#I've finally learned my fuckin lesson

[blood-grove]

His Kid (Pup?)

dog!price + human! child reader (gender neutral pronouns)

tws; fluff , fluffy , fluff , minor injury :( , i would say language barriers but lets just say you both can understand each other. no use of y/n sumamry; prices rambles about you! eventually realizing that hes a sucker for you and your his kid now.

Gods if you didn't stop fucking running off when they took this..what'd they'd call themselves? Human a couple of weeks ago he didn't expect to have a basically oversized puppy keeping all of the unit on there toes.

We couldnt really tell if there were old for there species we guess not it took a look for them to learn boundaries especially when we first encountered them they said they were 12 years old it was clear then that 'human' years were different from ours they clearly weren't some old greying dog.

There so damn touchy, Honestly weren't they raised with any manners? Putting there hands in our faces , tugging tails , pulling off my damn hat. They learned there lesson with the random touching when they tried to..'pet' Simon, I know he didn't mean to bite them I could instantly see the flash of guilt in his eyes when he nipped them purely out of how much they had gotten him riled up they've been avoiding him now as of recent but I'm sure the human just needs time the humans skin was fragile the nip was enough to cause it to bleed a candy and bandage later they were fine. I've recently spotted them and Ghost together the human drawing mumbling and rambling on about something as Simon just watched I couldn't help but grin slightly at the sight, They had there calm moments the slow days around the base I could hear them making those weird noises that they do..'giggling?' it sounded more like a little piglet squealing when them and Soap would be running around base. Oh right them and Soap truly a pair together whether that's a good thing or not its still to be decided thought it was sure Soap was the perfect dog to help them tucker out enough for a nap, Honestly out of all of us I'm pretty sure Soap is reason for most of there scratches and bruises somethings in the earlier weeks forgetting that there not a adult dog despite being around the size of one they were easily knocked over plus easily scratched with Soaps claws accidentally grated against them.

Pretty sure I've been recently been hearing Soap filing down his nails(finally bloody fuckin' hell I was half convinced I'd have to force him to the groomers) to a manageable level which is a wine in my book no more hearing the damn bastard slip and slid on the smooth floor. The pup is great around Gaz a healthy medium between Soap and Ghost you could easily find them both laying around even with Pup laying on Gaz's stomach as he rambled on about something Gaz seemed to be alright with the petting we all eventually assumed that was how the human showed affection but of course there's still boundaries between us so they human learned to ask before petting us. I'm not to fond of petting but sometimes the human will come in my office and just sit there either watching him work or looking around the office just something about them is so..I don't even know the word they eventually one day laid against me I didn't know really what to do so I just stayed still eventually laying down letting them cuddle closer. There're pretty damn cute. Shit. I just sighed as I gently pulled them closer as I went back to finishing up the report..I hoped we'd keep em' for bit longer.

#call of duty #cod #dog au #reader #gender nuetral reader #no use of y/n #john price #captian price #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #gaz cod #task force 141 #tf 141 #first story #child reader

[misshoneyimhome]

Oh I think I found the perfect kink for Willy with the intern he has a hickey/biting/marking fetish she should return the favor and the guys tease him about it when they see marks down his back

Oh bb, I'm so with you on this! 😉

Willy def has a thing for marking up intern as his, and of course, she'll return the favour as she too should let everyone know he'd taken 🤍

I know you prob didn't ask for an entire chapter on this, however, I did take the opportunity to continue the story a little - hope that's alright 🙈

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m receiving); blindfold; mild choking; uprotected sex;

Word count; 4.8K

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Sink in the river the lessons I've learned I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

"Fucking hell, William Nylander," you mumbled to yourself while getting undressed in the bathroom, checking out the aftermath of his antics on your inner thighs. Shades of blue and purple from bite marks, a lingering hint of red from his beard burn – a vivid reminder of the night's escapades.

Despite the pleasant memories, a twinge hit you as the hot water cascaded down your body in the shower. Nevertheless, you managed to chill out, letting the soothing water flow before tackling the morning routine to head back to Toronto.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you were met with the delightful sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed. His toned physique entwined in the bedsheets, blissfully oblivious to the snoozed alarm. Absolutely stunning. Blond hair tousled on the pillow, his torso rising and falling with each deep breath.

It still amazed you in many ways that he was yours. Yet, the reality of having to discreetly sneak him out of the hotel room, maintaining a facade of professionalism and distance in public, lingered as a reminder. As soon as you both stepped into the public space, you'd transform into distant friends rather than the intimate couple you were behind closed doors.

Deciding to join him on the bed, you gently sat down, caressing his back as he stirred in his slumber.

And as you sat there, taking in the sight of him, your fingers traced lightly over his smooth skin. The subtle paleness seemed strangely tempting, especially after the vibrant marks William had left on you. The urge to reciprocate and create some colourful artwork of your own became too enticing to resist.

Leaning down with care, you made sure not to disturb him entirely before the inevitable blare of his alarm. Soft, butterfly kisses graced his broad, toned shoulders as you delicately explored his skin. The kisses grew firmer with each passing moment, transitioning into gentle sucking and neatly placed bites, creating a rhythm of desire.

William stirred from his slumber, feeling the gentle touches on his skin. "Morning, babe," his dark, husky morning voice echoed. "What time is it?"

"It's five forty-five," you whispered, planting a final kiss before resting your head gently on his shoulder.

"Hmmm," he grunted deeply, slowly turning under your body, prompting you to reposition. Stretching your arms, you leaned over him, meeting his tired eyes. "What a beautiful sight to wake up to," he chuckled.

"Oh, you're one smooth talker, huh," you smiled, playfully rolling your eyes in response.

Your banter softly continued as William's fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and you couldn't help but revel in the simplicity of the moment. Despite the secret nature of your relationship, these stolen moments held a charm of their own.

But as the alarm rang, the reality of the day ahead settled in. The need to get ready and face the world outside the cocoon of your shared intimacy became unavoidable. So, with a sigh, you reluctantly untangled yourself, reaching for your clothes scattered across the room.

"Shit," you gasped while putting on your jeans.

"What's up, babe?" William grinned from across the room, pulling a shirt over his head.

"I can't fuckin’ get my jeans on because of your little burns between my legs..." you flashed him a disapproving expression, but a smile soon replaced it, meeting William's satisfied smirk.

"Oh, well then I guess you'll just have to wear a skirt," he offered you a mischievous look, his eyes sending a cheeky wink before he approached you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Hmm... seems like you've really thought this through – but I guess you're right," you once again rolled your eyes with a light chuckle.

Dressed and ready to tackle the day, you exchanged a knowing look with William. It was a silent understanding of the delicate dance you both had to perform – maintaining a balance between the private world you cherished and the public facade you wore.

"Time to go," you said, a hint of reluctance in your tone. And William nodded, a mix of understanding and disappointment flickering in his eyes. The routine of slipping back into the roles you played in public felt like a subtle betrayal to your relationship.

He then opened the door, quickly scanning the hallway to ensure no managers were in sight, and turned back to you, flashing a sweet smile. "See you down at breakfast."

After a swift kiss, he left you alone for a few more minutes before you'd exit the room, re-joining the team and the rest of the staff down at the restaurant.

On a brighter note, the trip home unfolded smoothly, with the usual banter and camaraderie among the team. Only Mitch, as predictably late as ever, made a last-minute sprint to catch the bus that would transport everyone to the airport. Aside from that, everything was set for the journey back.

Despite the recent loss, the boys managed to maintain their spirits, sharing jokes and laughter throughout the flight. And as you observed the playful interactions, your attention inevitably drifted towards William. Memories of the previous night lingered in your mind – the possessiveness, the frustration, and the sweet moments that had followed, creating a tapestry of emotions.

Lost in contemplation, your phone buzzed in your hand. A text from Willy lit up the screen.

'What's so funny, babe? 😚'

'Just thinking about last night, nothing else 😉,' you replied, a playful smile gracing your lips.

‘Hmm, maybe we should repeat the success then? 😏’

‘Willy!’

‘What?’

‘Not here!’

‘Why not… we can sneak to the toilet? You know, join the mile-high club 😜’

The mischievous suggestion made you pause for a moment, entertaining the idea in your mind. However, the practicality and the risk involved quickly sobered your thoughts. The plane, after all, wasn't the most discreet location for such adventures.

But then again, a daring notion crossed your mind – everyone on the team already knew about your relationship. Perhaps they'd been the ones to challenge William's audacious proposals. And the idea brought a sly smile to your face as you contemplated the potential for mischief on the journey home.

Then William's phone buzzed again, and you couldn't help but glance at him, noticing the mischievous grin spreading across his face as he read your response.

‘Alright 😉’

‘What? 😮’

‘Let’s go then 😉 if you really mean it, then let’s do it’

Your chuckle couldn't be contained as you noticed his furrowed brows, studying his baffled expression from a distance.

You loved how you challenged his overly confidence. He was always so smug and cheeky, but in that very moment, he seemed a little torn between remaining in control, not giving in to temptation and taking you up on the challenge.

However, just as William was about to excuse himself to the toilet, Coach Keefe rose to speak to the lads, followed by Sam discussing video analyses and what to focus on for future games.

‘Seems like it has to be next time 😏 guess I’ll just have to enjoy the view of you in that little skirt from here…’

You smiled at William’s text.

‘If you’re lucky 😉 Oh, please do enjoy the view’

Smirks were exchanged across the airplane as you both let the fantasy play out in your heads.

And as William had to return his attention to the coaches’ words, you decided to sneak away for a short moment. Then, standing in the tiny toilet, in front of the mirror, you took in a deep breath and let your confidence shine.

You knew well enough what such action would do to your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but smile as you undid your shirt, hiked up your skirt, and let the tiny fabric of your panties show, capturing a photo of your lingerie.

And for the rest of the flight, you couldn't help but wonder what would be in store when you returned.

