Let me write my story first before i do the request!

Our first meeting took place in the dungeon, where he had ventured illegally. His rank was too low for such a place, and he lacked a higher-ranked companion.

I was there to hunt monsters and collect their cores. When I spotted him amidst a heap of monster corpses, I felt a mix of alertness and fear. The sheer number of defeated creatures was overwhelming.

Even though the monsters he had taken down were of a lower level, they were known for their incredible speed and tendency to attack in groups, making them quite challenging to defeat.

He seemed to sense my presence without me needing to announce myself. I figured that hunters develop a sixth sense in dungeons, where danger can lurk around any corner.

If they fail to hone that instinct, survival becomes nearly impossible. "Who are you? Are you here to steal my spoils?" I questioned him, my sword aimed at him, my heart racing with anxiety.

Should I engage him? His presence felt threatening. What if he was stronger than me? Would I stand a chance in a fight? Could we not just pass each other peacefully? I regretted my boldness, fearing that if I provoked him, he might retaliate. I still wanted to live...

I was surprised to find that, contrary to my expectations of him being easily provoked due to his strength, he simply waved his hand, signaling that he had no intention of attacking me.

I narrowed my eyes, scanning for any hidden weapons or suspicious movements, ready for a potential strike if I let my guard down.

Despite my vigilance, I eventually decided to sheathe my sword.

My palms were sweaty, so I wiped them before finally asking him,

"Who are you? I thought I was the only one allowed in here today?"

If he was trespassing in this dungeon, I would need to report him to the guild once I left. The rest was not my concern; I didn’t want to get involved in minor issues.

"I'm Suho. I couldn't enter here with permission because my rank is too low, but I needed to get stronger, so I snuck in," he replied with a smile. Even though his mask obscured his mouth, I could see the warmth in his eyes.

The mask was stylish and covered part of his face, but even with it on, Suho had a strikingly handsome appearance, and the mask only seemed to enhance his features.

After a moment of taking in his figure, I cleared my throat to gather my thoughts.

"Rankings are meant to protect people by categorizing them, ensuring they don’t enter dungeons beyond their capabilities. If you’re truly strong, why not just retest?" I asked, puzzled.

In this world, rankings are established from birth, but I believe that with continuous training, one can surpass their initial limitations. He looked strong enough to intimidate me, so it didn’t make sense that his rank was so low.

Why doesn’t he just retest if he’s confident he can take on stronger monsters? The world and the government would surely welcome more powerful individuals teaming up to eliminate the monsters emerging from the dungeon.

Yet, he never responded to my question. He just opened his mouth like a fish, making no sound, until he finally closed it and gave a wry smile.

"I have my own reasons…"

When he said that, I could sense a hint of sadness in his voice. It seemed that this man named Suho was carrying a burden of unexpressed sorrow.

Hearing his tone and seeing his expression stirred my sympathy, but I could only look away and say, "Whatever your reasons are, Suho, I have to report you to the government for entering a dungeon that’s beyond your rank, as it’s my duty as a level A hunter."

"Are you a level A hunter?" Instead of showing fear about my report, he focused on something I hadn’t anticipated.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. Could I just hit him once to get him to act as I expected?

"Are you asking that to insult or compliment me?" My eyes stared intently at him. My hand was ready to punch the man who dared to be rude to me.

I have had many experiences where people ridicule me that my characteristics are not suitable to be a level A hunter. Of course in the end I beat up the person who said that but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear even though I'm more patient now.

"Of course, I’m complimenting you, Senior." He said that with amuse voice, looks genuine in my ear.

I found it amusing when he called me senior and was about to argue back when we both sensed an enemy approaching us.

We both got ourselves ready and switched to high alert. I drew my sword, scanning the surroundings carefully.

The silence around me felt unnaturally heavy, as if an unseen enemy was lurking, poised to strike at any moment. It was that unsettling quiet that often precedes a storm, a clear warning of impending danger.

To be honest, moments like this always make me anxious, even though I should be accustomed to them by now. With someone like Suho around, I can't quite gauge his true strength.

I've witnessed him standing over a heap of bodies, but that doesn't necessarily prove he can take on monsters.

Do I need to look out for him too, just in case he can't fend for himself while sneaking into the dungeon?

When the lurking monster finally lunged at us, both Suho and I responded swiftly to its attack.

Together, we managed to take down the foe, and I realized that Suho is quite capable after all.

He has the ability to summon shadow beasts that obey his commands. These shadow creatures resemble weak monsters that novice hunters typically defeat.

Does this imply that Suho was the one who hunted them before they became his summoned beasts?

I noticed that Suho didn’t solely depend on his summoned creatures. He also engaged in combat himself, whether wielding a sword or using his fists.

What a versatile fighting style, though not overly specialized. Perhaps he simply fights based on his instincts.

After we finished off the monsters, I was impressed by Suho's promising skills. He has the potential to grow stronger, but if I reported him now, he would end up in prison.

"Suho!"

He turned to face me. I gave his hand a pat since I couldn't reach his shoulder.

"I won’t report you because you might end up being stronger than me. Just remember to repay me later!" I called out to him as I walked away. I didn’t catch his reaction because I was feeling a bit lazy.

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I ran into Suho again as I stepped into the dungeon, where hunters emerged, visibly shaken. They confessed that a horrifying monster had been tormenting them before someone came to their rescue.

I had been dispatched to the dungeon as backup. While I may not be an S-level hunter, I was the only one left who had the strength to call for help.

S-level hunters were preoccupied with tracking down rare monsters, and their numbers were limited. Regardless, an A-level hunter should be capable enough to save the day.

I hurried into the dungeon, following the witnesses' descriptions of the fearsome creature, only to find Suho cornered and battling the monster.

Just as the monster was about to strike him, I sprang into action without a second thought.

Both the monster and Suho turned their attention to me as I launched my attack.

The creature leaped back, while Suho glanced at me, surprised.

"Are you okay?" I asked, quickly assessing Suho's condition. He had no visible bleeding wounds, just some bruises, which meant he was alright.

"If you're fine, get out of here right now. I’ll take care of this," I instructed him before I charged at the monster.

However, despite my insistence on it being a monster, this creature could actually speak. It seemed more like a boss monster than an ordinary foe.

"You think you can defeat me? Don't kid yourself, weak human!" it shouted just before I struck.

But when i fighting it, Suho suddenly interrupted and he already transformed into a completely different person without my knowing and urging me to retreat.

I was taken aback by Suho's new appearance. Was he really going to tap into his other abilities to the extent of changing forms?

It felt like something out of a comic book…

Realizing that i should give the chance to the someone who needs enemies to gain experience, I chose to step back and observe their fight.

Wow, their clash was intense, building up to a moment where Suho finally emerged victorious. Out of nowhere, a shadow monster appeared and devoured the defeated creature.

I widened my eyes in surprise before cautiously approaching them.

"He's coming, Young Master," the shadow monster said, eyeing me with a defensive stance.

"Wait, your shadow monster can talk?" I asked, pointing at Suho's companion who look like a catfish and look intimidate me.

"His name is Beru, and he's an old friend of mine," Suho replied, gently petting Beru while I stood there in stunned silence.

"Why did Beru eat that monster? Was it tasty?" I asked him because i know it can speak.

"Beru needs to consume monsters to regain his strength and survive in this world," Suho explained, standing protectively by Beru's side.

Seeing seeing Suho so defensive about Beru made me finally give up on interacting with Beru.

"Then what brings you here? As a porter?" I looking at him curiously, is he a good boy now.

"Yes, a friend recommended me to become porter. But we actually encountered that monster along the way," he said, gesturing toward the defeated creature.

"Looks like now you obey the rules, Suho. Keep that way!"

"Why you're here, Senior?"

"I'm here to back up someone who rescued a hunter from a wicked monster. Who would have guessed that the hero in this story is actually you, Suho?" I couldn't help but chuckle, and Suho just blushed and turned his gaze away.

"Quit teasing me, senior," he said shyly, covering his mouth where his mask didn't cover. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual mask.

"Then stop calling me senior. I'm not that much older than you, Suho."

Honestly, I’m not old enough to be called a senior. Young spirits are still very vibrant.

"So, what should I call you then?"

"Name."

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Honestly, it was a really intense moment, and I know it sounds a bit cliché. It reminded me of those dramas I usually steer clear of because they feel so predictable.

That’s essentially the crux of the drama.

At that time, the guild had chosen me to lead a team of hunters into the dungeon to search for valuable items to sell. Even if we stumbled upon treasure, I wouldn’t receive any commission for it.

At least the guild paired me with a capable representative, which made our journey relatively smooth.

That is, until we encountered a boss monster. It was furious and seemed intent on wiping us out.

This boss was tougher than the one Suho faced previously and, unfortunately, even stronger than I was.

Despite our attempts to surround it, the creature toyed with us as if we were mere playthings.

In that moment, I made the decision to evacuate my team, urging them to flee while I faced the monster alone.

"Run fast, I’ll hold it off," I commanded, trying to withstand the creature's onslaught.

"But chief, you’re only a level A hunter. We need a level S hunter," one of my team members protested.

"We don’t have the time to call for a level S hunter now. Someone has to stay back to contain it, and I’m the only one who can buy us even a moment. Go now!" Those were my final words that prompted my team to leave me behind with the beast.

"You’re the only one who wishes to meet your end at my hands." After a long silence, the boss monster finally spoke.

He allowed the others to leave me, clearly skilled at instilling despair in his opponents. I let out a harsh laugh, devoid of any real humor in this dire situation.

Inside, I felt an overwhelming emptiness. The ache in my heart was both hollow and painful.

I didn’t truly want to die—not today, especially when I stood to gain so much. But if I allowed too many to fall, the grieving families would curse me for my failure as a leader, even after I was gone is unbearable.

"Even if it means my end, will you join me?"

"If you're skilled, I will be by your side."

That was the last exchange we had before I swung my sword at him.

The battle, though brief, felt like an eternity as my injuries multiplied.

