#also even the owner said they still hate her and want her dead. but also says they love their pets like they’re their children.

[stealanity]

“ EASIER. ” ft. kim sunwoo

genre & warnings : ex ! sunwoo, fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol consumption, drunk men ew

summary : you probably didn't expect your ex-boyfriend to come and pick you up on his motorcycle after a night out with your friends, but he's right here.. so?

word count : 2k>

a/n : feedbacks are allowed besties !

after a good drunken evening with your friends, you can't wait to get home. but the problem is, the girl who was supposed to drive you home had forgotten she wasn't supposed to drink, being now much drunker than you were. what a mistake to have trusted her, because now you had to get home alone at a very late hour. but lucky for you, you still had one last card to play : your brother.

as you waited patiently outside the bar for him to arrive, tapping away on your phone, ignoring the drunken morons around you, a familiar sound suddenly drew your curiosity. as you looked up, your gaze instantly fell on a pretty black motorcycle that stopped right in front of you. and its owner with.

« what the hell are you doing here? » you say with a sigh, a look of surprise probably pasted on your face. the boy in front of you shook off his helmet, finally giving you a glimpse of his face and his damn smirk. « your brother called me, i was on the road so.. he told me to pick you up. »

a nervous laugh left your lips, rolling your eyes at his statement. you couldn't believe your brother would dare send your ex-boyfriend to pick you up instead of him — you definitely couldn't count on him. typing furiously on your screen, you were quick to attack and swear at your eldest sibling, insisting that he was only just a bastard too lazy to do anything.

« i swear he's a dead man. » you sighed, tucking your phone away in your pocket as you began to walk, completely ignoring the other boy standing beside you. but quickly, he was riding his motorcycle beside you, calling your name to get you to stop. « no, don't call me. there's no way i'm going home with you, i'd rather walk. »

but sunwoo wasn't about to let you go so quickly, so he continued to follow you, dragging his pretty motorcycle that you loved with him. « you're going to walk? do i need to remind you that your brilliant minds didn't choose the bar nearest your home? »

he wasn't wrong : you had at least two hours of walking to do before you got home. but what was your brother thinking sending someone as insufferable as sunwoo to get you back home? a long sigh left your lips as a drunk came a little too close to you. « hey pretty girl.. i can take you home if you want. » he said, hiccupping, as you laughed in his face before putting on a disgusted face, moving on.

you heard sunwoo's laughter behind you, and the sound of his motorcycle starting up again. and within seconds he was back beside you, a helmet in one hand held out towards you. « come on, i can't leave you alone with bums like that. » sticking your tongue against your cheek to contain your irritation, you crossed your arms against your chest, continuing on your way. « thanks for your concern, but i know how to take care of myself. »

« oh i know that. but i also know that all you want to do is take a hot shower and go to sleep, » you hated having to admit that he was absolutely right and that you'd probably have to give in to his request in the next second, « the question is whether you want it in 3 hours or 20 minutes. »

pivoting towards him at lightning speed, you grabbed the helmet in his hand and slipped it on, not deigning to say another word to him — but you could swear you could see his smirk through his black motorcycle helmet. « hang on tight, pretty. » he said as he started off again, of course without receiving a blow on his back from you, « don't tell me what to do. and don't call me pretty. »

but even if your greatest wish was not to listen to him, for your own safety you clung firmly to his waist. you looked over his shoulder as he began to drive, letting the speed of the motorcycle make your hair fly behind you.

suddenly, a certain nostalgia invaded your heart — it's been a long time since you've been on a motorcycle, a long time since you've felt the adrenalin of being on two wheels. hair blowing in the wind, the landscape flashing by, drawn only in horizontal lines, the feeling of flying... since you were no longer with sunwoo, all that had disappeared from your daily life.

and come to think of it, you missed it terribly. especially being able to slip your arms around him, rest your head on his back and close your eyes, enjoying the floating sensation and the adrenaline in your veins. it was something you loved to do when you were with him — and he knew it.

but you had to stay focused, and not forget how much you'd suffered from your breakup. even if, when you think about it, everything could have remained as it was in the past. laying your head against his back, like in the good old days, you watched the city lights take shape around you, gleams of white, yellow and red invaded your sight, like the first time you rode that bike.

it was a warm summer night, you were out with your brother and his friends, including sunwoo. and against all odds, you and him instantly get along well. so much so that he asked you out on a date the very next day, just as he dropped you off at your place after a late-night ride on his motorcycle. it remained an unforgettable night for you : the star-filled sky and the gentle sound of his bike's engine had lulled your dream night. not to mention his adorable tired look and his drop-dead gorgeous smile. your heart was racing as much as it is now that night, and you'd probably give anything to relive it just once.

closing your eyes to fully enjoy the ride, your arms tightened a little more around sunwoo's waist. you could feel his body relax under your fingers, and the vehicle accelerate slightly after that — because he knew, he understood that nostalgia for the past had invaded your mind, and that this was his chance to prove to you that you wanted it all back, and above all him back.

after long minutes of driving under the moonlight and city lights, the bike finally slowed down, before coming to a complete stop in front of your house. « you're back home, babe. » he said softly, as he got rid of his helmet, ready to get off the bike. but your tiny hands clasped his leather jacket again, holding him against you, « no, please. let's stay here a little longer. »

sunwoo laid his tender gaze on your figure clinging to his : your arms around him as if your life depended on it, your head resting on his back, exactly as before. removing the gloves from his hands, he slid his fingers against yours the next second. but this simple gesture sent an electric shock through your muscles, causing you to instantly step back and get off the bike. « thank you for the ride, bye. » you say as quickly as possible, giving him your helmet while keeping your face down. but sunwoo didn't seem to agree with letting you slip away so quickly, and held you back by slipping his hand around your wrist.

