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mothernatureknows · 5 days
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𝖵𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗀𝗁'𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗌
1- 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 1888 2- 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵-𝘙𝘦́𝘮𝘺-𝘥𝘦-𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 1890 3- 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888 4- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘖𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩, 𝘈𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 1888
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mothernatureknows · 27 days
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FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)
You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.
But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.
(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"
From the 404 article:
A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”
So please, go click that opt-out button.
(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"
Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”
It should make a difference! Go click that button.
(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"
This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:
This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.
And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:
zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.
So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)
Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)
(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"
I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.
Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:
The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.
So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*
But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:
The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.
On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:
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For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.
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Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.
If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.
Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.
I hope this helps!
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mothernatureknows · 1 month
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"Here, let me get that for you."
Maddy uses the salve she created from some moss and medicinal herbs on Minjae's fresh wound, checking to make sure that there is no visible infection forming. It didn't seem like he was severely injured, but even the smallest of wounds could be fatal if not treated correctly.
She glances around warily as she finishes patching up the wound, wrapping it in a not-so-dirty shirt. Green eyes carefully admire her handiwork, not totally happy but glad that she was able to treat it. "I believe that you should be fine. We should keep it clean and ensure to change it after a few hours," she states with a small smile. "I think some Neosporin would help if we could find some..."
She sighs shakily, glancing at their hiding place, the sound of growls faint in the distance. "Once we're safer, of course."
**
It's been 2 weeks since Maddy ended up in this world. When she realized that she'd been thrown into another reality entirely, she had been an absolute wreck. She had wailed, sobbed, whined in fear in this new place she was in. Even with the familiarity of Minjae, he was a stranger in this land, and she did not feel comfortable staring into his exhaustion-filled eyes.
In an act of desperation, she had picked up the glass shards that had transported her and tried to piece them together to get back. Her fingers slit and bleeding, vision blurred by tears, she had managed some sort of image, seeing a fractured version of the other version of her laying on her bathroom floor.
In that fractured image, she saw Minjae—her Minjae—come running to see what had happened, his expression startled and confused as to the state that this other Maddy was in. "Minjae!!" Maddy tried to scream through the glass. "Minjae, no! I'm right here! Please, that's not me, I'm right here!" All she managed to see was Minjae's soft brown eyes glance at the broken glass and then back to the other Maddy, bending down to pick her up and move her out of the bathroom.
"No! Please, Minjae, NO!"
She had been screaming herself hoarse, screaming at her everything and also at nothing, until the image faded and all she could see was herself in this world—blood-shot eyes, disheveled hair, and...
WHAT WAS THAT??
This world's Minjae had quickly picked her up and moved her away from the glass, forcing her to sprint away from whatever creature she had seen. Maddy had had no choice but to begin running, forcing her body to move, exert itself in a way that she had never had before. She had clutched tightly to this new Minjae's hand, his skin cold and scarily thin.
This was her new reality.
This was her new world.
And she was terrified.
**
Maddy sighs again, glancing towards the stream to their left. She gets up and washes her hands in the stream, using some of the cold liquid to splash on the back of her neck. The water looks cold and inviting, sparkling in the waning sun. Maddy wants to dunk her head in and take a big gulp but she knows better. She remembers that she and Minjae had watched a few survivor videos on tv, and they never drank from a stream without boiling the water first.
But that required a fire. And a fire was just what would attract those monsters to their location. Based on their levels of exhaustion and Minjae's fresh wound, they couldn't risk it.
Maddy stares instead longingly at the stream, green eyes reflecting the same sparkle. The longer she stared, the more she saw...something. It's not the first time. Whenever they were by a stream, or a semblance of a reflection that wasn't a mirror, Maddy could see fractures of her old life.
And her living it.
She saw the other Maddy trying on fresh clothes, sleeping in their bed, basking in the sun outside on their porch. The other Maddy had a cautious look on her face, like a stray cat they had brought home once. Always wary, never quite settled. It only made it more painful to watch when the other Maddy would never look back at her reflection. The other Maddy would avoid any clear liquids, the bathroom mirror, their room mirror, anything reflective really.
It just made real Maddy hurt all the more. Not just for herself, but for this other Minjae. Other Minjae had known that Maddy wasn't the one he knew. Not when she was wearing fresh clothes and looked properly fed. Not when she was sobbing her eyes out, clearly unknowing of the dangers that surrounded them.
Yet he was kind enough to take her in, help her find out about what this world was about. Other Minjae helped Maddy come to terms with their situation, to learn about the monsters and how to survive. He had done all this without prying too much into her old life.
All of that which Maddy was so, so grateful for.
And to know that the other version of herself wouldn't even look back, just made it all hurt ever more.
Maddy blinks back her tears, taking a deep breath. She couldn't cry anymore, she already cried earlier this morning, it wouldn't help to do it again. Thus, she steels herself, no longer hearing the roars in the distance.
She takes off her sweater before also removing her undershirt, putting back her sweater over herself. Taking her undershirt, she soaks it in the cold water, squeezing some of the water out before going back to Minjae.
"Let's take away some of the dirt, yeah? Get you cleaned up a bit," she states, taking his face in her hands. Carefully, Maddy begins to remove the dirt, showing more of his smooth skin and slightly rosy cheeks. She's smiling as she reveals more, being careful of the few, shallow scratches there. She runs her thumb tenderly over his cheek at the end, having removed most of the dirt and grime. "Good as new," she murmurs, green eyes interlocked with brown ones.
Her heart stutters then, remembering all those times she'd stared into these very eyes and felt hope.
But all she feels now is nostalgia.
And hopelessness.
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mothernatureknows · 2 months
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She first noticed on a Monday morning.
It was a small, menial thing, almost hidden in the corner of her vanity. She thought it might've been a smudge, quite possibly created by a misplaced lipstick or the swipe of a distracted makeup brush. Maddy thought nothing of it and vowed to clean it later, when she wasn't scrambling to head to work.
