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metamorphosisff · 1 year

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|Chapter 12| There Is Rain

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Sweat poured down my face as I finally finished my set of Bulgarian squats. Dropping the seventy pound dumbbells in each hand, I stood up and wiped my face with the bottom of my shirt. As I went to grab my water bottle, I caught Aiden’s stare.

“What bro? I did fifteen,” I said.

Waving me off, he said, “Question.”

The look on his face let me know that I would soon regret giving him the go ahead for his foolishness but I motioned for him to continue as I took a few sips of water.

“Been around any vampires lately?” he cracks, causing me to almost spit my water out.

“Bro, what is your problem?” I chuckle.

“Nothing, I’m just saying. Looking like you willingly offered yourself up. Whore,” Aiden said.

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped as we both busted out into laughter. I wasn’t someone who kissed and told but as I was rushing to get here on time, I didn’t realize there was evidence left behind. If I did, I would have worn a different shirt.

“Something like that,” I say. In a flash I see Mila on my bed spread before me, eyes wanton, chest flushed a vibrant hue of red.

There.

Here?

Yesss.

My reverie is interrupted by Aiden hitting me in the face with a balled up towel.

“Unnecessary,” I said, tossing it back, though he side steps being hit by it.

“Necessary as hell. You ain’t about to be reliving your lil sexcapade in front of me. We close but never will be that close,” Aiden said with a laugh, as he went over to pick up the weights for his turn. “Who is she.”

It no longer felt right to call Mila just my friend but it was hard to describe what we were becoming. If it were Rah asking me this question, I might have a better answer but since it was Aiden, I kept it simple. “Someone I care about,” I reply.

“One you don’t care about people, you be in love. Two, good, tired of you being sad and mopey. Three, you are a shit wingman so you better make her your girlfriend. You ain’t for the streets for real,” Aiden jokes, as he does his set without nearly the amount of struggle I did.

“Man it’s not my fault you don’t have no game and you're right about that, I’m not for the streets. I want more than falling in and out of beds,” I said, with a shrug.

“Like I said, you be in love and ain’t nothing wrong with that. So what’s her name?” he asked.

“It’s Jamila and it’s too soon for the love word, so chill,” I replied. The last time I thought I was in love that turned out not to be the case.

“Look at you blushing and shit. Lying ass,” he chuckled, dropping the weights.

“Respect that I don’t want to give your nosey ass any details right now. Just know that she’s different,” I said.

“She better be. The last thing you need is another Mariah,” he said.

“Nah, I learned that lesson, trust me,” I said with a shake of my head. Being with Mila was like breathing with the full capacity of my lungs. I didn’t have to hesitate to be myself because everything I said mattered to her. It was a freedom that had been sorely missing from my life until now.

“Only took the rest of your twenties and eight months of walking around looking like an extra for a Jagged Edge video,” he said, causing me to snort.

“Dawg, I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” I said, as laughter consumed us both.

This was the closest of a heart to heart we would have because Aiden didn’t do feelings. All he cared about was whether or not we were happy and how he could show up when we weren’t. That alone is why no matter how bad he got on my nerves I would always call him my best friend.

With most of my free time being split between watching over Granddad and hanging out with Mila, it had been almost a week since I had been by my parents house. After the hectic nature of the previous one, I needed some space. I think we all did as Veronica opted to spend last weekend at my apartment versus at home with our parents. She was a bit out of sorts after seeing our father collapse which was understandable. We had been having to face mortality a lot recently and she wasn’t even eighteen yet. When I walked in the house, I could hear her and her friends in the backyard most likely practicing tumbling. I’d give my greetings to them later and continue to let them have their fun undisturbed. Kicking my shoes off and placing them in the cubby in the foyer, I padded my way to the living room where I heard the TV on. Sitting in an armchair, looking like the spitting image of Granddad, was Pops.

“Hey Xay,” he greeted, as I walked over to him to slap hands. Like his father, he wasn’t overly affectionate to anyone other than my mother and sister. When I was ten, I came up with a handshake which became our thing. “Glad you stopped by. Your mother has me cooped up in here.”

“She’s just trying to look out for you. Doctor said you’ll be able to do light exercises next week though,” I said, as I took a seat on the couch.

“She’s feeding me rabbit food,” he deadpanned, causing me to chuckle at the exaggeration.”I might not make it that long.”

“Pops,” I said, shaking my head. “Too soon for death jokes.”

“Sorry but it’s how I feel. You know I don’t like being idle,” he said.

“You're not being idle, you’re recovering from a traumatic health event. I think that warrants some down time,” I said, for what had to be the twentieth time. There was something about getting older that made the adults in my life turn mulish in nature. They were less inclined to listen to reason and only wanted to do what they wanted while not taking account of the better options.

He nodded his head while picking up the remote. “You trying to watch this Yankee’s game with me?”

“Sure.”

I leaned back against the couch as he turned to the YES channel. While we watched the game, mom flittered back and forth, making sure Pops was taking his medication on schedule and bringing snacks. I was haphazardly picking pistachios out of my napkin of trail mix when Pops called my name.

“Yes sir,” I replied, looking over at him.

“We just struck out Boston’s best hitter and you didn’t have anything to say. What’s on your mind son?” Pops asked.

He was right. I couldn’t recall anything from this game because I had been trapped in my mind trying to figure out how I wanted to broach the subject of our relationship. However, like there would never be a perfect time, there weren’t going to be perfect words either.

“Honestly, I’m vacillating between being concerned about your well being and pissed about your lack of respect for me,” I said, sitting the napkin down on the coffee table.

“Well since your concern has been duly noted, let’s address the latter. What makes you think I don’t respect you?” Pops asked, as he sat up a bit straighter. A sign that he was actively listening to what I had to say.

Scrunching my face I said, “You did when you insinuated that I wanted to shirk my responsibilities to Granddad and tied that assumption to my character as a man.”

“Xay, I know dealing with Granddad isn’t easy but we are his family, and looking after another is what we do. A man looks after his family, come hell or high water, not passes those responsibilities over. I know you don’t have a family of your own yet but you would want your kids to do the same for you. Hell I want you to do the same for me if it ever comes to it and I’m not sure you will,” Pops said.