« y/n, » he began, while you were still staring at the ground, « how do you feel? »

you didn't know if answering him was a good idea : a part of you wanted to cry and tell him that it had been a long time since your heart had beaten so fast, but the other part wanted to shut up forever and run far, far away from his smile and warm arms. nibbling your lower lip, you shook off his hand from around your wrist, bringing your arms to your chest. the boy let his arm fall back along his body, but his gaze never ceased to pierce your soul. you felt it, his gaze burning all over you, like the sun's aggressive rays in midsummer.

it would have been so much easier if every one of your feelings for him had disappeared — but memories and familiar sensations had this effect on your heart, that screamed out to you that you still loved him. it was like autumn, and you kept falling again and again.

« listen, » he said softly, as he approached you, pulling you back until you were trapped between him and his bike, forcing you to back up until you're caught between him and his bike, « having you back on my bike made me realize that i never want anyone else to ride it but you. »

your eyes plunged into his, now completely lost in his brown pupils filled with the stars that fell from the sky. without warning, his hand nestled against your cheek, enveloping it in a gentle warmth, his thumb mechanically caressing your skin as his face moved closer to yours. it was a dangerous game for your heart, which didn't know how to resist the gentle eyes of the only boy who ever managed to give you butterflies in your stomach. sunwoo was your daily adrenaline dose, and you could feel your skin burning under his touch — especially when his thumb deviated from your cheek to reach your lip, caressing it as if it were the most precious of diamonds.

you felt all your strength leave your body, as if an invisible force had pinned you down. and when your name rolled off his tongue, oh boi you knew you were screwed. « y/n, just one word and i'll stop, » he whispered, softly, almost as a sigh, and you could feel his minty breath crashing into your face, « but if you don't say anything, i'll kiss you like it's the first time i've discovered your lips. »

you didn't know what to do. in your memories, kissing kim sunwoo was like tasting heaven mixed with the sweetness of hell — an ember-hot kiss from an angel. but you mustn't do that, you mustn't give in to temptation, even if being his again was tempting. but after all, a simple kiss doesn't commit you to anything, right? but despite your long reflection, not a word left your lips — and the next moment, his lips were on yours.

it was as if you were discovering the curves of his mouth all over again, even though you knew them by heart. your eyes closed at the exact same time your arms slipped around his neck, drawing him against you, while his hands slipped under your thighs, lifting you off the ground to wrap your legs around his waist. and he kissed you divinely well, as if it were the first time, as if you had gone back in time to your very first date. you could feel his warmth invading you and his tongue chasing yours, while your heart raced in your chest — it was exactly as you remembered it. the same sweetness and feverishness, the same minty candy taste, the same animosity mingled with the passion escaping from his heart.

it was like before.

that kiss made you want to believe that everything could go back to the way it was, your lovely relationship of perpetual bickering and constant flirting. but the fact that you broke up wasn't for nothing — it would have been easier if he hadn't been your ex-boyfriend.

but.. a little flashback on a drunken night was no big deal, right?

you decided to give your memories a chance to come back to life, and give sunwoo the opportunity to love you like on your first date.

just tonight.

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[rowretro]

𝕭𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉

✧IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME✧

✧warnings: drugs, gambling, violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes, harassment, (also i think this is cringe-)

✧synopsis: Yang Jungwon. rebellious kid with daddy issues since he was 11, is now extremely feared mafia boss. He never knew that he'd ever fall for his school enemy, though she looked like the type to seduce him to his death.

Inspired by the song Good thing by Kehlani

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Waitress by the day, wild card by the night. Jungwon saw her one night, gambling with big shots and breaking their ego. That red bralette paired with matching, red flared trousers. Her alluring eyes, sassy nails, seductive attitude. The colour of the devil's blood looked beautiful on her. A stunning smile, a tiny tattoo on wrist. Jungwon always got what he want, money, power, fear. He wants her.

Y/n Ko, the girl whom he always hated in school. That pretty face, that sassy attitude, the way she doesn't fear her like the others though he's never hit her once no matter how out of hand she gets. The man had bet on her that one day, she'll fall for him the way he fell for her, and since then all he's been doing is trying to get the anti romantic do have at least one loving dance with him. He stalked her one day, finding that she worked as a waitress at a very fancy restaurant. The owner often mistreating all the workers. It's his time to shine.

Y/n arrived an hour late, rolling her eyes as she noticed Jungwon at one of the tables. With a fake smile she waited his table "Good evening sir what can I get you?" she asked formally as Jungwon smirked "I want to get you." he simply said as the girl rolled her eyes, going to another table.

The classy, boring piano music, simply faded into a more jazzy, modern style of piano music. God she knew that style of music, and she guessed right when she heard him sing. Jungwon of course, singing a song he knew she can't resist. She smiles, waiting another table. Annoyed, one of the girls who was of a higher class and may have a thing for Jungwon accidentally poured some red wine on her white shirt "Oh I am so sorry it was truly an accident" the girl said, the fake pity oh so evident in that annoying voice.