She'd take care of it...eventually.
The odd thing though, was that smudge also followed her to work. Without realizing, when Maddy looked in the shared doctors' mirror, she saw the same exact smudge in the same exact corner. It was uncanny and weird, but smudges always happened at work. Well, more than a smudge, but still, it wasn't uncommon. Maybe it was a sign that she really did need to clean her vanity and God was trying to throw another hint her way.
Yeah, that was probably it.
***
She noticed next on a Wednesday night.
Maddy had tried to clean her vanity, really! She had done her due diligence and used all the chemicals available in her and Minjae's house, just to get her space as clean as possible. She even made sure that she had her day free to dedicate to cleaning, so that she could tackle multiple things at once. Minjae had tried to coax her out of tiring herself but Maddy had been insistent. If she didn't address it now, she wouldn't get to do it ever.
The smudge that had followed her for over two weeks now, and had gradually gotten bigger, was her last hurdle. It wasn't even a smudge anymore, it looked like a giant, dirty rag had wiped through a quarter of her mirror. She was absolutely baffled that it could grow so big, especially since she and Minjae weren't that messy to begin with. Maybe things got a little too steamy now that they were happily married? Or they threw something that could've spread a stain?
She's trying to wrack her brain while wiping at the mirror, brow furrowed in concentration. Could it be that the vanity itself was in bad shape? It wasn't exactly new when she bought it, it had been loved before, so maybe it was starting to need some fixing up?
"Maybe..."she huffed a frustrated sigh, continuing to wipe at the mirror. Geez, was it going to come off? She's using the strongest chemical at their disposal, so why isn't it coming off??
After a half-hour, just when Maddy thought she'd made a semblance of progress, the smudge has traveled to over half of her mirror, laying all her attempts to waste. Tired and sweaty, the brunette settled in the seat of her vanity, panting lightly. Seriously? Was this not going away?
She stared in frustration at her now-distorted reflection: one-half in her bedroom and the other...
Wait. That wasn't right. Her other half should show her room but all smudged up.
Why then did it show...something else?
***
She notices for the last time on a Sunday afternoon.
The smudge has practically consumed her vanity. It's covered every inch of her mirror, clouding the once-image of her and Minjae's room. Maddy can no longer see anything that used to be reflected: not her makeup, not their bed, not their closet, nothing. The worst part?
She sees someone else that's not her.
But it is her.
At least...she thinks so. This smudged version is her in all sense of body and face, even with the cloudiness, Maddy knows that that's her. But the eyes....those aren't her eyes.
Maddy has done everything to cover up the vanity. At first she would look away, then she would start covering it with a sheet—which would mysteriously slide down by the next day—and then she even tried to smudge it up even more, to Minjae's worry. But nothing worked.
The most harrowing part was that Maddy was now seeing the smudged version of herself in other mirrors. It wasn't even her vanity anymore, she would see smudge Maddy in the clinic, on her way home, walking by buildings, even in the bathroom.
Maddy wasn't safe from herself.
She tried to subtly ask Minjae if he was seeing anything, if he noticed something now that the smudge had grown. But, to her growing anxiety, he hadn't noticed any changes. It was just a dirty vanity. Even Luna, when she visited during odd hours, told Maddy that it was "an old-ass vanity that needed to be replaced anyway."
Yeah, right, it just needed to be replaced.
Maddy took a shaky breath as she entered the bathroom to cool herself off. She's been starting at her vanity for the last half-hour and it seemed like the image of herself was growing the longer she stared. Almost like it was going to crawl out and—
The sound of a scream turned her eyes to the large mirror in their bathroom, her green eyes going wide. She was looking at herself again, but this was absolutely terrifying.
Smudge Maddy was staring right back at her.
Somehow, this other version of her was wearing shredded clothing, her left knee cut up and steadily bleeding. A chunk of her hair was missing, maybe singed or pulled off. Her entire complexion was pale and gaunt, like she'd been surviving on little to nothing.
What's going on?
Maddy is absolutely bewildered at this morbid image of herself, moreso at how smudge Maddy is staring her down, eyes mixed with jealousy and despair. Maddy glances down at her matching sweats and hoodie, partly in fear but also to break away from the not-her version.
Another scream brings her eyes back up and she sees smudge Maddy standing right in front of the mirror. Smudge Maddy has her hand raised to the glass, mouthing the same words over and over:
HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP
***
When Maddy wakes, she's met by a pair of brown eyes staring down at her. "Minjae?" she recognizes, blinking slowly. "What happened? How did I—"
She stops.
This isn't Minjae.
Minjae has rosy cheeks and clear skin, always wearing a matching set of clothes on their off days. He always wakes her with a kiss and a smile, offering a reassuring touch and something more.
This isn't Minjae.
He looks uncomfortably pale, blood stains on his cheek and clothes. The clothes look like they've seen better days, slightly torn and matted. He hovers over her, not touching her in the slightest.
This isn't Minjae.
She scrambles up to a sitting position, her breathing already accelerating. "Where am I?" she says louder, green eyes darting to and fro. This isn't their house. It looks like what's left of a condo, or the skeleton of it. A makeshift tent is propped up around them, shielding them from the elements above. Several decrepit buildings surround them, looking as though they'll tumble at any second.
She turns to her right and sees a pile of glass shards, reflecting her same green eyes back at her. She freezes.
What have I done??
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mothernatureknows · 2 months
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[  STEPPING  BACK  ] Orion and Eve or Luna and Minwoo??
[  STEPPING  BACK  ]:      while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs.
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Parties were never, nor will ever be, Luna's favorite. The thought of being in a confined space with more than a dozen people at a time makes her skin crawl. Even worse, if most of the people at the party were strangers and her comfort person—in this case, Maddy—have absolutely disappeared.