“What?” I said, with a raised brow. “How can you even say that shit to me with a straight face? I go above and beyond for this family.”

“Doing what is expected of you isn’t going above and beyond. It’s your duty,” Pops said.

“That’s semantics. Either way I show up, which is more than you can say. I have a question for you, what’s the name of Granddad’s primary doctor? His neurologist? His physical therapist? Huh?” I asked.

“I don’t see-

“Yeah you don’t!” I said cutting him off. “You don’t see shit. You barely see how not easy it is dealing with your father, the man you supposed to take care of as the oldest of his children! So what kind of man that make you?”

Pop's face darkens with anger as he points a finger in my direction. “And who’s paying for those special doctors? Those medications? Not the V.A., I’ll tell you that. Who is paying the taxes on the house? The car? That’s the kind of man that makes me. I’m doing my part, I’m asking you to continue to do yours.”

“It’s easy to do your part when all it consists of is writing a check. You not getting cursed at and beat on when he can’t remember where he is in the middle of the night. You not getting called every name but your own. You not seeing the bruises on GiGi that he leaves when me, Chase or Ryan are not there,” I said, standing up, my anger roiling too much to remain seated. The feeling made me antsy so I slowly began pacing on the side of the coffee table.

“What?” Pops recoiled, sinking back against the chair. “What bruises? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you letting your mother, children, nieces, and nephews get beat on by a person who doesn’t even exist anymore. We take it because we love him too but it’s not right. None of us are trained medical professionals! We all work, we all tired, we all got shit going on but none of that is considered because of your idealization of what a man is supposed to be? Let me clue you in, a man should know how to make the correct decisions for his family. Not put them through hell because of their pride,” I spat out.

The more I thought about his inconsideration the more vexed I became. All of the frustration I had previously swallowed was churning in the base of my throat. The acid was on the tip of my tongue but I was trying my best not to blow up. Trying my best not to slip back into the angry child he knew me to be growing up because then he really wouldn’t listen to me. He would accuse me of being emotional and dismiss everything I said in one fell swoop.

“You think my reasoning is about pride?” Pops said, standing to his feet as well. “Let me tell you something boy, everything I do is because it was what I was told to do. When your grandfather first started losing his memory, he knew it was only a matter of time. He made me swear to keep the house and him in it! He trusted me to do right by him and that’s what I’m going to do. He wanted to be at home with his family until the end so that is where he will be.”

“That was before he knew his disease would make him violent,” I said, taking a deep breath. “That changes things.”

“It does, I’ll look into getting an overnight nurse at the house. I didn’t know he was hitting GiGi,” Pops said, putting his hands on his hips.

“But you knew he was hitting us. Why wasn’t that enough for you to make this decision when this behavior first started?” I asked, squinting my eyes in confusion.

“By the time I was your age, I had been hit more times than I can count. What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger,” Pops said, waving my question away. He stood with his shoulders squared, no regret written anywhere in his countenance.

“So because you suffered, I should? That’s your logic,” I chuckled darkly. “The crazy part is you don’t even realize how fucked up you sound.”

“I’m not going to apologize for looking after my family and trying to raise you right,” Pops said.

“I’m not asking you too, I’m asking for you to apologize for failing at it. I didn’t go to Rikers for no reason,” I said.

Indignified, he steps closer to me and I keep my eyes on him as he eliminates the space between us. “Now, that was your own mistake. You and you alone decided to go joy riding in somebody else's car. Your mother and I gave you everything and you almost pissed it away being careless. Don’t you dare put that shit on me,” he said, pushing his finger into my chest.

“Yeah it was my mistake but what do you think pushed me into making it? Your constant threat of signing me up for the army actually made prison more appealing. Not something you ever considered huh father of the year?” I questioned, causing his eyes to go wide at the confession before settling into a slant.

“Hey now, what’s going on in here? Why are y’all yelling in my house?” Ma asked, walking into the living room but Pops held his hand up signaling for her not to come any closer.

“See that’s what I mean right there, you always want a loophole around hardships or something you don’t like,” Pops said, twisting my words.

“No, because I’ve been through plenty of hardships. I want a father who loves me for who I am and not what he wants me to be but fuck that,” I said, slapping my chest for emphasis.

“Your father does love you sweetheart. Come, let’s have a seat, this has gotten out of hand and we need to take a beat,” Ma says softly, inching closer to us.

“Mom is right. As my first born, I didn’t know what my heart looked like until you got here, so don’t be mistaken Xavier. I will love you every day until I leave this Earth and even after but I’m struggling to like you at this moment,” Pops said, his tone full of steel as he takes a few steps back from me, hands on his hips.

“Alex Taylor!” Ma gasps, shaking her head, as her eyes shift wildly between us both. Words that have been ten years in the making have been purged for what seems like no reason. He still didn’t see me, maybe he never did, and maybe he never will.

Nodding my head, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table. “Likewise.” I place a kiss on my mother’s forehead and move before she can pull me into a hug. The action hurts her but I can’t be touched right now. “I’ll call you Ma. Tell V, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay long.”

With that, I stalk out of the house, the front door slamming behind me. Music still pours from the backyard and I’m grateful my sister didn’t have to bear witness to that ugliness. My legs carry me several blocks away from the house. I’m walking in hopes to calm myself down but it’s not working. This isn’t the kind of anger that burns off. It’s the kind that makes you feel as if you are breaking into a million pieces. I don’t feel like trying to collect the fragments either. Reaching into my pocket, I call the one person who can make me feel something besides this darkness. The call is connected on the first ring. She takes one look at my reddened face and spares me from having to spill my guts with one question.

“You trying to lose at UNO?”

“AYE YOU CHEATING.”

“No I’m not, we agreed to stacking,” I laughed, as Papi looked across the table at my empty hands with nothing but disbelief. In a matter of seconds I had changed the course of game night between the trio when I won my first and then second, and third round of the card games. Mila was happy for my wins because the mother and son duo had been beating her for the previous hour they had been playing.

“Take your L Papi,” Mila said.

“Vengeance will be mine,” Papi says, reaching for the cards to reshuffle but Mari stops him.

“It will be yours another day. We’re going to the movies,” Mari said.