From minor scratches to a deep stab wound, I felt as if something was piercing through me.

I collapsed to the ground, the wound in my stomach numbed by adrenaline, yet I didn’t want to feel any pain.

I was still alive, but the weight of despair was crushing me.

Was this how I would meet my end, in such an uncomfortable manner?

If I had to go, I wished for a moment of happiness first…

As I began to mourn my fate, I found myself wishing to escape the impending attack that would soon claim my life. I bit my lip and closed my eyes tightly as a sign of surrender.

I never experienced the sharp pain or the loud noise that preceded the eerie silence, which finally prompted me to open my eyes out of sheer curiosity about what was unfolding.

With a heavy heart, I must admit that the sight of his back shielding me from the attack felt incredibly reassuring, tightening my breath and making my heart race.

Is this the perfect moment to say that love blossoms when you feel safe?

At that instant, he turned to face me. The concern in his eyes reminded me that I was still hurt and in need of care.

Suddenly, the wound in my stomach, which I had been trying to ignore, flared up again, and I yelled, "Suho, if you want to help me, take down that monster quickly before I pass out!"

After that, I could only be described as having fainted, as the pain became unbearable.

A stab wound to the stomach is not something one can endure for long while awake.

When I came to, I found Suho sitting beside me. Unlike typical scenes, he wasn’t asleep—perhaps it was still daylight.

"Are you awake, Name?"

"If I weren't, what would you do, Suho?"

"Name, I need to talk to you about something…"

Oh, Suho must be ready to confess his feelings now. I know my thoughts are running wild, but someone who has just fallen in love tends to be a bit impulsive.

"That monster is actually part of the itarim."

Instead of revealing his feelings, Suho took a trip down memory lane.

But maybe I’m getting too caught up in this by constantly facing Suho’s adversary.

At least let me enjoy falling in love in peace!

(P.S. He actually feels the same way, but that’s a story for another time…)

The End

#fanfic #x reader #manhwa #manhwa x reader #reader insert #gn reader #sung suho #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling #solo leveling ragnarok

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lolokouhm · 1 year ago

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You got Gojo Satoru wondering - and he might not be built for that.

Satoru is a person who doesn't really think twice before acting. He's used to being the strongest, the most powerful and hence, always right. But for the first time in a very long time, Satoru starts to wonder.

The beginnings are innocent, as they tend to be. Why are you so easy to talk to? He's had plenty of girls before, and none of them seemed to be able to hold conversation as well as you. Why are you so pretty? Your parents must have some crazy genes, both sides, to create a creature so insanely breathtaking. Why are you so bold? You were the one who made the first step and suggested this whole friends-with-benefits type of situation and that's why Satoru blames you. He's not used to thinking like that. That's too much for his pretty head to take.

Oh, and by the way, as we're on the subject of head - why are you so good at giving it? The way your sneaky little tongue plays with his tip almost gets him crying every fucking time. You should be illegal - and it gets even worse. Your gaze somehow always finds his and it doesn't even feel like you're looking at him. It's black magic. Maybe you are a curse user after all - your eyes do something to weaken him, being especially effective when poor Satoru is really trying his best not to come too soon. And so, he wonders. Do you want to kill him? Do you want him to drop dead, just like that?

In terms of dropping, Gojo is dropping to his knees, that's for sure. He'd drop everything actually, just to be able to open your legs and worship both you and the ground you're walking on, no matter where, no matter when. Your warmth gets him thinking. Why are your thighs so soft? He could sleep on them. he could live there - right there, in a sacred place, which no other men should ever have access to. A mere thought of that makes him angry, and that again, makes him wonder.

Is he jealous? But there were no rules, no talk of exclusivity. He thought he couldn't be jealous like that, especially when you didn't have anyone except him. At least that's how it was at first, but now he's not sure. He’s never asked. Satoru is thinking. Again. It feels uncomfortable, and the feeling intensifies as he reaches for his car keys. Maybe he shouldn’t be driving in this state? Normally he’d ask Geto, but the way his best friend stared at you during that party last weekend makes him grind his teeth. He didn't worry about it back then. So what changed? The way your body feels under his fingers? The way you smile, so sincerely that it feels unfair to have you in this universe? The way you moan his name and shake, when he...

’toru?’

Your voice brings him back. He looks at you, eyes wide open, confusion yet again written all over his face. Because even though he might be the honoured one, he's just a man. A man, who doesn't notice how his fingers unconsciously get tangled with yours every time he brings you on edge. A man, who doesn't understand why you make him feel not only like a horny teenager, but also a sad, lonely puppy every single time you leave his apartment, all happy and giddy for some inexplicable reason. A man, who simply doesn't get why his heart beats as if it's completely lost its rhythm in front of you, especially now, his six eyes scanning your surprised expression when you finally open the door.

Satoru wanted to say something, but doesn't know what now. Your lips are so distracting after all.

Guess he'll wonder for a little longer.

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str4ngr · 1 year ago

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𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 [ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 | 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 + 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 |

cw: suggestive, foul language, peeping tom esque behavior, dubious consent, slightly chubby reader not too detailed though, illegal work relations/abuse of power, fem!reader.

notes: a voyer is person who gains sexual arousal from watching others engage in sexual acts.

𝐓𝐖𝐎 offices, door to door, was quite useful in theory. never once was carrying paper to your boss, who sat only a door away, an inconvenience. of course, the both of you were more than friendly at this point, flirty smiles and giggles leaving your lipstick stained lips as your hips, fitted in a skirt tight enough to show your panty line, swayed seductively.

pantalone wasn't one to not play along either, in fact, he enjoyed it more than someone of his status should have. he enjoyed the way your hands smoothed over his fur coat, pouting every time he simply patted your head and ruffled your hair, cooing that he would be back soon.

apparently, "soon" was too soon. he sighed, the quiet hiss of the hydraulic door shutting behind him as his heavy shoes quickly came to a halt. an almost unheard noise peaked past the door separating your offices, the door slightly ajar, just enough to give you away,

"mm~ pantalone~!"

your voice cut through his mind like a blindingly sharp blade, he almost wanted to say something, slam that door open and take you right there. but gods, when he silently approached that door, seeing that perfect sight of your vulnerable little figure scrunched up onto your office chair, fingers deep inside of your cunt. you looked like a dream, his dreams.

it wasn't long before his belt was parted, his pants open and his hand working away at himself. blood spilled as his teeth sunk into the grinning flesh of his lips, heaving through his nose as he honed his eyes onto your pathetic figure. your thick legs hooked over the arm rests of the office chair, your panties shoved to the side, the fat of your bum blushing, your dripping cunt dripping onto the cushiony seat. his hand moved in time to your aggressive fingers, enjoying the way you whimpered his name. a knock came from your offices front door, and you quickly came to a stop, too ashamed to realize the man peeking through your door.

better luck next time, he supposed.

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the endings awkward asf i didn't know what to do. also do any of these ppl have last names?? also this DEFOOO has full fic potential

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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andy4yippee · 4 months ago

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Dark riddlebat fanfic the poll was about, thisll be a series that i hope ill finish :) not beta read..

Tastes like silver . (pt. 1)

BRUCE WAYNE X EDWARD NASHTON

CONTENT WARNINGS : illegal substance abuse, mentions of toxic relationships that are brief. Hallucinations and a PTSD mention.

Taglist For DC content (comment if youd like to be added.) : @cutesludge

The clock struck one.

Batman-- Bruce, sat at a circular table. along with superman, aquaman..you get the spiel. meeting.

staring.

staring at nobody, at a wall.

Bruce pushes his tounge between his two front teeth, his thumb tense rather than resting in the webspace between his index and thumb calmy.

Nashton. Edward.

Cocky bastard.

He'd always say things, have the last word. it was bothering. very. Bruce hated it, he hated him. He was quite the stuck up. He knew he would do it just to get on his ass, to annoy him. And,

he considered giving him away to the police.

multiple times. but, that wasnt a option.

Edward had been..meeting up with him. Nothing weird!

And, bruce.. He couldn't sleep. He didn't really have a reason, per say, but, Bruce couldn't fall asleep. physically, could not.

he usually had power naps. he did have power naps. 20, 30 minutes twice a day.

It wouldnt work anymore. he could not go to sleep. he was tired -- miserable.

So, he did the only normal thing.

Pay for drugs.

Yes, Batman. Bruce Wayne. Snorting Xanax. On a good day, just enough weed to knock him out. what a sight!!

And, bought from the Riddler, too.

It worked. Put him right to sleep, or..whatever you call that. he would either do it in his car, or in his bedroom. and god did he sleep! but woke up after,

sick,

sweating,

and,

gross.

Every time, Bruce said--

"This is my last one." as he unwrapped the pill from a tissue, shakingly placed it on his dashboard, crushed it with anything he could find,

snorted it,

and passed out in his car for hours.

But every time, he went back. the addiction- it was horrible, he wished he never got into it. He wished he put Riddler in jail when he found him.

But, they were both stuck. Bruce couldn't tell the police about Edward, Because, they'd find out he was doing drugs.

that would be quite the news headline. Bruce chuckled.

and, Edward couldn't tell the police, nevermind go near one.

But- taking the drug, it was noticeable.

Bruce wasn't as sharp. he wasn't as polite. Clark, one of his closest friends, saw obviously that he wasn't ok.

Alfred saw that he wasn't ok.

Selina saw.

Gordon saw.

Dick saw.

Everybody saw.

And he'd try to fake it, tried to pretend he wasn't drowsy.

pretend that his mouth wasn't always dry, pretend that he didn't have a horrible memory, pretend that he didn't have hammering headaches.

But god, was it hard. Bruce wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of it, honestly. And quite frankly, people were starting to notice so much they asked him about it.

“Bruce.”

“Bruce?”

He snapped out of his trance of staring at a particular, non busy spot on the floor.

“Yeah? Whats up?”

Clark stares back at him, frowning, breathing out before he talks. Hesitating.

“Whats, uh..whats wrong with you, bud?” He asked, hand holding up his head.