**

On the following day, almost forgetting about your mischievous move the morning before, you entered the Scotiabank Arena like any other home game day.

You met with the equipment staff, assisted in setting up everything to prepare for morning skates and tonight’s match, and went over the media plans for the night with Melanie and Jennifer as you’d be capturing the boys when they’d arrive.

However, your mind was a little preoccupied during the day. After your move with the photos in the lavatory on the plane yesterday, William had done nothing but remind you of what you were to expect tonight after the game.

He'd texted you in rather explicit details of what he’d do to you for teasing him like that. For torturing him well aware that he couldn’t get a release for as long as you were among the team and staff. And what had made it even worse; as soon as you’d landed, Jennifer had offered to drive you home. Which meant William couldn’t do it, nor could he drive you to his place and give you what you deserved.

He did, though, send you a little sneak peek of his member, just as a reminder of what you’d been missing out on. However, as the day began, his overly satisfied smug face was soon to fade.

As soon as William arrived for the morning skate at the training rink and joined the team in the locker room, he was immediately called out.

“Wow! Someone’s not hiding that they’re getting some action, huh, Willy?” Max shouted the moment William stood bare-chested.

“Hold on! Did you and y/n do a little something in New York?” Auston joined in with a mischievous grin.

“What are you guys talking about?” William questioned, unsure what they were all laughing at and referring to.

“Come on, Willy! You’re like a Monet painting,” Mo chimed in with a deep laugh.

Baffled by the many comments and chuckles from his teammates, William sought out a mirror to study himself. And as soon as he saw it, he knew what you’d been up to.

His shoulders and the back of his neck were all covered in shapes of your gorgeous lips. Like small bruises, it was obvious he’d been on his stomach, and you’d paid attention to his back while he was asleep.

And he knew it must have been the morning before in the hotel room. He thought you’d been set to give payback after he’d left his mark where he’d been. However, in his defence, no one would ever see your colours given the place.

Yet as he returned to the lads, he wore a great smile.

“Damn, Willy, didn’t know the two of you liked it rough,” voices echoed through the room as comments were still tossed his way. But he could do nothing but chuckle darkly as he was nowhere near embarrassed of showing off his actions.

“Well, if you think this is something… you should see her,” William flashed the boys a confident wink before he was met with ‘oooh’s and high fives.

Meanwhile, you were merely doing your job.

The anticipation and tension added an extra layer of excitement to the game day, and you couldn't help but steal glances at William throughout the evening, wondering just how he planned to follow through with his promises once you were finally alone.

However, though the thoughts were intriguing, they were swiftly replaced by the game of the night as the Leafs were facing off against the Avalanche. Despite the great lead in the first period, Colorado set to redeem themselves and by force took the win in the second and third periods, completely skating all over the Leafs and concluding the match 5-3.

The boys were beyond frustrated and angry with themselves as they cooled down in the locker room following the game.

And though Coach Keefe tried his best to motivate the lads for the next game, Tavares adding in a few heartfelt captain words, the players were not in the spirit of ‘looking at the bright side.’ No, all they wanted was just to win next game. And it could only happen too slow.

Then, with the team slowly emptying out the locker room, you kept a discreet eye on William, trying not to stare too much.

But it was tougher than ever. Seeing him frustrated like that, all you wanted was to run to him and comfort him like the other wives and girlfriends had done. However, you remained at a distance, trying to meet his eyes and making sure he understood how much you cared for him.

And it seemed to work. Every time your eyes met across the room, he flashed you a soft smile, signalling that he knew you were there for him.

They were almost soft moments, filled with romantic glances and smiles. However, you were not to be fooled. Despite his charming face and boyish sweetness, William was very much still keen on reminding you who’s in charge of your relationship. Especially since you’d decided to wear the same skirt as yesterday, just to tease him a little.

But he could not have you walk around, thinking you were suddenly the boss, with all the praise you’d been receiving lately. Giving him hickeys and bite marks like that, as if you were marking him up as yours in front of everyone. Oh no, he could not have that.

And let’s just say that the loss from the match only fuelled his fire.

His mischievous attitude created tension across the room as he met you in the hall, a tension that could’ve been cut through with a knife.

"So, you think you can just give me hickeys like that and get away with it?" His dark, rough voice echoed through the air as you both made sure you were all by yourselves.

"Mm," you softly nodded, flashing him your sweetest innocent puppy eyes as he approached you, coming in closer into your personal space.

"Oh, you're so in for it," he whispered darkly, his lips forming a smirk, making you beyond tempted to just have him take you right then and there.

"Bring it on, Nylander" was all you needed to say before William practically dragged you out, not caring whether you'd signed off for the day or not. Had you said goodbye to your boss? Probably not, but William didn't care. You had been a tease, and he needed to remind you of who you belonged to.

The ride was short, yet it felt longer. William's intense glare occasionally meeting yours as he navigated through the city.

Which was a little amusing to you. In the beginning of the season, he'd been taking the subway to the games, not wanting to bother with traffic. However, as it proved impractical in case, he wanted to take you home sooner rather than later, he'd opted for the car lately.

And as he parked the car and you both made your way to the lift, he hoisted you over his shoulder, giving your bum a proper slap, holding you in his grip during the ride up.

Giggles echoed through the room and the hallway as he walked with you to the front door. And as soon as you entered, he put you back down. Quickly, coats and shoes were tossed aside before William clashed his lips into yours, closing the little gap there was between you.

And his hands were all over your body, massaging and squeezing your ass and breasts before tangling his fingers in your hair. And you met him with equal eagerness. The pent-up desire and the fiery intensity of the moment painted a vivid picture of passion that was about to unfold.

Your mouths explored each other as you let your palms roam his chest and found his neck to wrap around. It was hungry and intense. William driven to make you his and send you into a level of pleasure he knew only he could provide.

But you too were feeling rather confident. Despite the sombre feelings after a loss, you were just as driven to take charge and make your man feel good again.

With fumbling steps, making your way through the condo and tangled in each other’s touch, you only made it to the kitchen before you withdrew and untangled from one another, catching your breaths amidst the hunger.

It was almost like a battle where William was determined to show off his dominance, and you'd be challenging his every little move.

“Don’t think you’re in charge here,” he spoke darker than ever before, but you were more than tempted not to give in to his dominance.

So instead, you just looked up at him through your lashes, flashing him a sensual, naughty look before you dropped to your knees. Your hands never leaving his body on the way down, stopping by the hem of his trousers, which you pulled down along with no hesitation.

And William couldn’t exactly complain. Simply enjoying your determination to challenge him, he elicited a chuckle and relaxed by your touch as you undressed his lower half and unleashed his awaiting semi-hard cock.

His hand swiftly found your hair as you placed kisses around his intimate area, lightly licking his balls a little before turning to his shaft.

“Fuck baby… just- oh!”

You cut off his impatience by taking him into your warm mouth, causing William to tilt his head back and shut his eyes close.

A mix of grunts and moans escaped the man above you, his grip on your head getting a little firmer as you let his shaft slip in and out of your mouth, coated by saliva as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper and deeper.

"Oh baby… you’re so good," praises sang from William’s lips as he let himself sink more into your touch, feeling the climax slowly build up within him.

It was only fair, you thought. He was always making such an effort in going down on you, making you feel incredible, and now you wanted to return the favour.

But William wasn’t entirely ready to give it all to you. Despite how much he loved how you tried to take charge; he was still the one who’d planned to punish you for your little mischievous behaviour on the plane. And as you bopped your head, focusing on breathing through your nose as you worked his length sensually with your mouth and hand, William began rocking his hips against your movements.

His subtle thrusts almost choking you as he held your head in place, discreetly forcing his member further into your mouth, causing you to lightly gag.

“Mmm yesss, your fucking mouth feels so good,” William’s voice echoed through the condo, mixed with your sobbing and gagging sounds.

And you couldn’t help but moan into his member as you felt his thigh muscles tense under your touch, his climax evidently about to reach.

However, William remained determined to his initial idea and withheld his peak as he retreated his cock from your delicious warm mouth.

You panted as he did so, refilling your lungs with air as you managed to regain control and looked intensely up at him with a smirk on your face, biting down on your lower lip.

“You think you’re such a good girl, huh?” William chuckled above you, gently stroking his thumb along your lips. “But you’ve also been very bad…”

Your smirk slowly faded as you saw how dark his eyes had turned, his breathing heavy as he studied your face.

“Get up,” he commanded, and you knew better than not to do as told. Yet a light chuckle escaped you as you rose, and you had a feeling that William wouldn’t react softly to that. “Don’t laugh, baby…”

Then discarding all his clothes and swiftly turning you around, William’s strong arms held a tight grip onto you as you had to support yourself on the kitchen counter. Then bending down, he found the tie he’d been wearing tonight, and gently he wrapped it around your head, covering your eyes and stealing your sight.

You let out a small gasp as you were blindfolded, your arms slightly feeling weak, your legs trembling as you felt intrigued by what was about to unfold.

“This fuckin’ skirt…” his rough voice sounded from behind you, and before you knew it, William tore up the fabric that covered your lower half.

“Willy!” you gasped as he threw away your ruined piece of clothing.

“This skirt has been taunting me baby, and you know it – it had to go… and so do these,” and then he forcefully ripped your panties from your body as well.

“Are you going to destroy all my clothes?” you almost mockingly spoke with a sly grin across your lips, and with no words needed, William then tore apart your blouse. “I take that as a yes,” you whispered, feeling yourself getting more turned on by his dominant behaviour.

And William couldn’t help but let out another dark chuckle as he observed you before him. Your almost naked body, clothes ripped by his eager hands, and your bum in full display for him, bend over the kitchen counter, ready to take his cock.

Then, he let his large hand slowly run up your back, unclasping your bra along the way, which you quickly  tossed, before he made his way to your mouth.

