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justastraymoa · 1 month ago

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 8

The reveal pt 1

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I took a few minutes to get ready. Make my hair presentable, double check the sweater sat right, perfectly framing the soul marks I was meant to show off.

Then I sat my camera up, facing the blank wall I was going to use as a backdrop in leu of actually having my usual backdrops. I adjusted the lighting using the bedside lamps to give my skin a soft warm sunset glow in the pictures. Giving the whole picture a soft vibe.

I had a remote clicker for my camera that I mainly used when dealing with children, but it worked with this too. I sat cross legged facing the wall, trying to envision good poses I would usually instruct my subjects into if I were just taking photos at the studio.

Even though the sweater was high necked in the front and long sleeved, I still felt exposed with it being backless. My face flamed red every time I shifted into a slightly different pose. I couldn’t actually see how the poses were working without moving to look after every photo, so instead I opted to try a bunch of poses.�� This also meant that each Omega could choose their own favorite pose and photo, and they would all be matchy matchy with their posts.

Ten minutes and 27 photos later I was done. Hopefully I got at least 8 good photos in there somewhere. There was no way I was going to do this again if there wasn’t. This would be a moment I look back on and still get embarrassed after 5 years.

I threw on a sweatshirt and grabbed the stuff to edit the photos on the TV again. The boys seemed to enjoy watching me edit the photos last time, and they could choose their photo at the same time. Plus, the big screen made the editing so much easier.

When I opened the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin. All 8 Omegas were standing in the simply lit hall outside my door. “What in the actual fuck are you doing?” I gasped holding my chest. My heart was racing out of my chest.

“You were taking a long time.” Hyunjin explained completely unapologetic to taking years off my lifespan.

“So, you decided giving me a heart attack was the best thing to get me to hurry?”

There was a series of shrugs from them, and I rolled my eyes so hard it actually hurt. “Get in the living room!” I snapped waving my hand at them.

“I made you some chicken. You can eat it while we look at your pictures.” Lee Know said, handing me a bowl as we settled back in the living room.

“Thank you, Lee Know.” I smiled at him gratefully. I sat back and ate a piece. It was melt in your mouth good-as usual. The food is another thing I had missed, though not nearly as much. It was so different here than at home – or my previous home I should say.

“Holy shit! Y/n! What the fuck?” Seungmin exclaimed when the first picture loaded.

Chan whistled. “This is borderline indecent!”

“Well, I needed to show the marks! They go down most of my spine!” I defended myself feeling self-conscious.

The picture in question wasn’t even close to indecent. I had one arm across my body and softly placed over my ribs and my head was slightly tilted back and turned toward the camera, but not enough so that you could see my face. Surprisingly, I kind of liked it. Turned out better than I expected.

“You’re sure you’re not a model?” Changbin asked.

I felt my cheeks start to warm. “Shuddup guys! I just know how to pose people. It was part of my job!”

“Y/N, I don’t say this lightly, but you are a natural model. You make it look effortless.” Hyunjin praised as they flipped through more photos.

“Thank you.” I responded blushing deeper and clearing my throat.

The next several hours were spent choosing photos and then editing them. They each captioned the photo ‘Stray Kids found their Alpha!’ and posted their photos at the same time.

I again made sure to like each one.

Then we sat back and watched STAY and netizens go absolutely berserk. It was kind of entertaining to watch how unhinged they all got. And STAY was pretty much throwing a worldwide party to celebrate the news.

STAYs jealousy and dislike for change was overshadowed by the fact that Stray Kids was not being forced to disband – for now. Some even claimed that waiting until the eleventh hour was very on brand for Stray Kids, but I didn’t see it.

The rumor mill started working overtime almost immediately. There was a rather large faction that believed their Alpha was another idol and that’s why it took so long to bond. They had to negotiate and adjust all the contracts accordingly.

Another rumor with a lot of believers was that they found their Alpha in the slave and sex trade ring. They concluded that it took so long because they had to find a way to free the Alpha. Some said they bought them, some said they snuck them out and helped them escape. The most generous one was that they worked with the authorities to bring the ring down. A handful of fanfictions were inspired by that last one.

Their attacks and hate on me wouldn’t start until the euphoria of Stray Kids staying wore off. Maybe, if I was lucky, a couple weeks. At the very least until I was revealed. And then I could only hope their disappointment over the true story being revealed wouldn’t start a revolt. Netizens could be very cruel.

“Well, we only have until tomorrow until we announce our mini tour. So, enjoy the last of your relaxation.” Chan announced with a sigh.

I perked up. “A mini tour?” I had never even been to a concert. Too broke to go to a location they were at. Too broke for a ticket at all, actually.

“It’s a surprise for STAY. A kind of celebration that we are back.” Han explained.

“But you didn’t know if you’d be back.” Did they somehow know I would come back? How? I didn’t even know.

“We planned the tour when we first went on hiatus, under the assumption that we would be back.” Chan shrugged.

“The power of positive thinking?”

“Hey, it worked.”

I snorted but couldn’t deny it. I have always believed in positive thinking, this just felt more like a miracle.

“So, lots of practice then.” Lee Know said in confirmation sounding a little relieved.

“Finally!” Hyunjin cheered.

I smiled. It was good to see them so excited about getting back to work. They were all so passionate about what they do – their craft, if you will. They truly loved what they did. And put their everything into what they created and put out into the world.

“Cool. Then while you are practicing, I’m going to go home a-!” I was interrupted when Seungmin tackled me suddenly. He maneuvered so he took the brunt of the hit when we landed on the floor.

Several voices cried out our names at once and I blinked up into Seungmins terrified eyes before they disappeared. He hugged me tightly, fingers clutching at the hoodie I was wearing.

There was some chaos as the others alternated between yelling at Seungmin and fussing over me. However, I clearly heard Seungmin when he spoke in my ear. “You can’t leave us again.”

Realizing what happened I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands up and down his spine once before gripping the back of his neck, right over his mark. His body immediately relaxed on top of me, but he still didn’t let go.

“Shh, my Omega. I’m not leaving forever. I need to pack up my things and wrap up my old life. Then I’ll be back.” I promised lowly, keeping my hand on his mark. “A week tops.”

He shook his head. “Too long.”

“The sooner I get there, the sooner I can get back.”

The others managed to get us into a sort of sitting position, but Seungmin refused to let go. “You can’t leave! You can’t leave again!”

Giving up, Chan sat next to us. “We can hire people to pack up your things and whatever.”

“There, see. Now I don’t have to go.” I whispered to Seungmin giving his neck a gently squeeze.

Slowly, in small increments, Seungmin eased his grip and released me, looking embarrassed and slightly glassy eyed. “It’s okay, Seungmin.” I soothed reaching out to smooth his hair from his face.

“He could have been gentler.” Lee Know pointed out, annoyed. He stood nearby; arms crossed.

“He protected me from the fall. And I should have gone about announcing that differently since everything is still so fresh.”

“It’s just…letting you out of our sight is going to be hard for a while.” Chan explained.

“Try impossible. She leaves the room and I get anxious!” Changbin added. Han nodded beside him.

“It’s not possible to always be in the same room, but I’ll try to let you know where I am. And not be gone long.” I said looking to each of them.