Luna has been nursing her beer for the last 10 minutes, wandering through the throng of people to try and locate her friend. Maddy had invited her to this party—some random celebration about the surgeon team getting new equipment—promising that she wouldn't part ways with her, and before she could even breathe, the brunette had been dragged away by her super-nerd of a boyfriend.
Which left Luna to her own devices, strategically avoiding any-and-all interactions.
Once she finished her beer, Luna trashed the bottle headed for the open bar again, hoping to numb out more of the anxiety she was feeling. Just as the bartender left, Luna managed to sneak the whole bottle of vodka she'd requested, quickly making a beeline to balcony she saw when she first arrived.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she was met with the frosty air, the drop in temperature a calming agent for her nerves. Luckily, no one was outside, considering most of the warmth was inside the building with all the other bodies. She took a long sip of the bottle, plopping down on a small bench next to an electric heater, courtesy of the party organizers.
At least she could get some peace and quiet here. And hopefully, if Maddy bothered to notice, they would get to go home soon.
But not everything goes as expected.
Just when Luna thought she could be by her lonesome, she felt the bench creak to her right, forcing her head to turn in that direction. She released a sigh in annoyance. "For fuck's sake..." she mumbled.
"Hey, find your own bench, yeah? Can't you see this one's taken?" She said, creasing her features in irritation. A beat passed before the newfound stranger turned his head, doe eyes meeting her sharp ones.
All at once, she's hit with a wave of recognition the longer she looks at him. Was this...that's right. Super-nerd's brother, Mintax, no, Minbree, no...Minwoo!
"Minwoo? Maddy's boyfriend's brother, right?" his nod of confirmation proves her right. "What are you doing out here? It's cold as fuck 'nd the warmth is back there." She points in the direction of the venue, where even more people seem to have shown up. His expression suggested that he was probably wondering the same about her.
"There's just way too many people for my taste. Fuckin' nerds, too," she took another large gulp from her bottle. "But I'm here for Maddy, wherever the hell she is."
And hopefully she can get Luna out of this hellhole.
"There is a patio below us that you can go to. 'M not forcing you to stay here," she provided, also hoping he'd get the damn hint that she wasn't going to move from her spot.
After a rather long slience, it didn't seem like he was going to leave, either. She let out a long exhale of frustration, taking a deep swig of the vodka. Can't she get some alone time? Let her drown in her lonesome sorrows? She can't even get that?
She was about to say something more but blue eyes spot her best friend in the patio underneath. Maddy looked happy and jovial as always, but there's also a touch of...something that Luna doesn't quite get. It's lingering on the brunette's features and adds to the cadence of her voice, light and giggly. Looking closer, Luna noticed that Super Nerd boyfriend is the one on the receiving end, surprisingly looking and sounding similar.
Luna huffed out a breath, looking a little longer than she should. She wondered what that felt like, to have that something. To have someone else feel that something for her. It looked nice, pleasant even...might even get her to stop being such a bitch.
A noise of acknowledgement sounds to her right and that's when she realized, she said all of that out loud.
She cursed to herself, glaring at the fucking vodka that was likely the cause of her loosened lips. She put the bottle down near the floor, snowflakes starting to sprinkle around them. "Don't share that," she managed, hoping that her glare is threatening enough that he won't.
She was met with the same doe eyes and increasingly rosy complexion, likely due to the cold. Yet, there seemed to be no malice or judgement upon her verbal stream of consciousness.
Reflecting back on that night and their subsequent conversations, had she paid really close attention, Luna would've felt the faintest whisper in her heart of that telltale...
something.
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mothernatureknows · 2 months
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“Do you have any hobbies, Ms. Ashford?” Minjae turned to the lovely lady he’d asked to accompany him on a stroll of the upper deck, trailing behind his travelling companion and coincidentally her sister. “A-Any passions, perhaps? Besides dancing, of course,” Was that a timid attempt at a tease as well? 
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"Hobbies? Well, my sister says I have a knack for sewing and crocheting," Madeline supplied, threading her hands together behind her back. "I've sewn lots of patches to our clothes and made some myself!"
True to her word, Maddy has nimble fingers that have saved many a garment and created several, as well. She often gazed longingly at the windows of tailor shops, hoping that one day she would be able to sample fabric that exquisite or wear something as such. With their earnings, the sisters could barely afford a new piece of clothing once every other fortnight.
"Dancing could be another, though all my dancing was learned from my sister," she points to the blonde walking up ahead, smiling fondly. "Evie has taught me so much growing up, I hope to repay her in kind someday." Maybe once they settle in another country, their chances of a better future could go up, too.
"And yourself, Mr. Po? I would presume dancing and dressing fashionably are amongst your many hobbies?"
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mothernatureknows · 2 months
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"Zephyr. Zephyr! Zephyr!"
Zephyr jolts awake, his cocooned body throwing the blankets haphazardly off his bed. He blinks several times, trying to adjust to the gray light of his room. What time was it? Was it still night time? He feels too groggy for it to be late still. The alarm clock he was gifted from Maddy catches his eye, the electric numbers signaling that it's well before proper sunrise.
He groans softly before a loud pounding of his door makes his whole body jolt again, his fingers tightly clutching the sheets.
"I'm awake!" he croaks out, trying to untangle from his sheets.
"You're due for breakfast, lazy oaf. Don't keep me waiting," a stern voice answers.
"Don't keep me waiting," Zephyr mocks quietly, rising from his bed.
Did his brother always have to be such an ass when waking him up? The least he could do is minimize the digs into Zephyr's character. Maybe then the winged man would actually wake up in good spirits.
And who the hell actually woke up at this hour??