Bruce chuckled, looking around and acting surprised.

“You’re asking me that? Uh, whats up with..that girl? Right?” He pointed at a random woman on the street.

“She seems down.” He said, before realizing the pun he accidentally incorporated, laughing harder.

“Quite down..” clark mumbles, staring out the window, before getting back on track.

“Ok, seriously, talk to me.”

Bruce coughs.

“About what? The weather?? Y’know, it is quite nice out today, might have a cookout! So, how are—“

“Bruce.”

A hand grabs his wrist.

“Clark.” He clears his throat.

“We should talk.”

The clock strikes three.

“Bruce, what is wrong!?” Clark says, voice raising in volume.

It was just them in the meeting room, just them in the building. Clarks voice bounced off the walls of the room and leaked behind the doors, into the stairways.

“I dont know.” He mumbles aggressively. Clark had been trying to get him to talk, and ‘i dont know’ was the best, honest response yet.

“Bruce, you- you can talk to me! You haven’t even talked to Alfred about whatever’s going on.”

“You’ve talked to Alfred? About- about me?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Clark scoffs, bouncing off from leaning on the table.

“Bruce, somethings up, and i mean..i care for you, ok? Whats happening? I wont tell anybody.”

Bruce clears his throat.

“I just feel lost, i guess.”

“Why?”

“I feel like I’ve lost my life. Its seriously out of my grasp and control, and i always feel in control, so its stressing.”

“That makes sense, i get it.”

Bruce chuckled. He didnt get it. He usually felt insane pride, like he was better than everyone. But he lost that, he lost his sins.

His sins made him feel human.

Now, he felt more stupid than he ever could, as unimportant as you could be.

“Yeah..uhm, hey, hows the villain fighting? Riddlers still out there, right?”

Bruce paused.

“Yep. I hope we’ll find him soon.” Bruce looks at the window.

“Look at me.”

— what?

Bruce shivered.

“Look at me, bruce.”

Bruce looked at Clark, eyes wide,

“Yes?”

“Youre no good of a liar.”

“What?”

“Youre no good of a liar. Spend your lies on someone else.”

Bruces eyes filled with tears, his mouth quivering.

“Im not lying to you, clark?”

— bruce?

“Hey, look at me.”

“What?”

“Are you ok? Whats going on?” Clark was now closer to him, his hand rubbing bruces arm.

Bruce looked at clark, the shivers disappeared.

“Sorry. Uhm, must be some kinda flashback thing.” Bruce shrug.

“PTSD? You..i mean, yeah. Kinda looked like it. But dont they last longer?”

“I dunno. Uhm, hey..Y’know what? This helped. Im gonna catch the road, before the weather gets shitty.”

“Really? Uh, bruce-“

“Seeya.” Bruce smiles, waving as he walked down the stairway, getting out of the room quickly, leaving clark worried.

As bruce arrived home, The rain pelted down relentlessly on the streets of Gotham.

His shoulders slumped, opening the mansion door.

He dropped his things inside, didn’t bother to look in a mirror, and briefly said hi to alfred before opening the door again,

Going back to that car,

Parking it in a alleyway.

Again, and again.

But even in his sleep, he felt alone, and he felt like no one cared.

That plunge into darkness, it didn’t help him. And, he wasn’t so sure why he kept going back.

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princess-of-the-corner · 7 months ago

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And Yet More Random Fanfic Quotes!

: )

IcyThotPainRelief: Remember Zuku murder is illegal

Izuwu: Ur one to talk!

IcyThotPainRelief: Look if im not allowed to ruin my reputation neither are u! we either go down together or not at all bitch!

Mom-o: Hagakura! That is highly inappropriate! Even if he does sound like an unsavory individual, we still don’t know how Midoriya feels about the whole situation! So, it’s best not to assume his feelings on the subject.

Izuwu: Well he’s dead to me so technically u guys arnt wrong the bastered can rot in hell for all the heart ach he gave my mom!

Mom-o: Oh okay, carry on you guys.

SharkBoi: Am i gunna need to bail my boyfriend out of jail?

WeepingDarkness669: Thats only if he gets caught

Pikachu: Bold of u to assume our dear Kacchan knows anything about keeping things lowkey when it comes to acts of violence

Tired™: Dont be dragging me into u guys is shit! I was a happy little introvert chilling on my own until u guys showed up!

IcyThotPainRelief: U should of thought of that before spilling ur entire traumatic backstory within a 5 mile radius of Izuku “I will save people with the power of friendship” Midoriya

Izuwu: So as auntie Mitsuki is beating my dead-beat dad with her shoe and guess who decided to show up out ow fuckin nowhere?

Pikachu: The pizza delivery guy?

WeepingDarkness: Death itself?

DisneyPrincess: The cops?

AlienQween: *gestured with feeling* Aliens?

SugarDaddy: The League of Villains?

Hentai: Jesus fucking chist guys…

Izuwu: ALL MIGHT!!!

Izuwu: With like?? a bouquet of flowers?? and in a blazer?? Cuz like apparently hes going out with my mom??

IcyThotPainRelief: I FUSKING KNWE IT!!!

Izuwu: Still not his secret love child Sho!

Izuwu: So anyways All Might is there and is all like “what’s going on” and Kacchan goes “we’re beating up Deku’s shitty dad” then All Might said “wait he’s alive??”

DefyingGravity: Deku’s useless Y chromosome user: quit telling everyone im dead!

DefyingGravity: Us: sometimes i can still hear his voice

Izuwu: SO ANYWAYS

Izuwu: Auntie finally stops beating up my father because she too is really surprised to see All Might at our door step which now allows my sperm doner to finally be aware of his surroundings and he looks up at All Might and goes “who the hell are u and what do u want?” and then All Might looks this man dead in the eye and fuking goes “Im here to pick up ur wife we have dinner reservations!”

Izuwu: I THOUGHT WE WERW FRIENDS IIDA!!

Saaanic: We are and it is my job to tell you that your entire existence is being held together by sticky tape, a lot of prayer, and spite.

WAKEMEUPwakemeupinside: you ever think about how we define sandwichs by the inside of them not the outside

WAKEMEUPwakemeupinside: like you never say “oh i gotta wheat bread sandwich”

“You’re worth a hundred of them,” Todoroki said shortly.

“I disagree,” Iida said dryly. “A hundred of any of them would make poor company.”

LabSafety101: she’s surprisingly subdued rn, I actually convinced her to take a nap

Dadzawa: that’s because she worked for 72 hours straight with minimal caffeine

LabSafety101: hey chiyo

GrannyChiyo: if she’s already asleep I can’t do anything

LabSafety101: yeah but can you make sure she’s not about to die in her sleep

Yamadad: the boys made sure she ate, dw

LabSafety101: was it healthy?

Yamadad: idk but it was food!

UncleGun: I know for a fact that basically every kid in school at least knows half the common swear words

UncleGun: but it’s also really fun to say “dagnabbit”

“Alright. I didn’t ask you to get your hero costumes because today you will all be fighting Shinsou.”

The whole class raised their eyebrows. Shinsou tried his hardest not to scream inside though.

Because, what the fuck?

“Uh, sir. That doesn’t seem very fair,” Momo spoke up.

“Yes I know.” Aizawa nodded, “Also, none of you are allowed to use your quirks. Except him, obviously.”

“Why!” Bakugou shouted, “I wanna beat him nice and fair!”

Aizawa was not fazed. “You all know how Shinsou’s quirk works. Once you respond to him, he can make you do anything. That is all. Is that too hard for you?”

The class frowned. Was that a trick question?

Aizawa nodded, and made to sit down. Shinsou stopped him, speaking quietly, “I… I think you’re overestimating my power, here.”

Aizawa just scoffed, “I think you’re underestimating their stupidity.”

[…]

After five minutes, there were only three students in front of him. Kouda, because he didn’t talk anyway, Ojirou, because he had actually learned his lesson at the sports festival, and Sero, who had literally taped his mouth shut.

Aizawa walked towards them and stood next to Shinsou. The ones at the wall, looked at him in varying degrees, of shame and disbelief.

The teacher sighed, “All you had to do was not talk.” He shook his head at them, “That’s all you had to do.”

Pro Hero Hawks: So you’ll get to meet all kinds of heroes! Maybe even All Might!

Pro Hero Hawks: Yes, this is naked bribery.

“Young Midoriya is quite the hero fan, isn’t he?”

“He’s not just a fan, Yagi-san, he’s not just an air conditioner either: Midoriya-kun is an entire HVAC system.”

“Gentlemen, I am here, with some brand new handcuffs! Who would like to try them on first?”

Izuku, despite his professionalism as an analyst, despite his commitment to be a hero, still found that teenage urge to throw his head back and groan at the prospect of something that could be seen as a boring, pointless task. He fought the feeling down, self-control pinning it to the ground and discipline clubbing it with a half-brick in a sock before dragging it back into the depths of his mind, and then assumed a low stance.

Mirko’s kicks were well known for breaking bones.

Coincidentally, high schoolers tended to have bones.

I AM CACKLING I LOVE THIS

#submission

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riaarivic · 2 years ago

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HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment. Keep studying, stay away from drugs and if you are sensitive to this topic you better continue in the next chapter.

Love, Ria

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"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that, ooh."

Shipping Port, Incheon Bay, South Korea.

The cold wind whipped through the shipping dock, sending chills down the spines of those unfortunate enough to be present. Under the dim, flickering lights, Suga stood in the middle of the warehouse with a menacing aura.

It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop on the other side of the dock.

Everyone knew it was the calm right before the thunder.

You see, Kim Namjoon was raised to be Kim Dohan’s right hand. He took charge of all the business matters of the clans. Meeting with corrupt government officials, blackmailing the police chief and practically having most of Seoul’s most important CEO’s practically eating from his palm.

But Suga was not only the clan's trafficker.

He was his father’s shadow.

And shadows ruled the underworld.

Every thug, gangster, trafficker, hitman.

They all knew him.

They all feared him.

That is why today he was on a mission to find out who had betrayed The Clan.