They looked unhappy but resigned. They knew just as well as I did that, I couldn’t be with them all the time. There would come a time when they separate themselves for their own things and I can’t be multiple places at once. We would have to decide who I will go with and when.

“Now, Seungmin, come with me please.” I stood and held a hand out to him. “We are heading to the bathroom. I am going to give you a shampoo massage.”

“OOO! Can I get one?” Felix asked. “That sounds so good!”

Seungmin took my hand and stood as I answered. “After Minnie.”

I set Seungmin up, so he comfortably lay with his head over my tub. Using my detachable showerhead, I soaked his hair before lathering it generously with shampoo. While the shampoo worked its magic, I fished one of my face masks from my toiletry bag and smoothed it over his face.

He caught my hand as I moved away. “I’m sorry. The last time you were here, I – I’m sorry for how I acted.”

I smiled at him softly. “I understand your actions. I was never upset with you.” I assured him, rubbing my thumb along the back of his hand. “We can start fresh now that I’m here to stay.”

Seungmin nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“No need for thanks. Now, relax and enjoy.”

I got back to work, humming softly. I could hear the others behind me in the guest room, unable to stay far away for long, but giving us some one-on-one time anyways. As much as they were able to. They stayed quiet so they didn’t disturb us. It was a nice, warm moment filled with love and care all around.

Seungmin seemed to be enjoying himself, so I took my time, alternating between massaging and gently scratching his soapy scalp, then moving down to massage his neck and shoulders as well. Then repeated the process with conditioner, adding in an ear massage.

“Mmm. You’re very good at this.” Seungmin hummed as I rinsed.

I smiled. “Thank you. I’m out of practice. I used to do this for my mother when she got a migraine.”

“Where is your mother? You never mentioned your parents before.”

I paused before patting his hair with a towel. “She passed when I was 14. Brain aneurysm. Dad never recovered. He had a heart attack 5 years later.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.” Seungmin sat up, turning to me.

Smiling brightly, I waved his words off. “Don’t worry, Minnie. I’m happy they are together again.” I wasn’t lying. I had long since come to terms with losing them.

“Now,” I draped the damp towel over his head. “Send Felix in.”

Felix was almost as still as Sungmin had been. I had no idea he could be so still and quiet. He was always bubbling over with life, with movement. To witness him so still and silent was unnerving.

“So, I don’t know how any of this works. What can I expect over the next few weeks?

“We will need to link you to our calendars, so you have our schedules.” Felix started. “But the next few days are going to be filled with set list planning, dance practices, and making sure we still remember the lyrics and perfecting the singing.”

“So, I just…follow you around?”

“For now, I guess.” He shrugged.

It honestly sounded boring. Just sitting around while they practiced and worked. I would just be in the way most likely. And there was no way they would let me stay here. I couldn’t even leave the room at this point.

Whatever. It is what it is for now. I’m new to this, learning everything as I go. I would eventually find my spot in this part of their lives. Where I could help and not be a burden. Hopefully.

“What about when I’m revealed?”

Chan joined us, sitting on the floor next to the tub. He must have been listening in to the conversation.

“We have a group live planned already for tomorrow, when our hiatus officially ends. We can reveal you then and figure things out after that.” He answered.

I dried Felixs hair with a dry towel while I let that sink in. In just a day a secret I spent most of my life hiding will be revealed. It almost didn’t feel real. Like this was actually someone else’s life and I was just watching it from the sidelines.

“Is there any way, at all, that I can not be revealed?” I asked with no real hope. They always had a camera on them, and they always wanted me with them. Therefore, I would always have a camera on me.

More than that, the law states I must go with them. Stupid outdated law.

“We will be right there with you.” He said not even bothering to answer my question. We both already knew the answer anyways.

“It will be okay, Y/n.” Felix assured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and giving me a smile.

“I swear to god, if you guys break your promise and leave me, I’m running away!” I threatened with every bit of seriousness I could muster.

They both chuckled. “Yeah, you’re going to be fine.” Chan reaffirmed.

Back in the guest room the Omegas had set up the makeshift beds again. “Sleepover?” At our ages?” I joked.

“You are never too old for a sleepover. Especially if it’s with you.” I.N declared from his nest of blankets.

I rolled my eyes. “If any of you snore, I’m kicking you out on your ass.”

Even though I slept most of the day, I was still ready to crawl under the blankets. Since I didn’t sleep on the plane and exhausted myself bonding, my body didn’t know which way was up right now. Though this may help get my sleep schedule on this time zone just a bit faster.

“No playing around. We have an early day tomorrow. Get to sleep.” Chan ordered. The room bustled into activity as the Omegas got ready for bed. I changed into my makeshift pjs. Turns out I didn’t pack any actual pjs, but I found something that worked so its whatever.

I crawled into the bed and faceplanted into the pillow, sighing loudly into it. It smelled strongly of Seungmin. So much so that I didn’t think he let anyone else sleep here since I left.

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scruffydoomergirl · 3 months ago

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Hi everyone this is not usually the post I would make but my dog is going into emergency surgery and it’s going to cost around $1500 and moneys been tight from my recent house move… here is my PayPal if anyone could help me out🥺🩷he means the world to me and he’s been my baby for 7 years and I only want what’s best for him🩷any amount helps me so much or even a share<3 ( only posting a photo of myself to bring attention to the post… my algo is terrible if I do posts without pics 🩷🩷

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alphajocklover · 2 months ago

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What an incredible store you have here! It feels so much bigger from the inside. I never would have guessed you had this much jewelry and trinkets inside! I’m surprised you don’t have some sort of extra security with this much in here, haha. I mean, I get that a 40-something engineer isn’t much of a threat, but…

Hey, why are you looking at me like that? And what do you have in your hand? It looks like… feels like… OooooOOOHHH…!

So in my recent post, the one where I updated you all on my Uncle John, I may have mentioned that I have some… friends who work for EB Jewelry and have been leaking me information. This was… definitely a mistake. A huge mistake. I was so wrapped up in everything that's been happening with my Uncle I forgot one of the basic rules of journalism: protect your sources. It was an amateur move that might have put my friend at risk, and I’ve been feeling guilty about it ever since. They said they don’t mind, but… I’m still worried for them. I even tried to convince them to leave before they get caught, but… they’re insisting on continuing. I should have expected it, since they’ve always been stubborn like that, but if anything happens to them because of me, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.

That got kind of dark, so let's get on to the good news. Instead of doing the rational thing and laying low like I suggested, my friend has actually become more reckless. I was incredibly against this, for obvious reasons, but as much as I hate to admit it, it’s actually really paid off. They’ve been diving deeper into the companies files, and have gotten me more information in the last few days than they have in the last three weeks! It’s taking a while to get through everything they sent me, but from what I’ve already seen it’s very revealing. So far one of the most interesting things they sent me was a full video of a recent transformation. Usually the transformations caused by EB Jewelry’s products are slower, but this one was… odd. It started off pretty normal, at least as normal as anything can be in the world of transformations. A forty-something engineer was drawn into one of the larger EB Jewelry locations. Larger on the inside apparently, according to the small amount of audio that was clear in the video. I guess magic is a good way to increase your square footage without having to expand to another location. Anyways, from what I can tell this guy was specifically being targeted by EB Jewelry, since they usually only change people immediately if they need them out of the way. I don’t know why a huge company like EB Jewelry would target a (now former) 40 year old engineer and father of two, but my best guess is that he saw something he shouldn’t have. Whatever the reason, they lured him into the store using the same magic they always do… and let their product do what they always do.