Y/n smiled unbuttoning her white shirt "Oh its alright, accidents happen" she said as she placed the white shirt in the girl's hands "Dry clean that for me if you want to make it up to me." She said, still waiting tables wearing a lacy red corset that was under her uniform. As she waited a table full of men, prying on women to replace their wives with, one slapped her ass making a vulgar, comment as she took their orders. "Don't be rude... we're offerring you a litle break, c'mon sit with us baby... this is the best offer you'll get in a life time" One of the men taunted.

Within seconds, he dropped dead. A clear, bloody bullet hole in his head. Y/n smirked at the body shrugging as she smiled sarcastically. She didn't lay a hand on him. Jungwon shot him. She snatched two untouched glasses of wine as she approached Jungwon. The man smirked, as she gently poured some red wine down his throat, her body rested upon the piano as he played. She placed a rose in his mouth as she sang along, her voice sweet as honey, despite those devilish acts she adopted.

Jungwon gently pulled her off, arm around her waist, as his other hand held onto hers, fingers intertwining. one of her hands on his shoulder, rose in her mouth. The two danced oh so beautifully, toxic love in every step, his hand reached for the gun when he realized the dead man's guards had arrived at the scene. Flawlessly shooting them all to death, "Yang Jungwon you have a very unique way to approach girls..." the girl said as Jungwon smirked, spinning her, and catching her "Only one girl... the seductive devil who fell into the demon king's arms. I won the bet, so as per the rules you're mine." the man smirked as she kissed his lips, people screaming and running to flee the bloody scene of horror.

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[calxide]

⋆⁺ [ 015 ] most chaotic duo

warning/s: mentions of dead pet, familial issues, food (at the very end)

word count: 0.7k

Scaramouche noticed Y/N crying, who was currently sitting on one of the benches on the school campus. The area was quiet, there were a few people at this time, and most students, currently, are in their classes. It was a perfect time to cry without anyone minding you, and who cares anyway? This is college; you are expected to face many problems in your studies.

Y/N wiped her tears with the tissue she have. It was terrible, she had forgotten to bring her handkerchief. “Fate, why do you hate me so much?” she said through the sobs.

Scaramouche heaved a sigh and approached her quietly. He stood behind the bench and spoke in a hushed tone, “What might be the reason that made the mighty Y/N crying?”

The said female was startled; she jolted a bit by the sound of the familiar voice ringing through her ears. She turned around to see the owner of the voice, “Shortie-  I mean, Scaramouche? Haha, was that your attempt to make me laugh?”

Hearing Scaramouche's snickering, she quickly chuckled to lighten the mood, "Just kidding. Why are you here?"

“I study here, remember?” Y/N snorted at his response.

She sighed, “Aren’t you supposed to be at class?”

“What about you?”

“Did you skip class too?”

Scaramouche didn't answer her question; instead, he sat beside her. He handed her his handkerchief without glancing at her. Y/N looked at him confused, “Uhm, thanks?”

“Just take it and never give it back.”

Y/N laughed at his statement, "Don't worry, I won't blow out my nose."

“Ew, would you please not say it that way?” Scaramouche grimaced, but it was clear that he only said that to stop his laughter.

“So.”

“So.”

“Ladies first,” said Scaramouche, still not giving her a glance.

She chuckled softly, “Yeah, yeah, what a gentleman you are. But I’d prefer if you go first.”

“Tch, just wanna ask why you were crying.”

Y/N sighed deeply and wiped the remaining tears on her eyes with the help of Scaramouche's handkerchief. “Are you sure you won't find it boring? Eh, are you even willing to listen?”

“How bad do you think of me?” Scaramouche joked which made Y/N burst into laughter, “You’re actually a funny guy!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at her, “What? Are you going to talk or not?”

“Jeez, so impatient,” she sighed, “I failed my biology quiz.”

He looked at her in disbelief but let her continue talking. “I felt under pressure because of my parents' ーwell, my mother to be preciseー high expectations of me, and my cat recently died. I lost focus while answering the quiz, and the next thing I knew, it was time to pass the papers.”

“That’s one lengthy explanation, but I get why you’re crying. It must be hard… you know, the people you know have high expectations from you. And when you’re tired, you feel as if you don't deserve to rest because you have to meet their expectations.”

Y/N chuckled a little which made Scaramouche shoot her a deathly stare, “Why the fuck are you laughing?!”

“I-I’m sorry..! It’s just that it kinda feels comforting to know that someone understands me.” Scaramouche saw Y/N’s lips tugged into a small smile.

Suddenly, Y/N’s phone alarmed. “Okay! Time to stop mourning. Do you want to get some coffee? My treat,” Y/N stood up from her seat and stretched her arms to loosen up a bit.

Scaramouche shrugged, “It won’t hurt to get some coffee while cutting classes.” Y/N chuckled nervously at his statement, “Oh, haha, right, we’re cutting classes. But anyway..!”

They arrived at the school cafe, ordered their orders, and sat at the very back of the place. “Fufufu, so that’s the type of coffee that you like?”

“Yeah,” Scaramouche put his cup down, “What about it?”