As simple as that, the Leader wanted a name.

And revenge.

His father told the rest of his brothers that Suga he would be traveling with him to Russia to retrieve the gun shipment they recently lost. As if the situation wasn't absurd enough, there were whispers of the rival Chinese clan, the long-extinct "Jade Dragon.” was the one behind it.

Yes, in quotes.

Suga didn’t buy any of that bullshit.

That, and the fact that his father wanted to keep today’s mission a secret from his own brothers.

Well.

That told him his father was suspicious of something too.

The night from two days ago was far from ordinary. No one who valued their souls would ever try to cross the Seven Moons or the Devil himself: Kim Dohan. Nevertheless. A shipment that was supposed to contain an arsenal of illegal firearms had instead arrived filled with dirt.

And don’t forget the dragon head.

Made of gold and real jade.

A little too dramatic for Suga’s taste, if you asked him.

Everything around it was fucking suspicious.

All of Asia knew, Kim Dohan had personally made sure to wipe out the Jade Dragon twenty years ago, and Suga knew well enough that dead snakes couldn't bite.

That is why he was going to spend the night interrogating a shivering, terrified security worker who claimed to have seen something the night before the shipment arrived. The man's eyes darted around nervously, as if expecting to find a savior in the shadows. But the only thing the night held was darkness and the malevolent laughter of fate.

"I-I swear, I saw it, Mr. Kim!" the security worker stammered, his voice barely audible. "Your brother, he was there! Talking to three other men… They looked Korean, not Chinese!"

Suga raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to the trembling man. "My brother, you say. Isn't that interesting? I wonder which one of my six brothers could have been here" he said, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Tell me more about these 'Korean' men."

The security worker gulped, trying to recall the details as sweat pooled on his forehead. "W-well, they were all dressed in black, and they… they had this sinister air about them, like they were up to no good."

Suga laughed, the sound rich and full of mockery. "Oh, men in black with a sinister air? How very illuminating! Like they were up to no good. Did you hear gentlemen? Like anybody here is actually up to anything good" The rest of Suga’s men laughed with him. He leaned back and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing the light of a fire illuminating his scar. Making him look like a sadistic prince from hell. He walked closer as he studied the man before him. "You wouldn't happen to be leading me on a wild goose chase, would you?"

"N-no, sir!" the security worker squeaked, desperation etched on his face. "I swear, that's what I saw! And your brother, Mr. Kim there is no way I would not recognize him "

Suga sighed, rolling his eyes as if he were dealing with a particularly annoying child. "Fine, I believe you," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But if I find out that you're lying to me or leading me astray, just remember that I have a penchant for making people... disappear. So from now on, everything out of the ordinary that you see. You’ll report back to me. Do you understand?"

The security worker nodded frantically, sweat now pouring down his face. "Y-yes, sir! I understand!"

As Suga turned away, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. One of his brothers, conspiring with mysterious Korean men, and shipments full of dirt instead of guns.

Life was nothing if not a dark comedy.

And he was simply waiting for the punchline.

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Serendipity Club, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Park Jimin’s Club was Opulent.

Tonight serendipity is packed with more people than usual, it's not every day you see all so many of the young leaders in the same place and that was an event for the nightlife in Seoul.

To be able to meet one of them in a situation like this was a strike of good luck. But six in one place, it was almost a divine sight to meet those beautiful men all dressed in sharp designer suits, their hair perfectly styled. They are laughing and joking, clearly enjoying themselves. The VIP lounge of the club was filled with clansmen and bodyguards.

You were watching them from the other side of the glass door. In that moment you can feel the weight of the situation on your shoulders. You are here to gather information on the Seven Moons clan's activities in Seoul, and you know that any misstep could be deadly.

What happened last night with suga was Only that. A means to an end. Nothing more than you doing your job and collecting information.

You noticed that the six leaders were surrounded by more alcohol than a horde of twenty-something frat kids could consume and enough dope, courtesy of one of Suga’s shipments, to put them all in rehab.

Today the seven Moons were going to have fun.

They were going to celebrate the arrival of their heiress.

And what a way to welcome her to the clan.

In that private room there was enough money to pay for an entire college degree.

At Harvard.

About 30 times.

Or fund a small country.

Anything was possible for the Seven Moons.

From the giant window that adorned the room they could see what was going on below them on the dance floors. They were surrounded by more opulence than the mansion at Versailles, with huge crystal chandeliers and sculptures that cost a fortune. Leather sofas and mahogany tables. The walls are adorned with paintings and sculptures, all of which look like they were purchased at a high price.

Or stolen.

But everything was classy at Park Jimin's club.

Even the small trays where they served a fine white powder were made of gold, with the symbol of the clan.

Class and style.

People used to say that this was Mount Olympus and up there resided the Gods. But no commoner could see what went on inside their VIP room.mSomething that was quite convenient if you stopped to think about the kind of entertainment that went on from time to time behind those security gates.

Of course, also the occasional murder or torture. With prior permission from the owner and of course you had to swear Park Jimin you will not stain the new upholstery.

Normal stuff.

“Hey Hyung, let's serve another round of shots for everyone” exclaimed Jungkook over the sound of the music raising the bottle of Vodka towards Jhope, who smiled openly feeling the bubbly effect of one of his favorite pills.

“Shots for everyone!” shouted the older one, pouring some of the contents of the glasses he had just poured. The others toasted with them, it had been a long time since they had had fun together and the night was just beginning “So Park, what time will the show start?” Jin asked with one of the club owner's angels sitting right next to him.

“Hyung, please don't torture us with your dance steps today” Jimin joked and the eldest of the seven moons replied with a light punch on the shoulder.

“Easy boss, Jin-ssi's dance steps are my favorite” your attention is drawn to the woman sitting next to the oldest of the seven on the table. She is stunning, with long black hair and piercing eyes. She looks regal, like a queen holding court. You realized she was one of Park Jimin’s angels and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her, knowing that she is being used as a pawn in this dangerous game.

Her big cat eyes and sensual body were covered by her elegant black dress. Jade was a femme-fatale who loved the adrenaline rush of working for The Seven Moons.

Don’t be mistaken. Nothing was obscene in Park Jimin's club.

He was famous for never allowing any of the attendees to get rough with his angels, not even his own siblings.

Everyone followed the rules.

Unless they wanted to be beaten out of the club.

Or turned into a bloodstain on the marble floor.

That's why people literally killed themselves to work there, it wasn't just the money they made or the protection of the clan.

Park Jimin’s angels were independent, they could come and go as they pleased, they belonged to no one. Unlike other places where the women and men who worked in that world did not have the same luck.

Jimin knew that sincere loyalty was much better than fear. The angels were happy and so were their customers. The money kept flowing and so were the secrets. A job well done you could say.

“Shit, if she's an angel kill me now and I'll die a happy man” The comment from one of the clansmen at the next table made all the moons turn to look at you as you crossed the sea of bodyguards to make way to where they were sitting.

Your skin glowed under the Serendipity lights, your hair cascaded almost reaching your waist. All your curves and long legs could be seen to perfection thanks to how short the satin dress she was wearing was.

Versace, something very appropriate for a...

“Goddess, she's no angel," Namjoon's deep voice answered her before taking another sip of Whiskey without taking his eyes off her, "And she's completely out of reach for all of you... unless you want to lose the hand you're touching her with."

You mentally cursed Anya and Garam for convincing you to wear that piece of fabric that was called an excuse for a dress and left nothing to the imagination. You didn't even want to think about how much it had cost

Of course, an agent's salary would not allow you to pay for even one of the earrings you were wearing.

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“Today is your formal presentation in Seoul’s underworld. You can't go wearing these nun school rich girl dresses. Please” Anya had told you when they were still in the Boutique “Besides, Namjoon gave you his black credit card, let's call it retribution to justice”

“All for the sake of good and justice” You had sighed in surrender and the two women jumped up and down in celebration.

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“Welcome to my club, Miss Lee, if you want to have a good time in this boring city” Jimin greeted you with a kiss on her hand “This is your home” You noticed that the man had made different colored locks in his hair, if anyone else had tried it he would probably look ridiculous but for some reason he looked amazing.

Jungkook surprised you with a hug as he approached the table “Noona, you look very beautiful tonight” a mischievous gleam crossed the younger man's eyes “You must promise to dance with me first okay?”

“No, this is my club. Miss Nari Dances with me” Jimin opened his eyes, offended as he continued to argue with his brother.

“I'm sorry children, but I'm the eldest. It is a show of respect and tradition. I would be the first one to dance with Miss Lee.'' Jin interrupted both of them with a matter of fact tone. The three of them began to fight and laugh among themselves. At first you found the behavior of these mobsters, who were usually too serious and respectful, too strange.

But then you saw some little bags with colored pills on the table and raised an eyebrow.

Ah, ecstasy.

You noticed that Namjoon was still staring at you sitting with his arms outstretched on the couch rest “Nice dress, Lee Nari.” the penetrating gaze of the clan's second-in-command made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up “Can I invite you a drink?”

Smiling, you nodded “Pour me whatever you are drinking, Kim Namjoon” As you sat next to him you realized at that moment that they were going to ask you to try anything else on that table.

You can't help but think about the dangerous position you were in. Accepting to use drugs with the clan is a slippery slope that you know very well you shouldn't even consider. But you need to maintain my cover, and the pressure to fit in with the clan is intense.

So you had to play along, even if you knew it could go horribly wrong “Also, you can share with me whatever you are on right now”

“I didn't know you liked Molly, but I guess there is enough of that in the pretentious universities of America” Taehyun's turn to speak had been listening to you silently watching your every move, as usual.

“That's true, we like to have fun at pretentious colleges in America” you replied by dropping the pill on your tongue and shrugging your shoulders. You got up and took Namjoon’s hand to walk to the center of the dancefloor. With the other brothers joining you right behind.

As the music fills the room, you feel the heat of the Right Hand's body pressed against yours. You dance together, your bodies swaying in sync, but your mind is far from the moment.