Grabbing the nearest, clean shift, Zephyr changed out of his night clothes and began heading out of his room before pausing in front of his mirror. He quickly ran a hand through is unkempt hair and peels off the acne patch Maddy put on his skin the night before, the skin remarkably less irritated.
It helps reduce the redness!
He sighed fondly as he gazes at the patch, remembering Maddy's soft hands and careful placing. She was so incredibly caring and kind, that it almost made Zephyr forget his irritation from a few seconds ago. He would've preferred a wake up call from her than his hardass brother. She would've probably woken him up with breakfast in bed and a warm hug.
A kiss maybe, too.
He shook his head as he willfully discarded the acne patch, heading down with a bit of pep in his step, slightly less dreading the usual, tedious breakfast that awaited him.
***
"So, can you tell me where you go off to at night?"
Zephyr momentarily paused mid-scoop, the oatmeal trailing from his spoon down to his bowl. Shit. Of course, Sol would just get straight to the point. Not surprising, since Sol is the head of the military for his majesty. He was known to be direct and unrelenting, squeezing out every last drop of information you had. Zephyr knows because he's been the unfortunate victim of his interrogations.
Regardless, Zephyr is actually hesitant to say his whereabouts. Normally, he'd sing like a canary for his brother and get Sol off his back, but something inside him was telling Zephyr otherwise. Maddy was not for Sol's ears to learn about and investigate. She was a dear friend and companion, something that Sol would disavow immediately. Relationships between the lower world and their world were strictly forbidden, possibly resulting in banishment for him...
And death for her.
He took a breath before answering, circling through his oatmeal like usual. "Just hanging out with a friend."
"Who?"
"It's whatever, Sol, don't you have—"
"Who?"
Zephyr sighed heavily, meeting his older brother's gaze. "The. Moon. Prince. That's who." Well, it wasn't a complete lie. Zephyr was hanging out more with the Moon prince, Minjae, and teaching him about Earth. Just a few times last week, Zephyr showed Minjae about first aid for humans and how to distinguish between all the different modes of human transportation.
But he didn't need to divest in that.
Sol looked at him with wide eyes. "T-the moon prince? But how did—why does he—how are you friends with him?"
"Beats me," Zephyr shrugged, taking another spoonful of oatmeal. "We just met and became friends."
"That's it? You have to get high level clearance to even meet him. I had to request an audience for him that took two weeks to get approved!"
"Like I said, we just met one night when I was flying down and we crossed paths."
"...Flying down?"
Shit. "Yeah, flying down for...practice. You know we have to practice more at night to better see, right?"
Sol sighed, massaging his forehead with his hand. "You can't fly at all at night, dumbass, it's dangerous. I'm sure that you can find other ways that won't endanger you and your new friend.
"Plus, it'll keep you safe from all the lower-world brutes, too. Could you imagine what would happen if they get their grubby hands on you or the prince?"
Zephyr clenches his unseen hand into a fist, forcing himself to hold back.
"...No, I can't."
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mothernatureknows · 7 months
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mothernatureknows · 7 months
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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋.
basically i got thinking abt like. you know when you watch a movie, or read a book, and characters go into a room or they do a particular thing together, and you just KNOW it’s building up to something, and it could be literally anything, from a kiss to a murder, but SOMETHING will DEFINITELY happen??? yeah. this is a love-letter to those glorious scenes! i hope you all enjoy!
[  ROAD  TRIP  ]:     the sender and receiver embark on a road trip together; the purpose could be anything at all, but what’s important is that the journey lasts at least several hours. additionally, the sender and receiver are the only people in the car!
[  BARED  SOULS  ]:     the sender and receiver spontaneously go skinny dipping together in the middle of the night while visiting an isolated lake. go wild! maybe the sender finds the receiver already skinny dipping, maybe it’s the other way round, who knows! you do! maybe.
[  NIGHT-TIME  STROLLS  ]:    the sender decides to walk the receiver home from an event late one night. and it’s very late; so late that they might as well be the only people left in the world. it’s just them and the quiet night sky, and conversations of all kinds are easy to come by.
[  TOP OF THE WORLD  ]:     one of the muses finds the other on the roof-top in the middle of the night. neither of them want to sleep, and so they sit together for the remainder of the night until the sun comes up, content to sit and talk and exist with each other.
[  STEPPING  BACK  ]:      while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs.
[  NO  VACANCIES  ]:     both characters are in a position where they must share a hotel room together; not so bad, until they realize the only room left has one bed and no sofa in it. paired with a carpet that not even a worst enemy would be subjected to, the two must share the bed.
[  WRONG  ROOM  ]:     after a long day, and a hotel with many vacancies, the two muses part ways to go to bed. only, one of them ends up waking in the middle of the night, and shows up at the other’s doorstep, knocking and asking to come in, for reasons unknown to the other muse.
[  NIGHT-INGALE  ]:     after being badly beaten, one muse shows up on the other muse’s doorstep, pleading for help. the other obliges, brings them in and gently cleans their wounds, bandaging them up, helping them as much as they can while quiet confessions and gentle pleas happen. basically, angst and emotion and hurt and comfort, and it’s DELICIOUS–
[  VISITING  HOURS  ]:     upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside.
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mothernatureknows · 7 months
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.
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🖤 India Eisley 🖤
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secondchvnces​:
ever since maddy lost the baby, things have been slightly different between them. the dates always made her happy, but he could always tell there was a lingering sadness within her. it pained him to see, and for once he wanted to take that pain from her if it meant never seeing her cry again. unfortunately, they live in a reality where they’d lost their second child, but daesuk has been trying his best on performing to get maddy pregnant again. but for some reason, she could never quite get into it, so they’d end up giving up for the night and spooning together.
tonight is supposed to be romantic, though. no sadness, no pain. just romance. he wants to make maddy feel special and loved. make her feel good. that’s all he ever wants, really.
