#to anyone in a while including my question almost a month ago

[only-by-the-stars]

I love wasting money on stuff that's never gonna get here :)

[shysuccubusstuff]

Dilf! Sylus pt. 1

Content: Headcanons + some longer parts ♡; Age gap + mention of child abuse (not made by Sylus, of course) + alcohol taking + consensual/dubcon (alcohol intake on both sides).

Summary: After graduating university, you've been looking for a stable job for several months, but for the moment, you just have to content yourself with working as a nanny during the summer holidays. Who would have thought that you would meet such a hot and single (did I already say hot?) dad that would require your services?

Note: I just remembered the fanarts done by someone in Twitter with the boys as dilfs, these fanarts together with some Lana del Rey unreleased songs got me hyped for him... Wish I could see an even older Sylus... he's already hot af tho. I keep saying that I have a bunch of stuff almost ready but I never post it, talk about being like a man (jk depending on how you take the joke). Still, I hope everyone is having a nice week. This video just popped on my tl, hope anyone finds it funny!

Note 2: I'm lowkey scared that some parts are just too corny/cringy... I have no real idea how an older Sylus would speak with some woman that has around... 10? years less than him. Let me know if you want a pt. 2 + the same prompt with other LI!!

You had graduated several months ago, and yeah, of course you knew that finding a job would be the easiest thing in the world, but come on, your area wasn't even THAT full. How was it possible that you were almost the only one that didn't find a job after graduating? You were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone as you kept complaining in your mind. Suddenly, your phone rang, making you almost fall to the floor, quickly taking the call with the hope of getting the job.

"Hello?" You were able to hear some faint sounds in the background, some running around, together with a few giggles.

"... Yes, sorry. I was just busy with something. I call because of your advertisement, the one about working as a nanny?" Suddenly, you heard the deep and velvety voice of a man, even if that voice sounded slightly tired.

"Sure! I'm available for all the week, including weekends. I can even stay at your house if you prefer it that way, I do have to say that the rate does get a bit--"

"That's ok, I don't mind paying as much as you want as long as you do your job appropietly. We can meet this weekend to present them to you, if you are able, of course."

"Yes! Sure, let's meet that day, maybe in the morning?"

"Then that's settled. Thank you, let's meet in a couple days." The man hanged the call, barely allowing you to wave him goodbye. Well, at least that was somewhat solved... right?

The week went fast, with you barely moving around apart from buying groceries or spending your time with some not so interesting game as you complained about your boring holiday with your closest friend. Before you know it, you were already getting ready for that meeting, with your hands starting to sweat a bit as you tried to imagine the kind of children that man could have. Oh God, what if they were the annoying kind? The ones that mess with you cause they hate all their nannies, always acting up and... Wait, just calm yourself, it can't be that bad... right? You grabbed your bag, carrying all the documents that you may or may not need as you kept repeating into your head that there was no way that you would have such bad luck.

You finally entered the café, your hands still sweating a bit as you tried to guess who was the man that had called you. That question was quickly answered, as there was only a single man with not only one, but two children. The two small boys were busy sketching some stuff, with both of them sometimes talking to each other, with the man sometimes answering to them while he took a few sips from the coffee cup. You made your way to the table, clenching your bag as you kept telling yourself to calm down.

"Hi! I'm the nanny, we spoke a few days ago, I don't know if you remember me?" The man's gaze slowly moved from his children drawings to you, his gaze turning much cooler as soon as he stopped looking at them.

"Yes, I do remember you, do you want something to drink while we talk?" You sat down, trying your best not to stumble on your words while you tried to think as fast as possible, your hands lending him the papers that proved that this was not the first time you had worked as a nanny.

"Thank you, I don't want anything, we can just talk like this... I mean, if you want!" The man lifted his brow a bit, perhaps a bit taken aback by your nervous movements, his eyes quickly scanning through the documents.

"That is fine. My name is Sylus. These are my children, Luke and Kieran. Luke is the one on the left, Kieran is the one on the right." The children moved to look at you, both of their faces with several scars that went up their face and arms. The sight made you shiver a bit, but seeing how the two of them were completely calm, you chose to wait in case there was something wrong going on. "They are 8 years old. You will have to work from Monday to Friday, I have to plan the weekends, as it depends on the week. I will make sure to pay you accordingly, of course, you will have bonuses the days that you are asked to stay. I don't require you to teach them nor make any housework, just to take care of them. I would pay you around 25$ the hour, I hope that is enough?" You almost choked on your own spit, trying your best not to act surprised. This was not the first time you had worked for some rich family around town, and yeah, he may be the hottest guy you had ever seen, but you just had to focus on your work. Maybe you could even make it your full time job if you did it correctly?

"There's no problem! I just need to know when should I start working, well, as well as where the house is." As you kept speaking, the two small children got down their chairs, moving closer to you.

"So... when will you start living with us?" Luke rest his face on your leg, with Kieran following him close by. Guess this was their way of greeting you?

Dilf! Sylus who is away most of the day, arriving at late hours at night when both Luke and Kiera are already asleep. He arrives on his motorbike, parking it on the garage, entering the house in complete silence except the sound of the keys being left on the entrance. You had already noticed that this was indeed a routine, as the twins already let you know on the first days you were there. You were barely able to hear him as your room was quite close to the staircase, hearing his soft steps on the carpet as he made his way to his bedroom.

Dilf! Sylus who had no kind of photos or paintings of his (possibly) late wife. The whole house was neatly decorated with mostly dark colours, with the childrens' room being the only exception, as they were the ones that had chosen their own furniture. It took you a few weeks to find out that the two boys had been adopted by Sylus several years ago after they arrived to his door barefoot, with their limbs and faces even more scarred than now. Despite the traumatic experience, the two children seemed mostly fine, even if it was clear that they were extremely anxious the second one of them got separated from the other.

Dilf! Sylus who sometimes arrives in the morning, as always, he leaves the keys on the entrance, rushing to the children's room so he could kiss their forehead, with the two of them hugging him by the neck, allowing him to carry the two of them, each with one arm to the kitchen, where he allowed them to sit as he started making breakfast. These days weren't common, but each time he arrived, you were able to see just how much he cared for Luke and Kieran, with Sylus even spending a few hours playing around with them before leaving to work once more. At first, you tried to avoid interrupting them, choosing to stay silent as you helped him make breakfast or simply tidying up after the twins. That was until the three of them started to open themselves to you, with Luke and Kieran beginning to introduce you on their private chats, even getting to the point in which you were able to see what resembled a smile on Sylus' face. This marked the beginning of the closer relationship between the two.

Dilf! Sylus who begins to have more free time. And despite this would usually mean a reduction on your working hours, this changed nothing, except the small trips with the three of them. The trips started as short outings to the park, sometimes to a restaurant around town. Then, the trips became longer, with the four of you spending a couple days on different countries, as Sylus worked, having to meet with different people while the three of you spending your time by walking around the different cities.

Dilf! Sylus who starts to spend more time alone with you. Inviting you to his private gym in case you had some free time while the twins were sleeping, together with even allowing you to help him test the condition of his motorbike. It had been clear since the start that Sylus was in no way feeble, as you often saw him carrying Luke and Kieran while all of you played together. But it was then, when he was too busy checking every single element of his motorbike, with him simply wearing a tight sleeveless t-shirt, allowing you to see just how much time he spent keeping his body as fit as possible.

"Like what you see?" Sylus' eyes were once again focused on you, his hands slightly tainted by the motor oil, some even staining his face.

"I was just-- Sorry" You felt your face heat up, your eyes starting to move around the garage trying to find anything to focus on.

"No need to excuse yourself, sweetie. I understand, can you help me a bit with this? It seems that I need to check this thoroughly."

Dilf! Sylus who begins to make the work harder for you, with him sometimes rubbing against you as he passed by, making you blush just from remembering the veins on his arms and hands as he worked out. The sexual tension between the two finally came to an end the night the two of you found each other in the living room. Sylus had just arrived, his cloak still being carried under his arm.

"Good night, I didn't expect company so late at night, tell me, would you mind accompanying me for some alcohol?" You bit your lip, still not sure on what to do, before you answered him, Sylus added: "Don't worry, the boys won't be up until maybe around 12, they spent all their energy playing with their friends."

"I suppose it would be ok then, just a bit, ok? I'm not that good with alcohol..." Sylus nodded, going to the kitchen and coming back with two small glasses, together with a bottle of tequila, salt and a few slices of lemon. He had already changed into more comfortable clothes, with him only wearing some expensive smock that looked perhaps a bit too short for your own safety.

"How about we play some cards while we drink? The one who loses will have to drink." You knew that wasn't the best choice for you, but how could you refuse when he was already smirking as if he had already won?

Before you were able to notice it, the bottle of tequile was almost finished, both of your faces being as red as a tomato.

"Come on! Just accept your defeat already, afraid that someone younger than you is better than you?" You smiled, your left hand moving the liquid inside the small glass while you kept glancing at the cards on your right hand.

"Oh? Someone has gotten bolder now, do you always talk to your bosses like that?" Sylus left his glass on the table, smirking while he left the cards fall on the table, resting his head on his left arm. "Just so you know, I have no kind of insecurity regarding my age, sweetie."

"You sure? I mean, you work out a bit too much for someone--"

"I have no idea why would you assume that, the fact that I work out a lot is merely due to the fact that my job--" Sylus stopped himself, taking a deep breath before going on. "That is just because of some requirements that I have to meet in order to keep my position." You looked a bit confused, not realising until then that you had never wondered why did he always arrive so late. Still, the alcohol was still running down your veins, making it difficult to even realise the possible danger of it.

"Suuuure, let's just say I believe you. Why would an old man like you need to stay as fit? Are you sure that you're not planning on wooing some naïve girl into your claws?" You laughed, taking a small sip out of the glass.

"Maybe I want to do just that." Sylus' gaze darkened, his usual dangerous aura coming back to him as his crimson eyes pierced your face. "Maybe I should do just that, I'm sure I would be able to teach some wild kitten just how she is supposed to behave to be considered a good girl." You felt a shiver being sent through your whole body, the hair on your arms stooding up as your face flushed from the tone Sylus had used in those last few words. Sylus chuckled at your reaction, taking once again his glass from the table and playfully moving the ice cubes within his glass that was now filled with some old whisky he had taken from the cabinet. "I was just messing around, no need to act all coy now, we have been in much more intimate situations, am I wrong, sweetie?" Sylus took a small sip of whisky, changing the way he sat to one that made the cloth rode up allowing you to catch a timid glimpse of his underwear. Feeling as you were being tested on purpose, you quickly rose from the couch, thanking the courage given by the alcohol as you suddenly pressed your lips against his, your body clamping against his bare chest.

What first began as a one sided kiss was soon reciprocated, with Sylus soon taking the lead of it, his rough hands positioning on your hip, his thumbs making small circles around the area as his tongue suddenly entered your mouth, the meek kiss soon turning into a lewd one, the room now filled with wet noises together with soft moans and whimpers.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly light-headed, Sylus got away from you, moving his right hand towards your face and caressing your cheek with extreme care. "Guess I made a mistake. It seems this wild kitten is very much aware of what she is capable to do to me." You bashfuly locked eyes with him, encountering one of the softest looks you had ever seen. "I would have liked it more if this had happened on a better occasion, one in which you had enough courage to do all these bold moves without relying on a silly game." Sylus smiled, his eyes still fixed on you, making you feel even more flushed as you could clearly tell just how much he had been holding back from doing anything inappropriate. "Let me take you to bed, I think we should talk about this... change in our relationship tomorrow, when both of us are fully aware of what all of this means." Sylus lifted you with ease, opening the door with one of his legs and soon arriving to your bedroom, suddenly changing the way he held you so he could acommodate the sheets. Before you could say anything, he covered your body, planting a tendeer kiss on your forehead. "Sleep tight, I hope you won't regret anything tomorrow, sweetie."