“Nothing! Xiao also likes that kind of coffee.” Scaramouche nodded silently, How did I end up hanging out with her at a cafe…

“So… tell me about yourself.”

“I’d bore you to death if I do that.” Y/N laughed at his claim but urged him to do so.

He sighed, “Archons, you’re so annoying.”

“But you love me,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows a bit to add some effect to her words. Although she meant it as a joke, she didn’t expect to see a blush on Scaramouche's face.

Y/N fought the temptation to laugh out loud. He cleared his throat and spoke, “Shut up will you.” It was more of a statement than a request.

“Okay, okay. Whatever you say.”

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a/n: when i said “real soon” i meant the very next chapter lol. this chapter is not proofread because i wrote this when i was procrastinating during last week’s exam, so do tell me if you see any mistakes!

happy eid al fitr to all! <3

⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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[mrfippstuff]

After all this time, I still find myself conflicted on what to think about the whole situation regarding Makima and the hybrids at the end of Part 1.

On one hand, seeing the full extent of Makima’s powers is terrifying, seeing her being able to completely override any autonomy you have, reducing you to no more than a vessel for her wills and ambitions is awful. Characters who were well-defined and strong were turned into puppets, even being dead doesn’t save you from Makima’s hold over you, and there wasn’t never a chance you could fight her once she had you, even characters who would hate her and would fight her given the chance and now nothing more than loyal dogs who happily serve her. Any presence these characters once had is gone now, they simply don’t matter anymore because they have been reduced to being simple tools for Makima’s plans. Knowing what she is capable of makes looking back on the series up until that point rather chilling because you can see just how have Makima has deeply rooted herself into conflicts and characters going on. 

Then you look a bit further into it and that deep level of absolute control takes a whole new context when you think about how all these characters just fawn over Makima. Aki, Angel, Violence and Katana Man all say that Makima saved their lives, Quanxi is draped over her, and Reze says she wants to date her, they all lover despite there being more than enough bloodshed between them and her. Makima wanted a loving, genuine relationship, but she was never capable of understanding how that worked, she made these people fall in love with her but all she could offer them in return was mind slavery. Despite knowing the full details of how exactly how Pochita’s contract with Denji worked, she never got why Pochita made that contract, she though he was being random and chaotic, like he’s “supposed” to be, but it never occurred to her that he loved Denji enough to give his life for him. There’s a heavy dog theme around Makima, and while the story tends to lean on the loyalty aspect that dogs are known for, they are also known for having complete, unconditional love for their owners, and Makima have six or seven huskies in her home.

Seeing the full extent of Makima’s power, as well as how it affects the people around her is amazing for both the fear it induces as well as the volumes it speaks about her character.

On the other hand, it’s kind of anticlimactic for the other character involved.

As I said, the characters Makima takes control over are strong and well-defined, and for the most part prior to that last arc they had rather fitting ends to their stories. If the last time we saw Reze was her dying in that alley, that would have been a tragic, yet appropriate end to her story. But she didn’t die, she came back, and under mind control in the final fights, and typically when a story does something like we expects the protagonist to have some kind of struggle to break them out of that control. But we don’t get that, instead she and Quanxi and Katana Man and the other four newly introduced hybrids are cut down like nothing, reduced to cannon fodder. They get killed, twice, and the story just moves on. Angell’s fate was left up in the air because we never saw what happened to him, until it had to be confirmed on Twitter that he died off screen!

Part 1 ended and we got no resolution with those characters, we just never saw them again, and from how different Part 2 is being with Asa, it’s within the realm of possibility that we might never see those characters again! Fujimoto has shown to be an unpredictable writer, so I don’t know what to expect from this situation.

So, while Makima having complete control over other characters does wonders for her characters, it does come at the expense of others with the potential of no resolution for them.

#chainsaw man #makima #reze #quanxi #denji #aki hayawaka #angel devil #i'm most curious about reze #but the story seems to be setting up something between denji and asa #and i don't want a love triangle #unless it's a poly #who knows #katana man

[mathlann]

10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 a negotiable number of tags

Tagged by @poetikat! Thank you!

1. Selina Kyle/Catwoman- DC. One of my oldest faves, even if I don't talk about her much on here. Something is happening in Gotham City? Is Catwoman going to be there? If not, then I don't care! It's rare that a Batman writer can be normal about her but I'd rather suffer through badly written Selina than no Selina (and God have I suffered).

2. Matilda- The Monk: A Romance. One of the best villains I've read this year, I adored every page she was on! The scheming! The seduction! The audacity! She worked hard for her place in Hell and I hope Satan gave her a promotion!

3. Yennefer of Vengerberg- The Witcher 3. Ever since Geralt showed up Skellige and she gave him those party outfits knowing damn well she wasn't going to like either one of them... I loved her. I immediately got back on the boat to find the right merchant to buy the correct outfit so we could coordinate. Never made the same mistake again.

4. Arthur Morgan- Red Dead Redemption 2. My sweet cowboy! He was awful at crime and riding horses but I kept him clean, fed, and dressed in the finest Cowboy Gucci 1899 money could buy. He rode his white mare off to the Big Train Job in the Sky years ago and I still can't finish the epilogue because I miss him too much.