“noah took yena over to visit jude.” daesuk says between his teeth, purring as the girl removes the rose from between them with her tongue. he gives a slight nod to the thank you before pressing into a long, meaningful kiss with his love. he’s always loved the taste and feel of her lips. they’re plump and match in the same softness of the rest of her body. daesuk chases the kiss a moment longer before she officially pulls away. he smiles at the individual pecks that follow, breaking away to pull maddy’s chair out for her to sit.
“salmon chowder and fresh bread,” daesuk announces, leaning over maddy’s shoulder as she sits. he picks up her spoon and puts a bit of the soup onto it, carefully raising it to her lips. “give it a taste.” he waits until she takes the spoon into her mouth, anticipating her reaction.
daesuk smiles brightly then moves over to sit on his own chair across from his partner. “good, right?” he takes his own spoon and dips into the soup to taste. he pauses for a second before smacking his lips and nodding in approval. “oh yeah,” he muses, “that’s really good.”
maddy follows him with ease to her seat, her features alight with excitement over the meal. she leans forward and shimmies her body in enthusiasm, much like yena with her favorite meals. (in the back of her mind, she makes a note to thank eve and noah for taking care of yena for the night). 
green eyes follow the movement of his hand, dipping the instrument into the soup and raising it to her mouth. her own, smaller, hand rises to curl gently around his, wrapping her lips around the soup. immediately, she’s hit with a savory taste, the creamy broth sliding warmly over her tongue and throat, producing a high pitched hum from her throat. 
“that’s so delicious!” she says, face alight. on her own, she takes more of the soup and the large salmon parts into her mouth, humming in response. now, this, was a meal. after such a long shift and re-experiencing the heartache from earlier, this salmon chowder and bread—which was so soft and melted right on her tongue—absolutely hit the spot. 
his words spark some curiosity within maddy, a slight quirk of her lips as she sips the wine. “you cooked this all on your own?”
For @secondchvnces
There's a cooing baby reaching out to their mother across from where Maddy's finishing up her paperwork, the baby's face creasing up adorably as the mother smiles down back at them. Maddy can't help but stare and smile herself, a sudden pang hitting her heart.
She and Dae have been trying for a few months for a second child to no avail. After what happened during her second pregnancy, Maddy hadn't had the heart to continue. She was beyond devastated, like a piece of her heart had died along with their lost baby. For a while, she had been inconsolable, breaking down in tears every time she thought about the incident, or was reminded about it. Maddy tried her best to look presentable and be present for Daesuk and Yena, but some days were harder than the others.
After some time however, something clicked for Maddy and she learned to accept the loss and...keep moving forward. As hard as it was, she realized that it would not help her, nor her family, heal if she continued to relapse. So, she found herself eventually crying less, smiling more, being content and using those memories to push forward.
Maddy suggested trying again to Daesuk, ready to expand their ever-growing family. Of course, with the necessary precautions, Maddy consulted with her fellow co-workers, getting all types of tips from gynecologists, visiting her own and making sure everything was ready to go.
Still, with such emphasis, Maddy has been wildly doubting herself, any time she and Daesuk were intimate felt too rehearsed. It wasn't him! She's certain, he's always been so incredibly wonderful and nurturing—and never misses—but she gets caught up in their overall goal and ends up falling out of the mood.
Explains why she hasn't been able to get pregnant.
She sighs tiredly and gathers up her belongings, finishing the last of her shift before leaving the clinic. With short goodbyes, and no traffic, Maddy makes her way home, slotting the keys in the lock before opening their front door. "I'm home!" she exclaims, green eyes glancing around as she puts her keys away.
Huh. That's odd. Usually, Yena would come running to greet her at this point, and Daesuk would come out shortly after. In her confusion, a savory and delicious aroma greets her instead, making her mouth water and stomach grumble on command. She follows the scent, green eyes widening at what's welcoming her.
"Oh my—Dae! You did all this?"
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noah is nearly in a daze from how perfectly eve squeezes him inside of her. the room fills with the sound of wet, sloppy thrusts, the bed only squeaking occasionally. it’s when eve arches her back from the bed that noah notes she’s getting close to her climax. he wants this to last as long as he can make it. 
for a few moments, his thrusts grow faster, drilling away at eve’s g-spot. the bed knocks hard up against the wall, threatening to knock a hole into it. noah doesn’t care though. all he cares about are the sounds of he and eve’s moans intermingling, and the way her legs start to grow shaky around him. he quickly pulls out of her and kisses down her body. collarbones, breast– hold on. he pops a nipple into his mouth and sucks, one of his hands moving down to grip eve by the waist. he smiles as she writhes beneath him, now moving to suck hickeys down her torso down to her cunt.
god, he loves how wet he’s made her. she’s practically dripping and that makes it all so more enticing for him to go down on her. noah moans into eve’s cunt as he wraps his lips around her clitoris, sucking hard while two fingers find their way sliding into her pussy. he fucks her slowly with his fingers, smiling as her hips move, but he stays latched onto her clit a little longer. when he finally pops off of her, noah looks up at eve with a dopy smirk before removing his fingers. he goes down on her.
his tongue slides between the folds of her lips, loving the smell and taste of eve’s cum coating his senses. he flicks his tongue back and forth a few times before sliding it into her hole, now tongue fucking her while his hands reach up to play with her breasts. the noises she makes causes him to throb hard between his legs, dick twitching against the bed as a bit of pre-cum bubbles up to his tip. all of this is a tease though. he wants to be back inside of her and that shows by the way his hips rut up against the bed.