With slightly parted lips, you let him stick in his fingers, first two then three, coated them with your saliva as you sucked them, before he withdrew and traced them back down your body. Slowly down your buttocks and ending between your legs where he led himself to feel your heat.

“Oh…” soft moans escaped your lips as you felt his fingers trace up your folds, letting them be coated with the juices you’d formed while giving him head. Yet, it was more intense than usual. The lack of your sight enhanced your other senses, including the touch on your skin.

“It turns you on pleasing me, baby?” he asked rhetorically, not in doubt as he felt your warmth. “So, fucking wet for me.”

And with ease, William let his two thick digits slip into your core, past your tight entrance as he stretched you. 

“Willy,” you gasped, moans becoming louder as you felt him slowly pumping in and out of you, your essence coating him. But William desired more than just playing with your cunt.

Using his other hand, he gently wrapped it around your neck, lightly holding a firm grip without blocking your airways. “I asked you a question… does it turn you on, sucking my cock? Letting me choke you with it as you’re on your knees for me?”

You tried your best to gulp under his touch. Feeling his fingers curl inside you as he rubbed over your sweet spot.

“Yes,” you finally managed to speak, slightly shaking as he stimulated your walls, your mind slowly going foggy as pleasure coursed through your body.

“See, you can be a good girl,” William whispered roughly, before retracting his fingers. However, he didn’t let you feel void for long. Instead, he again inserted his digits, three fingers this time to stretch you even further. And again, your moans increased as you were gasping for air underneath him.

Your breaths were uneven and deep as he kept pumping. Sounds of your wet cunt mixing in the noise he was creating from you. And you couldn’t help but feel the intensity of a pending orgasm approaching. Your hands gripping tightly onto the counter as William stimulated you, almost too much with every motion.

And soon, you were on the brink of a climax, clenching your tight muscles as you were unable to speak properly.

“Willy… please… I want to – please I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

And William couldn’t contain his amusement as he made you into his little hot mess.

“Yeah baby… come for me,” he spoke. “Cum all over my fingers and show me what a girl you are.”

It was too intense. He was being so rough with you, yet you were beyond the state of pleasure as he fingered you through your orgasm, and you shouted out his name in between deep moans.

You had to take in deep breaths in order to regain control again, trying to calm yourself from the intense high as William slowed down his motions and gently took out his fingers from your heat.

And he couldn’t help but admire you, taking his fingers to your mouth once again, letting you open and stick out your tongue so you could taste just how good he was to you. You let yourself suck on his fingers, cleaning them as you tasted your sweet juice. 

William’s member was throbbing as he watched you, feeling your mouth suck passionately just like you’d done with his cock. And he couldn’t control himself any longer.

Withdrawing his hand, he then took a firm grip on your hips, giving his length a few strokes before he lined it up with your entrance. And with one forceful motion, William pushed himself all the way into your heat.

“Fuck,” you screamed out as he filled you up, hitting the very back of your depth before he drew back a little and then pushed back in.

The movements were hard and rough. As if he was letting go of deeper emotions, anger he’d been holding back.

And soon, he began rocking his hips, firm and deep thrusts, as his cock massaged your walls. His skin loudly slapping against yours as your moans harmonised and echoed through the condo.

William’s nails were almost digging into the skin of your hips, and your bum cheeks were slightly glowing a hint of red with every forceful pound.

“Yes, baby, you take me so good!” William breathed out heavily, feeling himself growing more and more eager for a release.

And your tightness around him didn’t exactly slow him down. Increasing his speed, he felt how you clenched around him, and soon he felt his climax about to peak.

“Willy… I’m gonna c-c-cum again…” you whimpered as he fucked you senseless, no mercy in his motions.

“Then cum… show me how good you can be…”

And again, you let the intensity of a rush flood over, blurring your mind as you squinted your eyes behind the blindfold. You could almost feel how your cunt sprayed your juices all over William’s cock, even trailing down your leg as you moaned out his name and a string of curse words.

Sweat was covering William’s skin as he enjoyed the view of you trembling because of his doing. His body hot from the exercise and the high about to take over his mind as well. And just with a few more thrusts, William let out a deep grunt, surrendering to the rush of a climax, and let himself paint your walls with his white paint.

“Shit baby,” William panted as he pumped his length a few more times into your heat, letting the rest of his cum fill you up as you both were coming out of the ecstatic state of mind.

And for a moment, William stood still. Letting you cock warm him following by the intense high, as he regained control of his breaths and enjoyed your walls pulsating around his tender member.

Then gently, he pulled out, undid the blindfold and guided you to stand and turn around in his embrace. Your eyes blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light and the sight of your handsome man.

“Hey, you’re feeling okay?” William asked softly, delicately caressing your cheek as you let out a soft sigh and simply leaned into the soft touch of his hand.

“Yeah, Willy – I’m feeling perfectly fine,” you smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with his ocean blue.

And as you stood there, in the kitchen, taking in the sweet moment, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“What?” William smiled.

“Nothing… just thinking, maybe I should challenge you more often,” you gazed up at him, flashing a sweet smile as you rested against his large, warm body.

“Hmm…” he merely smiled, as he looked down at you. “Maybe, I think you should too.”

Amidst the sexual rush, sweat, and the scent of William’s condo, you relished the intimate moment between you. A tender moment following a road trip filled with challenges, jealousy, and then a lost home game.

“Let’s go take a shower,” you suggested with a soft tone of voice.

“Good idea.”

Once again, you felt a slight twinge when the hot water met your skin. But you didn’t care. The comfort of William’s touch was more than enough to wash away all the pain.

“Willy,” you whispered softly, resting your head against his chest as you stood with your back against him.

“Hmm?” he mumbled into your hair.

“I love you…”

You could almost feel his satisfied smirk.

“Baby, I fucking love you too.”

#my asks #intern x willy #18+ #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #william nylander fic

[onippep]

After

And I was just thinking, like, I actually don't know that much about you. And I admit I haven't been very open or, like, talkative to you about your interests or anything like that, because you're...

(Because I'm like you?)

Yeah, it's like, a preconceived notion that because you're some sorta replica of me, we're gonna have the same interests or whatever, and that's your whole thing. And it's not. It's not fair of me to think of you like that.

(I don't blame you for that, though. Honestly. My existence isn't exactly a one-sentence deal.)

No one's is.

Croak! (Not my point. B-but...) [chuckles]

Lost your point, didn't ya. It's not that big of a deal, anyway.

(Give yourself some credit, Peppino, I think you've done a very good job at caring about me and what I do. Just in different ways than you may be used to.)

Well-- yeah. It's the least that I owe you.

(Your care is not owed. There's no cycle to feed; my affection already has its unconditional catalyst.)

Stop gettin' philosophical with me, demon! Sheesh. I'm trying to be sweet here.

...

...Er.

Hmm!~

WHAT!

(If you want to be sweet, try actually flirting.)

Is that a challenge? Alright. I can flirt. And no, it's not croaking, I've already learned my lesson from that.

RrRRRrrrrrHRHRHHRRHHHRRR!~ (Sorry!)

[Sighing] OKAY. So. "Cutie". Uh. You come here often? Nice suit. You look nice. Handsome even. Yep. Uh huh. Wow, tall too. Double whammy. You know, everyone's taller than me, and that's fine. I like havin' a tall nasty frog to care for me all the time. Oh and the WAAAY you SNUGGLE on up to me at night; fantastic. A+. Like a weird oversized housecat. And you know just what food I like and the shows I like and how I prepare my coffee in the morning when I don't have enough time to do that before opening the store and you carry me when I'm too exhausted and you cook for me and listen to me when I gotta just yell about shit and--

[Has dissolved onto the floor]

--Ah- Oni! [laughs] Hey! Come on! [reaching into the goop] Come ooon. Is that all it takes?? That was nothing! Get back up here, you coward!

(Your face is red.)

It's-- always red! And I'm sorta tipsy! [wheezes]

(I DUNNO HOW TO TAKE THIS RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU STILL PLAYING ALONG OR NOT.)

[stops] Hhah, wh-- playing along? [flabberghasted] Nah nah nah, hey...! I agreed to come out here because I wanted to-- like... humour it! Try it! Not just because I was feelin' bad, you know?

[slowly reforming] MMmmn?... (You're. Serious?)

Y-yeah! I think...! Hah..!

RRRRBBRBBVBVVBWW. VBRVVB... S-- SO DO. UM. (DO YOU--)

Do I whaaat! [grabbing at him] Speak to meee! [chuckling]

(YOU'RE. THIS. IS. THIS IS ACTUALLY A DATE.)

Yes! YES IT IS! IT'S A DATE! I'm on a date with you!

[ugly frog shrieking]

AAHHAHAHA...!! Jeez! What was THAT?!

(Wh-what's with the change of heart?? A-and there was the whole hiding it from your family thing--)

BECAUSE I DUNNO WHAT I FEEL YET! AND-- AND BEING HERE, WITH YOU AND GUSTAVO N' BRICK, and just having so much fun, I feel like I can finally-- think! And not have some fuckin' weirdos watching me from that askbox! Or my family breathing at me! It's-- it's wild! I'M FREAKING OUT! I'M FREAKIN' OUT ONI HOLD ME--

A--BBBUHH?? [gripping him]

IT'S-- IT'S NOT. ANYTHING SERIOUS OR DECISION-MAKING TONIGHT. I JUST. WANNA DO THINGS WITHOUT-- FEELING SHAME. So just. Hold me. Alright?

O-OKAY. RRRRRR.

Everything's gonna go back to routine tomorrow, and who knows what's gonna happen. [chuckles] I don't even wanna go. I just wanna stand here.

Rrrrr... (Can you... explain a little more why you're a little... hesitant about me?)

Ah... jeez, lemme... see if I can word it right. I... have a real hard time letting people in. You see how I live. I haven't even seen Gustavo since before our window got broken. I never have people over. I don't even like talking to customers that much.