When I talk about EB Jewelry I talk about their fancier products, their watches and their cufflinks, but they have a much bigger variety than that. In this case, it looks like our engineer found some ear gauges. Powerful ones at that. He didn’t need to even put them in to be transformed. The second he touched them, the years faded away, his gut disappeared, and lean muscle packed itself onto his body. In seconds the overweight middle aged man was turned into a hot fuckboy stud, one with no memory of his old life and only one thing on his mind: finding someone to fuck. Don’t worry though, he’ll have a job as a model for EB Jewelry waiting for him when his latest one night stand is over. EB Jewelry isn’t (entirely) cruel though, they turned his two sons into two bros that he can hang out with!

It’s sorry to say it's probably too late for the engineer, and his former sons. EB Jewelry has powerful magic, and even if someone could turn him back, they’d probably find another way to deal with him. I just hope my friend is careful. EB Jewelry has magic and capitalism, which is a really bad combination.

**hey there! Used a pic of one of my inspirations @bgdk98 . Absolutely awesome and sexy guy. Hope you liked this story!**

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #reality change #EB Jewelry #fuckboy tf

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aroacesafeplaceforall · 1 year ago

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Hey people, my names Noah and I use they/them pronouns :) I have a long list of labels cause I'm a complicated human being lol. I'm non binary, lesbian oriented aroace, with a handful of microlabels (quoiromantic, apothiromantic, aegoromantic, apothisexual and aegosexual). I also experience platonic, aesthetic and sensual attraction B) I have diagnosed adhd and I'm an infp :D

My name is Ray! I go by any pronouns and I’m a Agender Cogirl. I am cupioromantic and aegosexual (and many other things, just ask if you want to know!). I also have diagnosed autism and I’m an ISFP

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maluceh · 7 months ago

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hi would you ever post your drawing process? i’ve noticed you do research when it comes to stuff like finding references to age up characters properly, making the characters’ styles accurate for their time, etc.

sometimes you don’t realize how much goes into art besides the sketches, drawing, rendering, all that stuff, so the little things like that which make a big difference in the end is so cool to notice, you’re a really inspiring artist for me! your art style is incredible and i’d love to see what goes through your head before drawing something, if that’s alright with you ofc.

like what’s your inspiration? what shaped your art style? do you use references and how often bc sometimes i see some poses you draw and think ok there HAD to be a reference used for this bc it’s too good but i understand finding refs for what’s going on your head is difficult a lot of times so i just chalk it up to you being skilled enough to guess how the anatomy would work (so much praise for artists like that because??? insane talent! not to say using refs makes artists less skilled or anything 😭😭 hope it didn’t come off that way)

OK WOW THAT WAS A LOT IM SORRY!

oh where to begin…

I usually get ideas of what I want to do, but it’s not until I open the canvas that my hand just knows what to do I guess? There’s times when I can just paste what’s in my head on the canvas and times when I struggle more and I have to look for references/trace poses (which are usually me with really bad lightening around my room or yeah, pics from pinterest)

lol funny story, my one drawing of James, Lily and Harry dancing I recorded myself dancing and got screenshots of that to base the poses on…. I accidentally sent one to a person that was commissioning me at the time, most embarrasing moment of my life

ANYWHOO! In terms of clothes, I have a board for every character where I put like what I think their style entails. Cause I like it when they look like teenagers in the 70s

Here’s my process when i just vomit my idea on the canvas

there are some where I don’t have the patience or the project is too big (ex. the panels) and figuring out the anatomy would be too time consuming, so i trace the pose but i’ve been trying to do that less and less to make myself actually work and get better at anatomy

and what shaped my artstyle? wow that’s a hard question lol, idk

I think i’ve picked things from artists i’ve liked and just created a frankenstein of it, little by little and without realizing it.

not that my art looks ANYTHING like theirs, but these are some of the artists that have inspired me a lot through my art journey

hope i answered your question jsjsjs

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death---dealer · 2 months ago

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👀 not to sound weird or anything but I could've sworn you had posted earlier today, selfies in specific (noticed a notification about it). Now as I do my daily checks on my favorite accounts to see how they've been or what they're doing, I see nothing on about what the notification told me about yours.

Either way, I hope you've been well and been having happy moments and experiences. Stay absolutely amazing and I hope it only gets better for you, hopefully you hit that sweet spot in pregnancy soon where it's mainly the weight of the belly and weird cravings that are bothersome. Take it easy and light! (If you want to of course!)

Random question if you want to answer, "What has been your weirdest craving you've had?" If you have had any,

Love you and stay safe!

I deleted the post because I looked ugly 🥲 lmao. Let’s have a small life update below:

Here are two pics where I don’t look like I’m dying and my hair is actually on point ( thank pregnancy for giving me luminous volume lolol. )

Thank you so much for your kind words! I miss you guys all so much, it really makes me feel sad to know I’m not back and ready to write again. 😭 I have been playing a lot of piano though ( can post vids if you guys are interested at all ), and I really missed it as it is one of my deepest passions. It’s been a step at a time, a week at a time, but I’m hopeful to get something small written and posted soon for all of you!

I feel like I have no bump yet. 😂 I’m waiting but I’ve also heard women don’t pop with their first until later so I’ve been taking progression pics weekly lol. I can’t tell what’s bloat and what’s not anymore as the first month I was just bloated beyond belief no matter what I ate.

Luckily, I am able to incorporate more carbs and sugars back into my diet as I’ve been managing my diabetes like a pro! ( not to brag ). I’ve been baking a lot of breads for my husband and I and they are delicious. 😊 think I’m gonna go to cookies next week and then cakes.

I’ve had two cravings, if that’s what you want to call them ( other than really wanting to eat a candle last week because it smelled SO GOOD ). Aversions have been bigger on my list, taste wise and oddly texture wise.

One craving has been these crispy fried green beans that Birdeye makes. I just air fry them and go to town. Have been surviving off them tbh.

Second is chips ahoy but ONLY the crunchy ones. I will cry if given chewy. Unfortunately, I still can’t gorge myself on sweets so i have to limit myself to one cookie a DAY. And it’s not made me happy. 😭😂

I also want avocado with some chocolate sauce on it but my husband keeps talking me out of trying. 🥲

Wilbur and Zoe are fantastic as usual, Wilbur is still very clingy and I suspect Zoe knows something is going on with me but that could just be my imagination, haha.

#em speaks #personal

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unis-trash-stash · 28 days ago

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I don’t usually post pics of myself on this blog but I think everyone here needs to know that I’m the Mothman for Halloween this year

#uni speaks #Halloween #Mothman

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ryuichirou · 6 months ago

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But also some news!

First of all, I wanted to remind you that my pricelist will be updated by the end of the week, so please feel free to message me if you want to take a slot to commission me with my current prices!