[venusbyline]

The Blood of the Lamb (1/?)

prologue | next chapter

— summary: During a few weeks, you thought that the idea of getting in one of your late father's cars and driving without any sensible planning to the distant farm where your uncles lived might be a good idea. You thought that their invitation for you to stay there for a while had been out of pure, genuine kindness. Then you chose to ignore any suspicious situation that could have prevented you from being there, almost on the verge of death and thrown in the middle of the forest.

— pairing: vampire!Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader x vampire!Aegon II Targaryen

— type: dark, smut, 1930s AU

— chapter's warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, human!reader, angst chapter, domestic violence, murder, characters deaths referenced, child death, past child abuse, non-graphic rape/non-con, underage rape/non-con, dysfunctional family, stepdad!Daemon Targaryen, minor Daemon Targaryen/reader, minor stepdad/stepdaughter incest, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/reader, minor older brother/younger sister incest, sexism, dark content, 1930s AU/vampire AU. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— old slangs used: Twit (a fool or idiot), Cooze (pussy), Can the twit (stop that idle talking), What’s the score (what are you talking about).

— author's notes¹: Heyy, finally this is the first chapter 💕💕💕 It's more a introduction chapter, but I loved to write it anyway.

— author's notes²: So that you don't get lost... Jacaerys is 23, Lucerys is 20, the reader is 16, Joffrey is 12, Aegon III is 7 and Viserys II is 6 (obviously I didn't follow the same age difference as in the books). Daemon is their stepfather and Aegon III and Viserys II are his biological sons and reader's half-brothers.

— author's notes³: The Blood of the Lamb is a series involving vampirism, Targcest and sexual master/slave themes.

— author's notes⁴: Each chapter will contain its own trigger warnings.

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"Bringing a twit man into my house while I'm not here... What the hell was she thinking?"

That yelling was loud. Loud enough to overpower the soft and cozy sounds of cicadas and then abruptly waking up almost everyone present there, including you.

The previously quiet night turned into a strident noise, the closet being opened and then closed caught your attention. Although the cotton material of your nightgown showed your perky nipples beneath it, you did not think twice before getting out of bed and putting on your slippers to avoid the slight cold of the floor.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, you noticed the presences of your younger brother Joffrey and your older brother Lucerys in the hallway, both of the boys frowning at the sudden shouting.

The house become some kind of landmine, ready to explode on anyone.

Ignoring their worried faces, you began to walk closer to the kitchen, stopping when you came across the sight before you. "Uncle Daemon?"

"Oh! Hey, dollface! What a surprise seeing you up so late, mhm?" the man's voice was sarcastic, his large hands holding a bottle of Irish beer that you remembered Lucerys being given as a gift for his twentieth birthday.

Your heart skipped a beat at the venom dripping through the nickname, bile starting to burn in your stomach with each sip he took, the white foam disappearing and reappearing as he set the bottle down on the wooden table, only to pull it back up and bring it to the lips.

Though Daemon's dark eyes never left your face, staring at you like an animal about to attack and rip its prey apart, you did not flinch, instead allowing the question to echo through the room; "Is that the bottle Uncle Aemond sent Luke a few months ago?"

The world almost turned completely silent, and you could hear the sound of the wind hitting the windows and shaking the trees around outside. It was not exactly a very cold night, the weather was good at that time of year, the spring season making the surrounding plantations more colorful with various flowers, besides, of course, the cotton planting season, whose characteristic smell of the natural oil released by the seeds was still emanating through the air.

It was not exactly a cold night, and yet you felt a chill down the spine.

A chill that intensified when Daemon slammed the bottle on the table hard, the loud and shrill sound of the glass shattering making you scream in fright, taking two steps back.

"You fucking whore! Daring to question me about your brother's stupid beer? Daring to question the man of that damn house?"

There was no way you could dodge in time. Before you could even blink, Daemon’s heavy hand had already landed on your face. A brutal slap. Or maybe it had been a punch? You could not be sure, not when you fell pathetically to the ground.

Not when you could not move when Daemon's body felt so heavy on top of you. Not when the floor hardened your nipples as they were pressed against it after Daemon turned you over on your stomach. Not when a shot went off and left your eardrums ringing, more warm blood stained the skin of your cheek.

More blood that was not yours.

Two light slaps on your cheek to keep you from unconsciousness. A newborn's cry echoed in your ears. Another slap. The newborn's cry suddenly stopped. Lucerys screamed in fright, saying that the baby was no longer breathing. A few minutes later, Jacaerys whispered to Lucerys to stop the cardiac massage because it was no use anymore, there was no heartbeat.

No. That was not what happened this time.

Two loud gunshots near where you were regained your consciousness. The cry of your little brother Viserys echoed in your ears. Another shot. The child's cry suddenly stopped. Lucerys screamed in fright, saying that Viserys was no longer breathing. A few minutes later, Jacaerys whispered to Lucerys to stop the cardiac massage because it was no use anymore, there was no heartbeat.

"J-Jace?" you struggled to move from where you were, only to feel a sharp pain in the upper body.

"Stay still," Jacaerys' sharp bite caught you off guard, the words muffled by the thunderous roar of the car's engine.

A car. You were inside a car. And that uproarious engine felt all too familiar for your own liking. No one had been inside there in years.

Rising up and letting out a soft gasp, you glanced confusedly to the left side, noticing the presence of Aegon and Joffrey, your younger brothers in the backseat with you, and the presence of Lucerys in the passenger seat. Almost immediately, you paled and the gaze darted to the rearview mirror. "Where's Viserys?"

Jacaerys' hands tightened on the steering wheel, until his knuckles turned white. Even though Lucerys whispered your name as a warning, you repeated the question, a little louder this time.

The sounds you remembered just before you came back to consciousness were confusing, but horrifying. Your little brother's crying made you dizzy, as did the discomfort in your eardrum and the smell of blood in your hair.

When you repeated the question for the second time in less than two minutes, Jacaerys slammed the steering wheel, catching everyone inside the car by surprise.

"SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up, you stupid fucking little whore! This is all your fault! This is all your fault for not getting your disgusting cooze without a fat cock inside it!"

Lucerys seemed to notice how the yelling was turning you into a blubbering mess. The curses were bringing back more memories than your newly traumatized mind could handle, and as soon as your panicked screams started to get too loud, Jacaerys braked abruptly, stopping at a random corner of the road and getting out of the car, moving to the back door and pulling you out by the hair.

There were no more angry words from your older brother. The dark, empty — and previously silent —road was now consumed by your cries of pain and the your older brothers struggling in vain to pull Jacaerys off of your body, begging him to come to his senses. Begging Jacaerys to stop treating his younger sister like their stepfather had always done, since their childhood.

“He loves you, sister. You know that, don’t you?”

Lucerys’ presence caught your attention while you emerged from the bathroom of the cheap motel Jacaerys had rented for two nights. A small and dirty place in the middle of the road, good enough to fit all of you in just one bed and good enough that the owner, an old man without a few teeth, did not even question the reason for your injured state and torn clothes, not even asking why the hell you had brought a child there — although the semi-abandoned motel was sometimes frequented by worse odd travelers, the arrivals of two adult men, a scared half-naked girl, a young boy and a child were suspicious.

"Can the twit! He doesn't love me. A brother who loves his little sister wouldn't do what he did with me yesterday," Lucerys turned his head away so as not to try to look at your nakedness, or the bruises Jacaerys left on your skin. "A brother doesn't rape his own sister. And it isn't the first time he's done that to me."

His eyes darkened for the first time since Jacaerys had packed all of his siblings into his late father's old car and driven off without a clear direction beyond the small town the four of you lived in. To find a safe place for his family after what he and Lucerys had done.

"What's the score? All the times he did that were because of Uncle Daemon's orders to punish you both. He never liked hurting you!"

You flinched at the tone he used, heart skipping a beat and your eyes filling with tears. What Jacaerys done had been horrible to all of his siblings, and yet Lucerys would not have had the heart to do anything about it.

He would not have had the heart to shoot Jacaerys like his older brother had done to Daemon.

And that was both comforting and tragic at the same.

Long minutes passed since your brother’s words had hit you hard, leaving you with tears in the eyes as you dressed in a black pants and a beige shirt with white buttons, improvised clothes that Jacaerys had taken from the suitcase he had brought with him — as they prepared to flee the house, Joffrey had been ordered to pack a suitcase with some clothes for everyone. For you, however, he had only managed to bring two too-thin nightgowns and a simple moss green dress, in case you managed to find a safe place to settle.

Jacaerys and Joffrey were buying some foods at bakery next to the motel, and Aegon was sleeping in the big bed, which made the tense atmosphere between you and Lucerys seem very melancholic. He noticed your silent crying and got up from the mattress, moving closer, a hand on each of your shoulders and hugging you from behind. “You’ll be fine, sister. We all will.”

“I miss Viserys. And mommy.”

Lucerys sighed at what he heard, nodding with a few tears streaming down his natural rosy cheeks. “I miss Viserys too.”

You did not blame him for not mourning Rhaenyra’s death. You understood why they needed her dead so all of you could escape, and you understood why he had been the one to take the gun from Jacaerys' hand to fire two shots at the woman who gave birth to him.

Three weeks. It took three days for everyone to safely reach the rural and also forgotten part of another small town where they hoped to find a family support, some little help. Jacaerys and Lucerys took turns between who would drive for hours and who would sleep during that time.

Three weeks in total, since all the siblings fled the own home after murdering the stepfather, mother and younger brother. Three weeks fearing being caught and arrested. Five days fearing for the safety of Joffrey and Aegon.

That night, it was you who reminded them about the place where they could try to seek a quick shelter. A place where, perhaps, they could be safe. Far from home, far from the crimes committed and traumas they had faced for so many years.

Jacaerys knew that there was a possibility that his call for help would be ignored, or worse: being stabbed by the police and handed over to the authorities, just like all his younger siblings. Yet, your idea could be the least complicated way to face it.

Then Jacaerys chose you to go through the wire fence, helping you climb up and down without hurting yourself, avoiding looking at the purple mark he had left on your neck. You were certainly not the best person to cross the dark path full of trees, branches and noisy crows, but at least the desperation and need to help your brothers was much more intense than the fear of crows or your lack of ability to find safe parts of the woods to step on without the risk of tripping.

Also, there was no one better than you to knock on the wooden door of the farm's entrance ahead.

You were sure about that when the door opened and your uncles Aegon and Aemond stared at you with wide, shocked eyes, as if they did not recognize who was in front of them at first, their pupils dilating when they noticed the familiar feeling that admiring those tear-filled eyes always brought to them. A dark smile appeared on Aemond's lips after your heartbeat increased.

"We missed you, dear little niece."

[dumbgoondog]

Heian!Uraume X Reader

I’m not good with titles. Have some good heian!Uraume Face fuckin ya. There is some plot, reader is gender neutral/undisclosed. Uraume uses they/them here. NSFW MDNI +18 ya hear? Scram.

Summary —

After being captured you were going to become Ryomen Sukuna’s next meal, but his personal attendant had other plans for you. After months, you are ready to escape only stumble into something you weren’t expecting.