“We are?” he asks with confusion wrinkling his brow but I knew what Mari was doing. Although I came in smiling and was cracking jokes, my energy was off. Even Papi noticed because he was being nice for once.

“Yes we are. Say goodbye,” Mari said, standing up from the floor where she had been sitting.

Papi made quick work of wrapping his arms around Mila. She gave his curls a playful tug as he held out his fist in my direction.

“See you little man,” I said, bumping his fist with mine.

“You coming to my game on Friday?” Papi asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I said. I know it was a big deal for him to ask me, that meant in some way he was accepting me into his orbit.

“You weren’t going to invite me?” Mila asked.

“You always come. Didn’t think I had to ask anymore,” Papi says with a shrug.

“Fair point,” Mila concedes with a smirk.

“Thanks y’all,” Mari smiled. It meant a lot to her to have Papi feel supported and having an extra person to help with that was appreciated. “Boy, bring yourself.”

“Bye y’all, have fun,” Mila said, watching as they bounded out of the apartment.

Once the door clicks shut I waste no time, pulling Mila across the couch, and settling her into my lap. I push my face into the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, she smells of jasmine and something warmer. Something uniquely her that makes me press a kiss there. Her arms wrap tightly around my shoulders and that’s how we remain for a while. The only sound that can be heard is the show Papi insisted we watch from the tv. I listen to her heartbeat and let it lull me into some semblance of peace. Her fingers trail gingerly across the nape of my neck, moving in small circles. I let the power of her presence subdue the remnants of my frustration. Nuzzling my nose against her skin caused her to hold me tighter.

“You hungry?” she asks after some time.

“Not really,” I replied.

“When’s the last time you ate?” she asked and it apparently took me too long to come up with the answer by the indication of her sucking her teeth. “I’m going to heat you up some pizza and wings. You go wash up. I cleaned your clothes from last time you were here this morning. They are in the chair in my room.”

“Aight, thank you,” I said, retreating from my hiding spot to give her a kiss.

“Nothing to thank me for, go,” she says, kissing me once more before hopping out of my lap so that I can stand. She turns and heads to the kitchen before I can tell her how untrue that is. I shake my head and head to the bathroom knowing how she feels about compliments. One day I was going to tell her about all the ways she made my life better by just being herself. For now, I’d let her think she was slick.

After my shower, she beckons me outside to the small balcony that’s attached to the living room by way of a sliding door. There’s enough space for a chaise and a black cocktail table which our plates rest on. It’s still warm out but the breeze makes it one of the nicer summer nights. As soon as I sit, she hands me a plate. I express my gratitude with a forehead kiss that she blushes at.

“Are we talking about it or ignoring it?” she asks softly once I’ve eaten half of my food.

“Ignoring for now,” I said, finishing off a wing and looking over at her. “It took a fifty minute Uber ride and seven games of UNO for me to reach the level of calm I’m currently on.”

“Understandable. I don’t need the details to tell you that I’m proud of you and that your braveness is something I admire,” she says, causing my heart to skip a beat.

“I dunno, I’m feeling more foolish than brave,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin.

A part of me knew the conversation with my father would go left and I had been prepared for that. What I wasn’t prepared for was how deep his need to regulate everything was. I walked in hoping to demand his respect and left wondering why I had wanted it in the first place. He claimed to love me but purposely let me struggle for almost two years to teach me some sort of lesson. Even when I brought up how he failed me he stood in a chamber of ego refusing to let it be chinked with the truth.

“That’s the risk of vulnerability. No matter how long it may take you, you find a way to express yourself which is the bravest thing any of us can do in the face of rejection or disappointment. I want to be fearless in that way too, I’m trying to be at least,” she said, with a nervous laugh.

Grabbing her by the waist, I placed her in my lap for the second time this evening needing to have her closer. Her long limbs wrap around me, securing our embrace.

“You are and it’s beautiful,” I said, kissing her cheek. She was on the cusp of finding her purpose. I considered myself blessed to be able to witness the journey. “I don’t express myself to be brave, I do it to be heard. A side effect of being a military brat I suppose but I won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel good to hear you say that.”

“Either way, you do it, and that’s something,” she said, staring into my eyes warmly. Underneath the glow of the streetlight I’m bathed in her spirit. It’s a balm that lays over the rough parts of today so that I can make it into tomorrow.

After a moment of openly gaping at one another, she pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, tangling my hands in her braids, and chose to get lost in her versus continuing this particular line of conversation. It may be something but that something had not been enough to get my father to hear me. So it was no longer worth lamenting over.

As if she can feel my thoughts traveling outside of this moment, she pulls away from our kiss, to flick the tip of my nose with her tongue.

“Why?” I questioned, as I began to tickle her sides. She squeals as she tries to escape but can’t due to the hold I have on her. The sound of her laughter evokes my smile.

“I regret nothing,” she laughs, as she leans in to do it again. “Now finish eating so we can go start the second Captain America movie because I need to see the full scene of them jumping Tony.”

Tilting my head back, I pinch the bridge of my nose as I groan. “Stooppp watching MCU compilations on Tik Tok.”

#metamorphasisff #slow burn romance #Black Fiction #black romance

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kiriska · 10 months

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rah rah ra ah ah

Busting out stuff right before the deadline is still a specialty. :')

Character by @crookfish.

#art fight #art fight 2023 #tombow fudenosuke #photoshop #pentel pocket brush #fountain pen ink #monsters

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year

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Hi! Thanks so much for all your fic recommendations and analysis posts! They are fantastic!

I was wondering if in your travels you had come across any fics that rewrite season 9, so that Mulder didn't leave, BUT also keep going with something that looks like the plot of season 9. Not necessarily the exact plot (since it’s bonkers), but something where Mulder and Scully have to deal with the larger Mytharc while being parents. Falling In And In by Aloysia_Virgata is the closest I’ve come to what I’m looking for.

And just to be clear, I love fics like Terra Firma by Malibusunset and Hurricane Season by Beduini and Rah, but they aren’t quite what I’m looking for in this case.

Thanks!!!