Second of all, we got our twitter account back! We ended up deleting that one post that twitter didn’t like (yes, the one that doesn’t have anything explicit or any nudity on it), which obviously sucks, but at least now we can jump back to posting more or less regularly.

And now that this situation is over, I can say about the thing that honestly tickled me: the last person who wrote a callout post on me right before our acc got locked (=the person who very likely caused the massreporting in the first place) got accused of grooming a 13 y.o. and had their account terminated the very next day. What a great illustration of how the fandom climate works, right? Hilarious.

Alright, replies replies. Some about Fellow and Gidel, some about Rook, Idia, a little bit of Lilia and some miscellaneous asks.

Anonymous asked:

wait, Fellow is it a good idea for Gidel to write?? Isn't he illiterate?? (I might be wrong on the writing part, but I'm pretty sure Gidel is said to be unable to speak because he didn't get an education :(, r.i.p to the poor boy)

But look at it, Anon! He clearly writes, and like a typical doctor as well! A highly educated man!

(Yeah, Gidel doesn’t know how to write lol I am not sure if Fellow is super literate either… just like the characters they are inspired by lol)

Anonymous asked:

I want to bite Idia’s thighs but I also want to nibble Lilia’s legs courtesy of your pic of him in those delicious Playful Land tights 😩

(this is about a sketch from ko-fi)

They really are nibbleable… nibbable… one would want to nib on them. And Lilia knows that :(

Thank you <3

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Since you started posting Fellow art I said to myself "I guess I'm watching that event now so I can look at the art and think yeah, he would totally get gang banged by them" lol

Tish! You’re great as always lol I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Fellow is so breedable it’s insane. I can’t help it.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I'm gonna snatch Fellow away from everyone

Like that my husband, he fluffiness mine and mine alone

Mwah mwah to Fellow I wove him and the way you draw him

he's too good for them but ruined enough for me(lol me in my possessive era)

Omg real possessive era lol I get it, he really is fluffy to the point of leaving one speechless. But please understand, these boys can’t hold back at all… :( Be kinder them, they can’t help it!

I’m glad you love how I draw him <3

Anonymous asked:

Curious, u do non con/ rape art?

Pls tag if yes, I wanna see

I do, but I also don’t remember any recent noncon piece to tag anything lol I am definitely not opposed to it, and a lot of our nsfw pieces have at least dub-con vibes. I guess that one general!Lilia/Idia piece comes to mind first! And octopus!Azul/Idia that I drew for the same zine…

Maybe it would be easier to look through my pixiv logs; all the nsfw pieces are usually closer to the end of the log.

Anonymous asked:

You know I never had interest in drawing nsfw, I started a fanart blog with the intent of just making cute/cool sfw pieces maybe some ship stuff. However I am sick and tired of watching the twst fandom affect the mental health of my friends. And I know at least one of my ships will be threatened even if they just hold hands.

So here’s my plan: if I start receiving hate I will make an announcement: if I reach a particular milestone of hate I will learn to draw nsfw. I will make them kiss harder. Harass me and I will become worse.

Fr tho I want to be the brave idiot in the hope that others won’t feel alone.

Sorry for the late reply! Anon, you are already brave lol I like your plan. Become worse to spite them! And to support everyone who is harassed. And to have fun of course.

I wish you and your friends and anyone else didn’t have to worry about being harassed because of your ships. So please, take care of yourself, but also? Fuck them; draw and post whatever you want to make yourself and your friends happier and enjoy the fandom experience that you and your friends create.

Anonymous asked:

"something's missing..." might be your shirt rook, idk tho 🤔

(this is about this drawing)

Oh no, he forgot his shirt again. And no one at Savanaclaw is brave enough to tell him.

Anonymous asked:

I remember that Savannaclaw Rook only cut his hair with a knife, soooo, yeah. How do you think first year Rook would respond to first year Idia and vice versa?

Honestly it looks like it lol He and Lilia have something in common…

We love first year Rook with first year Idia so much, Anon, you have no idea! And Rook/Idia in general, this is one of the things that I really want to draw properly at least once. For now we only have sketches…

But to answer your question! I like to think that Rook was very intrigued by Idia right away; of course Idia isn’t a beastman, but he is not only super bright and shiny-looking (unusual! Interesting!), but also is a very rare pokemon to see. It’s very easy to picture Rook getting excited and charmed by him, maybe he even had a period of a little obsession~ But of course none of this is in any way returned by Idia; to him being suddenly surrounded by so many loud and annoying people his age is already stressful enough, but Rook is somehow worse than all of them combined. He hates everyone from Savanaclaw, but they’re usually just rude jerks, but Rook? If only he was a rude jerk…

Anonymous asked:

Chen’ya, are you flashing people on purpose? What are you gonna do if someone likes it?

(related to this post)

Knowing Che’nya, he’ll probably disappear lol Never let them guess your next move. They liked it? Too bad. They didn’t like it? Oh too bad… >:3

Sometimes he is in a flirty mood though~

Anonymous asked:

I’m surprised Lilia doesn’t also spank Idia to punish him

He really should, and his spanks wouldn’t be as murderous as Azul’s! Idia is going to receive punishment AND survive!

I can picture Lilia stopping mid-spank with the realisation though: oh right, this isn’t his kid, this is Idia…

Anonymous asked:

(tw: self-harm)

this might be a bit dark but i’m curious: do you think idia self-harms? every now and then, i see ppl draw him with SH scars. i’ve never been able to decide if it feels like him or not. punishing himself, hating himself, wanting to control this one aspect of his life bc he can’t control anything else sound like idia, but also, being too resigned, lazy, or phobic of pain also sound like idia… little nutjob he is 😒 thoughts?

This is such a good question, Anon. It’s honestly still kind of easy to imagine him doing that. He punishes himself constantly, and while I don’t think this is necessarily about control, this absolutely could be about wanting to make himself feel even worse or to distract himself from the other kind of deep pain he’s feeling. Since we’re talking about a character here, as an artist I can also add that seeing him this way could be aesthetically pleasing, there are some very good artworks with this theme.

That being said, we usually tend to think that Idia wouldn’t do that. I agree that Idia being phobic of pain sounds very like him, but also? He is very detached from the physical side of things in general, I think. He would rather torment himself mentally.

Another reason for Idia and selfharm not really working in our heads is that I don’t think Ortho would let him. He is very sensitive to changes in his health condition after all.

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katchleeifyoucan · 25 days ago

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(hopefully) fun announcement!!!

heyyy everyone!

i’ve decided to step outside my comfort zone and try something new: commissions!

i don’t rp or make a lot of content, but y’all really seem to enjoy the content that i do make! andddd college is expensive lol so i thought i’d give this a try!

i’ve never done this before, but i’m thinkinggg this will be how it works…

i will take requests through asks (you must feel comfortable with me replying to/posting your ask, because that is how i will accept/alter/deny your request. they can be anonymous). requests made over dm will not be accepted. i am not comfortable opening dms at this time.

if your request includes any of my hard limits (see my pinned post), i will either deny it altogether or ask you if you would like an altered version (in which case you would have to send a second ask and receive my confirmation).

once i have accepted your request, you can use my ko-fi to donate the correct amount with a comment telling me your tumblr username (or, if you’d like to remain anonymous, you can use an emoji in your ask and on ko-fi). written fantasies, pictures, and audio teases will be $5 each. videos will be $10 each.

once i have received your donation, i will work on making the content! please keep in mind that i live with roommates and do not often have a space to myself, so i may not be able to fulfill requests (especially certain pictures and videos) right away!

here are some examples of previous content i’ve made that i’d be willing to make more things similar to…

written fantasies (also, if you have a favorite post of mine you’d like to hear, i’d be happy to make a recording of myself speaking it! i’d also be happy to make a recording of myself speaking a new fantasy!)

voice/hand tease (i’d also be happy to make a pure audio tease without my hands!)

body pics (i will NOT take full nudes of upstairs or downstairs, but i’m happy to take more pics like this one!)

hand pics (this pic doesn’t have rings, but i do usually wear a lot if you’re into that hehe)

feet pics (i can also make feet videos!)