“My Lord Sukuna-sama,” Uraume’s hands folded together as they bowed eyes shut waiting for their lord’s answer. The lord in question, the massive monsterous man, Ryomen Sukuna. One of his eyes lazily rolls to look towards them, sharp and bored, he’s hungry waiting for a meal.

“What is it?” His voice gravels in his chest and filled them room even when not trying to speak loud. Uraume kept their head lowered, as they answered, “One of the sorcerers brought in, I wish to have them for myself.”

Sukuna sits up quickly a massive toothy grin pulling onto his face, “Uraume!” He barks and begins to laugh extending one of his four hands to smack their shoulder playfully, “finally found your appetite eh? Finally got through to you! Good! That’s it Uraume, go ahead, pick any you want and it’s yours. The whole thing. Go on, bwahahaha!”

Uraume’s smiles to themself, it’s small, and hidden but they dip a lower bow to Sukuna before turning away to go collect the gift. Sukuna’s laughter echoes as they walk away, they can almost hear him talking to the other servants probably startling them as usual. As they walked they didn’t pay enough mind to what he was saying to the others, a goal on their mind.

You on the other hand, sat bound up in ice, just your head above it. Some of your squad members had already succumb to the cold, the light leaving their eyes. The only reason you were alive was thanks to your cursed technique, temperature manipulation.

By touching something you could raise or lower the temperature of something by 10°F degrees. Including your own body, while the amount wasn’t much, you were clever and adept with it. By raising your body’s external temperature you’ve been slowly melting the ice and staving off the cold that threatened you.

The small building was full of ice, from that ice manipulator. A fabled being, not to well known about, Ryomen Sukuna’s personal attendant and chef. Some say he kidnapped them and forces them to work others say that’s his kid.

But speak of the devil and here they come, pulling back the pelts insulating the shack. Their eyes almost glow in the dark, that deep plum color would be so pretty if it were anyone else. You lock eyes, and for a moment you think they’re going to go for one of the others who are dead, but they move for you instead.

Panic sets in, being immobilized you couldn’t do much, was this really the end? They move forward and stop in front of you, that stoic and cold look on their face matching their technique, it was a cruel joke. “You,” they speak, voice a lot softer than you were imagining and lighter, “you’ll be spared on one condition. That is, you belong to me.”

…?

“Huh?” You breathe, incredulous. “Is the alternative death?”

“Yes.”

You stare, trying to not show any of your fright or anger, what the hell. Becoming their slave leaves the chance of escape… and spying. Swallowing and as flat as you can you answer, “fine then.”

That was 6 months ago. In those 6 months, you’ve been housed, clothed, fed, bathed, every need was met, Uraume took you in and began to teach you to cook as well. You even have seen Sukuna up close now, but you’ve yet to talk to him, however he does seem… amused by you in particular?

You’ve been planning the escape route and are pretty sure you’ve got it down now, all that’s left is to execute it! … there is one issue. Uraume has you glued to their hip. Constantly. The only private moments you’ve had is when you need to sleep, but that’s the shared servants room so you’re surrounded by people, and when you’re using the chamber pot. Not a single good window.

Tonight however, Sukuna had gone off to go hunting, and he usually takes Uraume, who takes you with. However this time, you seemed to have been left behind! You’ve finally gained enough trust!

Grabbing the secret emergency bag you begin to sneak, readying to leave. In the west wing of the shrine, there’s a room you never see being used, it’s basically empty of everything, and only has a single closet. It’s just an extra room, but it does have a screen that lead into the garden, where there are trees you can climb to scale the wall.

Swift meet carry you as quietly as possible as you hurry through the halls rounding to the door of the room. You reach out and start pulling it open but freeze once you spot them. There in the center, with a bed roll laid out, is Uraume.

That isn’t what startled you the most however. If they were sleeping you were confident enough that you could sneak past. No, what startles you is what Uraume is doing.

A small ice formation supports them as they are hunched over it, naked, hand reached down and stroking along their cock. They’re squeezing and milking out thick sticky ropes of pre that dangles in the bare illumination of the room. You watch them give long, firm strokes their hips giving small jerks each time they reach their tip.

“Ngh- haaahhh, just-just like that,” they hum, and you can see the hot breaths of air, the clouds fading away and you feel yourself give a small sharp intake. Which was loud enough that Uraume’s sensitive ears could hear, to your demise. In a blink, they’re in your face with ice capturing you and holding a sharpened ice blade to your throat.

Both of your eyes widen when you see each other and realization settles in. You’re pulled in to their room, the door sealing behind you with ice, and you’re thrown to the bamboo mats the ice cracking off of you. You scramble to flip around not sure if you’re about to be killed and need to fight-

Uraume has just a blanket loosely pulled around themself and look… embarrassed but there’s something else. You stare eyes betraying and slowly moving to look them over, or what you can see of them. Despite the deceptively thin looking frame they’re strong, like the dancers you’ve seen, they look slim but are so strong. Uraume, unlike many others, was also quite pale, with their stark white hair that only some sorcerers had but theirs seemed different. Then the tent being pitched it the blanket, that was far bigger than you thought it’d be.

Heat builds in your cheeks when you look back up and see the slight smug smile on their face, “ you’ve finally come to see me, or… am I misreading things?”

‘Finally’ come to see them? Were they… thinking of you?! Their feet are quiet moving to stand in front of you as you swallow looking up not sure what to do but gods they did look good. Uraume looks down calculating and stepping to the side offering a path to the door, “if you, do not wish to bed with me, please take your leave and we can pretend this never happened. Just forget of my feelings and of this.”

Your face burns more glancing between the door and them, you bite your lip and say fuck it to everything. You shift more to be on your knees facing them and they give a small smile. Uraume moves letting the blanket slip away from their body as they move to stand in front of you, their tip tapping against your lips, a string of gooey pre slick between your lips.

Tentatively you lick it from your lips almost expecting it to be cold or frosting but no, it was warm but lacked any flavor. A hand finds its way to resting on your head to guide and urge you to do more, take more. Pushing past your lips their smooth length glides along your tongue till it bumps the back of your throat making you gag a bit.

“Almost to the base, impressive,” Uraume praises but it feels like taunting more than anything. You’re about to move but they surprise you again, taking initiative Uraume starts pumping their cock into your mouth.

They’re holding your head still with one hand and the other has reached down to stroke themself halfway while the other half pushes in and out of your mouth. They pull out to make you kiss their tip before pushing back in with an excited little jerk of their hips, greedy for pleasure. With each kiss to their leaking cock you swallow the cream they were leaving in your mouth.

“Filthy, you’re just letting me use your mouth,” Uraume hisses, panting with each thrust. Your warm, wet mouth squeezing around their cock and watching you swallow while kissing their tip. A fire lit under their feet moving both hands to your head to fuck into your face, loving your look of surprise.

“You-you, look good sucking me off, with- mmmh- my juices all over your pretty lips, “ they praise their voice starting to shake much like their rhyth. You could tell they were getting close so you eagerly start squeezing and squishing your tongue against their cock milking every drop you can as they gasp before smirking and starting to fuck into you mouth harder not caring if they were hurting your throat, just lost in pleasure.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you grabbed their hips trying to urge them to slow but they barely relented watching you squirm. You hear their breathing hitch and their hips stutter more frequently in your grasp their cock twitching in your mouth. In a swift motion they pull out reaching down to jerk themself as ropes of hot sticky cum spurt onto your face and lips, dripping onto your chest and hands that move to catch what falls.

Uraume pants milking and squeezing, their balls tightening and pulsing, while their tip oozes strings of cum. You’re a mess, covered in thick ropes of cum, sweaty, face burning and the heat between your own legs very much there. Finally those beautiful plum eyes open to look to you, “get yourself cleaned, you were… wonderful. Good job.”

You get up readying to leave to wash off licking at some of the cum on your face when they call for you, “once finished, return here.”

You blink before nodding, “yes, Master Uraume-“

“Just, just Uraume is fine. When we’re alone together.”

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

medialog april 2k25

ok first of all i just want to say that a few years ago i decided i would start always counting months monday to sunday, four weeks with a few fives, and this year april was a 5-week month, so this is actually not late and also that’s why thunderbolts, a movie i saw on may 4th, is on my april list (because i am a crazy person). ok anyway

books

toni morrison, playing in the dark: whiteness and the literary imagination — obviously great, but what i appreciated most about it was the way that morrison takes pains to clarify that her present interest is in the literary uses of blackness in american literature — its place in the toolbox of american writers — separate from the question of whether or not such and such author/book “is” racist. i am similarly very interest in projects that explore this kind of question from a formal, aesthetic perspective, which is not to say a depoliticized one but to observe that politics makes it known formally and aesthetically as much as it does didactically. there are much more interesting things to say about this stuff than “that’s racist” even though the existence of this phenomenon is of course inseparable from racism.

jennette mccurdy, i’m glad my mother is dead — as good as you’ve heard, and then some. often genuinely quite brutal to read, but told with a clarity and lightness (sometimes even a bracing and dark sense of humor!) that speaks both to what must have been enormous psychoemotional work on mccurdy’s part and to a real command of what she wants to say, which is in some ways the most moving aspect of the book—she talks about writing being a desire authentic to her, one her mother stifled, and it’s really gratifying to see proof in the book you’re reading that she’s good at it. she’s really deft with what details to include, and with the way that she writes her own present-tense first-person perspective in a way that never outpaces her own understanding at a given point in the narrative but still makes it unmistakable for the reader exactly what’s going on. also contains some of the most unflinching writing about EDs — across the spectrum — that i’ve read.

f. scott fitzgerald, tender is the night — i’ve said my piece on this already but: changed me as a person, forged me as a writer, the most gorgeously written book in the english language, weirder and more complicated and funnier than i remember every time i go back to it, never fails to move me profoundly in the closing sequence

suzanne collins, sunrise on the reaping — i just like the hunger games… i think objectively this is probably the weakest of the series because it’s basically the same as the first book but while haymitch is quite lovable especially given the affection readers will bring from his role in the OG trilogy, and while collins’s knack for sketching instantly memorable and likable characters that it’s really fucked up to watch die remains intact, there is just no competing with katniss, as perfectly constructed a protagonist as children’s lit has ever seen. but i read it in like three days and it was so sad and fucked up it almost made my tummy hurt (there’s one scene in particular i have to imagine will be toned down for the screen adaptation…) and the post-series epilogue made me cry for real lmao.

elif batuman, the idiot — i guess this book does what it sets out to do but wow i just could not care about this person or the “events” that “happened” (generous use of the words) at any point in this book at all. i actually also finished this one in three days but it was because i was so bored that i couldn’t bear the idea of waking up over and over in a world where i still had more of this book to read. i just didn’t care about anyone or anything or find the prose or scenes pleasurable in any way except for like 3 times one of which was that really funny line about eating a baguette where she’s like “the baguette required ear muscles i had lost in two million years of evolution,” that was great. but overall i was just not on the wavelength. i also was very annoyed by batuman’s use of repetition for comedic (...?) effect / pseudonaturalism (...?)... i didn’t find it funny or convincing and i noticed it really early so it just felt like a tic and every time she did it again i was like ENOUGH ALREADY.