(You've gotten better at it. I wouldn't say you have gone back in such a thing, just hitting a wave where it is more difficult than usual.)

Maybe you know me more than I thought. Either way, I... I've never really been a fan of dating. Just in general. All that romance-y garbage hasn't ever worked out for me. It's like a storybook moreso than a reality. Doesn't work the way I do. It's too... strict. Closed. Weird. Ruins friendships. I've lost some good men and women to dumb shit that either I've done or they've done. It crumbles too fast and doesn't feel worth it.

(Is... forging a bond like I have in mind considered... dating?)

I dunno. Is it?

(What you're describing sounds... torturous. Nothing like what I have in mind.)

Is that so. Mind tellin' me what you have in mind, then?

Croak-- MMf-- It-- RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT--

Aye, aye! Hey! [squishing his cheeks] Easy! One word at a time. Let's hear it.

RIBBIT. RIBBIT. RIBBIT. RI-- RIb--ribbit... (It's... it's... almost the same as what... we have now. Just... returned?)

That's it?

???

You're telling me this "bond" thing you've been wanting is just, what we kinda do already, but with me "returning" it? Like-- like how?

(LIKE. L-LIKE. IF. LIKE.) [sticks his tongue out]

I already "do the deed" with you.

NO NO-- [leans in, gently licks his cheek] TH-- (I DON'T KNOW THE WORD FOR IT.)

Kissing. You're thinking of kissing--

(YEAH KISSING.)

... [ponders]

HHHNNNN. HHHHHHHHH. HHHHHHN..?

... [gum click] Wow. That, uh, changes some things, actually. And here I was thinking you wanted some sort of enchanted frog prince and princess fantasy bullshit. That's what the askbox tries to make it out as, anyway.

(I'll be honest, I'm not 100% acquainted with the more mortal and human structures of that whole concept. I don't enjoy what you've told me so far.)

[more nodding]... Huh.

...

Well, uh, I got some things to think about now. [chuckles] Lotta. Things.

(Please don't let this ruin anything.)

I won't! I won't. Just forgive me if it takes a while. Heh. We gotta go into work tomorrow, and focus on that, yadda yadda... I'm gonna be a little private about it.

(Shy about it.)

Yeah. [rolls his eyes, smirking]

...

You look so nervous. Hey.

It's okay. Remember what we've gone over.

(R-REMIND ME...)

We'll see what this is. Together. Got it?

(Y-YEAH... yeah... you'resocloserightnowI'mreally--I--)

[smirks]

...

Sorry. Even with some drinks in me I still can't seem to kiss you. [chuckles]

(You tease.)

Just kidding.

#;pepperoni #;pizzaplot #;colomba #;oni speaks #;peppino speaks #suggestive cw #<--only for offhand mention again #long post // #((the slow burn continues........................... #((have some food yall... #;snapshots

[deandoesthingstome]

Night Moves

Chapter 2

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 2486

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Misogyny, grumpy Walter, general police investigation discussion, social work, mention of failed relationships.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist:  Night Moves Songs 4 -7  Direct Spotify link here.

Masterlist

Well even if I didn’t have plans, I clearly can’t go out on patrol again for a while. Fuck. I went too far the other night. I just couldn’t control myself again. I've been doing so well lately.

But all these harlots, wandering the streets in their slutty little outfits, acting like we owe them something. Acting like they shouldn’t just be home, taking care of someone. Someone like me. It just gets to me.

It took so long to finally find someone who wanted to be mine. Years of hiding, years of swallowing the truth of what I know about who these cunts are, acting like I fit in. 

She’ll never know. About me. About where I really come from. About what I really do. But I'm gonna keep doing it. They deserve it. They all need to learn their lessons. 

That’s all it was ever supposed to be, no matter how many times I slipped. Just a lesson. A reminder that they aren’t the hot shit that they think they are. A push in the right direction. If I could get even one dumb bitch off the street, it would all be worth it.

But that last trick. She had a real fuckin’ mouth on her. Stupid girl. See what it gets you? Acting like you’re better than me? You aren’t better than me. You know it now, don’t you? 

And then that little asshole showed up so all I could do was hide the body and scram. Good thing he didn’t see too much. If she’d been found sooner, I could be in trouble. Still, I wanted to move her somewhere more private. Stick her with her cunty friends. 

Bitch.

“So tell me again why no one’s been looking for this guy when we know where he likes to hunt? I get it, the sketches aren’t much to go on, but fuck!” Walter slams the files on Rachel’s desk, leaning with his fists on the dark wood top and staring the profiler directly in the face. 

“Lieutenant Marshall, Walter, you… you know that’s not my call,” Rachel sighs with exasperation.

“Yeah, but you can strongly recommend…”

“Walter, this is going to get us nowhere. What do you want me to do now? Because at this moment, there is no search and the longer we argue about why there wasn’t one in the first place, the more opportunity someone has to repeat a crime. So can we cut to the chase? Please?”

Walter jerks his head back with a little shake, as if he can’t believe what he’s just heard.

“Alright then, I want you to review the details in these files and put out a BOLO. And I want you to get the commander to start a task force.”

“And I suppose you also have some ideas about who should be on that force?” Rachel quirks an eyebrow in question.

“Yes, right. I’m taking Jonas and we're going to canvasse the clubs to see if anyone knows someone missing who could be the tracks victim.”

Rachel drags the pile of folders her way, grabs the first file, and flips it open to begin scanning for details. “Sorry, how are these cases related?” 

“Read the descriptions of the attacks,” Walter nods his head toward the file in Rachel’s hand. “Almost to a tee, they are exactly the same. Except for the locations. Remote, disused bus stops. Little, or sometimes no lights from street lamps that have been reported out for three months or more. Late night. Victims say they had just missed the second to last bus of the evening, so they can’t walk away because if they miss the next one, they have to hail a cab and can’t afford the fare across town to their apartments. And then…”

“And then, jesus,” Rachel interrupts. “What the fuck? This guy starts taunting them, trying to goad them into a fist fight? In the middle of the night with no one around? No provocation?”

“Right. And our Jane Doe at the tracks was beat up. To a pulp. Like her face doesn’t exist anymore. Not in any recognizable way. We’re gonna have to hope her DNA is in the system, or look for dental records or something, to identify her.”

“So you think this guy is escalating?” Rachels asks as she grabs the second file to confirm Walter’s story.

“You tell me. You’re the profiler”

“Walter, don’t be a dick. I got these files two minutes ago.”

“You haven’t seen these before? Well, why didn’t you say so before I…?”

“Before you what, barged in here and demanded answers to a question I hadn’t heard yet?” Rachel holds Walter’s gaze with a knowing look and waits for him to back down before she picks up the third file.

Walter picks his fists up from the desk and slumps back into the chair across from Rachel, waiting for her to finish the rest of the files. He crosses his arms across his chest and stretches his booted feet as far forward as he can before they are stopped by her desk. 

His gaze shifts to the floor as he contemplates the change he’s seen in Rachel over the past year and a half. She’s grown so much more confident than when she first joined the precinct. Several more quick wins had solidified her stature with the department and while he always maintained a professional demeanor at the office, away he could do nothing but watch her slip through his fingers the way Angie had. He admired the strength of these women in his life, but something was always just a little off and he could never put his finger on it. He wanted to trust them, but how could he when he didn’t even trust himself?

Walter returns his gaze to Rachel when he hears the thud of the final file back to the pile.

“Yeah, okay. But you know, Commander’s gonna want it small. This guy is wearing a ski mask, which ought to stick out here in the spring, But this isn’t tourists or ladies who lunch or university kids. This is..”

“Hookers. Yeah. I know. Doesn’t mean they don’t deserve a fairer shot. Doesn’t mean they should have to walk around in fear for their safety just because this is the way they have to make a living. We good here?” Walter stands and waits for Rachel to nod before nodding back and rounding the chair to leave her office.

“And Walter? For the record, and for what it's worth, I agree.”

Walter half-turns back to accept her olive branch with a heavy sigh, nods once again toward Rachel, and leaves for real this time.

He stops by Mick’s desk and tells him they’ll meet up at 9 at the first club on the list. Early enough the smaller opening crowds should make it easier to take some of the dancers’ time without too much fuss from management.

For now, he has a dinner date with Faye.

“Alex!” Hannah exclaimed. “Thank goodness you’re here. We have a stack of new boxes of pamphlets that need sorting and then the meeting starts in 20. Do you have time to sort out the other volunteers and maybe get someone to run for donuts and coffee?”

Alexandra nodded with a big smile, leaning in to give Hannah a hug before turning to survey the small group of undergrads who showed up at her request. They were all in the one undergraduate level course she agreed to teach during spring semester. In return, her doctorate advisor agreed to her thesis subject and to keep quiet about the way she planned to gather her research. At least until the paper was written and her thesis defense was heard, at which time no one would be in the dark about her time at the club. 

She sent one of her crew off to the donut shop and explained to the rest how to sort and stack the handouts, where to replenish the displays, and where to store the rest of the stock. When the meeting began, she waited for Hannah to introduce her once again, knowing there are always new women who come for support or information. She smiled widely as she thanked Hannah and stood to take the podium. She was professional as she provided information about STD’s, the best ways to prevent them, and where to find the free clinics that can help with diagnoses and medication. 

But her eyes scanned the crowd. It was a larger turnout than normal, which would give her an opportunity to meet some new women and hopefully enlist them for supporting interviews. She glanced back and forth several times, hoping she was just tired and missing a face. Not that she’d ever mistake Trixie’s face. 

The fact of the matter was, Trixie wasn’t here. Clinic visits were a time to check in with Trixie in a place where she felt safer and was more open to suggestions on where to turn for help, financial or otherwise. It wasn’t like her to not show at a meeting. And it had been a few days since she’d shown up at the club. Which wasn’t necessarily a concern. 