*i will not be making any tickle content with my partner at this time, but i am open to making self tickle videos!

all of this information will be in my pinned post as well! i hope to give you all the content you crave soon hehe ;)

xx Kat

#ask kat #kat commissions

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weirdmarioenemies · 2 years ago

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Name: Deviated Septum

Debut: Nasal Passage

Yeah ok. What the hell. I’ll post about Deviated Septum. Whatever. Leave me alone!!!

HELLO dear friends! Sorry about that. I’m just in a bad mood because it turns out we’re all out of Mario characters. No more! So it’s time for plan B. Welcome to the first installment of Weird Mario Medical Conditions!

Deviated Septum is a classic. It’s one I know well! This is when the nasal septum- the wall separating both nostrils- is off-center, making one nostril larger and the other smaller. This can lead to difficulty breathing, as well as one nostril being more prone to dryness, potentially causing bleeding, crusting, and sinus infection.

It doesn’t have to be that severe to exist, though. It can be very slight, to the point you can go through life without realizing your septum is deviated at all! Maybe you have a deviated septum and didn’t realize! I kind of hope that is the case for at least one person reading this. Someone could realize they have a deviated septum thanks to our silly Mario blog shenanigans. You should tell your doctor you heard about it from us.

As someone with a deviated septum myself, I know that a feeling of sweet relief can be experienced by pushing my nose to one side, allowing the usually-congested nostril to spread out and inhale a most refreshing whiff of oxygen!

...Well doesn’t THIS look familiar!

Luigi has on multiple occasions been showcased doing this sort of pose, with his finger on his nose! Maybe he is just like me, pushing it to one side to improve the airflow! Some may say that a finger rubbing the bottom of one’s nose is simply a Japanese gesture to indicate smugness or confidence. Fine. Maybe. But..

That’s not what is going on here! This is the 100th Pic of the Day featured by Masahiro Sakurai himself, in the days leading up to the release of Smash 4! “Without further ado, I'd like to introduce Luigi as he adjusts his nose. Hope you enjoy!“ Adjusts his nose? I do that! I don’t think a regular nose has any need to be Adjusted. And again, this is the 100th of these pictures. A big milestone! I choose to believe this was intentional, to confirm Luigi as Deviated Septum Representation. He is just like me! For real!

If your septum is deviated too, I hope you appreciate knowing that our dear friend Luigi shares our experiences!

I hope you look forward to the next installment of Weird Mario Medical Conditions. You won’t believe which Koopaling has a tapeworm!

#deviated septum #medical #nose #luigi #representation win!#mod chikako #april fools

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littleplushyprincess · 16 days ago

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I'm 21. She/her. Bisexual 🏳️‍🌈. Lover girl. Virgin </3. Mostly a sub. l like it gross :) I don't tag individual posts but general warning on my blog for fauxcest, (mostly soft) cnc, age play-ish. I also reblog/post personal + random sfw stuff. New to this side of tumblr, still figuring things out. ❣️ (Much) more about my likes and dislikes below!

Put your age on your profile ! Minors DO NOT interact. Misogynists DO NOT interact and kys instead.

Back-up is @happytrail-enthusiast ❗️

Very happy to receive pervy asks (or just friendly ones lol), especially from older guys 🩷 I’m happy to make mutuals, both as friends or something else :)

I don’t reply to dms if you don’t even follow me, you aren’t respectful or if your blog is empty. More dm rules below ⬇️

(a lot) more about me:

🔞🔞🔞

name: you can call me kiddo, kid, bunny, puppy, sweetheart, princess, angel etc — you get the idea 🤭 unless you just wanna be friends then i can give you an actual name in dms :)

instructions: i require lots of attention with a daily dose of nasty asks 🦋 handle with care!

what i’m doing when i’m not touching my pussy to your posts:

i’m an English literature and linguistics master’s student

i’m a yapper first and foremost (if i don’t yap to you i probably don’t feel comfortable (yet) or feel like you’re not interested)

i’m from the UK but live in Germany (CET)

a few random interests of mine are: marvel (deadpool, wolvie and spiderman are my favs), challengers, linkin park, silly pop punk from the 2000s, ACNH & sims 4 (wicked whims and me 🤝), i collect funko pops and plushies 🧸 i love the colour pink 🩷

i love Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon (and not just cause of the !ncest)

also i’m probably autistic lmfao

if you wanna know anything else about me just ask :) i love talking lol

what to imagine when you’re jerking off to me/ what i look like:

i’m 5’2/159cm

i’m slim but not skinny, with D-cup boobs (DD when I’m on my period🤭), and my legs are my fav body part on myself <3

i have (dyed) red, curly hair and cute nose piercings and a few tattoos and i def want more!!

i’m quite girly but half of the time i live in my comfy pyjamas that usually consist of some oversized graphic tee and cute panties and socks 💖

my type:

i don’t have a specific type in men but i do like em tall (and i’m short so that’s easy)

i prefer older guys but someone my age is definitely good too and who knows younger might work :) in fantasy i’d go up to ~55 years but in reality i can’t imagine texting anyone over 40 tbh, but you can try

i go insane over big (natural) muscles but don’t mind skinny or slightly chubby guys at all :)

i loove body hair on guys but i like the hair on the head mostly short

i like confident (not cocky!!) guys but i’m also into shy, awkward nerds

intelligence in men is so sexy to me (because frankly there aren’t that many of you </3) but i can’t lie I’d let a himbo fuck me silly...