YES I HAVE! (Thanks for the compliments~.) I did my best sticking to this very, VERY specific niche. Some of these include Mulder left but Scully joined him later:

Mulder Doesn't Leave But the Mytharc Continues

Lapsed_Scholar's MASTERFUL fill-in series: Mulder is a stay-at-home dad during the entire events of S9 (including the cat autopsy scene.) Love this to death; and it further cemented my hatred of canonical S9, so there's that: Season 9 Rewrites and Musings - Lapsed_Scholar - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa)

Mulder is a stay-at-home dad battling the Conspiracy. Scully and their new partner get a call and drop-in from Phoebe, who is relatives with a higher-up:

1/ Project:TruthSeekers Alt Season Nine: Home Fires, Part One - ML_is_me, spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] Goss Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 01" by ML

2/ Project:TruthSeekers Alt Season Nine: Home Fires, Part Two - ML_is_me, spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] Goss Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 02" by ML AU/INTP marvels that ISTJ tracked him down w/ Will-- Gossamer | Story: "155 Words - Thankful" by ML

@baronessblixen's short AU covers a S9 nightmare Mulder had: (53) Hate is always foolish and love is always wise on Tumblr Ao3 Just A Dream - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

@o6666666's (Ao3) 20. As we huddle together, the storm raging outside-- Untitled — 20 (tumblr.com)-- is an invasion story where Mulder and fam bunk out to escape the aliens.

jeri's (MC) fic focuses on a case Monica and Doggett bust in connection to Marita. Mulder is in the background being a stay-at-home, mentioned occasionally by Scully: Ahonis (mulderscreek.com) Goss Gossamer | Story: "Ahonis" by jeri

@aloysiavirgata has a long series about Mulder and Scully parenting a specially-abled Will, ending with mytharc Colonization:

By Falling In and In

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Other assorted S9 fics w/ dashes of By Falling In and In are:

A Heart of Star-- Mulder has bonding moments with his growing son

Elysium-- Scully has bonding moments with her son growing up

Mulder Left, Scully Joined-- Mytharc Flavored

touchstona's epic that diverges from your idea only slightly-- Mulder is on the run; but Scully hauls Will out to him with her. The series is long and beautiful, touching on their entire relationship but mostly the wounds of S8 he has yet to address. She also reforms the entire mytharc while only using tools the show's writers gave us. Stunning work:

Part 1/ Amor Fati: Destinata (The Fated Love), Act One: Desiderium (The Longing) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Part 2/ Amor Fati: Destinata (The Fated Love), Act Two: Et Perierat et Inventus Est (The Lost and the Found) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Part 3/ Amor Fati: The Fated Love, Act Three: Tres Discendens (The Leaving of the Three) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Tess (Ao3) and Jacquie LaVa's fic covers Byers escorting Scully and Will to Mulder to Christmas. Mulder convinces her to stay: xfms.xffics.com/stillstillstill.txt Goss Gossamer | Story: "Still, Still, Still" by Tess & LaVa, Jacquie

Tess also writes about Scully being shoved back to the FBI for resources since Mulder is on the outs. The conspiracy rages on: Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x00 - Prologue, A New Beginning" by Tess

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa) Slightly off topic-- Scully tracks Mulder down with Will in tow: Gossamer | Story: "155 Words - Thankful" by ML

Does this count? Gillian Leigh's (MC) AU diverts from canon midway? when Mulder gets a vision from his future daughter warning against the adoption. He goes back, packs up Scully, his fam, and hers, and hides out in a civilization bunker. Samantha's there, too: Visitor in the Desert (mulderscreek.com) Goss Gossamer | Story: "Visitor in the Desert" by Leigh, Gillian

I have more; but this is long enough as it is! XDDDD

Hope these all do somethin' fer ye~!

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the-demoness-next-door · 4 months

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busts down your door like the kool-aid man. i take commissions on vgen and ko-fi now! and i also still take them through toyhouse if that floats ur boat. rah. you can look at my art tag for examples

#mine #demon's art #art stuff #commissions #commissions open

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uwakbhoy · 11 months

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SPIDERVERSE SPIDERSONA TIME 🕺

Hopped on the spidersona bandwagon, and now we are here. I REALLY WANT TO GIVE THOROUGH EXPLANATIONS OF WHY THIS DESIGN SO I WILL DO IT.

So, my spidersona is a college student, majoring in psychology. He needed a Biology class for his GED and one day, he was bitten by an experimental radio-active spider in class. The spider in question is a Golden Web Batik spider, commonly found in South-East Asian regions.

The costume design was made with the temperature and culture of the Philippines in mind, therefore the fabric used for the main base is light, and the outer fabric is sheer and flowy, much based on the barong tagalog worn traditionally by Filipino males.

The name is pronounced tee-bah-rah-ow, and is a Waray (Philippine dialect) translation for the word spider. The Baybayin (the script) says the same.

Aleks is ironically afraid of spiders, so him being spiderman is perfect for hiding his identity (no one would think that someone who is a slight arachnophobe is the spiderman).

I like to think that Aleks coming to terms with his new found responsibility is parallel to how he has to come to terms to his gender identity, since some Filipinos (in this universe) does not take well with superheroes; same with the transphobia heavily integrated in the society he lives in. In the Spiderverse HQ, he felt very welcomed and appreciated, eliminating the isolating and suffocating feeling he has in his own universe. He'd look up to Peter B. Parker as a father figure, something he never had from his own father who was caught up in being the big city's police captain.

Aleks' canon event? His father dies in a drug bust after an encounter. Aleks fails to save him in time, and only had enough time to say goodbye.

#spidersona #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse spidersona #spiderverse oc #digital arwork #digital drawing #art

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sungbeam · 5 months

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Me busting thru the imaginary door of your room. I have some important news to share with you (it’s not really important) BUT AHAIABAOSBSIRRBEIDBDOSBEIEGTORRB I finally read thru and finished reading off the record at the horrible time in which I should be sleeping (but then again we know my sleep schedule is wack).