david carr, the night of the gun: a reporter investigates the darkest story of his life. his own. — i like addiction memoirs because i have always felt a very profound “there but for the grace of god go i” resonance with substance abuse and i tend to find them oddly relatable despite never being even a moderately heavy user of literally anything. i also like stuff about the unreliability of memory. so i was the target demo for this book more or less and my review should not be taken as objective, but i thought this was pretty great. two anecdotes that sort of boil down this book’s deal: (1) there��s a part early on where he says something like “would you like my story if i said i was a fat thug who dealt bad coke and beat women? what if i said i was a father of two in recovery who had gotten sober to raise my twin girls? well both are true, so.” (2) the incident that spurred him into final rehab/full sobriety* for real was not the birth of his twin daughters but the night he left them in the backseat of the car to go get cocaine… which he remembered as both taking place shortly after their spring births and being cold enough to dress them in their snowsuits, a contradiction resolved when his brother reminded him he had in fact spent several months shooting cocaine while theoretically being a father. (*asterisk because this also includes, unusually in recovery memoirs, a section about his later relapse into alcoholism.) if that sounds like a guy you want to read a book about you’d probably like it too!

charles king, every valley: the desperate lives and troubled times that made handel’s messiah — this is one of those books that sort of uses one thing as a hook to take us on a little historical tour, in this case messiah acting as the excuse to lead us around 18th century england (mostly), its deranged political climate, its mix of enlightenment philosophy and often miserable living conditions sprinkled with steady outbursts of violence, its theater scene (including a truly bananas series of events surrounding suzannah arne, who makes her way in because she was one of the soloists in the first performances of messiah). i don’t care too much about this period in this place and i did kinda want a slightly deeper dive into messiah itself, but i had fun. i particularly appreciated the inclusion of the story of ayuba diallo, an educated and wealthy west african who got kidnapped into slavery on the way to doing some slave trading of his own and somehow talked his way out of it, becoming a bit of a british curiosity before heading home, no more antislavery than he left but having talked the royal african company into offering a ransom option for enslaved muslims… fascinating stuff.

george eliot, silas marner — i just feel like maybe no one has ever understood human psychology and behavior better than eliot did… this book is quite short (less than 200 pages) and its length and the clockwork nature of its plot give it the feel of a fable or a parable, but it’s so astonishingly dense with how many observations about the ways people can be she works into her sweet little story of redemption. she’s just such a warm, funny, wise narrator, it’s wonderful to be allowed to see the world the way she sees it… and it’s crazy that this book is a century and a half old, describing a world old-fashioned by the time it was published, and soooo many little moments, reactions, etc. feel so timeless and modern and fresh… like dolly telling silas “oh don’t bother to buy her baby clothes, she’ll outgrow them right away, i have some hand-me-downs you can use,” a conversation probably happening all over the world right now. this book also has some of the best writing i’ve ever seen about how great it is to hang out with a baby… at one point the baby pouts for her shoes to be removed and then after silas takes them off “baby was at once happily occupied with the primary mystery of her own toes, inviting silas, with much chuckling, to consider the mystery too.” like… that’s so real… babies literally do love to ponder the mystery of their own toes…!

george saunders, tenth of december — HELL YEAH FUCKIN RIGHT!!! finally i came across a story collection i actively enjoyed reading… saunders is weird and inventive and fun and funny and interestingly moralistic (not a criticism), and really above all i just loved reading his voice, i would have let him take me anywhere. i think my favorite story was the collection opener “victory lap,” which introduces to a pollyanna-ish young girl and then has her get child abducted… but is not remotely a story about how her sunny worldview is proven wrong. i was really pleased and moved by that. but honestly i enjoyed reading every story in the book. great stuff! wonderful times!

jenny offill, dept. of speculation — this was alright. i thought the writing was pretty good and i basically enjoyed it on a sentence level — it’s a novel told in short little bursts of prose, not even vignettes really, some almost aphoristic, and some of these were real knockouts in terms of being poignant or unexpected or funny. and i more or less liked reading the day to day observational stuff, the chapter about the actual horror of bedbugs, the early parenting material… unfortunately i was not compelled at all by the actual plot, which hinges on the disruption and subsequent repair of the marriage after the husband’s affair… some of my best friends are adultery novels but this one made me feel like the people who complain they are tired of litfic about professors and affairs (the protagonist is a writer/creative writing professor which… also a hard sell tbh. this is just not as interesting as writers want it to be). it also really had me like… man, the standards for men are so low it’s crazy… he fucks some girl at work or whatever and then we never like actually see him putting in any effort whatsoever into fixing things, we’re told she has to drag everything out of him in couples therapy, and then the thing that fixes it is they move out of brooklyn to the country…? girl stand up… i just did not buy the emotional resolution of this story at all even a little bit and i truly feel like to do so you have to have internalized a certain psychological weight and depth to the concept of “marriage” which is inseparable from having the most minimal emotional standards in the world for men. all that said i did find the format creatively/artistically stimulating to think about and potentially useful to tuck away thoughts about for the future.

david grann, killers of the flower moon: the osage murders and the birth of the FBI — this was really good and also (appropriately) incredibly upsetting. grann is a clean and thoughtful writer and he tells an incredibly compelling narrative about a series of acts beyond comprehension in the depth of their evil. he also makes a point of citing osage historians & writers repeatedly, which i appreciated. i always feel guilty about finding the investigative/procedural side of stuff fascinating but well… it was…. as was the stuff about hoover’s reforms & ambitions and the case’s role as early PR buzz for the FBI (including an episode of their radio show about it… yikes!). what is most devastating is what the final portion of the book is dedicated to, which is the reality that after william hale was convicted, the FBI considered the case closed even though hale had not been conclusively linked to all 24 victims of the “reign of terror”… grann traces how his own attempt to learn more from the record about one of the potentially unsolved cases leads to the realization that the scope of white people killing osage indians for their oil money certainly extends far beyond those 24 names, and he does such a good job of articulating the psychic toll that takes on a community for generations that i had to put the last couple chapters down a few times to take some breaths.

movies

the long kiss goodnight - this is a very weird and badly directed movie where geena davis plays an amnesiac who has hired samuel l. jackson to investigate her past and then it turns out she is a CIA agent which makes this the second movie i have seen where brian cox plays a fed in charge of an amnesiac assassin for the US government… i’d only have two nickels etc. the thing that really sinks this i think is that the director just does not understand shane black’s sense of humor at all or have the mastery necessary to walk the tonal tightrope necessitated by the script… but its badness does highlight how fun it is to watch jackson do anything

vanilla sky - weird movie but weird in a way where it’s like a strange high-concept premise with a deliberately confusing middle portion but it’s directed by cameron crowe who’s like the least weird man alive so it’s very normal feeling in a way that feels at odds with its central project…? bold to cast tom cruise at his peak and hide his face under a weird serial killer mask or post-car-crash disfigurement make-up for much of the runtime… his hair looks incredible and also freakishly like that of squall from final fantasy viii. i guess it was fine

companion - please put yellowjackets out of its misery after season 4 so sophie thatcher can go make a million silly horror movies for me to see her in <3 her AND harvey guillén, with a surprise jaboukie appearance? incredibly star-studded cast for the niche demographic of people who live in my apartment. don’t expect it to be any smarter than it needs to be but i had a lot of fun!

jack reacher - tom cruise… i actually don’t know how to classify this. i was going to say spy movie but it’s not really that… there’s some action but it’s not an action movie… but it’s too action heavy to be a legal thriller… i guess just a regular thriller? ish? rosamund pike… honestly might have been miscast but i love watching her so i don’t really mind. one time the mission impossible podcast guys said something about how mcquarrie lights skin in rogue nation and i did find myself watching this thinking everyone’s skin looks great (not great like “great skin” great like “i like the way you put this skin on screen” oh my god that sounds like serial killer language w/e you know what i mean)

the usual suspects - i wanted to watch this mostly because i’m so fascinated by the fac that christopher mcquarrie won an oscar for this screenplay and then couldn’t get a movie made for eight years and now he’s professionally tom cruise’s director more or less. ummm it was alright. the twist was spoiled for me by the key and peele cat poster sketch years ago but was still fun to watch. benicio del toro is sooooo good in every second he’s on screen i needed 300% more of him

high school musical 2 - this movie is crazy lmao the “we spent more than twelve dollars on it this time” vibes are off the charts both in the general look of the movie (which is clearly still a disney channel movie but like… a way more expensive one) and the choreo/group numbers, which have been beefed the fuck UP. the gay brother plays a piano in a pool??? watched this as the first one kinda sotned with one friend who was a fellow novice and two younger millennial friends who sang along with every song except the crazy fake hawaiian racist ashley tisdale number in the middle which they had completely blocked from memory. 10/10 viewing experience no notes

sinners - SLAAAAAPPED. really beautiful to look at for almost the whole time, insanely well-acted, creative and clever and, can’t emphasize this enough, so much more historically grounded than a hollywood product almost ever is… there’s like actual ideas here and they’re connected to reality and they’re expressed in interesting and compelling ways through the metaphorical valence of a pretty sick-ass vampire movie. the final fight scene is a little weak compared to everything else and there were a few points where i was like “ok i get it”... but i really fucking loved living in the world of this movie.

thunderbolts - idk guys… this one really worked for me… i loved bucky as like everybody else’s trauma elder… i loved every single thing florence pugh did in this film… i loved lewis pullman’s twitchy pathetic wet cat vibe and the concept of a character in a superhero movie whose whole deal is that he is seriously, actually incredibly unwell… the yelena/red guardian family stuff here worked way better than it did in black widow (one scene made me cry lol)… no laser lightning fights at ALL… they went as unflashy as possible with some of the effects in ways that made them actually much more effective… unbelievably funny gag in the ending credits art… JLD funny… geraldine viswanathan there??? but also all i ever wanted from these dumbass movies was for them to use silly superhero stuff to tell unsubtle stories about big human feelings and this one marries the content and theme about as well as the MCU’s ever done it, IMO, and definitely the best since before endgame. again there’s a reason despite falling very out of love with the MCU i have never changed my icon on this, a blog i started because i couldn’t shut the fuck up about bucky barnes, so i am not an objective observer here… but i had a great time at the movies

television

the white lotus (s3) - i’m like the only person on earth who hated s2 and therefore had zero expectations going into s3 and so i sort of agree with all the complaints that boil down to “this show is kind of dumb” but didn’t actually mind any of the dumbness at any time. public act of service IMO to introduce gen z to parker posey

yellowjackets (s3) - it’s actually crazy how fucking shitty and bad and stupid and horrible and inane and dumb this season of television was considering how much i loved the show before… like i’ve just never seen anything like it some of the all-time worst writing in the history of the screen. unbelievably bad. surreally bad.

daredevil: born again (s1) - idk fine i guess? reminded me that i did always find charlie cox as matt murdock a really charming performance but in a way where i wished he was in a show i liked rather than one that was… fine. i never made it past season 1 of the netflix series but well it wasn’t homework for two separate ringer podcasts back then so i’ll probably tune in for s2 to access that sweet sweet Content

currently watching: andor, which it turns out everyone on earth correctly identified as Good Actually; we picked up cheers as a chillout sitcom watch and it really makes going to work in a bar where you and your boss sexually harass each other all day look sooooooo appealing

music

had an off month for music bc i started feeling overstimulated generally and couldn’t listen to any music at all for a while and then my phone broke… so not a lot of albums this month. but i have a bunch loaded on to a playlist and am tentatively optimistic about resuming my albums era! (finding my bluetooth headphones would help though.) this month’s single is this gorgeous track by debby friday which starts out light and trancey and goes in a sort of caroline-polacheck-remix-of-everything-is-romantic direction and just soars really beautifully:

ALT BLK ERA, rave immortal - loud & dumb & fun! they’re already wearing out their welcome but i enjoyed it

alisa xayalith, slow crush - i really loved her single “what the hell do we do now” but the album didn’t quite live up to its promise… pretty but mostly forgettable although a couple tracks might stick around

ZORA, Z D A Y - zora’s first 2025 album back in jan was the first new release i really loved and is still one of my faves of the year so i was very disappointed that this one was kind of a miss for me… not sure if it was rushed or if she’s just doing a different vibe but it felt very half-assed and forgettable

Btrickz, 80’z - a charming 11 minutes of chatty-sounding hispanophone rap, not my fave kind of thing but a cool vibe

[kinda-cute-kinda-insane]

Raindrops and the memories it holds.

iso x gn!reader

tags : usage of gun (only for training tho), I imagine the training grounds like in the range so uh it's pretty open, idk man I started playing valorant for like only two months, just fluff I believe errr

(A/n): just short fic, I miss my high school days and the stupid song I used to listen like the angsty teenager I was✋

You sighed in satisfaction as your last bullet hit the head of the training bot, beside you the sound of Iso tidying up his stuff can be heard, silence hung in the air, not awkwardly just the right kind of silence.