relationship status / a slut in theory but not (yet) in practice: i’m single and i’ve never been in a relationship or dated (or had sex 💔)

dm rules 💌:

dms are always open to mutuals

dms are open to other people too but if you’re not interesting I won’t respond

practise proper communication and consent

i hate having to text first 🥺 and i get shy sometimes but that’s easily resolved if you show actual interest <3

i know we’re all here for the same reason but don’t reduce me to something purely sexual

i’m not looking for a relationship on here but i do prefer to get comfortable with you and hope we’ll have an actual connection :)

i don’t like when people take themselves too seriously so even if we have a nsfw convo we can still talk normally lol <3

all i ask is that you have more than one braincell and can actually hold a conversation 🙏🏼

if you ask nicely before sending them then i’ll probably drool over your 🍆 pics (or less explicit pics too)🤍 (but pls don’t be delusional, no need to ruin the fantasy if you’re ugly because i will not continue the convo)

obviously i have the right to not reply to you or block you if i feel uncomfortable

don’t mention other women you’re texting on here? (that should go without saying but apparently not)(i’m not expecting to be the only woman you’re talking to on here and that’s fine but keep it to yourself)

i like girls too but that’s not what i’m on tumblr for but i’d love to make girl mutuals/friends 🥰

i’m into:

fauxcest fauxcest fauxest!!! pls someone be my dad or big brother i’m begging, praise (makes my heart and pussy go 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵��💫), dd/lg, being a liittle bit of a brat, being lightly slapped, piss (slightly), being spanked (ass & pussy), creampies and everything to do with cum and sweat and spit, (fake) breeding, primal play, mmf threesomes or a bf watching me and another man have sex and liking it, this sounds obvious but i love dicks and balls so so so much i will die over them i love nothing more than watching men jerk off in all types of ways 🩵 i also like mlm/mxm stuff and like to imagine being one of the guys (don’t ask me what that says about my gender identity because i don’t know)

bsdm test:

quite vanilla i think🍦 but i’m addicted to ¡ncest fantasies 😋🤤

❌ i don’t like:

mom x daughter fauxcest, toilet stuff, nappies/diapers, feet, the word ‘cunnie/y’?, choking, genuine violence, rough degradation without any praise, master/slave dynamic (compared to general dom/sub stuff which i obsess over), traditional gender roles beyond sex, bondage, actual pregnancy, c*rpse stuff, anything beyond a few drops of blood although period blood is fine, food/weight stuff

(i don’t mind if you like any of these things pls still feel free to interact but these kinks are not for me and understand that i might not follow back if you post about them <3)

💕 if you read this entire post you’re legally required to send me any type of ask or dm, ask me something about myself, tell me something about you etc etc 🤭

#this should go without saying but dni if you’re a p€do. everything i’m talking about is about a fantasy between two consenting adults #about me #made a new post lol #idk if anyone’s reading all of that but if you do i am kissing you 🙂‍↕️

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9w1ft · 1 year ago

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Re: Carolina Herrera and Karlie. We’ve discussed this before, but a lot of people don’t know that Karlie is not simply the face of a perfume in the same way that Timothee Chalemet is the current face of one of Chanel’s perfumes, or Joe Alwyn did an ad for Tom Ford Beau du Jour one time. Good Girl perfume was created especially in conjunction with Karlie being the face of it. She’s not just the face of it, she is the Good Girl. It’s a whole other level of business partnership and branding. It’s been going strong for 7 years, and Good Girl continues to be one of the best selling perfumes in the world. You can be walking down the street in Slovakia or Shanghai or some place, and there’s Karlie The Good Girl on a billboard. Every airport with a duty free in the world, and most Ulta Beautys and Sophoras in the US have her picture showing. CH also happens to be the first runway she walked at fashion week when she was 15. She absolutely would have influence over what they do and we’ve seen it over and over again, including this year and last (remember Karlie did her pink smoke effect before Taylor filmed hers in the LH MV, and the midnight version of GG was developed and announced well before Taylor announced Midnights, and this stuff goes way back to the first ads which had subtle references to This Is What You Came For, and another one where she said “Don’t call me kid” long before Taylor released Illicit Affairs.) There is absolutely no way anyone will ever convince me these things aren’t pre-referencing Taylor’s work, or Taylor’s work is referencing these ads. And the only way this is possible is if Karlie knows ahead of time what’s coming (usually months ahead) and/or Taylor is referencing Karlie ads later. The only reason the former would happen is if they are on good terms (very good terms and Taylor is ok with it) and the only way the latter happens is if Taylor’s obsessed with Karlie.

thank you for typing this out for me i almost typed it up but was like, i’ve written about this, so i went to find a post and then i couldn’t find it immediately and then i started about my day and such and forgot 😆

i think if you’re new its hard to appreciate or grasp what brands are important to karlie. like i remember distinctly way back when when i first got here in 2018 looking at taymojis and people freaking out about there being a stiletto taymoji and how it was a kaylor reference and the photo people were using to talk about why it was a reference was —to me— just a pic of a carolina herrera ad where karlie was wearing a stiletto and i remember thinking to myself, come on guys it’s a shoe, what’s specific about a shoe?? but i was lacking the context of The Swift Life app being released in late 2017 (meaning it was being built/prepped throughout 2017, likely early 2017 with all the other rep promo) in combination with karlie having been made the face of what was then the new carolina herrera good girl perfume just the year prior (mid 2016), which was a big get for her at the time, and that the perfume bottle is stiletto shaped. now, looking back, i understand what about that taymoji was sus, given all this extra context. karlie now being the face of a perfume was a big achievement for her. and the achievement happened to be shoe shaped. so why not celebrate that? etc.

so anyway, if anon is feeling anything like the way i did, but are somewhat interested in kaylor anyway, i would suggest just sticking a pin in stuff like this and moving on for now and maybe coming back to it a half year or year from now after gaining a little more perspective and seeing if your perspective has changed

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punchdrunkdoc · 2 months ago

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Part 4, Chapter 1

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness? Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 4 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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I hope you don't mind the delay in me posting - especially after THAT cliffhanger. I wanted to give myself a buffer before posting. I've now got 6 chapters of part 4 written so I thought it was time to share some of it. Enjoy!

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PART 4

Chapter 1

Sound came back first.

Muffled. Distorted. As if he was deep underwater…

Then everything rushed in at once.

Sensation, scent, taste…everything coalesced, until he felt solid again, and the world around him took shape once more.

But it was an entirely different world to just a moment ago.

The air was colder, with a bite of frost in the wind. The spring perfume of flowers and pollen and freshly cut grass was now a thick miasma of neglect and decay. The storefront to his left seemed to shift and distort, slats of wood creeping up the window pane until it was nothing but an empty, abandoned husk, so different from the bustling bodega of five seconds ago.

And as this new reality crystallised around Matt, so did the chaos.

Screams. Shrieks. Yelling. Cars crashing. Hundreds of heartbeats suddenly invading his senses. People appearing as if from thin air, and staggering around in confusion. Matt narrowly avoided colliding with a man to his right. A man who wasn’t there a second ago.

The man grabbed on to Matt’s arm, as if clutching at a lifeline. “What the fuck, man? What just happened?”

“I- I don’t know,” Matt replied, feeling just as lost as the other man sounded.

“Where’s my wife? I was just here with her? Where is she? Why is everything different? What the fuck is happening?” The man stumbled away, calling for his wife.

Calina.

The thought of her banished the last lingering threads of disorientation. Matt grabbed his phone and speed-dilated her number. He started jogging towards their apartment building as he waited for the call to go through.

But all he got was an audio alert instead, informing him that he had no network connection.

He shoved the device in his pocket and started running. For the second time in 24 hours, he started running towards the woman he loved, heart in his throat, fearing for her safety. Yesterday’s concern had been for nothing. A false alarm.

He had a horrible, sinking feeling that today would be different.