5. Daeran Arendae- Wrath of the Righteous. Every blessing in his life has turned out to be a curse and he deals with that by being just ....the pettiest asshole. He actively makes my KC a worse person by association but he is never allowed to leave my party. To avoid a dissertation level essay....I just think he's neat!

6. Aloth Corfiser- Pillars of Eternity 1 and 2. My favorite Team Nerd. This elf has never met a crack in the ground too small to dramatically hurt himself on, but also is regularly one of the last ones standing during boss fights. He hates me in Deadfire as of now but his general wizardly wimpiness is so endearing I can't be mad about it.

7. Alicent Hightower- House of the Dragon. Owner of the biggest, saddest eyes in Westeros. She should have been allowed to kill that old man. I wanted her to kill that old man so badly.

8. Maeve Millay- Westworld. Her and Hector altered my brain chemistry for a straight month back in 2021 (their intro! The tent scene!). That show did not do her right because Maeve should've been the special main character android rather than Dolores. The whole narrative ~bullshit~ just makes more sense if it was Maeve. I said it then, I say it now, and I'll be saying it again on my deathbed.

9. Johnny Gat- Saint's Row II. Johnny, my best friend Johnny! He never stops criticizing my Boss's driving but I take him everywhere all the same. Accidentally launched him out the front of a car so bad he didn't come back for what felt like a week. I thought I'd killed him for real and was devastated! Saints Row III is so boring without him.

10. Morrigan- Dragon Age Origins. Still one of my favorite video game character arcs. Platonically. Romantically. To me, she can do no wrong.

If y'all are up to it! Tagging @babeoffrontiers @neocores @feluka @bhaelspawn @gojuo or anyone who wants to!

#tag games #that was so hard omg

[jammie3132]

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Chapter Title: November 8th in a New World Chapter Summary: Blaine thought November 8th would be the defining date of every year, the date he found and then (one year later) lost Sebastian. Years later he put May 1st on his "crappy day list" when half the world disappeared.

Today, while the world outside is in chaos, a magic portal has opened in front of him. He has a feeling he’ll be adding October 17th to his list.

Chapter Note: With this fic's focus on November 8th, it would have been nice for this prompt to be yesterday's, but that's the way it goes sometimes.🤪

10 Days of Seblaine 2023 Day 4: Inspired by Another Media

November 8, 2022

It took months for people to come out of the stupor they fell into after Thanos snapped his fingers. When they did, the majority went into one of two camps…those who chose to try to move on and those who got lost in their anger. Blaine was fortunate in that most of the people he knew fell into the first camp.

Then there was Clint.

Watching his entire family turn to dust broke him and by the time what was left of Shield sent someone for him, he was long gone. The Archer did contact him once a month to check in, only because he promised not to tell anyone…especially Natasha. The longer this went on the more he wanted to tell her. He was well aware of Clint’s turn from Hawkeye to Ronan and all that entailed. But Blaine also knew if he said anything his friend would go off the grid completely. At least this way he knew he was still alive.

This didn’t mean he condoned what Ronan did and it made him sick to know in the pre-Snap world he would have been considered an accessory to multiple murders. But in the post-Snap world, you did what you could do to get from one day to the next.

Blaine hadn’t realized it was November 8th until Clint contacted him to say he was thinking of him. How he hated that it took losing his own family to understand Blaine’s pain. How he’d try to finally visit him sometime in the new year.

He wasn’t going to get his hopes up.

There had been a time where he couldn’t get out of bed on November 8th. The memory of Kurt and Burt telling him Sebastian and Sam were dead paralyzed him. That stopped in 2018. He didn’t have the time. He did have the time to honor those he lost. Dave (thankfully he and Xavier were still with him) suggested they have a memorial stone made. It took over a year but when it arrived 2 weeks earlier, Blaine cried for the first time in months. There were so many names. They were told half the population was lost in the Snap but his loss was closer to 95%.

However, today wasn’t about them. They were May 1st. Today was about the two plaques on the smaller stone in front of the memorial.

Sebastian Smythe Not snapped away Gone in the blink of an eye January 14, 1995-November 8, 2012

Sam Evans Son, Brother, Master of Impressions Founding member of Blam February 17, 1995-November 8, 2012

Even though the November wind was blowing, it was unseasonable warm for Ohio so he sat on the bench they’d placed in front of the memorial. He was immediately joined by a friend.

In the early days of their collective nightmare, Blaine had to find items to both feed and care for Lord Tubbington. He quickly found out there were hundreds of orphaned pets in just the Westerville area. Without thinking he volunteered Dalton as a sanctuary and rallied people to find these animals and bring them in. A month later he had what the surrounding area called Dalton Zoo.

It took time but people began to get back on their feet and were willing to adopt these pets.

But there was a tiny golden retriever who had lost not only his owners but mother and siblings. Blaine gave him round the clock care until he was a hyper, mischievous but loving puppy. He had no choice but to adopt the puppy and name him Sammy.

“Whatcha doing boy?” he asked as Sammy licked his face then laid down on the bench with his head on Blaine’s lap. “Did you know I was feeling sad?”

“Hi Uncle Bow! Hi Sammy!”

He had been so far in his head he hadn’t noticed the screen appear out of nowhere. He really had to find a way to get Saturday to alert him when someone was calling, especially Tony. But since it was Morgan, he’d let it slide this time.

“Hi Sweetie!”

“Daddy said you were sad today and to cheer you up. Do you want to sing a song with me?”