“fuck, baby you taste so good,” noah hums after popping his head back up from between her legs. he lets her calm down a bit more before reclaiming his position on top of her, but he doesn’t reenter, he just hovers. a hand grips the woman’s face as he leans down to kiss her, their tongues wrapping together for a moment before he pulls away ever so slightly. their lips hover above each other. “say you want me,” noah growls lowly, teasingly brushing the tip of his cock against her folds. 
noah has been holding back this feeling for so long. whenever he’d been around eve there was always this desire to be with her. he always wanted to kiss her or hold her, or fuck her. it was a shame it took so long to build up to this moment, but he’s relieved. there’s only so much sexual tension one demon can handle. it had him jacking off pretty often in the privacy of his own room when she’d leave, looking at the ceiling and pretending it was her riding him instead of his hand. there were several days he came more than once just by thinking about eve and her body. it was almost embarrassing.
the demon looks down at her now and thinks about how he loves the pink tint to her cheeks and the way her skin glows while under him. she could be mistaken for an angel, but with the things they’re doing right now it’s clear she’s of no nature. still, he adores the woman and leans down to kiss her in a loving way rather than carnally. he slips back into her with ease, rocking his hips only slightly. he wants to really feel her in these last few moments before they both cum. 
“say it,” he urges her again, but there is no growl, just desperation as he waits for her cue to kick up the pace again.
eve can feel her walls spasming, reaching that delicious high that she’s been aching for the last three years. her legs tremble and try to hold on as tightly as possible, digging her heels into his ass. almost, almost, almost, almost, almost—
a loud whine escapes eve’s bruised lips as he slips out of her wet heat, robbing her of a really, really fucking good orgasm. the tell tale prickle of tears mar her vision momentarily, absolutely frustrated. she tries to fight his restraint then, struggling as she tries to release her hands so she could pounce on him instead, hazel eyes hungrily eyeing his retreating cock. 
“noah, fuck,” she moans, feeling his cushiony lips suck on one of her breasts. her back arches in response, seeking more stimulation. unfortunately, for her, noah moves away from her peaked nipples, traveling farther and farther down south until...
a guttural groan travels up out of eve’s throat the moment she feels noah’s lips circle around her clit, along with the steady thrust of his fingers in her cunt. her own fingers could never compare to this, the ridges and scalding heat of his fingers inside her pushing eve to the edge again. 
with now free hands, eve uses them to dig fervently into noah’s hair, tugging and scratching at every lick of his silky tongue. when both hands reach up to cup her breasts, she immediately reaches for the one that was inside her, bringing his fingers to her mouth so she can suck her own essence off his fingers.
she knows, for a fact, that she will never be able to come back from this. all other partners she’s had will never compare to how he makes her feel. noah is all consuming in how he laves his tongue over and inside her, truly breaking eve’s resolve into dust. 
though, yet again, he leaves her on the precipice, hanging by a mere thread to orgasm. this time, one tear does manage to escape the blonde’s eye, a frustrated whimper leaving her lips. for fuck’s sake!, she thinks. she just wants to cum, so, so bad. 
she wipes the tear before he claims her lips again, her essence mixing through their tongues. her pleasure has dwindled slightly, enough for her to be slightly more conscious and not as cock-hungry. well. maybe for a few seconds. it all comes raging back when he’s pressing at her folds, a breathless moan released in this shared space of theirs. 
she blinks rapidly at his request, struggling to keep eye contact with him and not try to shove him inside her. want him? did he not know? did he not know that she did? that she does? and not just in the carnal aspect. from the moment they’d met, eve had been absolutely smitten. he had been caring, considerate, present, and, to put it bluntly, the best fuck she ever had. even with his devilish nature, it didn’t phase her for who he was. 
for who she fell in love with. 
her moan gets muffled as he slips inside her again, mouth slipping sensually over his. her walls clamp down hard along his length, hoping that she’ll be able to reach her tipping point this time. he urges her again, by which she takes a brief pause to run her thumb over his wet lips, hazel eyes skimming over his golden, sparkling skin, the sincerity in his eyes, and the strong yet caring hold he has on her body. 
for once, she lets herself feel and says:
“noah, please, i want you. i need you. please, please, fuck me.”
“i love you.”
@mothernatureknows
he breathes heavily into his pillow, the side of his face pressed deep into it. his fingers tightly grip the bedsheet beneath him, toes curling and uncurling in pleasure as eve's hips rock against his ass. when she pulls his head back with his hair, he smirks, eyes rolling up when she grazes against his prostate. the demon moans, finally having enough of this. he slides off of his partner's strap-on, sighing before he growls and pounces eve, dragging her further back in the bed. he damn near jumps on her, pinning her wrists hard against the bed. his lips move down her neck, teeth grazing delicate flesh before they lightly bite down.
noah finds his way into eve, using his knee to spread her legs for him. as soon as he pushes into her, he begins a slow, though powerful rhythm. he suddenly licks up from her collarbone to her cheek, a low growl rolling in his throat as he continues his thrusts, holding back from pounding into her right away.
it's been at least three years since noah left, which means it's also been three years since the last time he'd had sex with eve. he'd missed her body as much as he'd missed her, his skin absolutely on fire now that they're touching. everything feels so intense and right in this moment that it feels like he's never had sex at all. he worries about cumming early because of it, but he knows he can hold out for eve.
he presses his hips sharply against hers, angling them so that his tip reaches her g-spot. as soon as he receives an approving moan from eve, noah grinds harder and deeper, the pace only picking up by the slightest bit. his lips are parted as he breathes heavily over the woman, but it isn't long before that space is closed between them and their lips are interlocking.
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daesuk has survived many fatal wounds in the past…then again, he did have the ability to heal himself by absorbing energy. he does forget every now and then that he no longer possesses such ability, so he tolerated the pain as much as he could in fear of scaring maddy. however, his plan falls short as she starts to cry and rushes out of the room.
he draws in a deep breath, finally bothered by the gash in his ribs as it brushes up against the material of his shirt. it is deep and he did lose a lot of blood, but he’s still standing, right? he should be fine? maddy’s reaction must be getting to him because now his face has gone pale and he’s starting to feel lightheaded. dammit.
the man worries for his girlfriend the longer she’s out of the room, but then he hears her call for him. he looks up at her from his hand and carefully follows her back to the room, not wanting to give her any struggle. she already looks so exhausted. he feels bad. 