I just came to express my feelings OFF SCREAMING BECAUSE CHANGMIN??? Literally never fail to amaze me with your writing & 😭😭 THE ANGST!! I wasnt expecting any of y/n or changmin’s backstories like yesss gimme that angst <3

the kisses though & him in specs <333333

ANYWAYS IN SHORT I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE(D) READING THIS FIC . Imma go read your spin offs soon 🥰 ILY and RAH THAT SUNWOO PIECE LOOKS SO GOOD PLS CONTINUE WRITING IT 🙏🏼🙏🏼 (the excessive emojis is actually making me cringe but I can’t help but use them)

okay fr I’ll be signing off now✨

omg HI ASH JIE SKFBWKNFKD hey ykw i didn't realize u were still going thru liu so it's pretty big news to me 🥴 anyways DJBFKWNDJDJ THANKS FOR READING AND FINISHING OFF THE RECORD :'))) no cuz like,, i genuinely don't know where my ability to write that kind of angst went, like i think i enjoyed writing the Bitterness from that fic a lot ahahha

YES I TOLD U I WOULD GIVE U CHANGMIN IN SPECS AHHAHAHAHAH AND I DELIVERED !! that ending part was to make up for like the 14 chapters of bs i put all of us thru 🤡

THANK U FOR READING IT AGAIN ASH ILYT AND I HOPE U LIKE THE OTHERS !!! omg right the sunwoo thing i posted ,,,, that's another can of worms good lord (´Д⊂ヽ im powering thru it .. i hope .... haha ANYWAYS i hope u got a decent bit of sleep!! and don't worry abt the emojis 💀💀 literally me lmfao

#sungbeam strikes again #moot ❧#ash 🤠#姐姐~💖#need a tag for this chonky series lol #the changmin fic™

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zephyrrambles · 8 months

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2am ramble lets go

I am currently writing this at 1:58 am and probably will end after 2:05am

Ehem

I just feel like rambling about special interests

So, Recently my obsession with disney/Pixar's Cars & Planes has been coming back and just rah

This isn't good simply because my Transformers phase is also back, two in one! Double whammy!! Yay!!

I've also just like grrrr mentally busted rahhhhh

I just wanna

Grrr

RAH

I genuinely just have absolutely nothing to talk about but at he same time I'm EXPLODING with stuff to post its CRAZY AH

Sbsjsbshshsush

Like what IS there to rant about? But also, What ISN'T there?

So, My sister and I also sent memes to each other (Cars n Transformers)

Some were silly, Some were outright stupid, some were sad, some were a tad bit gay and yeah. We did this for several minutes too lmao.

Hhhh

I'm like

So unstable.

Rah

Y'all what're your special interests

I wanna see if we have similarities shsvuss

I'm so tired n ready to ramble just take these photos

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vitamin-zeeth · 1 year

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I hate when people are like "I listen to everything" like dude I'm literally over here listening to Oola Shuka. Jamming to Moulee-Rah. Busting a move to Yocola Ateema. Bopping to Shakawalla. Havin a boogie to Una Duey Dee. I bet you've never even heard of Squip or Blue Milk Surprise. Amateur.

#nobody understands me fr 😔#(/j if its not obvious)#this won't make sense to literally anyone but its giving me a little chuckle #yall sleeping on Til The Spire ngl #no joke currently listening to Ma Pateesa this shit bangs #thoughts for the void

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cinamun · 7 months

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WEEEELLLLPPPPP…..she tried to clear it up in the subsequent pic but after that kiss we had a conversation about passion making the real truth come out…

Anyway, I feel like Indya is about to sit Darren down and agree with him 100% that Rah is not the best thing for Dira rn. They both have a lot of healing to do after this situation and it should be done separately. But she’s also going to hit him with that “remember when I had to crack you with that damn baseball bat because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?” And while I feel Rah’s actions should not be excused at all whether his intent was harm to Dira or not (can’t speak on his intent for Ryker but harm seems to be it), I think that conversation would give Darren a little more perspective and have him go talk to his daughter about the mental abuse and trauma she just endured. Also small side note, I do kinda feel bad that the focus keeps landing on the busted lip more so when the situation gets brought up because that’s the one thing that actually was an accident and he was just trying to move her so the gun wouldn’t go off and didn’t intentionally hurt her, a busted lip is a busted lip either way though so on the other hand I get it. Can’t say you meant no harm and expect people to believe you when you literally inflicted harm on both parties. BUT, and I could be wrong…the busted lip may be the focus because it seems to me that Hope may be the only one that somewhat knows about the gun (Dira soft confirmed but never said yes of no) because neither Indya nor Darren mentioned it and I feel like Rah would have been baked into a pie before Dira even got to the garage if that detail made it into the conversation.

The Ratchet Reading Room™ is officially open y'all.

All of what you said is valid AND makes total sense. There is a growing sentiment that Indya would be a lot more understanding than Darren and its certainly looking like it, but with one caveat: do they know about the gun!!!

So here's what we know: Apparently Rah is in the garage telling Darren everything after requesting to come clean with the help of his new therapist, The Good Doc™. Darren asks TGD if that's everything to which TGD replies "as far as I know". Which means, Rah did all the talking and told Darren what he'd already told TGD. But if Rah included the gun part, wouldn't Darren have sent him to the morgue immediately?

Idk y'all.... I don't think the gun came up.....

#story stuff #y'all come get some of these wings

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talesofealdancynedom · 2 years

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Brōc in the cradle pool, in Fish Prince fey form.

36. The Tide Pool (chapter 1 - Cradle 1/4 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.

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The day after Graduation, Rah skipped stones across the bay. Pepperidge had a small cove at the mouth of the valley. There was cold mourning fog, as Rah waited for Brōc. His Fish Prince promised they’d swim before the boardwalk opened. But Brōc hadn’t come yet. With the next stone, Rah heard an ouch ripple across the surface, as the pebble hit a siren beneath the water.

“Sorry!” Rah called. A pale fist arose from the water, and shook at him. With a sigh, Rah leant on his diamond snowflake Storm-Staph. I missed Ranchos for this? he thought. It made him wish his woe would summon storms instead of his jubilation. Just as Rah turned to leave, he bumped into Brōc.

“Now you’re here? I was about to leave! I used your fey name. It made me feel so guilty,” Rah mopped. “Uncle invited you to breakfast; He makes the best eggs.”

“I thought you wanted to swim?” Brōc insisted.