Tony knew he refused to sing again after Sebastian died. The obnoxious billionaire took it as a challenge. Once his daughter could talk, he taught her to ask him to sing with her. Blaine had always been able to distract her, but now that Morgan was getting older, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

“I am sad Sweetie, but you know what would make me feel even better than singing a song?”

“What?”

“You telling me about all the times your Mommy got mad at Daddy for running off to Uncle Bruce to do science.”

“So many times!”

“Hey! No talking behind my back” Tony whined as he kissed Morgan on the cheek and told her Pepper was looking for her.

“Bye Uncle Bow! Oh, I forgot. Can I come play with the animals?”

“I don’t know. Is your Daddy going to play science with Dalton again?”

Morgan turned to her father and smiled. “Busted! Bye again Uncle Bow! Bye Sammy!”

When she was out of ear shot, Blaine smiled and said “Next time you pull that crap, I’m going to ask Morgan if she wants a puppy. Or, we had two ponies born last month.”

“I have no problem with that but Pepper’s another story.”

“Yeah, I’m actually scared of her. But seriously, thanks for checking on me. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years.”

“Did you read the letter?”

“No, I thought maybe this was the year, but Xavier is having a bad day…week.”

“You know you’re never going to fully move on until you read it.”

“So, I’d be like 50% of the population?”

“Bow…”

“Tony, I tried.”

“You hooked up with a guy who we got out of NYC with that obnoxious girl from your old Glee Club. A guy you knew would return to NYC as soon as it livable again.”

“Elliot went home to California to help his mother. And from what I’ve heard NYC is still barely livable. It has to be if Rachel is still living with her Dads.”

“Fine, we’ll discuss it when Morgan, Bruce and I are there on Friday.”

“Are you kidding? Why?”

“Yearly maintenance on your arc reactor.”

When Tony rebuilt Dalton, he put in an arc reactor like the one he put in the former Stark Towers. When power shut down across the country on the 2nd night, nothing at Dalton even blinked.

“Ok, maintenance on the arc reactor is acceptable. Also, you’ve got to do something about Saturday not announcing my video calls and just putting them through. I was on the toilet this morning when Cli…” Shit!

Tony knew exactly who Blaine was talking about, or not talking about. Rhodey told him Barton was #1 on the government’s most wanted list. “Bow?”

“I’m not going to talk about it so drop it.”

The (former?) Avenger sat back into his chair and stared at the boy who had turned into a remarkable man in the face of tragedy. It made him miss the boy he couldn’t save even more. “We’ll discuss it when…”

“I know, I know, when you, Morgan and Bruce are here on Friday. Do I need to warn the neighbors you’re coming in one of your jets or a spaceship?”

“My jet plus a supply plane.”

“Supplies for the animals or supplies to store in my basement with the rest of the Iron Man technology you’re hiding?”

“Both. You know, it was brilliant to set up this charity so I can move stuff back and forth with no one being the wiser.”

“That’s not why I did it.”

“Keep telling yourself that. I know you love me.”

“Not until you make me a lightsaber.”

October 17, 2023

“You have no idea why Tony sent those boxes?” Dave asked as he and Blaine came up from the basement. “Or why they’re marked Do not open. That includes you, Anderson?”

“None whatsoever. And the fact he sent a supply plane without telling me? He always gives me a heads up so I can warn the neighbors.” “What about sending that huge jet with just those few boxes? You and I were able to move them ourselves. And no pet supplies?”

“Pepper told me he was working with the Avengers again but…”

The conversation ended when the entire room became shaded in a red hue. It’s exactly the same thing that happened the day of the Snap, except Dave wasn’t freaking out.

“Saturday, what’s the threat level?”

“Unknown”

“Can we get visuals?”

A screen appeared with the screen divided into four parts. They were showing news footage from major cities across the country and they were all showing the same thing…people appearing out of nowhere.

“Saturday, can we get local footage?”

The picture on the screen changed to what must have been traffic footage. The intersection they were showing was less than 3 miles away. What was happening in Westerville was no different than the major cities. Except…

“Oh my God!” Dave yelled as he moved closer to the screen. “That’s my Dad! But he was Snapped. I’ve got…”

“Go, but be careful.” Dave was already out the door so Blaine continued to watch the footage to see if he saw anyone else he recognized. Were people who were Snapped coming back somehow?

Was everyone who was Snapped coming back? Did that mean his Mom…Clint’s family…

“Brittany”

He was running out when he was stopped by sparks. There were only a few in the beginning but more and more appeared, all in the form of a widening circle. Soon the circle was big enough he could see two people inside it. A man wearing some sort of robe and waving his harm in a way that made Blaine believe he was causing the sparks.

The other was Pepper wearing a suit Tony had obviously made for her.

“Pepper, what’s going on?”

“I don’t have time to explain.” She walked through the circle (portal?) and handed him a large envelope. “This has power of attorneys, deeds to everything, bank account numbers, birth certificates, shot records…”

“Pepper, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry but Tony and I never got the chance to tell you…” She turned when another man in a robe walked through the circle holding Morgan and what looked like a packed bag. He handed the little girl to her mother and quietly said something along the lines of We’re out of time.

Pepper kissed Morgan on the side of the head then handed her to Blaine. “Be good for Uncle Blaine. Mommy and Daddy love you more than anything.”