Except Alex knew Trixie was light on funds and would never miss shifts at the club, especially when doing so meant you might not pick up those shifts again. Alex had not forgotten the last conversation they’d had when she stopped by the police station the morning before to report her missing. She also couldn’t forget the way the officer taking her statement had shifted into judgment as soon as the story of who Trixie was and what she was likely doing the last time Alex had seen her came out. They’d given Alex the time of day because she showed up in civilian clothes and presented as a professional with university credentials. But a hooker not showing up for her stripping shift? Who cared?

Alex made up her mind before even finishing her community service spiel - she’d head to the station again and demand they follow up on her missing person report as soon as her clinic shift was over.

Walter tosses back the last of the coffee in his thermos before turning off the engine and heading into the precinct. He spent five hours last night hitting up clubs and speaking with women on the street, three of which were after he sent Mick home for some rest. He stared at the case files again for another two hours when he got home. His late arrival is going to be noticed, but detectives rarely keep regular hours when a case is new.

He and Mick spend the day calling the assault victims, checking to see if they can remember anything else about their attacker that didn’t make it into the file. The results are a nice mixed bag of voicemail boxes and apologies. Nothing new to go on. 

He grabs another mug of coffee from the kitchen and walks down to the file room to check if any more possible case matches have shown up in the database. The clerk tells him there are two.

“They’re just retrieving them now. I’m headed on break as soon as they get here. I can drop ‘em on your desk on the way out so you don’t need to wait.”

“That’d be great,” Walter thanks him and heads over to Rachel’s office to confirm the rest of the details about the task force the captain agreed to. 

They discuss a delay in confirming the ID of their Jane Doe, since the partials didn’t come out too clean and the coroner’s report mentioned the finger pads had been shaved off. Walter missed that on his cursory glance at the head when he visited the crime scene and he kicks himself mentally for the slip up. 

They’ll have to rely on the results of the blood and DNA work to match her if she’s in the system. That’ll be a few more days at least because no one is rushing this case officially. No rich daddy breathing down the commissioners neck or distraught mother pleading her case on national television. 

No, no one cares about who this woman was. But Walter does. He and Rachel flag a few more detectives to help with canvassing and Rachel says she’ll fill them in.

“You look tired already, Walter.”

“It’s nothing new,” he scoffs.

“True, but this case is new. Don’t burn yourself out already.”

His eyes search hers, looking for something deeper to match the intimate feeling he gets from her knowing comment, but all he sees is the friendship she offered him when it was over. He thinks this is good, since he’s mostly over it, too.

He’s ready to pack it in for the day. Mick’s already left to get some sleep before heading out again tonight. Walter holds the door open for a nice looking woman on his way out and she gives him a cautious smile in thanks.

He stops on the sidewalk to make a quick call to Faye and see if they’re still on for pizza this weekend. She’s chatting his ear off about some party or another she’s been invited to and he can’t make heads or tails if she does or doesn’t want to go so it’s another ten minutes before he can get her off the phone with a promise to have breakfast with him on Sunday instead.

He’s all the way in the truck before he remembers the files he left on his desk. He wanted to bring them home and compare them with the rest. So he climbs back down and does a light jog across the parking lot to retrieve it.

There’s a commotion in the detective’s bull pen and he notices the woman again. He can see she’s not happy. He hears Rachel offer the woman a chair and ask her to sit and cool down.

“You think I’m out of control?” the woman shouts. “Baby, you watch me freak out!” She shoves the chair out of her way and storms out of the building, breezing past Walter in the process.

“Walter!” Rachel calls to him as soon as she notices he’s stepped back into the building. “Stop her!”

But Walter’s running on about four hours of sleep that even the strongest coffee all day long isn’t helping, so his reflexes are slow. By the time he turns around and wrenches the door open, the only thing he sees is a shitty Nissan Sentra peeling out of the lot. Bold moves right in front of the station, but he reckons it’s technically going the speed limit by the time the car breaks at the corner and then turns out of sight. Nobody else is shuffling around, so he turns to go back inside.

“What the fuck was that?”

Chapter 3

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[vegasandhishedgehog]

Okay friends of the MDZS/The Untamed fandom

If you've seen my previous post about making lotus root and pork rib soup, you know the journey I've been on. If you'd like to try making the soup yourself, a link to the recipe is toward the end of the OG post. That one got a little long with all the additions and extra advice from friends, but since I've made it again I'm reporting the results. Why I feel the need to do so is beyond me but this is the only genuine cooking I do and I deserve to be proud of every attempt, so if this annoys you, imagine these faces:

I will give a disclaimer that I had meant to make this soup a week and a half earlier but the mental illness was too strong, so yesterday I forced myself to push through the mental illness anyway so I wouldn't waste too many ingredients (we still wasted some 😔). So, alas, this soup had no ginger and half as much lotus root as desired, plus I forgot to read how much seaweed I was actually supposed to use (way less than what I used), and completely omitted the chopped scallion even though I had it ready because I just. Forgot to actually add it.

We carry on.

In all of my past versions of this soup, I didn't include the rehydrated seaweed. I was advised to give it a go this time and ...well. 😅

That bowl is a good 9 inches in diameter and 3 inches deep. And I took that photo AFTER adding a liberal amount of seaweed to the pot. Yes, I rehydrated the whole package. I didn't think about anything other than, "I'm finally adding the final step to this recipe I've been following!" and entirely missed that it only calls for 1 cup. [Hold on. Googling how long rehydrated seaweed be stored right now. OMG YOU CAN FREEZE IT THANK HEAVEN.]

This is me scooping out all the fuckin seaweed that entirely took over the soup 😅😅😅😅😅😅

Remember how I said there was half as much lotus root? Yeah, this is seaweed soup with a hint of pork now. Good luck finding any slices of lotus root.

I had also assumed that this seaweed would be salted (the packaging was NOT in English, but honestly I can't blame the label for this). I had certainly added what I thought was already a generous amount of salt but let's remind ourselves that I am barely a cook by any means. This girl doesn't know shit about how much salt should go into 12 quarts of water to add enough taste. I did go heavy on the goji berries though.

This resulted in the broth being mainly pork and goji berry water :/ if I'd had the motivation to go out and buy fresh ginger and remembered the scallion I'm sure it would've been better (and more salt obviously), but hopefully I'll be in better spirits next time I make an attempt. I learned a lot from this one.

The one thing I am proud of though?

Look at how clear that broth is. The oily bubbles are from the meat, and I also apologize I don't know if it's my phone's camera or my photography skills, but if it doesn't look clear to you I promise it does irl! I didn't use any of the cooking wine or soaking the meat with the ginger like @of-sevenseas suggested, but just by following the process in the recipe and making extra sure I washed the meat well this time, it seemed to work out!

Lessons learned:

Making soup while having a bad mental illness day is not a failed endeavor, but watch out.

Don't do this without ginger. What are you doing. That soup is wet stuff in hot water.

ADD MORE SALT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YOU CANNOT BE THIS WHITE.

Read the recipe including measurements. Cooking is, of course, more improvisational than baking, but there's a reason we follow guidelines. Especially when we're rookies, still.

Next time we're gonna try the cooking wine and ginger thing with the meat. It sounds like an adventure.

Celebrate your wins!!!! I did have a success in this attempt!

I also did very well keeping the cat away from this whole 7 hour process, which is the greatest success of all.

(Obligatory kitty pic, since I mentioned her. Meet Lucy everyone. She's hiding under my blankets from the loud scary generator outside my window.)

#lotus root and pork rib soup #mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #yunmeng siblings #jiang yanli #wei wuxian #maddi's cooking (mis)adventures #also y'all gonna start recognizing my kitchen counters if i keep this up

[chadgamer]

after failing twice last year and spending another whole year taking lessons and angsting i finally passed my fuckin driving test. still have to do another one in a year for my full license but like. this was the hardest part and i actually did it to be honest i feel like i haven't even fully processed that it's really happened bc this was a major life mission of mine for an extended period of time. i never even bothered trying to do it when i was a teenager on account of both having fairly neglectful parents who couldn't be assed to spend any time teaching me/helping me practice And because at the time i was fairly convinced (in large part bc of my family telling me that this was true) that my brain was too fucked up for me to ever be able to drive, along with a number of other major life skills/achievements they didn't think i was capable of (graduating from college, having a job, moving out and living on my own, even just fuckin... learning to ride a bike)

but i Have done all those things now. it was fuckin hard but i've done all of them. learning to drive was kinda like, the last big thing i believed i just wasn't gonna be able to do both of my previous driving tests last year felt like they were just proof that my family was right about me being too much of a mental wreck to drive since they both ended with me making a dumb panic induced mistake and winding up in tears in front of the examiner. but i kept the fuck at it and did close to another full year of driving lessons until there just wasn't any room for me to freak out bc i was totally sure i knew what i was doing. its like. i'm not somehow so fucked up in the head that i cannot learn to become confident and comfortable in a new skill via practising for an extended period of time the same way anybody else can. even if things are harder for me than other people it doesn't mean i can't get there eventually

[lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog]

I will not stop. This is now your curse. I will make you all suffer.

I've TRIED to redeem myself, but you all just cry and run away like little fuckin' brats that haven't been told NO their whole life.

I am your curse. I will make sure you never find peace from me. I may not be the Devil, but I will sure as hell make you suffer for what you did to me.

You have RUINED my life. You LIED to me.

Cynder started this shit over somethin' stupid, and now I feel like people are ACTIVELY tryna hunt me down to KILL me, all because of some STUPID ASS AU ART I MADE!!!

No wonder you never asked me about it right away...you were just tryna bait me out.

This fandom is horrible. You are all horrible people. You all deserve to rot in Hell for everything that happened.

I never wanted this to be drama in the first place...but I guess the cards have already been delt, and now it is war.

This is exactly why I hate fandoms. They start shit for the stupidest reasons. There's a difference between bein' critical about someone's character and harassing them out of a fandom because of it.