Here 's the thing.

You knew perfectly well the dangerous game you were playing right now. Letting yourself loose when you knew perfectly well that every man in that room was heavily armed. You learned during your training back in the headquarters that this was a show of trust inside the Clans.

You had to play your part to perfection. Because men let their guard down when they feel free.

And if they feel free they start talking.

Which reminded you. Your team in France has not responded to your last message, and you find it odd that my boss, the Lieutenant, did not warn you about the arranged marriage between Mr. Lee’s daughter and one of the seven sons.

Your heart races as you realize that you are in deeper than you thought. The consequences of being caught are simple: One misstep and you will be dead.

As the song comes to an end, Namjoon leans in close to you, his eyes burning with intensity. "I need to go outside for fresh air. By myself." he looks surprised for a second but then he turns around and barks an order to one of the bodyguards to take you outside, and you feel a mix of fear and excitement ripple through you.

You are led by one of Namjoon’s bodyguards across a sea of moving bodies and gangsters to get to an emergency exit in the back of the VIP room. You go down the stairs and once you are at the door the man tells you you have 5 minutes.

The pounding music and flashing lights of the club faded behind you once you stepped outside.

That’s when you saw him leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. You noticed that for the first time you’ve seen him he was wearing a suit. Hair sleek to the back. His deep black eyes stared directly at you.

That was the last thing you needed to see while high on molly.

“Yoongi”

You almost whispered, approaching him carefuly. “What-”

“You look surprised, little flower. Like if you just saw a ghost. Were you expecting someone else” He interrupted you and you felt a shiver down your spine.

You could feel the effect of the drug spreading through your bloodstream “No, you're exactly the person I wanted to see tonight” Your words were sincerity mixed with alcohol. He took a step closer and you felt his hand tugging at the fabric of your dress that covered your hips.

Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?

The man let out a laugh and held her tighter by the waist “You're going to have to share with me whatever they gave you upstairs, little flower,”

Did you say that or did you think it?

Suga brought his lips to your ear. So close you could feel their ghost touch on your skin “It has to be pretty good shit. For you to admit that you think I'm fucking beautiful and I don't want to be left behind in the fun” You gasped and he gave you one of those devilish smirks you were starting to like.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Russia?” You said eyes locked in his “And miss all of today’s fun. No way in hell I would miss you in this dress, pretty flower. But before she could respond, he stepped closer, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're a beautiful woman, Lee Nari," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

Ah, fuck it.

You were in too deep on the effects of the pills mixed with alcohol.

Probably what you were thinking at the time was a terrible idea.

But the effects of the drug made you feel so damn good.

And Suga usually had a mysterious aura to him, something dark and alluring that attracted you to him.

Like a moth to a flame.

You had burned before.

And you really liked the pain.

You took another pill that you had hidden on your dress and placed it on your tongue. You knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but you couldn't help the attraction you felt for that man. In a moment of impulse, you leaned in with your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

And kissed him.

Kissed him as if you were alone in that place full of people.

As if you couldn’t be seen by absolutely everyone who was there.

The effect of the drug deliciously amplified the sensations and you could swear that the Suga’s lips tasted like chocolate strawberries, your favorite dessert.

“You're getting me in trouble little flower." said the man As you broke apart, you could see the surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

“Good thing I love trouble," but before you could move again a hand grabbed Suga's arm, pulling him away from you.

Turns out your five minutes were up and the bodyguard had gone upstairs to tell Namjoon you were kissing his brother outside of the club.

Didn’t snitches get stitches in this clan?

Or lose a finger or something.

The Right Hand eyes were looking directly at you. He was furious, you could see the veins of his neck pop, blood rushing through them filled with anger.

Oh you’d fucked up.

Big time.

Now the both of you were really in trouble “May I know, what the fuck are you doing here, you bastard?” Namjoon grabbed two fists full of Suga’s shirt.

“Having fun like everyone else at this party, or isn't that what we all came here for, Daddy's boy?” replied the older one with his sarcastic chuckle.

“Call me that one more time and I'll break your fucking face” Namjoon so close to Suga's face while he looked amused by his reaction.

As if he had been waiting for it.

“Oh your majesty, I'd love to see you try....”

Before chaos could form the rest of the siblings approached to separate them. You were still standing in the middle of the two, unsure if you should try to calm things down.

But you knew you’d only make it worse.

“Let's calm down a little, you know the rules: no fighting in my club - Jimin intervened trying to calm them down a little “If you are going to break each other's faces or measure each other's dick or whatever it is you are doing right now. Do it somewhere else” he finished with a tone of authority.

Kim Namjoon might be the right hand of the clan, but this was Park's kingdom. But it didn't help anyway...

“You just love to play with what doesn’t belong to you, don't you?” Namjoon responded in a mocking tone.

To that you raised an eyebrow, you were nobodies. But before you could speak Jhope put a hand on your shoulder giving you a sympathetic look “Not now, princess Nari” he whispered.

Suga grabbed the hand that was still holding him by the collar “Are you sure of what you’re saying, Kim? Do you want me to remind you who you are and who I am?”

You had a feeling they were no longer talking about you. But all you could do was look at them terrified realizing that you had provoked something you couldn't stop.

They both meant much more.

“I'm going to kill you tonight, you son of a bitch” Namjoon growled and Suga had a smirk on his lips but the expression of his eyes wanted blood.

“Hope, take Miss Lee out of here. That's an order” Namjoon said without looking at you.

The young gangster approached you with an apologetic look “I'm sorry princess Nari, but we'd better go” He took you by the arm to take you out of the place and ushered you to a SUV that was already parked and ready for you to leave.

“I knew you'd be trouble." Taehyung whispered as you passed him.

Your eyes stung from tears that were trying to come out.

You felt humiliated.

You had screwed up completely.

Suga was your fucking weakness and your needed to get him out of her system.

The faster this mission would be over.

Faster she could get away from all of this.

And away from him.

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HELLO!! BEAUTIFUL INTERNET PEOPLE.

I have a confesion to make: This August D concept photos are making me feel things. What a good moment to be alive honestly. Because I would gladly let gangster August D Kill m... Ahem.

Here's another confession. Butter is actually one of my fav chapters, because its all the build up to the real deal of the story. But I got inspired by the pictures of this beautiful, beautiful human and decided to add a new scene to the chapter.

For the ones who don't know Hate is actually a story I've aready finished on wattpad and I am translating (from spanish) and cross posting it here on tumblr. Also, the original story is actually an OCxSuga and not a reader POV. But I really am enjoying this changes. I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing.

There is so much more to come and I am excited to show you!

For the ones who are interested, the tag list is open If you want to be on it you can leave a comment or send me an ask! 💌💌

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Love, Ria.

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thesunsethour · 1 year ago

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my official ranking of (basically) every song by hozier

(ignoring some collabs/songs from soundtracks etc)

(this is just my opinion no one shout at me)

(he has no Bad songs, only Less Brilliant ones)

52) To Noise Making (Sing) (the sing chorus at the end goes on just *that* bit too long

51) Sunlight (slightly repetitive)

50) Nobody (maybe this is controversial? does however contain one of my favourite lyrics “it’s suicide Tuesday back in LA”)

49) Sedated (the lowest ranked song of his self titled album and it’s not because it’s not good it’s because his discography is fucking insane)

48) Someone New (only ranked this low because it was very overplayed in Ireland when it came out)

47) Almost (Sweet Music) (this was never my favourite song but who can resist “i laugh like me again she laughs like you”)

46) Son of Nyx (hozier made the best study music song of all time)

45) Wasteland, Baby! (sounds exactly like the album feels, if that makes sense?)

44) Swan Upon Leda (would be higher but i keep accidentally forgetting to add it to my playlist because it’s not on an album. also Free Palestine)

43) Better Love (hozier’s voice is so beautiful)

42) Dinner & Diatribes (ever since someone said he sounds like Count von Count in this song i can’t un-hear it)

41) It Will Come Back (so sexy. one of the sexiest songs in his oeuvre)

40) NFWMB (an under appreciated classic. i remember playing this in the car when my dad was dropping our friend’s kid to school and getting in trouble for the cursing)

39) The Parting Glass - Live from The Late Late Show (not only a beautiful rendition, but it was also performed during covid when everyone was feeling very hopeless and he just captivated ireland for a few short moments. gorgeous)

38) Anything But (we are reaching the territory of songs that are so goddamned good that it feels a crime they are so low down. he has dozens of such songs)

37) In the Woods Somewhere (eerie vibes which are beautiful and exacerbated when you find out he based this on a dream he had)

36) To Be Alone (again, CRIMINAL that this is so low down. blame hozier having so many good songs. don’t blame me)

35) Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene (a bop AND a banger AND a jam. triple threat)

34) Damage Gets Done (their voices are soooo beautiful together)

33) Be (“When Atlas acts the maggot” is one of Hozier’s best Irish culture lines)

32) The Jackboot Jump - Live (BUT THE JACKBOOT ONLY JUMPS DOWN ON PEOPLE STANDING UP!!!)

31) Shrike (this song made me cry when i first heard it and i am Not one to cry)

30) To Someone From a Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe) (GAEILGE MENTION!!!!)

29) Jackie and Wilson (one of my first ever favourite hozier songs)

28) Talk (i love the myth of orpheus and eurydice and i ALSO imagine being loved by hozier)

27) Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) (blowjobs)

26) Eat Your Young (hozier wrote this for all first year trinity students who had to read Swift for their intro to irish writing lectures)

25) All Things End (don’t be sad. we begin again :). hozier said so)

24) I, Carrion (Icarian) (soft, sad, beautiful. like hozier)

23) Nina Cried Power (feat. Mavis Staples) (also very overplayed in Ireland but this time it really deserved it!!)