“maddy…” he mumbles, sitting down on the bed. he pets her hair once before letting his arm fall back down. “it’s just a gash." just a gash, oh he sounds like a fool. "I’m okay, I promise.” daesuk offers a reassuring smile before lightly petting his lover’s cheek. 
normally he’s more careful during his “outings” but this guy had a lot of fight packed into him. daesuk is still learning to navigate the ways of being a serial killer without his powers. to kill is one thing, but having the strength to avoid injury is a different ball game. he knows he has to be more careful, though. not just for himself, but for maddy as well.
she manages to get him to follow her back to the room, one hand swiping at the tears left on her cheeks. maddy had to enter into medical mode, there was no doubt in that. with the loss of blood present on the shirt she’d first seen, there wasn’t much time to lose. 
maddy sits beside him, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves, as she set all necessary materials on her lap. “lie down please,” maddy says with care, biting her tongue at his carelessness for his own health. just a gash? did he think she was that naive that she wouldn’t calculate the seriousness of the situation?
when he’s already done so, maddy leans forward to delicately lift his shirt up, revealing golden skin she’s long familiar with and, with it, the tell tale injury he had been covering up. she inhales sharply, nose scrunched up in a light wince. well, it was a gash. 
and it was pretty bad. 
sighing, she grabs a few disinfecting pads, cleaning away the blood first. “this may hurt a little,” maddy informs, folding the soiled pads into a special trash bag. “so, please tell me if it’s too much, then we can stop.” as further reassurance, maddy leans over to press a brief kiss to dae’s lips. 
“can i stitch you up?”
@mothernatureknows
don't say anything. don't say anything. don't-- "FUCK!" daesuk gives in and grabs his foot, head tipped back and cheeks puffed out in pain. all is halted the moment he starts to hear a cry from the bedroom. yena's awake. you woke her up, you prick. goddammit. he blows out all the air collected in his cheeks before setting his foot down, trying to walk, but ends up tripping on the floor. "mother of-- oh shit. i'm so sorry." he looks up at maddy towering over him with a hand on her swollen belly. he smiles awkwardly before scrambling onto his feet -- or foot, rather, hobbling over to the bedroom door.
"i got it," he promises as he hobbles closer to the crying baby, eventually reaching her crib. he grabs the side and leans down, face only inches away from the infant. "jageun agi," he coos, shaking his hair in his face the way she likes. the baby cries a moment longer before sniffling and giggling as she reaches up to bat at the swinging mullet. "ah, there we go," daesuk purrs, reaching down to lightly pet his daughter on the head.
it's been months since the whole being kicked out and visiting a voodoo priest ordeal occurred, but daesuk is pretty confident that things have improved majorly. was he fully cured of who he was? absolutely not, but now he has a heart to show for. he still struggles with emotion, that being due to his autism, but otherwise understands life a little bit more than previously. he feels more human than he ever did in his previous life. full of love. full of content.
the only thing that really hasn't changed is his bloodlust. that is something he's kept a secret from maddy, though, and for good reason.
i fix you, you serve me. that was kwanis' demands, and unfortunately that called for some part of daesuk to remain broken. how else could he willingly serve under a vengeful voodoo priest if his lust for blood had been cured? oh no, kwanis may have fixed the empty space in his soul and ability to absorb energy, but he did not rid of all the darkness that hid inside the man.
daesuk gently touches a finger to yena's nose before turning to the doorway to see maddy standing there holding out a shirt in her hand. he squints in confusion until he notices the bloodstains.
oh. oh shit. oh no.
"maddy..." he starts off, backing away from the crib. "i know what it looks like but look," he holds up his hand to show a cut, "everything's fine! i made a mistake while cooking that's all." he did, in fact cook breakfast for himself, so hopefully she'd buy the lie. if not, he's a dead man. again.
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although she’s beside him now, he keeps his gaze out on the street. he waits until she’s taken a gulp from the bottle to pick it up again, tipping his head back to down the rest as she speaks. i think i owe you an apology is the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing today. instead of interjecting, he allows her to continue her oncoming speech. he listens attentively, brows furrowing together at the mention of him leaving.
noah does his best to not roll his eyes, but still lets eve continue. by the end of her speech, he’s left quiet for a moment. when he finally does speak, his voice cracks a bit. “no matter how many times i’ve told you i had no choice, you won’t listen to me.” he stands up from the stairs and sighs, looking down at eve. “now you’re coming here to apologize for treating me like shit when all i’ve ever done is look out for you and jude.” he doesn’t move, just continues to look at her.
“you don’t have to force yourself to apologize.” he reaches down to pick up his empty whisky bottle, moving towards the door to his building and waiting for eve to follow behind him. “i never hated you for the way you felt about me,” he mumbles, “but you never ever gave me a chance to explain myself. you just wanted to think of me as a monster.”
eve’s brows completely furrow, a confused expression on her face. force herself? this is the most, fucking sincere she’s been in a long time! is he being fucking forreal??
“i’m not forcing myself to apologize, i’m being serious!” eve explains. “i know i was being shitty to you, and i’m sorry i did that. can’t you see that?”
it actually stings that he doesn’t seem to be taking her seriously. here she is, pouring her heart out to him, and being apologetic, and he just spits this vitriol back at her? fuck. well, if it was anything like she had been treating him, then she was definitely deserving of it. 
didn’t mean she liked it. 