"You're done also?" his striking purple eyes stared at you, trying to start a small chit chat with you. "yup, just need to pack my stuff," you replied while wiping the sweat off from your forehead, which he only hummed in acknowledgment.

Too busy in your own thoughts, you both didn't notice the sky getting darker until droplets of water start to fall from the sky. Looking up at the rain you silently said to yourself "huh, I didn't know it would rain today."

"Did you bring umbrella?" the man beside you walked closer to you. "no, I thought it wouldn't rain today," you replied with a sigh, the scent of the rain made you less annoyed about it at least.

"Guess we'll be here for awhile," He shrugged. "boo, I was hoping to sleep right now," you frowned, which Iso only replied with a hum of agreement, you both needed that rest after the training session.

You placed your hand on your hip, oddly enough looking at the rain with fondness, Iso out of curiosity stared at you, the small smile on your face piqued his interest.

Feeling his stare you looked at him "do I have something on my face?" your hands began touching your face making sure you don't look ridiculous in front of him— which could mean nothing.

"For someone who's annoyed about the rain a few minutes ago you look happy," he said in amusement looking at you trying to 'fix' your appearance, oh! you awkwardly laugh at him "yeah it's silly, just remind me of my high school days you know?"

"How come?" he tilted his head in confusion—cute, you feel your face to heat up in embarrassment, in all honestly the nostalgic memories is a bit corny in your opinion.

"I used to watch the couples in my school play around in the rain," you looked up at the sky "it's cute, reminds me of a popular song back then."

His gaze was glued on to your soft smiling face "did you ever joined them?" you let out an awkward laugh "I didn't date anyone at the time, and not much friend to share the memory," you let out a sad sigh. During high school one could admit on how closed off you are, not by chance though, socializing were a bit hard during the awkward teenage phase for some people, you included.

You’ll be lying if you said you didn’t wish you were the one who danced under the rain with their lover, giggling over nothing, dancing around to leave memories that you would remember when thinking about your teenage days.

"What about now?" he continued with his trains of questions not missing any seconds to satisfy his curiosity. "what do you mean?" you looked at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "let's do it, you have a friend to share the memory now," he shrugged as if his words doesn’t affect you in a way it almost made you scream.

"we're both too old to be considered teenage, but never old enough to make memories," he convinced you again. As far as you're aware you both don't have any mission any time soon— except some emergencies one that you might never know when it would come but, other than that it should be okay to have some silly little fun right? well maybe some scolding from Sage for being reckless when you both catch a cold, but it would be nothing but just a slap on the wrist.

"yeah, you're right," you nod at him eagerly, the corner of his mouth lift to a faint smile which if you blink too fast you might miss it. "good, let's go," he took your hand in his, both of your hands were calloused from all of the battles you both fought, but right now they felt so soft and warm.

You both played around under the pouring rain, dancing with rhythmless movement yet with a smile and soft laugh between each movement, each raindrops that fell became the witness of the fun you share, exactly like the sight you used to see of the lovers during your high school days— which could mean nothing.

[mapicccc]

Hi! I know I just sent you an ask a few hours ago but uhm. There's something on my mind.

So I've only been into lifesteal for like. 3 weeks? Maybe a bit more or less. Point being is that I don't know anything about the SMPs history other than the couple of videos I watch & what people live blog about season 6 LMAO. Anyway not important I'm just rambling LMAO sorry I get rambly in these.

ANYWAYS. My question is: When did Devotion Duo start? From what I gather it seems it was around season 4? but idk if that's right. All I know is that they'd had to have been together for a while for their relationship to be where it is now.

I just thought I'd asks since their dynamic seems to be fun & all the analytic posts I find about them seem very interesting (also all the art bangs. not a single miss that I've seen so far). So I'm interested in the very start of it and how it was.

Thought I'd ask you since you seem like the Devotion Expert around these parts /silly.

technicallyyyyy they go all the way to s2 when zam was added and have teamed at least partially Every Season since then, but due to s2 vods missing + a lot of current fandom members (including me) getting in during s4 + Their Arc happening then, s4 is veryyy popular with them.

short version, I have a list of vods going over one arc that revolves around them here

what i mean by Their Arc:

a small break down of s4 with them, zam first got back on ls about a month late so everyone else was already in teams, he kinda just gravitated towards mapicc and ro (teammate awesome) before officially joining them (vod here, around 3:38. zam works in a lot of their plans, he was a part of the prison (a short event where TA locked players in and offered a reward to get them out), medusa (lead by roshambo and helped by mapicc & zam, he worked to turn spawn building into obituary and covered his tracks by trying to seem like they were the ones searching for the culprit), and most notably, dupe war. dupe war was a project by spoke invloslving mass during of items and gear, claiming to use it to defeat another team (APO, not crazy important here) (in reality it was involved with wormhole stuff but fell through). as lot of dupe war wasn't streamed so we don't know exactly zams thought process through it all, but at the end of the war when all exploits were meant to be destroyed, mapicc revealed he and spoke hid away some stashes. zam was acting like this was fine while they were there but spent a Considerable amount of time after they had left debating taking these dupe stashes, ultimately deciding they would be best in his hands.

this was the catalyst for castle arc, an arc revolving around devotions and affecting them Heavily.

mapicc saw it as a betrayal, and did not take kindly. when they had their team awesome meeting (commonly referred to as Home sweet home, hsh for short) to confront zam, numerous times mapicc mentions wishing he could go with what zam said but no longer trusting him. I Highly recommend watching this vod if not any others, it is the single vod is have watched the most. I also have a transcript of it here (don't mind the typos, I still haven't gotten around to editing it)

and All of that is just lead up to castle arc, where mapicc hunts zam down again and again and again. while not part of castle arc, over the course of almost the whole season mapicc finds 4(mightve been 5?) of zams bases, it's a scene of hatred and carnage and violence.

and yet.

they still end the season together.

mapicc still choses zam over anyone else, over ro who had been by his side the entire time, over spoke who gave him power, he wanted to end the server with zam as the chaos of wormhole was concluding.

they really are a despite everything situation. anyone else would have refused to work together after what they had been through, but that wasn't even the first time they fought together after the betrayal. they have this constant yearning to be by each other's sides, whether that be for or against.

a very important quote for them, the source of their name, "and all of my devotion turns violent"

soooo that's s4!!!!!!!!!!! I'm gonna be honest I don't know s5 devotions that well (would recommend asking @derww about them if you want to know more) as for s6 there's just. so many small things. mapicc wanting zam to come back to fighting after refusing for so long, being so excited when he agrees. early empire streams he was wishing he was teaming with zam again. zam Constantly bringing up mapicc yesterday when thinking about teaming with derap. like he did Not need to do that. it's so amazing the way their devotion has evolved.

I've had issues in the past with links not embedding so also putting them down here in order just in case

[hwnglx]

jake is so relatable oh wait we have the same zodiac placements. the scorpio and cancer month idols seem to struggle the most with their environment and even other members. other readers seem to paint jake as a bit of a player but couod that just be because hes too reliant on himself? again relatable af.

hmm, well it's a bit of everything. tbh, i could go on and on about jake, that man is.. as complex as they come.

one thing i can say for sure though, is that he's probably the idol with the strongest drive i've read for till now. never had anyone who gave me sexual energy, almost everytime i read for them, the way he does. at this point it makes me laugh at times while reading, like.. awkay, there we go again.

i didn't really feel the need to touch on that in my on cam vs. off cam reading though, since we don't need to be including that everytime. there's so many different sides to a person..

one thing about people with strong scorpio energy, especially when heavily aspecting their venus; they're usually “all or nothing” type of lovers.

combine that with jake's independent and freedom-seeking aries moon, which can make him burn very hot at a fast pace, but cool down just as quickly as well. that's like a recipe for fondness of one-time affairs with no strings attached, especially if the individual enjoys physical encounters.

however, i've also seem him being capable of falling in actual love. once jake falls, he falls hard and intensely, and does genuinely try to remain put. he seems much more self-aware than one would think, but whether he always goes through with what he actually wants to do, is.. a different question. he's just impulsive, and can get overtaken by his bad habits.

i have to note, according to the energy i have picked up on, he's been leaning more into his non-committal side for a good while now. there do seem to be a good few reasons for that, but i touched on that a little while ago right here.

as i said, i could go on writing essays about jake, because he's just someone with a lot of different layers.

[vesseloflukola]

PR Relationship/Misdirection or Hard Launch?

As you know, I believe we have gotten a LOT of misdirection from this fandom lately. I believe as more and more goes on bts, additional misdirection is needed.

I STILL believe that Nicola and Luke are together and very private. I also still believe that they have given us quite of few wonderful crumbs that point to them being together.

We have not seen or heard from Luke in quite some time, so it was nice to see him out and about, looking dashing I might add. What we were not counting on was who would be out and about with him.

He showed up to the Boss One Premiere Party in London tonight with none other than Antonia. We have not seen her in his presence since last July. Almost exactly six months ago…how odd.

I honestly don’t think they have been together since then. I feel like Luke and Nic decided that now is the time for a big distraction. I think Antonia would jump at the chance to be more visible and network, so she agreed to it.

The video’s and pic’s definitely showed the same from Luke that pic’s of the two of them did last summer…unease and discomfort. He has never looked happy standing next to her. Weird, that! Yet, when he is standing next to Nic, he can’t seem to get close enough to her, he can’t touch her enough, he can’t stop looking at her, and he can’t stop smiling. It really is night and day.

What I did find different than last summer is that Antonia didn’t seem so happy and comfortable to be standing next to him this time. There is just something so off about the pic’s and the timing. Something smells fishy.

Ok, I wasn’t able to finish this post before my plans tonight, so I left it in my drafts. I have since seen the “loved up” video of Luke and Antonia. I will admit, it looked pretty realistic for a couple in love. I would maybe even believe it if I had not seen pic’s and video from earlier in the night.

Let’s see…what did the “loved up” video remind me of? Oh yes! Some pictures we got not too long ago of our lovely two apples tall heroine, as she went shopping and frolicking through an alley and streets of London with her “bestie”, hamming it up for the camera. Truth be told, both couples knew the camera’s were there. Also, both Nic and Luke have told us how private they both are with their relationships. Gee…and both Nic and Luke are getting paired up with 20 something partners. Wow…Nic and Luke have SO much in common…who would have thought!