22) Cherry Wine - Live (one of the most beautiful and recognisable guitar bits of all time. yes i said guitar bits i don’t know anything about guitars)

21) As It Was (the drug the dark the light the flame…)

20) First Time (“anyway”)

19) Who We Are (makes me feel like my chest is being lifted to god)

18) No Plan (“As Mack explained, there will be darkness again” is one of the all-time great Hozier lyrics actually)

17) Would That I (it’s illegal for anyone to dislike this song)

16) De Selby (Part 2) (he wants to run against the world that’s turning!! he moves so fast that he’d outpace the dawn!!)

15) De Selby (Part 1) (AN ENTIRE VERSE AS GAEILGE)

14) Like Real People Do (once again, how is this so low? hozier is too good. “we should just kiss like real people do” lyrics of all time)

13) Butchered Tongue (i wrote an entire essay post about this song. with citations)

12) From Eden (time has maybe made us forget just how fucking insanely good this song is. IDEALISM SITS IN PRISON CHIVALRY FELL ON HIS SWORD INNOCENCE DIED SCREAMING. also reminds me of verse 2 of Human by The Killers)

11) Work Song (WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND LAY ME GENTLY IN THE COLD DARK EARTH. NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN. I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER. also special mention for: “in the low lamp light i was free” aka the name of one of my criminal minds fanfics. moving on)

10) Run (SOOOOO underrated. literally rare is this love keep it covered! run to me run to me lover! run until you feel your lungs bleeding!)

9) Movement (i played this song every day on repeat for 2 months when i was 17)

8) Arsonist’s Lullabye (wario of better love. don’t ask me how or why)

7) In a Week (feat. Karen Cowley) (the most gorgeous beautiful song of all time their voices are perfect for each other - I’D BE HOME WITH YOU)

6) First Light (BUT AFTER THIS IM NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME!!! AND I AM NEVER GOING BACK AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!)

5) Francesca (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. URGAAAHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I’D TELL THEM PUT ME BACK IN IT!!!!!! DARLING I WOULD DO IT AGAIN!!!!!! IF I COULD HOLD YOU FOR A MINUTE!!!!! DARLING I’D GO THROUGH IT AGAIN!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

4) Unknown / Nth (DO YOU KNOWWWWW I COULD BREAK BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF THE GOODNESS LOVE I STILL CARRY FOR YOU!!!! he had no right to sing this. and as beautifully as he does. makes me cry. sha-la-la)

3) Abstract (Psychopomp) (this wasn’t originally my favourite when i first listened to Unreal Unearth has grown on my heart and will not let go. did you know the memory hurts but does me no harm. and did you SEE HOW IT SHINESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

2) Take Me To Church (this being his debut single. DEBUT. SINGLE. no one else was doing it like him. the vocals the lyrics god the beautiful lyrics the MUSIC VIDEO!!!! ireland’s best living artist.)

1) Foreigner’s God (my favourite song of all time. no notes. utterly perfect in every way.)

#hozier #these are my OPINIONS no one ARGUE WITH ME #this took me an hour and a half i’m very sleepy now #sorry for any spelling mistakes it’s 00:42

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shmaptainwrites · 8 months ago

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Hey!

I thought about something...

Reader as Michael Tritter's wife during the events of season3.

The reader has no idea of her husband’s actions. Until that day, she confronts him and he begins to threaten her with divorce if she doesn't mind her business.

She worries about Wilson and goes to meet him. She introduces herself as Tritter’s wife and apologizes for her husband behaviour. She asks him if he has a place to eat and sleep for the night and offers him (at least) a drink to apologize.

They continue to see each other and begin to appreciate the company of the other.

Tritter learns it and the reader must make a choice between her mariage and Wilson

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anon i’m foaming at the mouth this idea is so good

ngl i think if tritter is threatening divorce right from the beginning the marriage is already pretty much over

maybe you hear about his vendetta against house from one of his colleagues who’s also a friend of yours and when you realize this poor other doctor is caught in the crossfire gives you whatever courage you needed to confront your husband about his actions and how ridiculous he’s acting

he gets mad and after some escalation he says if you can’t stand by him maybe you guys shouldn’t be together in the first place. disgusted by the implications that you can’t even have honest conversations about his actions, you pack a bag and leave to go stay with a friend until he hopefully comes to his senses, and meanwhile you try to right some of the wrongs he’s created by offering some help to wilson

you’re nervously waiting outside his hotel room, wondering if he’s even going to open the door and if he does whether or not he’ll hear what you have to say when you introduce yourself. eventually he does open the door, he doesn’t look too bad but he also doesn’t look great (you can imagine he’s going through a lot considering his accounts are frozen and he’s had to shut down his practice), but when you introduce yourself he’s about to say something about not wanting to speak to you (but still very politely of course, he doesn’t want to get himself into deeper shit than he’s already in), but you stop him before he can close the door and say you’re there to try an extend an olive branch

he waits a minute to hear you out while you say you’re very ashamed and embarrassed about what your husband is doing and that you wanted to see if there was anything you could do to help for the time being seeing as you didn’t have too much control over the situation

wilson ponders for a moment and when you offer a drink at the hotel bar to start he accepts. when you go down you explain a little further to him that you’re very uncomfortable with the whole situation your husband has created around this incident and that he’s acting like a bully (which he shouldn’t be because he has power over others and it’s just wrong to use it for a personal grudge and say it’s in the interest of the law even if house technically is doing some illegal stuff) and really you just don’t know what you should do

wilson empathizes with your marriage troubles, clearly having been in that situation before, and after a few drinks it becomes easy enough to lean on each other and talk through what’s going on

it gets pretty late and you reluctantly say you have to go back to your friend’s home so you don’t keep her up, but that you could come check in on him again tomorrow if he’d like, maybe take him out to grab something to eat and he nods his head and says he’s free with a hint of mirth in his voice considering your husband is the one pretty much forcing his days to be open

your lunches and dinners together become more frequent and you find yourself very much drawn to wilson, and he to you, so when your husband finds out of this (maybe it’s word of mouth or maybe he actually sees the two of you out together) he comes to your friend’s home and confronts you about it

he’s incredibly upset, but for some reason you could care less because if anything over the past few weeks he had shown you his loyalties didn’t lie with you, he didn’t even apologize for threatening divorce or how he had spoken to you and so when he gives you an ultimatum it’s not even a question, you don’t want to be with him anymore

after calling your lawyer and dealing with those details to get the papers served, your dinner with wilson becomes a bit tense as he asks you what you were up to that day and you try to find a way to break the news to him

he’d be a bit surprised that divorce is what it had come to and maybe even feels a little guilty thinking it’s his fault, but really, with the way tritter had treated you throughout this mess you had gotten an indication of a side you didn’t see before you got married and you were more than happy to get out of there before things escalated and you felt trapped

wilson is so gentle with you even with everything that he’s going through and you both cling onto that desperate need for the other and your emotional comfort slowly finds its way easing into something more than that and it’s not before long that you spend more nights at the hotel than your friend’s home and when all was said and done neither you or wilson felt you got the short end of the stick (because clearly, that all went to tritter)

send me your sfw RSL character x reader thoughts

→ accepting asks for james wilson, cruise, and peter müller

→ i’ve seen up to 5x12 of house — NO SPOILERS PLEASE

#mimi answers #mimi’s wilson thoughts #james wilson #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you #house md

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furiousgoldfish · 2 years ago

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what are some suggestions to get some form of freedom under extremely controlling parents?

I heard it all, ‘you’re an adult you don’t have to listen to them’ ‘just move out’ ‘you shouldn’t be doing what they tell you to’ etc but it’s just not that simple, and nobody seems to understand.

I currently live with them, and bc this economy is terrible and I’m not financially independent, I’m unable to break away from them anytime soon.

And it’s depressing whenever they try to make me do things I don’t want to do, or constantly having control over and using some of my social accounts, or be controlling over as much as my life as possible, and I’m powerless to stop them because according to them they ‘are my parents’ who ‘gave birth to me’ and ‘raised me through hardship’ and because ‘I’m the kid’ and ‘it’s for my own good’. Not to mention all the other familial issues that caused the trauma I’m going through right now, the trauma that I learned that I had because I finally attempted to learn more about myself.

But anyways

Thank you for being the voice that the most of us aren’t able to have, and keep up the good work

You're right, that advice is bad. Controlling parents don't just tell you what to do, they enforce it. There are consequences, and most often if you don't do as you're told, you're risking abuse, fear, panic, and negative changes for your own life. You're risking losing something, being punished, humiliated, threatened or worse. It's a serious problem, not something you can change by just acting differently or saying 'no'. And moving out is not easy! Especially with controlling parents, who often go to great lengths to find out just what you're up to, and to sabotage you.

It's heartbreaking you have to deal with all this, and trauma on top. I wish I could offer you some good advice, but all I know is that resisting control can often end in abuse, and the only things you can control are those you keep secret. I'm sure you already are doing absolutely everything you can. It's good to write down what they're doing to you, whenever they do something, so you know you're not crazy and they are, in fact, abusive and controlling.

I can tell you that none of it is for your own good, and that you don't owe them obedience for being born. If they raised you with expectations of servitude, thats on them. But if they enforce servitude, they're infringing on your human rights, and you're right to recognize this and to hold them accountable (once it's not dangerous to do so).

The only way I'd managed to get a slight bit of power over my parents was to threaten them with the police if they attempted to get too violent or abusive, this only sometimes worked, because often they would just claim it's not illegal and get siblings to agree and proceed with whatever they wanted. It's good to collect evidence on their abuse and stash it somewhere safe (behind a computer password, for example, and secured in an email account).

Another way to gain at least a little bit of autonomy would be to refuse to share information, for example if my parents asked how much money I have saved up, I would repeat 'I am not obliged to give you this information' until they would stop asking, and I wouldn't say anything else. They have slightly less power if they don't have the knowledge of what you have, where you go, and what you do. (But also, I don't know how controlling yours are and if they're tracking your every move, I know some parents do this as well.)

I wish you good luck, and I'm sorry you're forced to live like this. Nobody should be forced to live like this. If anyone else has any advice on how to gain a bit of your life back from this while unable to move out, please share.