That feeling grew stronger as he reached his building and entered the lobby. The familiar blend of scents and sounds which normally occupied this space was gone. Gone was the smell of Mrs Schneider’s baking. Gone was the smell of talcum powder and milk from the baby in 2F. Gone was the aftershave of the mail carrier - a musky, woodsy scent that usually lingered long after the mail was delivered. The blaring TV in 3C was silent. The scratch of the author in 4D’s pen against paper was replaced by the dissonant sounds of rock metal blasting from a tinny speaker. The stomp of heavy boots could be heard in the apartment below that one, where this morning a frail, elderly man had lived alone.

Everything had changed.

Everything in the fucking city was different, and he didn’t know why.

But the why could wait. He needed to get to Calina first.

He ran through the lobby and up the stairs, avoiding the rusted, disused elevator which had shuttled him to the ground floor only a few hours ago with no problem. He flew up the stairs, past the piles of trash discarded on the landings, and the cigarette butts littering the steps. He barged through the door to his floor and ran down the corridor, already calling out her name. “Calina!”

He reached her door and started hammering his fist against the wood. “Calina! Callie, sweetheart, open up!”

A man’s voice answered instead. “You have the wrong apartment, shithead!”

Matt staggered back as the door opened. A large man filled the door frame. “Will ya quit with all the fucking banging? My wife’s trying to slee-" The man paused, his temper retreating in an instant. When he spoke again it was in a much gentler voice - either he realised Matt was blind, or he could tell how utterly confused he was. “There’s no one here called Calina. You have the wrong address, man, sorry.”

“No- I- I don’t understand,” Matt stammered, shaking his head.

Just then a figure appeared behind the man in the doorway, walking with the distinctive waddle of someone heavily pregnant. She put her hand on the man’s arm and said in a choked voice. “Wait, Darren. It - it’s all over the news. They’re back. They’re all back!” She let out a sob, covering her mouth with her hand.

“What are you talking about,” Darren replied. He turned his back on Matt and fussed over his now crying wife. “Jenny, what’s going on?”

She ignored her husband, and addressed Matt. “You came back, didn't you? Just now?”

Matt shook his head. “No. I- I didn’t go anywhere.”

She pulled Matt into the apartment and in front of the television set. She pressed a button on the remote and it sprang to life in the middle of a breaking news alert.

“-as suddenly as it happened five years ago, all those who disappeared are now returning. We don’t know why, or why its happening now, but if you’ve been praying like I have for all of that time, your prayers have been answered - they have returned.” The news anchor’s voice was thick with emotion, her professional composure straining under the weight of what she was reporting. She took a deep breath, then launched into a more calm and collected statement. “We are getting reports that the unexpected re-appearances are causing some accidents across the city, so we’re advising viewers to stay in doors if possible, while first responders deal with-”

Matt turned away from the broadcast and scrubbed his hands over his face, two words echoing in his mind:

Five years.

Five. YEARS.

“Has it - has it really been that long?” he asked the couple. The couple now apparently living in Calina’s apartment. “What year is it?”

“It’s 2023,” Jenny replied gently, as if breaking bad news.

Which she absolutely was.

“Half the world - half the universe - disappeared in an instant when Thanos snapped his fingers,” she explained.

“Who the hell is Thanos?”

She sucked in a breath. “Wow. Okay, that’s a long story. Why don’t you sit down,” she offered. “I’ll make you some tea-”

“I think he needs something a little fucking stronger than tea, Jen,” her husband interjected. “How about a shot of whiskey, dude?”

Matt shook his head. “No. I need to find my- my girlfriend.”

“Calina?” Jenny guessed.

“Yes, she used to live here. I live - I lived - across the hall, and she was in this apartment. Do you know what happened to the previous tenant?”

“We only moved in last November - and the tenant before us was a young man. I’m afraid I don’t know your Calina.”

“But the place opposite is empty,” Darren added. “Has been for the full five years, according to Nick downstairs. Sometimes a-”

Matt didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence. He bolted through the apartment and across the hall to his own door. He fumbled in his pocket for his key, slid it into the lock and turned the handle, praying that somehow she’d be there, safe and whole and as desperate to see him as he was to see her-

But the wave of stale air that hit him told him straight away that Darren was right. No one was here. And no one had been here for a very long time.

He closed the door behind him and sank back against the wood, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal. There was no point in checking the rest of the apartment. He could sense that it was cold and empty. Nothing but dust motes in the air. No scent of Calina. Not even a trace of himself.

Just a space that had been abandoned long ago.

So where was Calina?

She hadn’t disappeared while in her own apartment, otherwise she would have reappeared there, just like he’d reappeared on the street. She wasn’t here either…

So where else would she have gone this morning after he left her?

Matt checked his phone again, but it was still searching for a network. He threw it aside, ignoring the clatter as it smashed against the floor, and yanked open the front door again. He strode down the corridor, mentally composing a list of places she might have visited.

The coffee shop around the corner.

His office.

The library.

The dance studio.

He’d go to each one. If she’d reappeared in any of those spots, he’d find her scent and track her. Or maybe he’d run into her on the street as she made her way back here, battling through the throng of all the other returned souls.

He ignored the small voice inside him that whispered of a more dreaded possibility - that maybe she’d never disappeared in the first place. That maybe she’d stayed. Without him, all this time.

No. Matt refused to countenance it. He couldn’t bear to even think about it.

He would find her.

She was somewhere in the neighbourhood, and he would find her.

———

The world outside wreaked havoc on Matt’s senses.

Cries of anger and confusion rang in his ears, echoing the tumult of his own emotions. Shrieks of joy - at loved ones reunited - battled the darker sounds of despair. Car alarms blared from wreckages, the drivers having swerved around people who suddenly appeared right in front of them. Police sirens wailed. People lay injured on the sidewalks, their blood a coppery tang on the air. Adrenaline saturated every molecule around him.

Matt tried to block it out as best he could, but he was feeling just as shaken as the rest of New York - and the rest of the world, apparently. Every single person on earth, at the exact same moment in time, had just experienced the same seismic shift in reality. For the returned, and for those left behind, everything had changed in a matter of minutes. It felt like the very air was vibrating with the effects of that collective shock.

All Matt wanted to do was find Calina and take her in his arms. He felt like if he could just hold on to her, the world would stop spinning around him. If he could just breath her in - and replace all the pain and blood and fear with her beautiful scent - it would calm his soul.

He tried to focus on that goal, but there were too many people in need of his help. And he couldn’t be selfish, especially now. All he’d ever wanted was to help the people of his neighbourhood - and they needed help now more than ever.

So on the way to his first destination, he staunched the bleeding from a gashed leg, waiting with the shaken woman as the EMTs arrived. He battered down a boarded up doorway to free the old man trapped inside. He followed the sound of weeping to a small child huddling in an alleyway. He lifted the trembling little boy in his arms and carried him to the nearest police officer.

“Thanks,” the officer said, patting the child on his back. “There’s a holding area a block over where all the kids are waiting for their parents - I’ll take him there and make sure he’s safe.”

“Is there anything else I can do around here to help?” Matt asked. “You look like you have your work cut out for you.”

“Nah, man, it’s actually calmed down a lot compared to an hour ago. And now we’re just seeing lots of happy reunions, so it’s actually a good day.” Matt could hear tears in the officer’s voice, the emotion hitting him hard. “Can you imagine what this little one’s parents are feeling, racing over here to get ‘im?”

“I imagine its a whole lot of relief and joy.”