And just like that the circle was gone.

November 8, 2023

I, I wish I could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, Nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, Just for one day

Twelve years from the day he met Sebastian and eleven years from the day he lost him, Blaine broke his vow to never sing again. But when Morgan Stark asked him to sing a song with her on the day of her father’s funeral, he wasn’t going to turn her down. 

He'd actually been singing songs with the little girl ever since her mother walked through a magic circle and left her with him. However, today was different. It was November 8th. He hated this day so much.

Brittany was a big help while Morgan was at Dalton. She'd tell her stories about how she used to be scared and sad all the time, but Blaine always made her feel better. Then she told her what a special little girl she was for Blaine to sing with her because she hadn't heard him sing in a long time. She did leave off the part about being gone for 5 years.

Pepper contacted him 2 days after Tony's death to tell him what happened but didn't want Morgan to know until she could tell her. It was a few more days before she walked through another magic circle, this time to bring her daughter home.

For some reason, he was surprised when Pepper invited him to the memorial service she was having for her husband. There was no doubt she and Tony loved him. Hell, they left him their daughter.

At least one of parents made it back.

The problem was, for all these years, he was what they called Tony’s dirty little secret. At first it was to hide Brittany. Then it was to hide Iron Man technology Tony didn’t want to get their hands on…just in case. But Pepper insisted even though General Ross, one of the people he’d been hiding Brittany from all the time, would be there. They came up with a cover story of him being one of the winners of Tony’s scholarship at MIT. Then, during the 5 years the others were gone, they became friends when Tony took on Blaine’s animal charity as one of his pet projects (pun intended).

None of it was necessary. Ross never talked to anyone and left the moment the formal part of the ceremony was over.

Asshole

The service was short but sweet. He could tell Tony was respected by his fellow Avengers, even loved by a few. He finally got to meet Peter Parker, the boy he’d been so jealous of for taking away Tony’s attention. They laughed at how similar they were, expect Peter could do all that cool, twisty, swing from buildings stuff.

He hugged Clint longer and harder than he should have. Despite getting his family back, he was still living in a hell made of his own actions. He was never going to get over her sacrificing herself when he believed it should have been him as penance for Ronan.

Wanda was nothing what he expected. For so long she’d been the example Tony help up as the reason to keep Brittany’s genius away from people who would exploit it. And even though she almost defeated Thanos by herself at one point (that was mind boggling) she was as damaged, if not more so, as the other survivors of the battle with Thanos. But he could tell, when (not if) she completely broke down, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

About 2 hours later, he found Pepper to say goodbye. A sorcerer named Dr. Strange (seriously) was going to make one of those magic circles (which he found out were actually portals) for him to go home. But before she let him go, she asked to talk to him in private. Tony had left him something…just in case.

Hours later Blaine was sitting alone in the Warblers Commons (he should really start calling it a living room), staring at the elegant box he’d been given. It kind of looked like a jewelry box, but why would Tony leave him jewelry? He never wore any.

Finally, he opened the box and cried the moment he saw what the man he loved like a father, left him.

Tony Stark built him a lightsaber.

Blaine carefully removed it from the box. He studied the hilt and noticed three buttons. Two were black and one was red. Knowing Tony, one being red was a sign for press me first. So, he did.

A beam of light shot out which he assumed was the same technology Tony used in his blasters substituting for the saber. He was wrong.

It was a hologram.

“Hey, Bow! Miss me?”

Notes:

I always wondered who Pepper left Morgan with because it couldn’t be Happy. He was back but there wouldn’t be enough time to get to the lake house. Plus, being gone 5 years, he wouldn’t know about the house in the first place.

Blaine takes the place of the kid from Iron Man 3 at Tony’s funeral.

Heroes: Bowie, David; Eno, Brian 1977

#10daysofseblaine2023 #Day 4 #Inspired by another media #Inspired by MCU #seblaine #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe

[radiant-reid]

TW (potential SA)(fictional) Someone posted something abt a theory of Reid having been molested by his father and that’s why he wanted to pin him for Riley’s murder but honestly I think a lot of the stuff could be explained by just having a crappy dad. He claims to not remember much of his childhood, but that’s not always a result of severe trauma, it can also be minor trauma or bad memories that you block out. I have blocked out a lot of my childhood year’s because they were just miserable at times. It doesn’t have to be from abuse. Secondly, as an owner of a crappy father, I can say that Reid felt like he wanted justification for his hate for his father, and probably was looking to find a reason to justify it. The truth is, he didn’t need a grand reason to hate him. It’s okay to still be angry. Sometimes you feel like you’re anger isn’t justified, though, and you get this sort of “imposter syndrome” if you will. You look for little reasons to hate that person, or your less tolerant of little things and they trigger you. I believe he felt that “imposter syndrome”. It’s possible that he was mad his father was keeping tabs on him simply because he felt like he had no right to wonder abt the state of his son’s life after not bothering to raise him. As for when his father left and he said “I just said what I thought you wanted to hear” can technically be used for any kind of trauma. And perhaps he wanted his mother to think he was “okay” because she had so many issues of her own. As for the dream, i don’t think it was meant to reflect Reid’s own trauma specifically, but perhaps what potentially could’ve happened had the creepy guy, who killed Riley, had gotten close to him. If his father was really a creep, why would he help kill another pedo? I get that he got close to his son and all, but you’d think maybe his mother would’ve somewhat noticed? Reid was also smart at a young age. Would he have not known? I think he wouldn’t felt that his mom would believe him. As for him not being upset his father was leaving, he may not have even fully realized that his father was leaving forever and thought he was going to come back, only for him not to. Either way his father was crappy and I understand feeling like “if they left, I wouldn’t be upset, or sad”. I can safely say that while his father is crappy and a dead-beat, I don’t think he would’ve abused him that way. Spencer also seemed to almost forgive him in the episode after finding out everything, when he says “you could’ve come back”. Why would he want his father to come back if he were abusing him?