I never doxxed you. As much as that just sounds like shit comin' out of my mouth, I never wanted this to be a problem. I trusted you Lara. I thought that I was finally finna be able to redeem myself for everything. It turns, I was wrong.

Go ahead. Laugh. I'm already laughing, because I already won. Simple, nice, ya'll think you about to talk shit behind my back. I'm laughing at your petty little response to my ask :)

This whole fandom will pay, for everything that they've did to me. As much as I love the franchise itself, as perfect this fandom seems, it's really just an fuckin' dumpster fire that nobody cares for.

You will never find me. I am taking a step back, and I'm leaving social media. I'm goin' to therapy, and hangin' with close people.

You did this to yourselves. Even in the future, this fandom will not thrive.

You are banned from Lite Anime. Every single person in this fandom is blacklisted, and there is no way you will redeem yourselves. Even as a sadist, only the hurt you will receive is the memory of me, tormenting you until the end of your days.

*chucks you into a dumpster*

You and your stories can all burn in Hell, and I will make sure, you never recover from me.

*shuts the dumpster lid and locked it*

This is your life. I will never stop until everyone in this fandom that was ever involved in this drama and their legacies are sabotaged and never recovered. I will make sure to sabotage mine, just as equal punishment. I will make sure, yours is sabotaged, too.

Let this be a lesson to this fandom, and other fandoms: Nobody is perfect, but nobody deserves to have their lives ruined and in shambles over stupid reasons like these.

Of course, not like you'll ever learn that lesson anyway :)

BTW, my persona has one last thing she has to say: I'm sorry I was born the way I was. I'm sorry I'm a demon. I'm sorry I'm a supposed "Mary Sue." I'M SORRY I'M NOT YOUR IMAGE OF A GOOD CHARACTER. I'M SORRY I'M NOT PERFECT!!!

I've gotta go. I've got better shit to worry about than all you c***s.

Fuck you all! 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

So Good Riddance! 🖕

P.S. Max killing Cyn is not canon to her story :) fuck you

What a show!! Spent half an hour writing??

Fuck you man! Get a life! Touch some grass! Stop making stupid threats on the internet that will never be taken seriously!

Nobody will like you for these things! You say you tried to redeem yourself but lied about why cynder blocked you!

Try doing that again and I'll keep laughing in your face until you stop!

[slam-dunkrai]

Have solved multiple issues tonight re. the fic (finally have a solid mechanism for propelling the plot, in doing so spreading the responsibilities for the story more evenly between the two leads; developed some fun side characters I'd been sitting on for a while without really knowing how to bring them into the fold; managed to iron out the worldbuilding and make chunks of it more relevant to the core intrigue) -- it's great stuff. It's what you wanna see. Hell yes.

Sole downside is that it requires rewriting chapter three again but the lesson I've learned from this whole thing is that "making shit up off the top of my head" and "publishing as I finish chapters" are not a good mix. We'll get there. Touch wood, of course, but things are feeling more tangible than they have in years with this fuckin' thing.

#fic rambles

[incarnateirony]

sorta laying on my back thinking. I've ignored 2po's recent wave of attacks until the last few topical answers, but honestly, like. it's so over man. this is. this is so over. it's beyond over. You lost before you ever heard there was a prequel.

You can deny and lash and writhe and flip shit and crap your pants and reinterpret meet and greets all you want but like. when we get to the end of the road. and it happens--not if, but when--when it happens, just like "when" the confession happens in S15 he called me delusional for at the start of the season--just. just remember this.

Remember the final time you clowned yourself, and make it the final time, and leave. Because I've been reminding for the last solid year all the other waves of serious failure on leaks or spec he's had, and he has to be aware by now, clinging to a dim hope that his wishes and denials will be true and THIS TIME, this time I'll be wrong about something I'm this loud about, like I was all the other things he denied, and called delusional, only to prove he was the delusional one.

like... will this be enough? come end of february will it be enough to make him leave? Again I know he'll send trolls to be like WELL U DONT KNOW EITHER but no, dude, I do. I knew it like I knew about it being JohnMary before deadline and about learning from parents and subverting revenge and war and all of the other billion lessons I tweeted out they screamed in denial. And that rug they brush it under is looking pretty mountainous right now.

Seriously dude. For fuck's sake. When we get to the end of the road, delete yourself, wholesale. This is going to be so far past the level of failure you've ever witnessed, which is impressive, because you spent 5K to argue with me before and be wrong. Of other people's money. On a situation so embarassing you lied about it until I dropped the receipts.

Like seriously... what's it gonna take for them to get a clue. I just want to post music, and alchemy, and reblog conveniently activated now meta and shit from days old, and have fun, but the motherfucker insists on treating fandom like a warzone and like. When he's ultimately proven wrong about all his, and gayle and suzanne's, malicious reframing and partial reporting, their agendas, all of it comes out as the wash of GARBAGE it has always been... will he FUCKING leave already? Will all of them? Or will they just find a new way to con people into paying for their gold passes to conventions? Rely on fandom ignorance not knowing the association of scripthunt and winchestersupdates? Like what's the end goal here.

Clearly it isn't the truth, he's never meaningfully showed ability to find it. And for alllll his self convincing he meaningfully invaded my server, he still doesn't know fuck for FUCK of what we got told Dec 2020, and if he did, honestly, the dude would delete his blog *right fucking now*, but he won't. He won't listen until his own lies put him through a meatgrinder again. Only this time, he's tricked multiple lanes of people to influence viewing of a different show. And people are gonna fuckin figure it out.

I'm sorry dude, we're NOT all working on M&G whispers thrice interpreted like you are, or bottom of shit mountain coffee runners who can't read. You are, in fact, like factually, and for real, absolute fucking garbage at interpreting shit, and/or so are your sources. please. for fuck sake. Commit to going away when you're wrong. Call it "if" you're wrong if it makes you feel better, but there's no if, dude, any more than there being an If about the Confession, or the Roadhouse ending, or Omissions. You just want to imagine an If to work with. There's no if. It's When.

Commit, motherfucker. You won't bet money this time. What about betting your socials. Come on, coward, stop running. Where do you think we're going.

Believe it or not, buddy. There's people to talk to in production past paid M&Gs. There's people that know far more than coffee runners with screened content that are literally only there as rubberstamp hires. There's people that I've been able to ask very direct questions to and be, y'know. Right.

The reshoots squealing was, honestly, the funniest, since it was mostly about The Path of 1 and shifting from post-15.18 bubble to Omitted bubble. For magical reasons that has NOTHING to do with something sent *after* the net draft submissions but *before* filming and certainly no association with other charts drawn for restructure. That would be too scary for 2po to think about. It'd be too scary to think about me giving bobo this shit publicly, or at least the late wave of it. Because he wants to scream bobo isn't credited like that stops him from talking to his bff. Spoiler: the ending is still the same, it's rearranging the journey! :)

Dense fuckers. You focused on how to achieve things or know things the absolutely worst ways that have left you unplugged, untrusted, locked out, and clueless on direction, with your best source being a tech consultant in a need to know system where she needs to and knows very little lmfao.

#Youtube

[authoralexharvey]

For the writing ask: number 7 please! I feel like your ideas are so unique and intriguing I would love to know if there are other books that kind of shaped the way you think about writing or generating ideas for stories. Thanks!

Omg thank you for the ask you're so sweet ^^

7. what books have shaped the way you think about writing the most? why?

I really had to think about this one... because I have a few different answers, if I'm being honest with you. There are books that have been revolutionary in my process. There's been non-books that have done the same. There's also been books I've absolutely hated that still served to how I think about stories, just in an antagonistic/spiteful way. So uh... here's the list of books I can think of rn, plus some games because most info comes from Those anyway.

Iron Widow. I hated this book and how much potential it had that I feel was, quite frankly, wasted. And, with the help of reading it and digesting think pieces (esp from @serpentsapple , highly recommend), I have been able to better examine what I find to be IW's failings and how I would approach similar character arcs.

This isn't a book but I really love The Adventure Zone in most of its forms and this podcast has helped me learn how to have fun with creating again as well as examining character arcs and how I might approach them.

Similar with Critical Role. One day I will write a character to rival Caleb Widogast.

Soulsborne games of From Software. Again, not books. I think one of the best and simultaneously worst aspects of these games is how understated the stories are. So much of it is relegated to optional dialogue or reading the item descriptions. It has made me so intrigued by the world at large that I once spent a month researching Bloodborne Lore, including a document over 100 pages long someone had put together. I think there's important lessons and critiques to be found in its subtle worldbuilding and storytelling. Also like. Big eldritch beast hot awesome. And there's just something about these worlds that has its players dying to dive head first into it, even if they don't fully understand.

Hollow Knight taught me similar lessons but also imo does the whole "Subtle storytelling" bit better.

A Dowry of Blood. I haven't put much of what I've read to use--yet--but this book was beautiful and heartbreaking and also a super quick read and I want to one day write a book that punches people in the face the way this one did to me. Starting with... my novella about a necromancer and a vampire falling in love lol

Ngl Vampire Academy was a big inspiration for Lilium in that it really inspired me to make a,,,, messy protagonist, simply put.

I know Warbreaker is one of Brandon Sanderson's less popular works, but I loved reading it and its court of gods has been a big inspiration in the latest iterations of TWEfA

The Lies of Locke Lamorra taught me a lot about writing assholes that are still fuckin fun to write about, and about how fun third person perspectives can be still.

Finally, and a bit petty ig, The Savior's Champion has taught me that even big names in the writing sphere don't always follow their own advice.

This got a bit long, my apologies. Thanks again for the ask!