Ok, now let’s talk about the possible hard launch. So, Luke claimed to be single during the World Tour. When Papgate 1.0 happened on June 13th, Luke looked pissed, gave claw hands, and still didn’t claim Antonia as his girlfriend. We get random pic’s of Luke with his group of friends (including Antonia) where he never looks happy to be standing next to her. We get Papgate 2.0 where lifeguard Luke looks so much more enthralled by talking to his best friend’s girlfriend than he did with the girl in his arms. We then see both Antonia and Rory show where Luke is in real time and we find out that he left the Italy trip without his friends early.

We also have articles where he says how much he wants to keep his romantic relationships private. First off, he could have claimed Antonia at any time and still kept their relationship private.

So then we have the next 6 months where Luke does not pop up very often at all. During this time, Antonia is constantly taunting the fandom by posting whenever Nic posts. If they were together, why would Luke be ok with this? Some people in the fandom are also not being very nice to Antonia. Luke does nothing. While at the same time, if anyone in the fandom thinks Luke has snubbed Nic in any way, Luke immediately corrects the narrative.

Luke also likes every one of Antonia’s Insta posts. Why would he need to do that if he was always with her. Doesn’t that seem odd?

For the question of the night…after Six months of not being seen together, photographed together, or a relationship claimed…why would private relationship Luke decide to hard launch his girlfriend on a random Thursday night in January? Let me know if YOU have any ideas why, because I sure don’t.

[icarustypicalfall]

Sooooorrrry

but my last ask for you ... it did turn out amazing.

So what if Alejandro, Rudi, Soap and Ghost caught a recruit who was a little too long on the… at her cleavage for a little too long. Maybe even make a trashy comment? Or even attment to smack buttom? In any case, he's a bit too intrusive.

How would the guys react to that?Do they let him run extra laps? Yell at them?

I am so excited!

aww, i am glad you liked it :)

i am going to change a bit so it doesn't bother anyone or trigger any bad stuff :3

the other request in question

MASTERPOST ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

COD MEN REACTION TO READER GETTING BOTHERED BY A SOLDIER

including: Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy

warnings: sfw, no dark stuff, slight to no description of harassment, swearing, comfort, they are military men but are such protective cuties.

note: i preferred not to include anything that would make anyone upset, i understand how much one's imagination would like to dive into ideas but i prefer keeping things sometimes light, as i don't like any type of violence or harassment and i simply avoid writing it for a completely comforting account. <3

“Confused as I felt about him, he was my escape, my reminder that there was another world I could join.”

Ghost

You were his trusted companion, his wife, working side by side since the very beginning. While he observed from the shadows, you took charge of training the fresh recruits. With a nod of approval and the occasional glance in your direction, he silently watched over you, a constant presence.

As you demonstrated the proper combat techniques to the recruits, one of them dared to make a snarky comment. Ignoring his insolence, you continued with the lesson. But his audacity grew, as his eyes shamelessly roamed over your body, while he mocked you alongside his fellow recruits.

The urge to throw him out of the training ground was almost overwhelming. Clearly, he did not deserve a place in this esteemed institution. However, Ghost stepped into the circle, causing the recruits to fall silent, their eyes filled with fear. He cast a cold gaze upon the disrespectful recruit before uttering words that seemed to carry a smug smirk.

"Since you were so 'attentive' to my wife's lesson, why don't you show us what you can do, hmm?"

The recruit's face paled, finally realizing the gravity of his transgressions. He hadn't anticipated the consequences of disrespecting both you and Ghost. Nodding in guilt, he faced Ghost, knowing that he stood no chance against someone of his caliber. Ghost wasted no time in pinning him to the ground, shaking his head in disapproval. Venom dripped from his tongue as he murmured coldly.

"If you dare to disrespect her again, you won't even have the chance to apologize, you useless rat."

Soap

It was a bitterly cold day, the weather almost unbearable. As Soap spoke to you about your remarkable progress in the hallway, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You had joined the ranks only a few months ago, yet you had made significant strides. Soap couldn't deny that you had caught his eye from the moment he laid eyes on you. It was almost enough to tolerate the annoyance of the other recruits, who were envious of the attention he bestowed upon you during training.

Amidst a joke that Soap shared, a recruit walked by and brazenly smacked your rear, laughing alongside his comrades as they mocked you. Shocked and stunned, you looked at him with disbelief. Never before had anyone treated you with such disrespect during your time in training. Soap noticed the tears welling up in your eyes.

Something inside him tightened, as if your tears were a physical pain. A deep sense of justice welled up within him, overwhelming his senses. He couldn't ignore it any longer. Barking the recruit's name, Soap grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall, his face contorted with anger.

"Now you're not so brave, you little shit," Soap scolded the soldier, his grip unyielding. "Fifty laps around the base, now."

The recruit paled, realizing that the weather was far too cold to be running outside. A sarcastic smirk played on Soap's lips as he added, "I better see sweat, or I swear to God I'll make you dig your own grave, you bastard."

Alejandro

You were his beloved civilian wife, paying a visit to him at the base. As he introduced you to his second-in-command and other important figures, Alejandro couldn't help but notice that one of the soldiers kept his distance. While the other recruits chatted happily with you, excited to finally meet the wife of their esteemed Colonel, this particular soldier sat apart.

Alejandro had a fiery temper, and you often found yourself keeping him grounded to prevent him from causing chaos. His fury simmered as he observed the soldier's lingering gaze upon your body, making it clear that he intended to teach the insolent recruit a lesson. With a nod to his trusted subordinate, Rodolfo, Alejandro silently instructed him to keep an eye on you while he dealt with the situation.

Grabbing the soldier by his collar, Alejandro forcefully propelled him out of the room. Sensing trouble, you followed him, searching for your husband. It didn't take long to find him, his knuckles bruised and his face filled with a mix of satisfaction and anger.

You sighed, knowing him all too well. There was no need to ask what had transpired. You simply took out your handkerchief and gently wrapped it around his bruised hand, applying slight pressure as you tilted your head.

"Still alive?" you asked, your voice filled with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Of course, amor. Death would be a blessing compared to what he'll face in training next time," Alejandro replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked at him. "You're a dangerous man, Alejandro Vargas. Handsome, but very dangerous."

He laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you walked back into the room. "Isn't that why you married me?"

Rudy

You were not just his best friend's sister but also a valued colleague, working alongside Rudy as a medic in the bustling base. Your kindness and beauty had captivated him from the start, drawing him closer with each passing day. And although you possessed the Vargas family's fiery temper, he couldn't help but find it endearing, often sharing a laugh at your passionate outbursts.

As you sat together in the mass hall, enjoying a lunchtime conversation about a movie you had watched the other day (bonus you cuddled together on the couch in his room, as the cinema tickets you bought had mysteriously dissapered).

Rudy couldn't help but be taken aback when he noticed someone staring at you from a distance. At first, you tried to brush it off, thinking it was due to your laughter with the sergeant. However, it soon became apparent that some of the recruits had their eyes fixed on you, their unwavering gazes lingering on your body. A sense of unease washed over you.

Ever the attentive man, Rudy immediately stood up, making his way towards the recruits with a steely determination. His anger burned like an inferno as he confronted them, his words laced with a fiery threat in his fast-paced Spanish.

"I better see you apologizing to her, or I'll make your lives a living hell, ¿entienden?"

You were taken aback by the scene that unfolded before you. Later, you came across the same three recruits in the medic bay, their bodies bearing the marks of a well-deserved lesson. They didn't dare meet your gaze as they offered their apologies before quickly exiting the room. Rudy followed suit, a sweet smile gracing his lips. This man, with his calm and collected demeanor, always managed to surprise you.

Unable to contain your gratitude, you wrapped your arms around him in a warm embrace. Rudy, caught off guard by the sudden display of affection, happily returned the gesture, his grin widening.

"Don't worry, cariño. They wouldn't dare to bother you again."

sobbing right now

[ro-presents-jenniferjareaushorts]

REQUESTED

jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader

includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.

After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.

Basic fluff

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.

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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.

JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.

She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.

"Are you almost ready?"

You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.

"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"

JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."

"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."

You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."

JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.

Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."

Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"

"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"

Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."

The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.

"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.

Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."

Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."

Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."

Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."

Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.

"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.

You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."

"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."

Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."

You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.

JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"

Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"

"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.

You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."

"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."

JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.

"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.

Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."

Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.

She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.

Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.

Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.

"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."

Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"

"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."

"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.

"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."

"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.

The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.

"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."

"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."

Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.

It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.

By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.

"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.

[universalincubal]

Hey everyone.

I'm a very sick trans man, living in Indianapolis, Indiana. I rent a cheap apartment with my permanently disabled trans man partner.

We've been homeless together, almost died together, it's been over three years with him now. But our lives have fallen apart.

I've just lost my job because I became very ill ~12 weeks ago. There are growths in my pelvis and I've had recurrent infections for 18 months straight. The lymph nodes all over my body are swollen and hurt insanely bad. Now, my bones feel like they're being chewed on from the inside, or like they're on fire. I have severe brain fog and seizures and memory loss. I'm bleeding at the wrong times, too often. I can't relieve myself all the way or enough times. I've been hiding how sick I am but it's too damaging. I need treatment and have no insurance.

We have no money for bills or food and may lose our apartment. I've been making trips to food pantries when the pain eases a bit. The last date I was able to work was April 16th. We blew through the tax return a while ago.

I was cut from Medicaid after my last ER visit. I reapplied and was denied. We receive no income from the government to live.

I'm trying to find a job with health insurance day one that I can physically manage but I can barely stand up straight, I don't know how I'm gonna lie to anyone.

I promised my partner I would take care of him for the rest of our lives. My genetic risk for cancer is very high and now I'm scared it may be coming for me. I'm only 22, I can't let this go on anymore. I'm bedridden.

I need to come up with a real fundraiser or something but I'm too braindead to do it yet so this is my desperate plea to not lose our home while I try to get a better fundraiser going, and get to a doctor who would listen to me.

All money donated will be used toward rent due July 1st, some food, and bills like our phone and buying CBD for my pain management, it's the only thing that works anymore. Rent is $785/m, which includes a flat fee for utilities and a waiver fee (lack of renter's insurance).

I don't know who this will reach but thank you. Any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks again. I'll update as I receive donations and make sure to thank you personally if I can (dm/ask box is ok!). Hugs everyone.

https://cash.app/$fjames2003

[youremyheaven]

Can you elaborate on your experiences with goddess worship? 🩷🩷

I started my journey with goddess worship in 2022. Chanting has always appealed to me and chanting mantras (beej mantras of the deity in question) while visualising the deity is how it started for me. I was drawn to a certain Goddess almost instinctively even though I did not know much about her up until that point and connecting with her energy made me feel really good. I felt bodily sensations that felt powerful and by chanting, it's akin to embodying the energy of the Goddess within yourself and making yourself sacred??? I remember how during the height of my practice, I'd get told often that I emanate a certain "glow" and that I had a very sage like aura lmao. I just remember being stared at often and being perceived in an almost exalted way.

However late 2022- much of 2023 was a tough time for me and I fell out of touch with my practice and really suffered as a result. I felt myself go haywire, I gained more weight, my hair was falling out in chunks, my skin was breaking out and it's like I did a 180 😭 I felt really lost spiritually and otherwise and struggled to feel any kind of balance. And these had very physical repercussions for me.