“That was before I got hungry, and waited twenty minutes.” Rah whimpered. Most people would not describe Rah as robust. Brōc wrapped his arms around Rah, then gently walked toward the tide. Rah felt the water on his ankles; The isle was still cold in spring. As Brōc led him into the water, Rah embraced what he signed up for; No relationship with a fey of the sea, is complete without the seduced boy being dragged into the deep. Brōc fell on top of Rah as they reached the waves. Brōc regained his gleaming white and gold tail, like a lucky koi. There eyes awkwardly met, as Brōc smothered Rah in the freezing the water.

“What are you doing?” Rah stopped.

“Oh. You meant actual swimming and breakfast.” Brōc curdled.

“Well, yes. What did you think I meant? I have more time to do nice things with you, now that I’m graduated. We should do small things more often. It’s not like I’m doing anything else with my life. It’s not like a sudden demand for Charmers is about to apparated,” Rah went on. The last part let in a quiver of dread. “It’s fine though! You’ll be how I spend my life. All my other friends are gone or employed, and I, I will be…”

“I thought this was a booty call?! I take after my mother. Why else would you use my fey-name? But sure, let’s eat your uncles cooking, and then I’ll show you an even more romantic way to skinny dip. Real swimming! I promise.” Brōc smiled, kissing Rah’s cheek. They then rolled around a few times trying to decide who was helping up who.

Brōc enjoy the food, and proper pronouns. He felt human around Rah and his family; Not some cursed merman, or cherished daughter. On land, Brōc dressed his human form in worn black clothes, while Rah dressed exactly how someone would envision enchanted Hispanic bard. They completed each other. However, Brōc was a bad influence; He got them busted for noodling in the library, which is the only scandalous thing Rah has ever done. Their Love was one of youth. But Rah wasn’t a boy anymore, he was a mortal man. His life short and valuable. As an eternal radiant fey, Brōc feared this.

If Rah died before Brōc’s mother, The Fish King, Brōc would die with him. It was terrifying to imagine losing Rah. If the opposite happened, Rah would be Fish Queen and they’d have to remake the entire Fish Kingdom. Some part of Brōc couldn’t stop imagining the terror of loosing his mother and siblings; A tenth of all magic, gone. Him replacing said tenth of magic, was equally intimidating without knowing if Rah would be ok with that. What if he breaks having to care for the terrors of the sea? If I’m all magic, will I even love him the same? Or, will I be like my mother… Brōc swirled.

“So, where’s this romantic private pool? The best ones are literal legends or cursed, right?” Rah chimed. He gleamed with joy that conjured disastrous storms; He was hyper aware of how fluffy and warm Brōc made him feel. He clung to his silver pole, at the dinning table, as his heart skipped beats.

“Yup! Put on your Fairy Robes, and I’ll adorn myself in my royal dress. It’s home in the Shadow Veil.” Brōc nervously, twirling his long ginger hair. Like waves of sunshine, parted by a spiked crown. This was a trap; Brōc’s fear had driven him to test his lover. He wanted to see if Rah was fit to be Fish Queen.

Brōc teleported them in a smoke that glittered. The haunting silent, colourless, scentless, warmthless, beach. Littered with instruments, like the gravestones of Brōc’s royal sisters. Each princess dying form a broken heart. Brōc was the lucky one. His love was requited, and he lived in the Day Veil of men. It made him hate this beach. This sand and sea wall, are all most mages get to see of his birthplace. Mages write of the beach, but not the what’s within the still waters. Before Rah could take in the majesty of the scene, Brōc pulled him by the hand, and across the southern cliffs of the Stone King’s throne.

“Brother, where are you going?” A girl said. The two stopped to look back. A fourteen-year-old girl in white, was putting on a blindfold. “Don’t laugh; It’s so I don’t see any unspoken-for mages. I refuse to have my heart claimed.”

“Rah is taken by me; You won’t fall for him. Come on Nettle. we’re just looking around. If he loves me, he’ll love the rest of our home.” Brōc’s tightened his grip.

“The rest?” Rah recoiled. “This isn’t all of it?” He gasped. Then he pointed at Nettle. “Also, I thought you didn’t have younger royal sisters. Your father Lyra said he swore off children, because you all kept dying.” Rah panicked. Nettle tensed, and Brōc resumed dragging Rah into a sea cave.

“He did.” Brōc grumbled.

As they descended into the cave, the gargle of water became audible.

“Love makes us blind, and wounds us as we sacrifice ourselves to it. My parents are no different.” Brōc continued. The two stopped as the cave lit with an eerie verdant glow. Rah gasped before a glistening pool. It gurgled as its ripples bobbed. The surface shimmered pink, as the water glowed a gentle green.

“What Kind of water is that? It has colour and sound in the ether, so it must be magic. But I’ve never seen this kind before.” Rah whispered.

“Love Water. The dark stone around this place keeps out all the songs of my sisters; And mother. Want to touch it? Or do I need a push you?” Brōc giggled. Rah undressed, and slipped in eagerly. As he floated, it felt like he was being lifted and hugged. His chest light, and mind soft.

Brōc followed, and tread close. His large tail glowed, showing the depth of the pool. They went under, and both looked like ghosts. Each of Brōc’s scales were pearl, and Rah’s slate hair and eyes glowed. Rah had to breath, and emerged coughing in laughter. Brōc, having no need for air, gently smiled while waiting for his love to return. But Rah stalled; There was the crying of an infant. Something that should never be heard in the Shadow Veil. Rah paddled to shore in panic, but Brōc pulled him in. Rah grasped at the surface, trying not to inhale the soothing water. Everything blurred. But two arms pulled Rah ashore.

Lyra patted Rah’s back to get the water out. Lucky for him, Nettle had told on her big brother. Their father was not impressed.

“Brōc, I thought you being half-human from me, made you above your little sisters! He could’ve drowned! Don’t you love him?” Lyra growled. Brōc sunk a little deeper into the pool. The baby continued to cry, and Rah looked around frantically for it. It’s not beyond the possibility a fish fey would eat a child; Or make one after ravishing a nautical lad.

“Lyra-” Rah quivered, unnoticed.

“Get out of the crib before your mother comes back.” Lyra demanded, pulling Brōc out next.

“LYRA!” Rah cried, getting everyone’s attention. “Where’s that crying coming from? There’s a baby trapped in here!”