#ask and you shall receive #alex has the floor #twefa #lilium #btms

[samuskitchen]

NO WAIT I'M STILL HERE— AJHDJSAJS SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE I'VE BEEN DISTRACTED 😭

BUT THIS CHAPTER MAN DO I FEEL SATISFIED LIKE YUUJI I'M SORRY BUT YOU DESERVED EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THAT MOMENT, Imagine begging for your life after threatening that of an innocent soul like sir, you have no room— not to mention the way he crumbled the SECOND he heard the singing was *CHEF'S KISS* I COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER CONCLUSION AND ENDING FOR A CHARACTER LIKE PIRATE TERU AND HIS CREW

THEN WE HAVE THE SISTERS COMING IN SPEARS OUT, VOICES READY, MELODY PLANNED OUT FOR THIS RESCUE MISSION HELL YEAH! How they literally tell him straight up that "Bro we fuckin hate your guts for what you did to our sister but we can't throw you away bc you know where she is so get to it errand boy" 👌 and the way the started criticizing Y/N's taste in men 💀 they really wanna hammer it in to him that *no we don't like you. At all.* but I'm so glad they still care abt Y/N so much despite her probably almost starting an inter-merwar bc of some guy named rintarou 😭

Y/N MY SWEET SIREN LADY YOU ARE FREE NOW, FREE TO FIND ANOTHER MAN LIKE PLEASE LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES AND FISH OUT THOSE RED FLAGS BEFORE THEY HURT YOU AGAIN </3 BUT I'M SO HAPPY SHE'S OK NOW AND HER TAIL IS ON IT'S WAY TO BECOMING NORMAL AGAIN AHSHDHAJSHSHAJAH Siren Y/N learned a LOT about humanity during her captive days and they were NOT great like at ALL (ok maybe except for that weird healer lady) BUT I hope she would still be willing to give humans a chance because she needs to know that the rest of us (who aren't pirates, freak circus owners, corrupt zoo owners, yadda yadda yadda) aren't that bad, yk specifically the human me ;) we can be besties Y/N don't worry, I'll kick the shins of everyone out to hurt you <33333

AND FINALLY RINTAROU FUCKING SUNA..... you did pretty good, yeah I still hate your guts for being a SELFISH SEA TURD but at least you acknowledge that what you did was fucked up and tried to make it right even if it is going to stain your conscious and life records forever, I WILL SAY I'm impressed at how much he made me un-hate him, I mean he's still like the worst but yk less worst and maybe yeah, the punishment of him being banished to the human world forever and never being able to go back to the ocean is k i n d a s a d, cause I'm WEAK to tropes where it's like the last you'll be able to do or see something so that explains the crack in my heart rn :" But goddamn, he learned his lesson and accepted it with grief and regret *pat pat* you did well and I begrudgingly hope for your redemption and rebirth as a character

Yk, maybe the epilogue would end with them just seeing each other one day after years and being like "Hey" "Hey" and asking how they've been, then revealing how they've got their own lives both in the ocean and on land.... I mean it could also go the route where they try to make it work but I feel like that would take one long epilogue to explain 😅 but I really look forward to what conclusion their stories will reach, whether they fall in love correctly this time or learn from their mistakes and become better people respectively, I really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them, Y/N simply wanted to run away and never look back with him but Rin wanted to have his freedom set in stone no matter what it took even if it meant having to sacrifice someone he was supposed to care for

Man, this conclusion is making me EMOTIONAL 😭 but I want you to know that even if it doesn't seem like there wasn't a lot of hype for this series, I'm glad I got to be part of the hype that was there :D I'm so glad I was one of the reasons you kept going strong with this series till the end :) I'll be patiently waiting for that epilogue so go at your pace! (Also, you are one of the reasons I decided to start writing on tumblr so thanks for being inspiring with this series <333)

HAISHWOSB HIHIIII YOUR REACTIONS MAKE ME SO HAPPY TEHEHEH

HAHSHAHA ERRAND BOY😭

i’m glad i was able to make you un-hate suna, he does deeply regret what happened and i hope one day i’ll be able to revisit this series and explore his grief more! spin-off series where suna lives eternity as a human and watches humanity evolve??? 🤭🤭 jokes jokes (possibly)

“i really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them.” STOP YOURE ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE ME CRY WTF 😭😭😭that’s so sweet of you i’m skdhwidnwk i really appreciate how much you looked into this story!!

IM SO GLAD YOU WERE PART OF THE HYPE TOO, the group of people who reblogged and sent asks or commented really helped carry this series and my motivation to finish it. i’m excited to write more for you guys and i hope i can do better with my next series :,>

ALSO WTF HELLO PLS DROP YOUR WRITING BLOG I WILL FOLLOW YOU AND HYPE UP YOUR POSTS THATS SOA WIDHOWBDWO,, MEEEE??? I AM ONE OF THE READONS YOU STARTED WRITING, i am fr so honoured oh my God 🫣🫂🫂🫂

#tysm anon #your asks make me so 🥰🥰 #🌀. dizzy replies #🌀. botdb #🌀. long ask

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 16. I’m A Man Of Wealth And Taste

Hello again my dudes!

Alright, so... how are you all enjoying our love story so far? And what a love story it is, am I right?

I just wanted to jump in here again since Andi doesn't mind. You don't mind, do ya babe? Babe? No? Ok good haha.

Fuck it, I'm just gonna get this outta the way first cause I need to get this off my chest. 

Fuck Chris Cornell.

Yea I said it. I'm pissed and I don't give a shit. Like what the fuck dude? Why you tryin' to start shit? You have no fuckin' idea of the situation. For one thing, I pleaded no contest to the charges of spousal abuse because the cops had found my guns in my safe - which I don't have anymore by the way, learned my lesson there - but I pleaded no contest cause it would've been way worse because of my guns that they found. Everything was just all bad back then, and how many fuckin' times do I need to apologize for it? I did my time and that's it.

I mean it though, fuck you dude. You're just pissed cause I got your girl now and you can't fuckin' stand it. But you messed that up with her long before I was even in the picture, so fuck you. 

Ok, now that that's outta the way... Oh my fuck dudes! Fucking crazy right? She said yes! She fuckin' said yes!  I asked her to marry me and she fuckin' said yes. I mean... fuck dude. I know, I know, I move fast, but man she is the fuckin' one. She is it. 

Andi is the absolute love of my life and I couldn't fuckin' wait to make her my wife - yes I know that rhymed haha. She didn't even hesitate, she just said yes. Like there was no " uh Tommy this is too fast" or " I think we should wait'' she just jumped right in with me. I got so caught up in her being silly and singing to me - Queen of all things like, fuck this woman suprises me in ways that I never thought she would - I just couldn't hold back anymore and I fuckin' blurted it out and asked her and she fuckin' said yes. She truly brings out the impulsive side in me. Well ok, I've always been that way but I swear it's amped up like a thousand times more when I'm with her. She just makes me want to just go full on and who gives a shit - which is how I ended up tattooing her lips on me. Fuck names, get your womans lips tatooed on you and man that will definitley impress her, trust me haha.

I had planned to ask her like, weeks before and I was gonna take her out somewhere romantic and get down on one knee... y'know the whole bit- I just fuckin' got all in my head about it and just asked her to move in with me instead. 

Once she did move in with me though that was like a whole other level. We didn't have to travel back and forth to see each other anymore. She's the first beautiful thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and I want that with her forever. 

She was so amazing with my boys, like, they loved her instantly and she loved them right back. Seeing her with them, making them laugh, making sure they are taken care of like, as if they were her own was just incredible. The connection between them was instant. I knew they were gonna love her. 

Same with my mom, I knew she was gonna take one look at Andi and be like 'Tommy don't fuck this up' - well ok maybe not in so many words but my mom is a pretty good judge of caracter, I mean she has hated a lot of the women I've been with. She loved Heather... and Pam she was like, fine with but that had more to do with the fact that Pam and I got married without telling anyone. But Andi, she like, just embraced her right away. She was so happy that I was finally happy after so many years of fighting and trying to keep my family together and Pam not interested in working anything out and going back to her old boyfriend while I'm sittin in jail.... fuck me... Fuckin' broke my heart. 

But there's nothing I can do. I can't make someone love me if they really don't love me anymore. So I just worked on myself and vowed that the next chick that I fall in love with is going to be like - not in a bad way - but like a nobody. Someone who isn't like crazy famous with the paparazzi following us everywhere and shit cause I just can't fuckin' do that anymore. I just can't. I have enough of it on my own still and it has calmed down a fuckload but there's still the odd paparazzi straggler that will somehow get tipped off at where I'm headed, where I'm playing, eating y'know... I'm just so fucking thankful that that didn't discourage Andi at all, 'cause the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable being out in public with me when we aren't working together. And when we are working together, it's like the fuckin' best thing in the fuckin' world.

I had never worked together with a chick I was dating, or any of my ex wives before her and it is such a game changer. She obviously sticks to most of the managerial stuff, since that's what she does but when I'm working in my studio, she would like, come in and hang out with me, which surprised me at first since I never had that before. Music just wasn't any of my ex's language, and so it was such a fuckin' turn on that Andi wanted to hang out with me in the studio. Even if I had an idea about something, she encouraged me to tell her about it and would actually help.  I found it so fuckin' sexy that she would inspire me in ways that I didn't think I could go with a song or a simple melody, a lyric or an unworked idea. 

She is so intelligent, beautiful, and strong. She knows this business inside and out, and she's so assertive but like can be so adorably shy and awkward, and fucking hilarious too. We even have our own like, weird language with each other. Like, I'll say something to her in my greasy greek guy accent just being stupid to make her laugh and she comes back with this terrible irish accent that makes me laugh everytime cause it so would sound like her if she had one. 

I just wish she could've met my dad. Man, my dad would've loved her. I can just see him telling me not to screw this one up and I know he would see in her what I see and just love her to pieces. 

Ok, I'm outta here for a little bit, but don't worry dudes, I'll be back. 

P.S: I miss you dad, and trust me I found a really good one this time and I promise I won't screw this up. Not in a million years.

#tommy lee fanfic #tommy lee #motley crue #motley crue fanfiction

[sunnysheep]

Sheep plays hockey update:

So it's been a while since i've given an update in my hockey adventures so here we are.