“Yeah. We never thought it would happen - that people would come back. It’s…” The man tailed off, unable to finish the painful thought. “Anyway, you should go, man. Go find your loved ones.”

Matt nodded, and started heading in the direction of Calina’s favourite coffee shop, hoping his loved one was there.

She wasn’t.

But it seemed like half the population of Hell’s kitchen was.

The place was teeming, with people spilling out of the door and lining up around the block trying to get in. The reason became clear when a harried-sounding waitress borrowed a bullhorn from a nearby police van and stood on a table to address the crowd. “The wifi is down! I’m sorry to all of you who are waiting to try to use it, but the internet servers have crashed due to the sudden surge of traffic. You can come in if you’re buying coffee, but if you’re trying to get on the net, its offline!”

Complaints and frustrated cries rose from the crowd. The teenage girl beside him started to sob. “But I need to email my mom or something! My phone’s not working and I don’t know her number.”

Matt tried to reassure her. “I’m sure your mom’s on her way here. The police have set up a holding area on the corner of 95th and 45th. If you go there, I’m sure she’ll be able to find you.”

“Really?” she sniffled. “Okay. I’ll try that. Thanks.”

The girl took off running, and Matt moved on to his next option for finding Calina - the dance studio. But it was deserted, the door sealed off with thick slabs of wood. So many businesses along the route were in a similar state of abandonment, the once thriving, bustling neighbourhood having fallen into a state of neglect.

As he walked to the library, the wide cracks in the pavement swallowed the tip of his cane, and the stench of garbage left lying on the street overwhelmed his nose. Rats scurried behind bushes and hundreds of pieces of paper fluttered in the wind. They were stuck to trees and pasted to shop windows, curled and dried scraps that rustled in concert with the dying fall leaves.

It was eerie. As if he was wandering through a decaying world.

Signs of life returned as he neared the library. Similar to the coffee shop, it was full of frustrated people trying to contact their loved ones through an internet that had failed. Matt forced his way through the crowd and into the main room…but there was no evidence of Calina. Matt tried to stay optimistic, but his hopes of finding her were dwindling. And he only had one place left to try: his law firm.

Which, as it turned out, was no longer his law firm.

Matt’s first clue that something had drastically changed was the odour in the stairwell. Gone was the faint scent of printer fluid, and the musty smell of the textbooks which lined the walls of Foggy’s office. Gone was the ever-present aroma of stale, bitter coffee. All the familiar smells were replaced by the strong stench of acetone. Matt’s nostrils twitched with the acrid smell as he reached the outer door. He brushed his hand over the wall to the right, where the embossed sign ‘Nelson, Murdock and Page’ should have been found. A noticeboard resided there instead, layered with old, curled up pieces of paper which crinkled beneath his fingers.

Matt pushed open the door, already knowing his trip here was futile - there was no scent of Calina anywhere.

“We’re closing!,” a voice called out. “In case you haven’t noticed, the world’s gone crazy - again! Your manicure, or facial, or whatever, will have to wait.”

That explained the acetone smell, Matt thought. His office - the home of the law firm he’d set up with his closest friends, the place where he’d been given a second chance to work with them - was now a beauty salon.

“No, I was looking for someone,” Matt said, stepping into the shop.

“You mean the guy who poofed into here and gave us all a heart attack?”

“Wait, Foggy was here?” Matt had been concentrating so much on finding a trace of Calina, he’d overlooked the scent of his friend. Which - now that he was paying attention - was lurking beneath the chemical smell of the salon. It was fresh - barely a couple of hours old - which placed Foggy here at the time of everyone’s ‘return’.

Foggy had disappeared, just like him.

Matt exhaled, relieved to know the fate of at least one person in his life. “Was there a woman here too? A tall blonde?” he asked, wondering about Karen. She used to change her perfume daily, so it was always more difficult to pick her out of a crowd.

“No. Your friend asked that too. But we haven’t seen her in years. She used to come and collect the mail when we first took over the lease, but then she stopped. Moved out of the city, I think.”

Karen had stayed?

Shit. He and Foggy had disappeared, and she’d been left behind?

God, what had the last five years been like for her?

Matt thanked the woman and left, his head spinning. He trudged down the stairs and out onto the street again. The chaos from earlier had subsided, just as the police officer said. The confusion and mayhem had given way to some semblance of order, and the noise had quieted.

Which wasn’t exactly a good thing, from Matt’s perspective. That noise had helped to drown out his thoughts. His trek through the city - helping people and searching for Calina - had given him a goal to focus on, with no time or energy left to spiral into worst case scenarios.

But now…that was all he could think about.

What if she’d stayed, just like Karen? What if Calina had been here the whole five years? Without him.

Matt rubbed a hand over his chest as he walked, the pain of that thought causing his heart to pound and a nauseating oily pit of dread to open up in his gut.

No. God wouldn’t be that cruel, would he?

No. She was probably back in his apartment right now, waiting for him. She could have gone to that bagel shop she liked and disappeared from there. Or to the Widows’ house. There were a million places in the city that he hadn’t checked. The sensible plan was to go back to his place and wait for her there.

Matt stuffed down the feeling of dread, and focussed on his new goal. Until he had proof that she’d stayed, he would keep searching.

Keep hoping.

He headed back to his apartment, this time avoiding the more run-down, paper-strewn areas, sticking to the busier streets. He concentrated on the sounds of news alerts and police announcements and the thud of his feet hitting the pavement, one after the other. He concentrated on everything but the doubts and fears trying to weasel their way into his head.

His new route took him down a familiar street, one he’d walked just this morning - back in 2018. He felt a pang of guilt as he found himself standing in front of Clinton’s church yet again.

Maggie.

His thoughts this morning had been of Calina, and Foggy and Karen. He hadn’t spared much concern for his mother, which made him feel like a terrible son.

But they didn’t exactly have that kind of relationship.

Still, he wanted to check on her, now that he was here. He made his way down the gardenia-lined pathway to the rectory at the back of the building and knocked on the door. He waited a few minutes, but there was no answer. He walked around to the church entrance and slipped inside. A woman was sat on a pew at the front, being consoled by the priest. Maggie was nowhere to be found, but her scent was overwhelmingly rich, layers of it hanging in the air - proof that she’d been here these last five years. Proof that she’d been here less than an hour ago.

The elderly priest looked up at the sound of Matt’s cane tapping the tiled floor. “Do you need help, my child?”

“No, Father. I was just looking for Maggie.”

“She left to be with the children - the one’s who’ve returned. The police came asking for volunteers and she ran right out to help.”

Matt nodded. That sounded like Maggie. “Can you let her know that her so- that, um, Matthew came by? And that I’m okay?”

“Yes. I will. I’m sure she’ll be very relieved.”

“I hope so. Thank you, Father.”

Matt left the church and continued his trek back to his apartment, grateful that Maggie was alive and well. As he turned down his street, he picked up his pace, the hope that Calina might be waiting for him overtaking the negative thoughts that were still trying to intrude. He jogged up the steps and into the lobby, then sprinted up the stairs once he was out of sight. He crashed through the door to his landing, and reeled to a stop, his heart pounding in surprise.

Because someone was there waiting for him.

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Chapter 2

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