Lyra paused. “What? No. That’s our youngest.” Lyra said. He got up, and reached into the pool to grab a baby mermaid. Ornamental carp like Brōc and Nettle.

“This pool is off limits. I sing it, to provide the best water for newborn princesses. Oh, how I love my wife and children.” He spoke softly, rocking the child.

“I thought you didn’t want-” Rah murmured to deaf ears. Lyra was bewitched while soothing the baby. It then dawned on Rah, that Lyra may not of had a choice; The Fish King isn’t just the mother of seductive sea monsters, but also Lyra’s True Love. Lyra’s heart would never let him leave; Or resist his wife’s wishes. Rah’s lungs were dry, but he felt like he was chocking.

“I’m sorry.” Rah said. But Lyra wasn’t listening; He’d started humming a charm of heavy calmness. Disturbed, Rah turned his gaze to Brōc. He saw the dark side of his contract in Brōc’s actions.

“I love you, yet you pulled me in like a kraken.” Rah said.

“I meant no harm. I just wanted you to stay longer. I wanted to see if it’ll be ok.” Brōc said sadly, looking at his father. Lyra’s voice could still storms, as his joy too could create them. Just like Rah, in many ways. A powerful mage and mortal man, but mostly a golden heart lost at sea. Rah looked again, and saw a piece of himself. A possible self.

“What if something happens to mom, and we’re like that? Maybe it’s better we die before that happens. But I never want to imagine you passing; It hurts, though it has yet to pass. I’m unsure what destiny is worse.” Brōc cried. Rah went pale as he backed from the pool’s edge. He bumped into something, and looked up.

“If you’re so mortified by fate, why don’t you give it a trial run? You seem eager to claim the cradle, Brōcid.” The Fish King started. “Maybe me and your father will walk the mystical shores of The Fish Gate, and live a human Northland life; The one you’re indecisive about. Let’s switch for a while, and see if it actually makes you feel secure.” She continued. Her voice was like the solemn echo of a whale. She took the little princess form Lyra, and handed her to Rah. The Fish King’s face was dark. A tall, ghostly, mirky, reflection of Brōc. Rah jiggled the baby, and she cooed.

“She’s cute.” Rah said, nervously.

“Thank you. I trust she’ll be in good hands; If my eldest can overcome their foolish human identity to mother.” The Fish King mocked. She gently took Lyra’s hand.

“You can’t trap us here!” Brōc yelled, leaving the pool. He received a nasty glare from his mother. Worse, Rah recoiled as Brōc went for an embrace, and Lyra snatched his hand back.

“Dear, as much as I yearn for home, this is irresponsible. You can’t trap people here.” He insisted.

“I don’t have to force them. I think they’ll agree. Then they’ll grovel. Then they’ll get lost in it. It’s an old-fashioned fey contract; Harmless, yet cruel fun. It’s not even punishment. On the inside, I think they want it. I think they need it.” The Fish King grinned. She took Lyra, and they disappeared into the Day Veil. The light of the pool slowly went out, leaving Rah and Brōc alone in silence.

NEXT--->

#art #tales of ealden cynedom #broc #rah #fantasy #mermaid #fish king #short stories

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londonspirit · 1 year

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October in London

I just realized I have not yet shared pics from my latest (and last) London trip (this year; I will be back now that traveling is doable again). Four and a quarter glorious days in my fav city with the most beautiful weather one can ask for at the end of October!

Arrived on Thursday on my own as C was going to join me on Friday so I had a day to myself. Sadly my evening plans got cancelled just two hours prior: the play I had wanted to see didn’t happen. Which was a shame as I’ve read quite a few nice things about it. (My Son’s a Queer But What Can You Do). So wandering around Camden Town/Greater London it was. Which is always nice. I LOVE London at night, it’s got that special feeling to it. Also: Camden Town this late isn’t as busy as over the day (although most shops and stores are closed or closing but still nice). (I also realized I may get to old for shared dorms... but it was just for one night so that wasn’t too bad)

On Friday C arrived and we moved into our private room at the YHA in Earl’s Court. Basement, no wifi but with a garden and no strangers to share it with! After an unsuccessful trip to the nearest Tesco superstore for tea, we got ready for the Letters Live event at the RAH. God, what a beautiful venue (even thought the first thing I saw was a freaking DALEK *hehe*). So very gorgeous! And what a line-up we had: Benedict Cumberbatch, Louise Brealey, Sue Perkins, Jonathan Pryce, Stephen Mangan, Graham Norton and so many more. The Letters were funny and heartbreaking, BC’s sea gull story had me in stitches (you know the one, with the hotel room and the pepperoni), and the period one was hysterical as well. There was some organ playing towards the end and DAMN, I still have goosebumps just thinking about that! Being in a place like that is such an amazing experience! Stage door was a bust and it was cold and windy and we were tired so thus endeth our Friday night adventure.

But... we were back at the RAH on Saturday morning for a backstage tour. I always love these: you learn sooo much about a building and its history and the Royal Albert Hall is fascinating! Def going back there. Sadly there was another stumble as the friend I wanted to meet up with was stuck in Leicester Square with no buses going and after some back and forth, we cancelled that meeting as well. Which is a shame, I haven’t seen her since the summer and I miss hanging out with her. But we had to be at the Harold Pinter for our second trip highlight: the great David Tennant on stage!!! Having had booked tickets back in 2019 (!!!), it finally happened, almost two years later. ... well, I’ve never left a play this disturbed, let me tell you that. I LOVE DT on stage, he always gives it his everything and his performance was outstanding as was the rest of the cast (well, two more people, Elliot Levey and Sharon Small). But the topic was just... ugh. I mean, it was so harrowing it really ruined the rest of the evening for us. And I’ve NEVER had that. I don’t know if it was because we’re Germans and shit like this ALWAYS hits differently, or because it’s too fucking relevant again these days, it was a freaking mood killer and we quickly went ‘home’ and to bed. (I will probably never get the image of DT in THAT uniform out of my head, and not for a good reason. *shudders* And I absolutely despise people saying he looked good in it.)