I am back to my old rink now after a brief stint at some other rinks over the summer, and it's been good. One guy has taken upon himself to devise the most ridiculous drills imaginable and i am soooo here for it

My Favorite Drill of All Time is one that this guy got from his 7 yr old's hockey practices. So you do some circles around some cones (blah blah boring - whatever), and then the final Moment is that you throw yourself onto the ice in a belly slide - penguin style 🐧🐧🐧

I went absolutely nutso crazy with this drill when he first showed us. i was almost crying i was laughing so hard it was so funny to me - like i would throw myself down to belly slide and end up starfishing and spinning in circles it was great. at some point i feel like i need to do an artist's rendition of this because it was actually comedy gold

The other variations on the drill were also fun (going down to knees and back up, and jumping over a foam pad). I did learn that i Cannot jump vertically at all.. which makes the videos of sidcroz jumping over Massive Hockey Men so much more impressive now. like really 🫠 HOW DOES HE DO IT. Sidcroz,,,show me your jumping ways. I too wish to leap like a gazelle over my fallen victims,,

Otherwise, I took a series of lessons at a different rink during part of this summer, and it was awesome almost entirely because of all of the women. like it was amazing!!

the instructor was a woman + there were five (5) women also learning with me (and the like 15 men but who cares)! and some of them were really really good and the men looked up to them. so that was cool af and made me feel like i belonged a lot more

i really liked the atmosphere at that rink and im kinda bummed i wont be able to go back

And in other hockey-related news: might be able to see some Women hockey games in january!! i am sooo stoked everytime i think about it i grin maniacally

Also, i found out that apparently the yotes are associated with an adult learn-to-play thing that has a LGBT branch (?) and i have never more wished to live in fuckin arizona. Sadly, i must persist 😔

#sheep plays hockey #realized i hadn't updated this in a while. and as it is essentially my hockey journey journal i thought i must. #sorry for everyone who does not give a rats ass about my hockey adventures lol #unrelated: there are so many funny things about my dingy little rink but sadly i Cannot share. #maybe one day

[deesmenagerie]

Everything is wonderful if you look at it with curiosity

Until this injury, I've never had surgery before. I'm not exactly happy that I had to have surgery-- I was proud of my streak, and I'm disappointed that it's over now.

But it happened. And I have to just fuckin' deal with it.

One of the first (and arguably most important) lessons I've learned over the past month is that perspective is EVERYTHING. The way you view your experience really does dictate how you experience it. And at the beginning, I decided I would approach every experience in this process with curiosity.

Instead of: Fuck, I have to get an MRI. I've heard they're scary. I'm dreading this.

I'm doing this: I've always wondered what it's really like getting an MRI. I've seen every episode of House, and I've always wanted to know if they portray it accurately.

Not even close! (At least in the MGH system.)

It was a surreal experience. First of all, I was VERY late, and the front desk lady was VERY angry with me, and warned that I might have to wait a while.

When I'm called, I'm whisked away to the back room, which consists of a waiting room connected to a hallway with lines of stalls on one side and lockers on the other. I have to get undressed (underwear can stay) and don a pair of linen hospital pants, robe, and of course, grippy socks. All my belongings are put in a locker, and I grasp to my key-- now the single most important belonging of mine.

I sit in the waiting room for a while, scrunched down in the chair slightly because it felt better for my leg. People pass me by-- maintenance contractors (CBRE, the same people that manage my work building), bustling nurses, mysterious businessmen.

Finally, I'm escorted into yet another back room. Another hallway, with patient loading bays on one side, and the MRI machines on the other. What made this experience so bizarre was the lights-- the hallway was on a constant, hypnotizing rainbow loop. Red flowing into orange, to yellow, to green, and so on. Over and over. Not only that, but there wasn't a single bit of harsh white light in the entire place. If the light wasn't rainbow, it was a dim white.

I'm fitted into a table for the next MRI slot. They position my leg in a frame, stuff padding anywhere that my knee isn't, and then lock in the top portion of the frame.

They ask me to start thinking about what artist I want to listen to during the MRI. I'm surprised by this question, but almost immediately know who I'm picking.

While we're waiting for an MRI to open up, the nurses around me are joking around with each other-- it's clear that the vibes are immaculate in this workplace.

Finally, it's my turn, and I'm wheeled into the MRI room. They load me up, and I tell them sheepishly that I want to listen to Qveen Herby, yes that's Qveen spelled Q-V-E-E-N. They don't bat an eye, and a tinny version of 'F Myself' plays in my headphones.

My lower half is brought into the machine. I lay there, eyes closed, intently focused on not moving my knee. I'm then pulled out, before anything actually happens. I have to switch tables. They reload me, and this time things progress as normal. The machine warms up, and then the rhythmic clanging begins. With the headphones, it's not that bad, but I totally understand why it would freak people out, especially if your head was in there. My focus flits between listening to the different rhythms of each scan, and listening to the music in my headphones. Why is the music so tinny? Couldn't they afford nice headphones?

And then it's over. I'm wheeled out and released from the table. I catch a glimpse of the headphones as they remove them from my ears, and I see that where a cord should be, there's just a clear tube. I realize then that normal headphones probably aren't MRI friendly.

I retrieve my belongings and change back into my clothes. The person at the front desk is much kinder to me, and wishes me a good day. Outside, the valet gives me a pitying smile and tells me to have a good day, in an earnest and fully well-wishing way. He says this knowing full well that I parked in the garage instead of using the valet, and that the walk was long and horrifically exhausting.

***

Because I approached this experience with curiosity, I had a really good time. I had a brand new experience, and learned a lot of new things! Of course, I'll acknowledge that it's easier to stay curious when my indication is strictly mechanical-- torn MCLs are much easier to identify and fix than say a tumor.

I've found that when you approach everything with curiosity, with a desire to learn something new, the chance to experience a new sensory experience-- the experience becomes instantly more soft. How can you be judgmental with something you're curious about?

#personal #journal #reflection #injury

[muttfangs]

AAAAAAAAAGHHHH

yo leave it to me to get a rare, ultra painful symptom from getting a sun burn i'm so tired of my stupid weird body, dawg like I spent three solid hours today in so much fucking searing pain and itching that I couldn't even form words or think I was just like... uncontrollably shaking, screaming, howling and pacing and panicking and frantically slathering myself in a cool oatmeal bath after taking ibuprofen and an antihistamine because my shoulders literally felt like they were on fire and I was being stabbed with red hot needles constantly this mightve been the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, no joke lesson learned tho! wear sunscreen and dont get drunk at the beach or you will suffer the worst pain imaginable! and your bathroom will be covered in oatmeal afterwards! holy shit! the term 'hell's itch' is very accurate for this fuckin thing. good fuckin lord. i've never been 100% delirious from pain / itch before but I was an inconsolable, screaming lunatic from this when it started for 3 solid hours until I was finally able to get a bit of relief that was a humbling experience in the worst way possible tbh

#barking into the void #i'm glad it's not sun poisoning tho tbh #I've never ever considered calling an ambulance before and tonight was the first night where I was like #please kill me or put me in a burn ward or SOMETHING (truly horrific pain) (indescribable agony) #I still have bits of oatmeal stuck in my fur... it's all over my bathroom floor & my bath rug is ruined lol #GUESS IM GOING TO URGENT CARE TOMORROW INSTEAD OF WORK :) kill me lol #at least this is temporary / according to goog it'll last roughly 48 hrs #WHEWWW use sunscreen babes. holy fuckshit i'm never ever gonna not use sunscreen at the beach ever again

[kpop-bg-roleplay]

As pitiful it was seeing my daily resolve shatter, I had a new plan in mind: be bigger trash than all of them together. I would play the role of their little beanbag, just as always and earn their trust without saying anything to them or do something out of line again. During that night of the interrogation, once I was brought back to my room, I immediately went to the bathroom to take care of myself. I unfortunately had to learn how to stitch myself up, a lesson from Seonghwa as I helped him out with a few members to make myself useful if I'm not painting the whole time. I've also noticed that the more I paint forgeries for them, the less passionate I'm becoming to be when I wasn't satisfied with the end result. For days I've been stuck on making those paintings, one after another, not even books were enough for me to outperform myself. By the time I've finished stitching up and resting a little bit against the cool tiles, I thought about the world outside, the freedom that I had. Now, I'm shackled again in a birdcage, wishing that the nightmares would end.

Two hours of me resting in an uncomfortable position, I have decided to walk out of the bathroom to go to the cafe as I needed to get some pastries done by tomorrow morning. I found some joy in making them, especially when the end product was wonderful to look at. I made bubby shaped bread, decorating them with chocolate and sprinkles before putting them on display tomorrow morning. I entered the cafe right after Yeosang, not knowing he was there in the first place or leaving it as I'm in my own world right now. I was openly showing my happiness in making those pastries, smiling and humming to myself songs that I used to hear a lot on the streets. Nobody cares about me in the first place, so why not be yourself when nobody is around?

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read through the old asks, I'm caught up now lol

Wherever Yeosang went, a laptop was never far behind, and the same could be said here. Nursing a latte as he stared at his screen, the sounds of typing came swiftly afterwards; meticulous fingers making light work of the keyboard. His appearance had bulked out in the months that you'd been at the complex - gone were the stereotypical lean muscles and frame of the standard IT specalist, and buff arms and a body built from working out were left in its place. Definitely the work of the on-site gym, that was for sure, perhaps Yeosang had finally caved into San's invite to working out together.

There were two things in the world of organised crime that everyone understood very clearly; don't get on the wrong side of the people who control your money, and your technology.

And out of all of Yeosang's 'toys', the cameras he installed in the facility and citywide were his favourite.

"Fuckin' hell..." he groaned, frustration knitting his brow, "Elise, get me another coffee will you? This stupid firewall is giving me fucking grief."

@thisisnoteuropeanstyle

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