“ok, i get it, i was maybe more shitty than i thought i was,” eve concedes, following noah. “but i’m willing to listen now, and i see how much you care about jude.”
in fact, there wasn’t a day that eve didn’t consider how involved noah was with their child. jude would always greet his father with a wide, toothy smile, squealing with glee at the prospect of spending time with noah. jude was also asking eve ‘where’s daddy?’ and chirruping things like ‘me like daddy!’ it was incredibly endearing...and made her heart ache all the same. 
“regardless of what happened, and what you didn’t choose to do, can’t we start over?”
@mothernatureknows
noah sits on the front steps of his apartment building, looking out into the busy streets. there's a bottle of whiskey by his left foot and a cigarette in his right hand. the demon soaks in the sunshine, long hair pulled back into a ponytail. beads of sweat cover his forehead, and he wipes it off with the back of his wrist before popping his cigarette into his mouth. he uses his thumb to light the end, sucking in the nicotine before blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.
calm, warm days like these makes him miss eve. they should be sitting side by side sharing a cold drink, laying in each other's arms and laughing about God-knows-what. but instead, he spends his days alone, quiet and lonely. in recent months, he's picked up more shifts at nihilus' diner, not only to make more money to support eve and judas, but to also keep his mind busy. spending his days alone was never ideal, especially not in the way he usually does; drinking and sulking over a dead relationship.
it's been over a year since noah reconnected with eve, and yet it still feels like she does everything in her power to push him away. he's tried his hardest to return to her good graces, but with no luck. he even helped with improving daesuk's situation to help maddy, hoping that eve would notice he still cares. but nothing he's done in the past year has seemed to make a difference, and the disappointment of constant rejection has started to weigh heavily on his heart.
he lets out his cigarette to take a swig from his whiskey bottle, leaning back against the steps and sighs. he could be working right now, but it's his only day off and his body has grown exhausted from lack of rest. he stares up into the clouds, drifting off into another land for a moment before he hears someone clear their throat.
he sits up, looking down the steps to see a familiar, and much wanted face at the base of the stairs looking up at him. he smiles. "where's judas?" he asks curiously. the only time eve has shown up was to drop the baby off for babysitting. but today she's shown up with no child. he moves over on the step and pats next to him to signal her to sit down.
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mothernatureknows · 8 months
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fuck, it’s been so long. 
for the last three years, eve has found zero satisfaction in her sex life. when noah left, she didn’t have the heart to go looking for someone to satisfy her needs. her priorities started and ended with jude, no time left for herself. even after some time, when the heart ache wasn’t as painful, no one came close to riling her up the way noah had. they would mess around a bit, but just as soon as the spark came, it was extinguished instantaneously. by then, she would go home by herself and take care of her own pleasure. 
with noah back, eve had begun to feel that dull ache pooling in the base of her stomach, made ever worse whenever they were in close proximity. she tries to resist, fighting back every urge and rush to the privacy of her own room, shoving two fingers in her cunt to bring herself to an unsatisfactory climax. 
but enough was enough. 
she had to cave eventually.
which brings her to the present moment, straddling noah from behind, thrusting back and forth with her strap-on. of all the things to start off with, they mutually agreed for the strap-on, eve more than happy to fuck him just like he fucked her over. years of pent-up arousal and resentment traveled from her hips down into his body, graphic slaps echoing in the room. 
she manages to clutch him roughly by the hair with one hand, the other digging her nails in his hip. as his eyes roll back, eve lets out an equally loud moan, his reaction spurring a fresh wave of arousal to stream down her legs. she’s not sure if she can last any longer, seeing him beneath her steadily getting her to the edge. 
finally, finally, he breaks free of her hold and pins her to the bed, a satisfied smirk painting eve’s features. she lets out a dazed laugh, quickly converting to a groan as she feels noah’s teeth sink into her flesh. not quickly enough, she feels his throbbing length enter her, a satisfying, and familiar, burn coursing through her body as he stretches her out. 
she cants her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust, bringing both legs up to wrap around his waist. “nngh, fuck, noah,” she moans, letting out a loud keen as one particular thrust hits her sensitive bundle of nerves. “y-you’re, fuck, so good.”
her tongue tangles in his messily, barely able to offer any sensible kisses before she throws her head back on the pillow, arching her back. her hardened nipples brush against his chest, adding further to the rapidly building stimulation between her legs. 
“fuck, baby, i’m almost there,” she pants, furrowing her brows. there’s a dull ache where he’s holding her wrists up but she’s too far gone to care, more focused on the obscene squelching her cunt makes with every thrust. “g-gonna cum soon.”
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he breathes heavily into his pillow, the side of his face pressed deep into it. his fingers tightly grip the bedsheet beneath him, toes curling and uncurling in pleasure as eve's hips rock against his ass. when she pulls his head back with his hair, he smirks, eyes rolling up when she grazes against his prostate. the demon moans, finally having enough of this. he slides off of his partner's strap-on, sighing before he growls and pounces eve, dragging her further back in the bed. he damn near jumps on her, pinning her wrists hard against the bed. his lips move down her neck, teeth grazing delicate flesh before they lightly bite down.
noah finds his way into eve, using his knee to spread her legs for him. as soon as he pushes into her, he begins a slow, though powerful rhythm. he suddenly licks up from her collarbone to her cheek, a low growl rolling in his throat as he continues his thrusts, holding back from pounding into her right away.
it's been at least three years since noah left, which means it's also been three years since the last time he'd had sex with eve. he'd missed her body as much as he'd missed her, his skin absolutely on fire now that they're touching. everything feels so intense and right in this moment that it feels like he's never had sex at all. he worries about cumming early because of it, but he knows he can hold out for eve.
he presses his hips sharply against hers, angling them so that his tip reaches her g-spot. as soon as he receives an approving moan from eve, noah grinds harder and deeper, the pace only picking up by the slightest bit. his lips are parted as he breathes heavily over the woman, but it isn't long before that space is closed between them and their lips are interlocking.
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