#abusive parents #controlling parents #child abuse

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howlingday · 2 years ago

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I have an idea of how Materia could work in your Strife AU. Materia is the condensed form of the lifestream that allows people to use the powers and abilities of those from the past. so you could have the lifestream be the combined aura of everyone who has ever lived. with magic being semblances and the reason they are no longer common is it's now illegal to mine the lifestream leaving only the natural way which take alot of time to make so they cost alot to get making them very rare just a idea

Jacques Schnee growled as he looked over the reports his mining crew delivered. Thanks to the efforts of Shinra Electric, a subsidiary company of Schnee Dust Company, they were able to avoid a lawsuit from the locals and the agencies working under the Remnant Environment Protection Act. In doing so, however, they also lost a significant profit potential as the mining crew was forced to refrain from operating further due to the potential "hazard" to the life-stream.

He signed the acknowledgement and plqced it in his out-box, before he turned away from the paper to hide his boiling rage from the ever watching cameras of his own home. He growled some obscenities under his breath as he balled up his fists.

A knock from the door cut his aggression short, protecting his life-span from shortening any further. With an exhale, he turned to the door and allowed the guest to enter. His son Whitley peered through the frame.

"What is it, Whitley?" He grumbled.

"Er, Klein has asked me to inform you-"

"Instead of doing the job himself?" Jacques growled as he stood from his seat. "And what excuse could that bumbling oaf of a servant have that would save him from my terminating of his employment?"

"Um, he said he was too busy with a guest at the door."

"A guest?" Jacques quirked a brow. "At this time?"

"Y-Yes, father. I-It's-"

"Quit your stammering before I correct it for you!" Jacques barked.

"Yes, father! I'm sorry, father!"

"Do not apologize, Whitley!" Jacques shouted louder. "If you choose to speak of something, then you choose to do so with confidence!"

"Of course!" Whitley nodded.

"Now who is this damned guest at our door?!"

"Rufus Shinra." Jacques looked beyond his son to see his 'loving' wife, her face flushed with her afternoon wine. "If you're going to speak to our son so aggressively, then you should redirect it at our 'gracious guest' who chose to visit us."

"Shouldn't you be entertaining him?" Jacques asked.

"Oh, my apologies, Mr. Schnee," she replied, voice dripping sarcasm, "but my husband has warned me to refrain from speaking to guests when I've had too much to drink."

"And how much have you had, my dear?" Jacques asked, already knowing the answer.

"Not enough to bear looking at you." Willow sneered. "Come along, Whitley."

She walked away, her son following close behind her. Jacques flared his nostrils before shutting the door behind him to greet his sudden guest. His old friend and mentor, Rufus Shinra.

#rwby #jaune strife au #rwby au #final fantasy series #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #willow schnee #jacques schnee #whitley schnee

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solmints-messyocdiary · 2 years ago

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Odile

At the tender age of 3, she was abandoned near the grounds of a cemetery and raised by the wild dogs roaming the forest nearby.

At the age of 6, she was found by the new local priest, father Henrik, of the town, and taken to the orphanage.

At the age of 8 she fell in love.

At the age of 10 she tried making friends and she joined the church choir.

At the age of 15...

At the age of 18, she became Father Henrik's church custodian and...

She-...

...

Age: Unsure, somewhere between her early or late 20s.

Pronouns: she/her. Hates being called an it as the people at the orphanage would call her that constantly.

Gender: Cis woman

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: Unsure when she was born, but the orphanage celebrated her birthday on November 30, the date she was taken in.

Sign: Unsure, but it would be a Sagittarius if we go of that her birthday is in late November.

Birthplace: Moldova, a little ghost town whose welcome board is so old, its name has become illegible.

Personality: a wary and anxious young woman who wishes to be loved and understood. Odile is very distrustful of many individuals who roam the forest and cemetery she dwells in, but with one kind action, she becomes putty in their hands. She acts like a wild animal when feeling threatened or scared with no way to escape. Lying or abandoning her spurs her aggression, making her act out and do everything in her power to prevent others from leaving her. However, if you manage to slowly chip away the feralness she has, you'll see that her shell contains a very shy and soft-spoken girl that is affectionate and sweet as sugar. One should also make sure not to make her question her relationship with you because she is EXTREMELY jealous when she loves someone romantically.

Height: 1.81 m/ 5' 11 " (but considering she tends to hunch down, she appears smaller than she is.)

Weight: 61 kg/134 pounds

Physical description: a tall and lanky young woman with long and unruly strawberry blond hair that reaches her hips and olive eyes. Her skin is sun-kissed (but quite pale when her tans leaves), littered with scars and beauty marks. A distinctive smell of incense, soil, and death seems to have ingrained itself on her skin.

Hobbies: embroidery and sewing. Has a nice singing voice. Likes to read as well

Favorite authors: Charles Perrault, the brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen

Favorite stories: Beauty and the Beast, Donkeyskin (Allerleirauh), The Wild Swans, any story you suggest

Favorite artists: William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Alphonse Mucha, Jean-Honoré Fragonard, François Boucher, Viktor Vasnetsov

Favorite art pieces: The Swing, The Abduction of Psyche, The Fallen Angel

Favorite movies: Sleeping Beauty (1959), Beauty and the Beast (1946), The Little Mermaid (1968), The Scarlet Flower (1952), Three Wishes for Cinderella (1973), The Wild Swans (1962)

Music taste: soft ballads, classical music primarily that found in Ballet, church hymns, might even like soft rock if shown

Loves: her prince

Likes: bunnies, warm beds, soft dresses, fawns, baby pink, porcelain dolls, rose-scented products, sugary desserts, petrichor, fairytales, lambs, red meat, sugar cubes

Dislikes: loud noises, screaming, large bodies of water, pigs, cathedrals, thunder, demon imagery, the toaster, snakes

Hates: Lies and liars

Extra:

Tends to stutter or slur her words when nervous or pushed to speak. Mispronounces a lot of words, too.

Giggles and let's out small chuckles out of nowhere, even during times she isn't meant to laugh.

Extremely expressive (unless she disassociates)

She is left-handed.

#oc: odile #slasher: odile #slasher oc #my oc #I will change the images later once I have a character sheet #and add more info later #character sheet #character analysis

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dyrewrites · 1 year ago

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Pale Blood - Freaks and Friends (Notes pt.2)

Faeries

“You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation.”

Shape-shifters and tricksters, fae are chaos incarnate. Their emotions are frequently too big and too bold for the miniscule frames that contain them, but those frames are malleable. They can grow only so large as the wyldmagic they have access to, which is their own in the barrier…and so they do not get all that big in the city. 4’ is about the maximum, but they can shrink to a speck of dust if they desire. Fae in the Wylds range from dust motes to towering behemoths and their strength shifts as they do.

Their preferred shapes in the city are that of humans, but they can be anything at any time. At some point in a faerie’s long life–they are said to survive anywhere from the length of a blink to that of belief, which is as incomprehensible as they are, and likely so on purpose–they are expected to choose a permanent shape. This is to ensure the magic that powers their tricks is contained, that it does not leak into things not meant to touch it, and it is best for the faerie and the city that they make this choice. Inside the Wylds, they may live an eternity without ever choosing, but if they intend to remain in the city they must.

Whatever shape they choose is up to them, they will still have their wyld magic and their wings and size-manipulation, but they will be forced to remain in the shape they’ve chosen until their final breath. The only way to take back one’s choice is to return to the Wylds and beg the Goddess that reigns over the domain the faerie was born into…which tends to come with a hefty price.

The choice itself is heralded as the most important moment of a faerie’s life–a city faerie anyhow–and is celebrated with all the drama and flair faeries can muster–which is all of it, even yours. To be invited to the celebration, while not a faerie oneself, is an incredible honor and one should be extremely grateful. You hear that, Del, worship me you fangless dick.

Fae have an aversion to certain materials, they cannot touch them or magic their way out of them. These are typically man-made with no magic involved, mined and shaped but purified of the myriad soil, waters and woods touched by the magic of the Wylds. They are entirely synthetic. Synthetic creatures are also a problem for fae, they cannot touch them, or be touched by them, without incredible pain. For this reason, there have been issues in the city of wealthy humans capturing and keeping faeries as trophies, pets and toys. It is highly illegal since the collapse of the Church of Som, but that doesn’t mean it’s stopped.

Faerie dust is treasured, invaluable, as it allows any who touch enough of it to perform their feats (including flight) for a short time. If ingested it acts as a mild hallucinogen.

Faeblood is not near as valuable, unless one is a fang. It can be an aphrodisiac or an opiate to fangs, depending on the amount ingested. This makes it popular in clubs and bars, as an additive to alcoholic beverages. Excessive use is an issue, addiction is common and far too easy to fall into, and so the blood is heavily regulated. The blood is sold, by various fae, to the slums’ bloodbank (and kept in locked fridges) without need for any to come to harm–though if you happen to be friends with a fae, they might mock you for it.

Mer / Sirens

“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.”

Mer, Mermaids, Sirens, Fishpeople...whatever you wish to call them. They are a blend of sea and land, creatures of myth and legend that once ruled the turbulent seas but have since begun washing ashore and are probably singing at your local dive bar right now. They possess no magic beyond their voice, but that is often enough. Whether it is wailing to compel waters to flow and burst and bubble, singing to ebb the tides before they swallow an unwitting sailor, or crooning to lure and sedate their prey…their power is their voice.

Unfortunately, this voice is useless against the one who holds their heart. This is not poetry, this is literal. Their hearts are bound, linked, woven eternally to a trinket that, once owned, they have no power to retrieve. It can be taken from the Mer, it can be bartered, sold or given to another but the Mer cannot take it back unless it is given. The trinket controls them, body and mind, and bounds them wholly to the one who holds it. They are puppets tied by shimmering, throbbing threads. This has resulted in a number of Mer being sold to brothels throughout Dolor. They perform in every venue from the rich, cavernous amphitheaters of Upper Dolor to seedy hotel lobbies in the slums. They are performers by nature, pleasers by force, and with so many bought and sold through the generations there are few who expect to be anything but property.