Then obviously, I found my way back and I regained fresh perspective and how important my practices including Goddess worship have been in shaping my internal landscape. Several months ago, I struggled with severe anxiety and it was prayer that helped me get through it. During those times yoga did feel a bit mechanical or robotic but I kept doing it simply because I'd rather do it than not do it.

Finding my way back into the practice has taught me so much. Spirituality is truly a calling and no matter how much you read/research/practice, unless the Divine calls you, you will remain blind to the true nature of living. This is not to discourage anyone, in fact I suggest deep diving into it yourself and see what you gain from it. It's worthwhile to keep showing up everyday until you're called in further.

Also no spiritual practice makes you invulnerable. You're still human and you'll still make mistakes and be hurt/upset but you will have more grace moving through these experiences. You'll suffer less than others who make suffering their entire personality. One cannot embody the Goddess without also embodying her boundless mercy, infinitude reservoir of strength and tranquility.

It's always amusing to me when people say things like "oh why did the goddess not give you $5 billion and your dream life, what's even the purpose of worship them???" or "how can you be spiRitUaL when you watch movies/listen to music/are involved with men???". Being spiritually evolved does not mean you turn into a Zen master who lives in a cave.

The Goddess is not a vending machine. You want xyz things bc we live in a capitalist society where you're taught to value them. The Goddess gives you internally and when you're sorted within, you can make strides in life. Obviously she also often throws miracles your way but it's important to understand that the purpose of prayer and worship is not making $$$ or whatever. Im not saying you shouldn't pray for money or material things just that you shouldn't look at prayer as some kind of quick fix for financial woes???

You can still have a life, hobbies, interests etc and you don't have to "transcend" beyond them. You don't become less Zen by shaking your ass to Nicki Minaj 😬

However it will be hard to be a part of stan culture and celebrity worship because you won't care anymore and it won't feel right?? We worship money, fame and celebrities because our soul craves for connection and worship is inherently a part of our making. But it's important to not worship false gods (like money, fame and celebrities). Remember you are what you worship.

My personality has changed remarkably in the last couple of years and maybe even every few months, i feel like a new person and that's another feature of one's evolution. It's easier to accept and imbibe fresh insights and be comfortable with growth and change.

The concept of mantra purusha (which is different but similar to all the chanting ive been doing all along) is still very new to me (thank you to that anon who lmk about it) but Im reading David Frawley's book and it's all kind of coming together.

Goddess worship helps me feel connected to a profound nurturing spirit, a tranquil cosmic bliss, divine sensuality and ultimate peace and abundance.

All that said, do not start your Goddess worship unless you're prepared to commit to it daily and tbh once you start and feel its effect, you probably will want to worship everyday hehe

its actually helped me embody femininity in a way that did not feel limiting instead more transcendent, powerful and beyond whatever society tells you to be.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

status of babbit's life yeehaw

tl,dr: busy moving and a couple of other big life things that just complicate things, but well on the way to being back to normal! new fic chapters and better quality art coming soon.

tl,wr (too long, will read):

Helloooo what's up its me, Babbit. or Rabbit. or Bones. or Idiot Moron Menace Child, idk im not picky lol

i know a lot of you guys have been wondering wtf is up with my upload schedule lately and the extreme lack of even basic content and also i am extremely aware that i have not updated my fics in a few millennia and for that i am very, very sorry. this post is to answer a few questions you might have, if anyone was curious about the 'reason' instead of just the 'when.'

my family and i have had a hell of a year, y'all. like, jesus christ, i really hope things level out and calm down for a while once we're moved in to our new apartment bc god damn we are so tired. the list goes: 1. we got kicked out of the house we were renting-to-own bc we wouldn't be able to afford the new rate, so they gave us two months to find a new place to live (not long enough, it turns out) and then foreclosed to get us out. 75% of our belongings were still in the house when we had to leave. that includes all of our christmas ornaments- including the ones kept for decades, and the ones made by me and my siblings, and the fancy ones made from blown glass. 2. the first night out of the house, one of our dogs, freaked out by the strangeness of the situation, panicked and slipped her harness and ran off. that was over a year ago. we haven't seen her since. 3. my cat got very ill and became unable to eat. she passed away almost exactly a year ago. she had been 14-15, and had been my baby since i was maybe 8. 4. one of the tires on my dads car blew out. during the night, while it was parked on the curb so he could put the spare on in the morning, one of the in-tact tires was fucking stolen LMAO 5. we applied to rent at so many places and got rejected so, so many times. it costs money to apply, btw. we're talking like $200+. no, u don't get that money back. 6. i lost my job bc knowing i would have to work 8 hours at a job that stresses me out to the point of exhaustion (at a place where no one takes me seriously and would actively laugh at me when i try to express my need to step away for a minute) sometimes paralyzed me and made me sick to my stomach and made me feel unable to leave the house, and i called out one too many times. a day after my birthday, too! 7. just recently, like within the last week, my dad's car got fuckin totalled!!!!!

THE GOOD NEWS IS WE OFFICIALLY, FINALLY, AFTER A SOLID YEAR, HAVE AN APARTMENT!!!!! I'LL HAVE MY OWN ROOM AGAIN!!! THERE'S AN ENTIRE KITCHEN!!!!!!!

the 'oh god' news is we still have to move in, and replace a lot of the stuff that we just couldn't take with us when we moved out (mostly stuff like bookshelves, dining table, dressers, etc) AND get the few things we could cram into a storage center out and moved into the new place, which isn't a lot but at the same time is more than we can realistically handle on our own. and then, we have to get my mums cats (a pair of kitty sisters that we had to temporarily house with my aunt, who got tired of looking after them and let them outside to be outdoor cats a few months ago. yes, this was an extremely shitty thing to do, and we've been working hard to get them back safely) AND my gecko (who my cousin has been looking after, even tho feeding him worms freaks him out LMAO yes i plan on compensating him) moved in, as well... basically oh my god there is so much to worry about but at the same time it's nice to have to worry about it bc it means we're making progress sdkfhsjdkfhdsjfh

basically i am just so tired but so busy and also thinkin abt so much im so sorry for lack of stuff but i am so looking forward to being able to bounce back, pls stick with me, it'll be sorted out soon i think and then i'll hit y'all with some good stuff i promise!!!!!!!

anyway thank u guys i love u and appreciate u all for sticking around

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 6 | Sorcery

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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”Hey Vince?”

“Hm?” 

“What song are you singing?” Scott asked before he could lose his courage. He already felt bad for interrupting said singing, but he wanted to know what kind of song deserved to have the beat tapped out with a wooden spoon.

“’When The Doves Cry’,” Vincent responded, flashed a smile as he turned away from stove that was boiling some kind of pasta. “Prince came out with it a few months ago. It’s been everywhere, though, so I’m surprised you haven’t heard it.” 

Scott suddenly wanted to take back his question. There were reasons why he both hated and enjoyed asking Vincent questions. Because while his best friend always answered him and never made him feel stupid for asking something considered common sense, it always tended to snowball after that. Led the older teenager to discovering something about Scott that needed to be rectified. 

That wasn’t the part that worried him. When Vincent learned he had a rather limited palate that didn’t include candy, Scott started receiving random pieces whenever they saw each other, as well as the Cawthon’s kitchen getting taken over about once a week. But when he considered just how much Vincent adored music and constantly sings whenever he can, Scott couldn’t help feeling genuine fear this might be the last straw. 

So Scott decided to shrug. Turned back to his homework. 

A hand was placed over his notebook almost immediately, forced him to look up to meet a curious expression. “What aren’t you telling me, Scotty?” 

It was said teasingly, the way Vincent always asked when he knew he found yet another thing Scott was in the dark about. But all he could imagine was the cheshire grin turning into a fierce glare. 

Scott didn’t say anything. Earned a thoughtful hum. “Do you know who Prince is?” 

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening in terror at getting found out. It made Vincent’s smile grow wider. “Scotty, don’t tell me you don’t know any current artist or songs.” 

“...no,” came out in a near silent whisper as his eyes dropped to the floor. He waited for the door to slam shut. For the food being cooked thrown down the sink. 

Neither happened. Vincent started to laugh. “All this time, and you’ve been letting me sing songs you’ve never heard before, and not once you wanted to ask if I was some kind of lyrical genius.” 

Scott tentatively looked up, surprised there was nothing but amusement on Vincent’s face. “I...I knew they came from somewhere. I just, uh, I-I like to hear you sing.” 

Because Scott had never met someone so loud before, unafraid to announce his presence and fill the air with words or singing just because they just felt like doing so. He also never thought people liked being musical outside of church, yet Vincent wouldn’t go anywhere without so much as humming something. 

It was nice. He knew Vincent was there even when the taller stood behind him. It always made everything less daunting, including the large house that surrounded them while they were the only ones inside. 

“For my voice, or for the music?” Vincent asked. 

“The music.” Scott then sputtered, tried to backtrack. “N-Not that your voice isn’t nice to listen to!” 

“You’d be hearing it if you didn’t like it,” the older sneered. “I’ll bring you some CD’s so you can sing with me, though.” 

Scott was suddenly scared for a different reason. “I don’t have, I mean I’d really appreciate it, but I can’t play them.” 

Vincent stared at him long and hard for a moment. “Because your parents wouldn’t approve, or because you have no CD player?” 

“Both,” he murmured. 

“You’re getting a player.” 

“B-But-!” 

“With headphones,” Vincent added as he turned back to the stove. Was careful as he drained the noodles to dump them into the sauce he made earlier. “Every teenager needs to know the national treasures that are Prince and Phil Collins. Including you, Scotty.” 

That was the end of it, Scott wouldn’t be getting out of it no matter how hard he tried. A small part of him didn’t want to somehow manage to change Vincent’s mind, though. 

He gave a thankful smile. “I don’t have to worry about there being any hymns, do I?” 

”Who the hell do you think I am, a priest?”

It hits Scott why watching Vincent cook doesn’t feel right. 

It has nothing to do with the distinctly alien ingredients being used, or the high-tech kitchen setup that provides only one utensil that can turn into anything from a knife to a spoon. They’re currently on the dubbed ‘small’ side of the ship so everything isn’t being done by a giant, and he’s much too familiar with the purple by now for it to really throw him off. 

No, it’s the distinct lack of singing. Vincent’s completely silent as he cuts open a fruit before dicing it up. A concept so foreign he listens intently in case the purple man is only humming. 

There’s nothing. Not a single note or even words being mouthed. It makes the kitchen feel stifling. 

“Aliens don’t have radios, do they?” 

He knows Vincent was expecting him to ask a question at some point, that’s the whole reason why the purple man is cooking. Doing something he finds to be calming while they have a much needed talk so difficult answers can be given instead of needing to take breaks. 

The look of surprise over the shoulder tells Scott that hadn’t been expected. “They do, though it’s used for reporting which sectors have been closed, if there’s a warrant out for someone’s arrest. Music can only be found on planets, and some have recordings you can buy if you know where to look, but nothing sounds like anything found on Earth.” 

It’s silent once more save for the sound of a knife slicing through the fruit. 

Scott takes a deep breath. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

The blade cuts through the skin completely, thunking against the counter. “About being able to become a giant?” 

“Yes.” 

Vincent slides the pieces into a pan. “I didn’t know how to bring it up.” 

“I’m not saying I would’ve done any better,” Scott begins, careful to keep his voice level. “But I would’ve appreciated a heads up. Maybe before I was face to face with a giant.” 

“That was a significant lapse in my judgement,” the purple man concedes as he starts cutting up another fruit. “I should’ve warned you instead of just saying I needed to show you something.” 

“Maybe even back on Earth?” Scott hedges. 