Sunday morning we got up bright and early to FINALLY buy ALL THE TEA!!! (my backpack STILL smells like it and it’s the most beautiful scent!!) The newly opened Battersea Power Station was our next stop where we waited about an hour to have London’s most amazing pancakes!!! Well worth it. The place just opened a week prior so things didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect but the manager soo made up for it! Everyone was stressed out but she was fluttering from table to table, checking on people, making sure everyone was happy (and our teas were on the house because we had waited so long). So if you go to ‘Where The Pancakes Are’ at Battersea Power Station be extra nice to her! After that we had to hurry a bit to be at our booked slot for the Skygarden. First time for C to watch the sunset from there (second time for me) and it’s sooo worth it, even though it’s usually rather packed that time of day!!! Also: the cocktails are super potent (and super expensive) so we spent the second half of the day a tad tipsy and very giggly, having another wander around London (even though we said we didn’t want to walk that much again - guess which day was the one where we walked the most? Yep, that Sunday! *hehe*) It was late when we came back home but the spirits were once again high and happy!

Monday was leaving day, always a sad one. But as always, London provided us with sooo many memories that it’ll last till the next time!!!

Lots of love to C for coming along with me: soo needed, so wonderful! Here’s to the next time hopefully very very soon!!!

#personal #london travels #london #theatre

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Hey, big update on me and Rah-Rah (my goblin crush) :

I followed you and Jen-Jen's advice to the letter, including the little tease the night before the party and MAN you could tell that fired her up. Usually I'd say that outside of special events, her clothing is "conservative" for Goblin standards, but she went all out on her cosplay for the party. We were dressed up as our characters and she was just... wow. I mean, I know goblins get a rep for being nasty little gremlins with an ugly cute thing going on. But Rah-Rah that night? She was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. I wish I could have kissed her on the spot and just embraced her. Anyway I kinda kept the teasing game on for a bit longer at the party, we danced a bit together and started chatting about what we were gonna do after the party. She actually brought up going back to my place! Said something about "catching up on that show we were watching".

Yeah, right, she was doing everything she could to not rub herself in front of me and she was blushing like mad. I told her I had a surprise home actually, and that she'd have to wait and see what I had "cooked up". I think she started drooling a bit and she kinda just stared at me with her big ol goblin eyes for a second, making some kinda weird gargling sound. Now normally at the party that would've been about the time when we were supposed to do a LARP event with everyone else, but she went ahead and let our DM know that we had some "personal business" back home to attend to. She was fuck horny at this point so I think our DM friend kinda knew what she meant by that, lol.

Anyways she practically jumps into my arms and asks me if I can carry her back to my house, I gently remind her that we carpooled to the party so we're gonna have to take the bus and she starts pawing at my chest saying she "didn't mind the long walk". So basically the whole I was carrying her (no biggie, she's basically as heavy as a toddler) she used that as an excuse to nibble me and fool around with me as much as she could without literally tearing my clothes off on in the middle of the street. I get home and you can smell the feast I had prepared for her from the door. At this point, she was drooling and drooled on my keys as I took them out of my pocket. I open the door and she can see the living room table splayed out with all the food.

She straight up leaped from my arms to the table and started gorging herself on all the stuff I had there. She's so distracted by the food that she doesn't see me go to the kitchen and get the turkey in the oven. I hear a loud burp a few minutes later and I see she already finished off all the food I had on the table. She's about to say something when the oven dings. I think her nipples got hard from that. Anyway, she does me the immense favor of not busting my oven open and waits for me to finish the "Piece of resistance". I work my magic on it (you don't work at your uncle's barn for years without picking up some of that good old-fashioned cooking) and reveal it to her. I think her brain short-circuited for a second because she was drooling, moaning, and crying all at the same time. Then something crazy happens. She actually asked me to split it with her! It's not that she's running out of space, believe me. She just wanted to enjoy it with me! It was the first time I had ever seen her take her time with food. Usually, she'd gulp anything down in seconds (I once saw her work through a chocolate bar in exactly 3 seconds). Short of using a knife and fork she was practically eating like humans do. Not quite capable of eating half a turkey all on my own after the stuff I already ate at the party, I hand-feed her my leftovers. At that point she was basically fondling herself while I fed her, it was pretty hot.

Of course, at that point, she definitely wanted to properly fuck so I take her up to my bedroom when she stops me for a second. Two crazy things happened. First, she went to my bathroom to wash her face off from all the food stains on it, and then she dug into the little clothes hamper she brought for herself when she came over. She shows me a little two-piece bikini with great pride and puts it on. Apparently, it's one of the only outfits from her human days she can still wear as a goblin. She confesses that she wanted to ask me out a while ago but was afraid that she would mess it up if she tried to do it the human way. I'll skip the details of what happened in the bedroom but let's just say I hadn't had a fuck of that nature in many many years. Or ever, actually. Goblin sex is wild. So yeah. It was a good night. She's happy, I'm happy.

We called her parents and will do what we can to help her move in properly soon. I wanna make sure she can feel like herself with me, both as Rah-Rah the goblin and "Roxanne", her parent's little princess. Thanks for the advice, Hannah, and Jen-Jen. I would have never had the balls to do any of this if it wasn't for both of you. Rah-Rah says thanks too, and to give Jen-Jen a kiss for her. That's all from me, happy Halloween everyone.

Oh em gee! I did it! I’m the love doctor fer sure!

That is such a cute story, so in love with it. Love you hand feeding her. So hot! She’ll be a little fatty in no time! Hehe!

The only bad thing is that you didn’t write about the sex. Cause that was a lot of words for no sex. So I’ll do it for you!

I assume he had a sitting reverse cowgirl situation going on. She’s on your lob, big flappy goblin va Jay jay dripping lube on your dick like a soft serve machine. You have your hands on her buns, squeezing them as you life her up, and slide her down your pole!

Omg! So romantic! And she’s squealing and you’re just grunting like an ape going bam bam bam! Lifting her up, dropping her down. She feels like a toy in your hands, and she’s just getting pulled up and down meat mountain and doesn’t know which way iz up!

Mmmm hehe gooey!

Hehe

Anywho, I dunno.

Yeaaaaaaaaaa! Love love!

I’ll give Jen-Jen a biiiiiiig ol kiss! Congrats!

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