The abuse of Mer became such a widespread issue that those outside of it, but affected by their friends and lovers being used, fought to have laws enacted. It is now illegal to buy and sell Mer trinkets. One can still buy their contract if they signed themselves away, even if this was done by force, but the sale of their physical trinkets is forbidden. However, as it is difficult to prove who owns the trinkets–what with the Mer being unable to speak ill of their owners–freeing those already sold was next to impossible.

Trinkets come in all flavors. They are made by the Mer, impulsively and without their control, when they come of age to either lay eggs or fertilize them. This is different depending on the specific species of Mer (as there are quite a few) but it can be very young, comparatively, to humans–and is perhaps the true reason for the laws to prevent their sale. A Mer comes of age anywhere from six to twenty years old.

The trinkets themselves are always made from the Mer’s own teeth, scales, skin, blood, hair, whatever they have available. It can be a simple talisman of sorts, or an earring, a necklace, a ring, a bracelet, but it is always small and easy to hold–fit for their own hands, as they are instinctively made to be given to other Mer.

With all of that said, it is easy to see how Mer who give their own trinkets away would not do so lightly. It is more than a marriage vow, it is more than a promise, it is a literal key to their heart. They are handing ownership of all that they are to another.

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Taglist;

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@rmgrey-author

#writeblr #novel #urban fantasy #world-building #creature design #pale blood #the mer have a bad time #there's one in every one of my worlds I swear #the quotes aren't mine I find relevant ones that click with me #points if you can guess where they're from

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space-blue · 1 year ago

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The larger issue was that another, much smaller author came out in the middle of that mess who had insisted on being put in touch with the "Artist" as he'd loved the cover so much. He had him design his cover too, and sadly that ground his book release to a complete halt. IDK if he's managed to recover from that. Many artists were offering to help, but he was saying he'd do things properly.

However the entire thing completely crashed his book release.

What disgusted me as well was people's attitudes. Like, sure the cover was withdrawn, but the damage was done.

Writers were out there saying that 'if you commission art, you have to request the artist show you a full process video as proof it's not AI' and like... bro... what are YOU gonna do, as a writer, when asked to prove you're not using AI? Because we can film our process, not that we should fucking have to... But you? A writer? You gonna be locked in the basement with a typewriter until the script is done to prove you did it all on your own?

There was such a virulent attitude in that thread... Writers/readers were calling artists out, complaining they were going on a 'witch hunt' and doubting we could ever tell.

When the con man shared his 'sketch' proof he'd done it himself I BARKED. Like, someone 6 months into art classes can do a better fake reverse sketch than this guy attempted. He had no concept of how artists even process their illustrations, and this despite countless timelapses being on youtube for free for him to *learn from*.

Writers and readers weren't trusting us. Believing us. They were also acting like this wasn't a threat to them, or that it was that big a deal if the con man used 'AI tools'.

The complete lack of self awareness was disheartning. I tried to make them see, make them imagine how bad it'd feel if they lost a short story competition to a scammer, with the winning story being adapted into a comic book by a beloved artist. Their opportunity to shine! A collab with a big name! And artists dismissing them and accusing them of witch hunting when they point out this is very clearly chatGPT garbage.

People are lacking powers of projection and empathy. They're used to commodification of everything. 'Oh, I don't want my writing to be fucked by chat gpt, but isn't it neat how if I use this AI, it sounds like Benedict Cumberbatch is reading my story?'

Like Cumberbatch isn't a human with a right to not have his voice read your werewolf porn, sweet as it may be.

If people are against illegal AIs, and illegal or unauthorised use of AI, then they should stick to it in ALL fields, and believe ALL the specialists that they meet. A musician could tell me I just used a sample that's AI generated and I'd have no way to know because I'm a cave-person when it comes to music. I would have to believe them or do due dilligence to make sure I have good sources.

And this is GOOD btw, and I think an entire generation of people online right now are needing the etiquette education, because there's plenty of dipshit behaviour towards artists and creatives in general.

A note to all creatives:

Right now, you have to be a team player. You cannot complain about AI being used to fuck over your industry and then turn around and use it on somebody else’s industry.

No AI book covers. No making funny little videos using deepfakes to make an actor say stuff they never did. No AI translation of your book. No AI audiobooks. No AI generated moodboards or fancasts or any of that shit. No feeding someone else’s unfinished work into Chat GPT “because you just want to know how it ends*” (what the fuck is wrong with you?). No playing around with AI generated 3D assets you can’t ascertain the origin of. None of it. And stop using AI filters on your selfies or ESPECIALLY using AI on somebody else’s photo or artwork.

We are at a crossroad and at a time of historically shitty conditions for working artists across ALL creative fields, and we gotta stick together. And you know what? Not only is standing up for other artists against exploitation and theft the morally correct thing to do, it’s also the professionally smartest thing to do, too. Because the corporations will fuck you over too, and then they do it’s your peers that will hold you up. And we have a long memory.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking “your peers” are only the people in your own industry. Writers can’t succeed without artists, editors, translators, etc making their books a reality. Illustrators depend on writers and editors for work. Video creators co-exist with voice actors and animators and people who do 3D rendering etc. If you piss off everyone else but the ones who do the exact same job you do, congratulations! You’ve just sunk your career.

Always remember: the artists who succeed in this career path, the ones who get hired or are sought after for commissions or collaboration, they aren’t the super talented “fuck you I got mine” types. They’re the one who show up to do the work and are easy to get along with.

And they especially are not scabs.

*that’s not even how it ends that’s a statistically likely and creatively boring way for it to end. Why would you even want to read that.

#ai #anti ai #I agree with you btw but to me there was just more going on

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An Observation on Politics (and types of electorals)

A problem in a Democracy, especially when it gets quite large is "who do we elect?" There are billions of individuals, and yet; we can't rightly elect one qualified individual in comparison to a million others.

It's way too hard. So what, if anything can be done about it?

There's been many studies that focus on the people being represented the Civillians. How can you guarantee whether or not each individual is even qualified to vote?

I'm talking about intelligence, not illegals. Thank you. Many people believe that some individuals should never be allowed to vote; they're too easy to corrupt or deceive they *might* say.

In order to lead a people; an individual has to be qualified on many different fronts. And because every person sees things differently; each individual, even the *not very smart ones* can see something a more intelligent bookworm might not.

This is simply the law of averages; or the law of large numbers. A billion people voting on one thing will likely average out to the most applicable answer at any one time.

When it comes to the leader of a country, however; we cannot vote on individuals. An individual has no arms or breadth of experience to cover all bases.

There just far too many people to governor. Too many systems for an individual to manage.

This is partly why some distrust Trump; he's trying to manage literally everything by himself.

How do you listen to a million-billion voices without being directed to the ones you enjoy listening to the most?

It's quite hard to differentiate a single voice from the multitude.

And yet ... Here we are; trying to elect a single leader for a billion people. One person with their finger on the nuclear trigger, who has to *also* listen to a cacophonic symphony.

there is not one conductor, but many.

If the President tries to become a conductor, to direct the cacophony, there will be many sections left unheard by his lonely ears

He cannot be a director or a conductor. He must be the president. Listening to the different symphonies and direction conductor for many many many different symphonies.

This is quite different from a company president or corporate executive. Who must only listen to the needs of a single company.

It's in this regard; that political parties are a boon and a curse.

In the U.S. we have several parties, but only two that really matter. They took are trying to take charge and be the protectors of too many different facets of life.

Why does the system break? Too much on your plate.

We must rethink politics.

No longer can we simply vote individuals into power. We must consider the groups. This is also why the Republican party is a mess. They are only halfway to the concept I'm describing.

They act together; despite knowing that there's so many in their own party they disagree with. Towards a single goal; and that goal is that the Democrats should never ever be in power or elected.

Meanwhile; the Democrats, who actually listen to the people; cannot listen to them all. And because of this: many many many people are left unheard.

We don't need a corporate president. Leave corporations to the capitalist; because they love currency and prophets more.

We need a more levelheaded approach that can be more inclusive to all people.

It's much easier to vote between groups of people with like-minded beliefs so that you can see where the issues lay.

Which is why we have political parties in the first place.

And why most people vote along party lines. Because they believe, in some facet, that people they know better would do a better job.

Individuals have but two eyes and ears. They cannot separate the different voices; and they cannot see what they cannot see.

And so most politicians are deaf and blind; except to the issue they care about most.

If most people are underrepresented; we must find out why that is. And I believe; it's most-definitely because there's just too much for our current levels of government to handle.

The Federal government isn't just worried about dealing with issues that arise between certain states anymore. They're worried about [virtual states] created by our constantly advancing technology. State lines are blurred; and have become nothing but a tool for commerce.

No longer for the people; but the corporations.

If each corporation is more or less acting like a governor of their own states; we must then treat them as such.

The same way we must treat religion acting as corporations as businesses.

If many people are left unheard; and many people feel like their taxes aren't being used to benefit them; then it's probably because they are not being listened to.

It's just too much for a single person to bear.

This I also believe is the reason for the fall to fascism. If too many voices are left unheard; those voices become lesser. And the corrupted are allowed to run free and take advantage of that.

Letting men fall to the darker desires because; hey... It's allowed.

Or worse; it's necessary for "the better good."

We have the starting point for this idea with the Presidential Cabinet.

And I hear you; what you're saying is "Reeeee.... Government Overreach". Well; again... When a corporation is acting like it's own government... What job is there for the government to do?

That's why small businesses are being stomped into the ground. Small Business and Large Business are quite different beasts.

I ask you; if those large businesses can't operate as both government *and* business ... What do we do about it?

They can't be regulated by government because the government can't keep up. And they can't self-regulate without encroaching the powers the government should have.

If it's not addressed; if we don't advance... That's how the system falls apart. Too many different systems doing their own things on a Federal level.

And voices of individuals struggling are left unheard.

We need to break apart these multiple lines, we need better, more improved infrastructure to address all the complaints.

And we need more than two voices at the federal level who actyally have a grasp on the issues they're talking about.

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