Vincent stops mid cut. Goes so still it’s hard to tell if he’s even breathing. “Would that have changed your decision?” 

It’s said almost fearfully. And with the purple man’s back toward him, Scott can’t see Vincent’s face. Can’t tell what he might be thinking. “Of coming to space with you?” 

“Yes.” 

“No,” is said so quickly, so vehemently, it has Vincent turning around so they’re facing each other. He might as well be stone, however, expression completely stoic. “It wouldn’t have changed my mind, Vincent.” 

It wouldn’t. It might’ve prepared him a little better for what he was getting himself into, but Scott still would’ve followed. Would’ve climbed onto the ship and went to space. Because like he’s said before, it’s still Vincent. Whether he’s purple, or giant, as long as it’s still his best friend he won’t care. 

Will certainly need time adjusting. Will put down rules he demands be followed with no exceptions. But he will never let Vincent leave without him. He just can’t be left in the dark, by his best friend of all people. 

“Scott,” Vincent begins almost monotone, fixing Scott with a stare that can easily be mistaken as a glare. “I need you to be honest with yourself. Would you really have come with me if I told you on your front porch that I could become big enough to hold you inside my hand.” 

“Why wouldn’t I have?” Scott borderline snaps back, admittedly a bit confused by the question, unsure where the conversation is going. 

The purple man’s brow furrows. “I’m not human, Scott.” 

“So?” 

“So?” Vincent all but spats. And finally, the confident attitude he’s been holding onto crumbles away as the purple man straightens up, using his height to properly loom over Scott. Starts talking with his hands as they gesture to accentuate his frustration. “What do you mean so? Look at me, Scott. Even if you didn’t know what I could do, you can tell after looking at me for two seconds that I'm some kind of monster. So even though I admit it was shitty of me to not tell you everything, what was I supposed to expect? That you wouldn’t immediately run away the moment I told you what I’m capable of?” 

“I wouldn’t run away from you!” 

Scott feels his fists clench as Vincent glares down at him, the distrust toward the proclomation obvious. And that's something that upsets the shorter more than he thought it would. Is a bit surprised by the anger coursing through him. 

Until he realizes he’s not just angry, he’s hurt. He’s hurt that Vincent thought Scott would’ve cared about it so much he wouldn’t have just been elated to finally have his best friend back. He’s hurt that Vincent assumed Scott would’ve taken one look at him and ignored everything they’ve been through together. He’s hurt that Vincent clearly doesn’t understand just how much Scott missed him. 

“Do you think that little of me?” Scott snaps. Ignores the burning feeling of tears threatening to spill. “My best friend vanished, gone without a trace, for 6, whole, years. And the moment I see him standing on the sidewalk right outside my house, you think I’d be focused on the fact you’ve changed? You think my first thought was ‘he’s a monster’ and not ‘oh God, my best friend is alive’?” 

Vincent’s glare starts to melt away. “No, I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“Oh, so you mean I would’ve been fine up until you tell me you were abducted by aliens, and therefore I would hold that against you?” Scott demands. “That I wouldn’t trust you anymore for something they did to you? Tell you to leave and say I never wanted to see you again because of something you couldn’t control?”

His chest heaves as he waits for a response. When Vincent is too stunned to do anything except watch him, Scott angrily wipes at his eyes. Looks away for a moment before sighing as meets his best friend’s searching gaze. 

“Vince, I don’t know what they did to you, and you don’t have to tell me everything unless you want to. The only thing I ask is you tell me things like being able to turn into a God forsaken giant so I’m ready for it. But I’m not going anywhere,” he swears. All but pleads for his words to be taken as the promise they are. “You’re not a monster. I’ll admit, you suddenly being 20 stories tall was terrifying, but not because I was scared of you. I was scared of the fact you were a literal giant because someone didn’t tell me such a thing was possible.”

The purple man stares at him for a moment, slightly perplexed. “You’re really not scared of me?”

“You’re Vincent,” Scott growls in exasperation. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Just the next time there’s going to be a hundred feet of you, warn me for God’s sake.”

Amber eyes stare uncomprehendingly. Then Vincent slowly nods his head. “Okay. I’ll warn you.” 

“Good.” Scott crosses his arms as he looks away, content on ending it there. When the purple man doesn’t say anything else or give any indication he’s also happy with this conclusion, the shorter adds “And if you want to talk, I’m always here.” 

They’re both silent for a good minute. When Vincent finally speaks, it’s in a soft whisper. “You...really don’t care?” 

Instead of validating that with a verbal response, Scott reaches up to smack the taller upside the head. Glares daggers when he’s given nothing except a blink. “Say ‘ow’.” 

His best friend’s lips are haltingly tugged into a smile. “Was that supposed to hurt?” 

“Say it, and then go finish cooking.” 

“Ow,” Vincent deadpans, complete with a small bow as he quickly steps away so another whack can’t be given. 

Scott doesn’t chase him down, opting to watch through narrowed eyes as his best friend obediently finishes cutting everything up to toss into the waiting pan. Feels his pounding heart slowly begin to calm back down, his curiosity getting the better of him as something starts to sizzle without a visible flame. 

He inches his way forward for a better position to watch the sorcery that is Vincent cooking, complete with soft humming as the fruits are seasoned and sauteed with a dramatic flare. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Scotty.” 

“I’m sorry for yelling.” 

"Not for the whack, though?” Vincent smirks. 

“You earned that,” Scott huffs. 

The very last of his anger from before dissipates with the rising steam as a bowl is passed over to him. He has no idea what any of the ingredients are, what they’re meant to taste like or what kind of dish is made when they all come together, but the smell makes his mouth water. 

He doesn’t need any encouragement to take a bite once a vaguely shaped fork is passed over. Though he does jolt in surprise at the rather sweet flavor flooding his mouth, it reminds him of potatoes. Specifically ones of a recipe Vincent made so long ago he had completely forgotten about until now. 

“What do you think?” the purple man asks. 

“It’s delicious,” Scott murmurs earnestly. His best friend has yet to ever make something that wasn’t. “I can’t believe you learned how to cook space food.” 

Vincent looks like he wants to say something. Goes so far as to open his mouth. Whatever it is, he decides against it as he looks toward a hallway opposite of where their original ship is docked. “So, about my offer on a tour.” 

Scott shifts. “I'm up for a tour.” 

[unreadpoppy]

Halsin's Bugged Ending

Halsin x Tav (Gwen)

Summary: After the Netherbrain, Halsin and Gwen created their own community, a shelter for anyone who needed. During the reunion, however, Halsin drinks a bit much and momenterily forgets the last six months.

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A/N: Based on the game bugging for me in the epilogue.

Six months had passed since the defeat of the Nether Brain. 

Six months since the tadpole was extinguished and Gwen’s mind was quiet again. 

Six months since she and Halsin, along with many other refugees, left the city and created their own community, hidden from the rest of the world and open to any who seek shelter. 

Now, the couple found themselves back at the camp where their adventures began, alongside the others. Withers had organized the party, gathering everyone, including Scratch and the Owlbear Cub. 

After getting misty eyed from reading the letters from old acquaintances, Gwen decided to go speak with everyone else. From the corner of her eye, she saw Halsin and Astarion drinking, but she knew the druid well enough to not worry about it. 

“How have things been?” Wyll asked. He and Karlach had spent the last quarter of a year in the Hells, fighting Zariel’s armies and were now closer to solving the tiefling’s engine problem. 

Gwen told him about the commune she and Halsin had created, about the children, Thaniel and Oliver. “I even convinced my mother to go live with us.” Gwen laughed. “She was mad about me disappearing for so long, but she quite likes it there.’’

“And are you happy? I remember how you used to say you wanted to keep adventuring.” 

She sighed. “If you spent the first eighteen years of your life in the middle of the woods, with only your mother as company, of course you’d want to explore what the world had to give.” She said. “But that was seven years ago, and after all we’ve been through, I’m glad to have some peace and quiet.” 

Gwen paused, thinking of everything that had happened. “I’ve found that I quite missed this sense of normalcy.” She smiled. “Besides, waking up in your lover’s embrace everyday does make things a whole lot better.”

Wyll chuckled. “Talking about him, where is Halsin?” 

“He was talking with Astarion, I believe.” 

On cue, the vampire walked up towards them, a playful look on his face. “Dear Gwen, may I have a moment with you?” 

She looked back to Wyll. “Go on, I’ll see you later.” She nodded and turned her attention towards the elf. 

“What did you do?” 

“My, why do you assume I did anything?” Astarion said.

Gwen raised a brow. “You’re making the same face the children make when they’ve done something they shouldn’t.” She put her hands on her hips. “Spit it out.”

“You’re no fun.” Astarion pouted. “Fine. I may have gotten the big guy drunk.” 

“What?” Gwen’s eyebrow went up. In their time together, she had never seen Halsin drunk. She even began to question if he had the ability to do so. “How did you do that?” 

“We were commenting on how good the wine was, and I managed to convince him, Shadowheart and Minthara to do a little drinking competition.” He explained, smirking. “Either the wine is too good or Halsin’s much more of a lighter drinker then I assumed, but he was the first to get shit faced.” Astarion laughed. “It was quite amusing, actually.”

“Why?”

“Well, for one, he was talking about how he was oh so happy to see you again after so long. How these six months have been so lonely without you. He asked us if you had been seeing someone and when we said yes, he almost burst into tears.” 

Gwen sighed. “And where is he now?” 

“I think Shadowheart had left him near the water. Good luck with him.” Astarion said and left, the little shit. 

After walking a bit, she found the druid sat on the ground, his legs crossed while looking out into the river, a bottle of wine in his hands. 

She approached him silently, and put a hand on his shoulder while taking the wine. “I think that’s enough drinking for you, love.” 

He turned around, eyes widened. “Gwendolyn Gray…it’s been so long.” 

“Okay, you’re way more drunk than I thought if you’re going to be using my full name.” She whispered. Gwen sat down next to him and took his hands. He hadn’t heard what she said. 

The druid looked at her, eyes full of sadness. “Is it true what they said? That you have found someone?” She bit her lip to contain a laugh. “I won’t judge you for it. You are not tied to me after all.” 

She nodded. “Yes, I have settled down with a certain someone.” 

Halsin sniffled. “That’s…that’s good.”

“Yes.” She nodded. “He’s a great guy, you know. Big heart, gentle but a fierce protector of nature. Also extremely handsome.” 

“I see…” He looked down. “Well, you and your partner are always welcome in my community. I would…love to see you there, one day.” 

That broke Gwen and she let out a laugh, confusing the elf. “I don’t understand what’s so funny.” 

“Darling, I’m talking about you!”

“What?”

She leaned closer to him. “I think you might have drank too much.” The sorcerer pressed a kiss to his forehead and stood up, offering her hand. “Come.”

He did as he was told, brows furrowed, following Gwen. Halsin saw her speaking with Jaheira. The other druid laughed and then cast something on him. 

In an instant, he felt his mind clear. 

“Halsin, in the past six months, where have I been?” His lover asked. 

“You came with me, with the other refugees. We have our little community, away from prying eyes.” Gwen sighed. His brow furrowed. “Why the question?” 

She laughed and shook her head. “Nothing, nothing, I just wanted to see if you were alright.” 

Confusion was written on his face. He put a hand on her shoulder. “My heart, are you well?”

Gwen smiled, putting a hand on his cheek. “Everything's perfect, my love.” She kissed him on the lips. “I’ll explain later. For now, let’s enjoy the rest of this party.”