either way, william reid was a terrible parent and he adds another unnecessary layer to spencer's trauma

also, this made me think that he's the embodiment of

It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again The things that I lost here, the people I knew They got me surrounded for a mile or two

#spencer reid

[scorbleeo]

Drama Review: Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938

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An unexpected case leads Lee Yeon back in time to 1938, where he reencounters Ryu Hong Joo. Once a guardian spirit of the mountain in the west, she's now the owner of a high-end restaurant in the capital city of Gyeongseong. He also meets his younger brother Lee Rang. Meanwhile, another former guardian spirit and ex-friend Cheon Moo Young has become hostile. Lee Yeon struggles to return to the present, to his loved one.

Source: MyDramaList (2023)

One of the Most Unserious Dramas Out There

Before we start: I did not watch the first one and am not planning to watch it at all. Going into Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 I admit I had to do a Q&A with my sister to understand what happened between the Lee brothers in this drama's modern world. However, one does not actually need to watch the previous drama to watch this and honestly speaking, from what I saw and knew about it, Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 is a whole lot more interesting and fun.

That being said, lets get on with how I felt about this drama. I am not kidding when I say, this is the most unserious drama for a drama anyone would think to be serious. Practically half of this drama was comedy and that is a praise. The comedy bit plays a part in making Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 so darn interesting and fun. Yet, this show also pulls on your heartstrings be it the brothers, the best friends or the best friends' righthand people.

I understand romance was a huge part of the first instalment but in this, it was just a tiny bit and I believe that is why I freaking loved watching this drama. In terms of what romance there was, I have no complains too. I mean, I adore the mermaid and the only complain I have is that I wished we could have gotten more scenes with her powers. When Rang said he liked someone who's stronger than him, he was not lying. The way Yeohee was written was right up my alley, she may not be as powerful as Rang but she saved him more times than he saved her and even when she was in danger, she still did not back down on a losing fight. For that reason, Yeohee is I really thought I would dislike the mermaid but nope, I love her.

Another thing I seriously love about Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 was the friendships. Any friendship in this drama was a pleasure to watch. Obviously, the friendship among our three mountain gods was my favourite. Don't get me wrong, Yeon is extremely lovable but in this trio, I need to worship my lady, Hongjoo and lovingly protect the cinnamon roll, Mooyoung. These three portrayed my kind of friendship where they were tight as children, still tight as adults and even with unfortunate circumstances, they might hate but they love each other more. Of course, the friendship among the roommates was a delight too. I only highlighted my top two favourites but I am not lying when I claim that this show did friendships so well.

Now, now. We have a problem though. At the beginning of this drama, Taluipa told Yeon even if he changes something in 1938, it does not affect 2023. I think its safe for me to say that we do not want that to be true, right? I am just willing to believe that what Taluipa said meant that Rang would still be dead in 2023, nothing Yeon did in 1938 changed Rang's decision in the future. I would even go as far to say that, everything Yeon did in 1938 further encouraged Rang to make that choice in the future. That is all I am willing to believe because I hear there's a third season and I need my best friends and roommates reunited to fight (without a doubt) the original mountain god. Yes, I know I said all I am willing to believe is that Rang is still dead but that's because I am sure there will be no Nine-Tailed dramas without both Lee brothers alive.

When the next instalment comes out, I will watch it as long as Hongjoo and Mooyoung are still around (if Jaeyoo, Miyeon and Yeohee are too, even better). I don't even care if there will be more romance although I wish there wouldn't be.

Rating: ★★★★★

P.S.: Anyone else felt that the big bad villains were so pathetic as compared to the smaller villains?

#drama review #tale of the nine-tailed 1938 #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #korean drama #lee yeon #lee rang #ryu hong joo #cheon moo young #jang yeo hee #taluipa #yoo jae yoo #lee mi yeon #lee dong wook #kim bum #kim so yeon #ryu kyung soo #woo hyun jin #kim jung nan #han gyu won #jo dal hwan

[white-lyra]

Hi, i'm new here and i wanted to start an Heimdall x Reader i wrote the first chapter, i'm not english so please don't hate me.

I hope you will like it and please tell me if i write something wrong, i'm still learning english and i want to learn this language 100% well.

Part 1

This is (yn)

They are the goddess of Power.

Her eyes are one of a kind, his father had something like this, she hides them by putting bandages to cover them so that nobody sees them.

Although they look nice to look at she doesn’t let anyone see them.

Her hair is brown and long, she doesn’t like someone touching her hair she only lets Moon touch it.

(yn)'s tattoo:

Some pictures of what (yn) wears , and earrings:

I created another character, her name Is Moon and she Is the goddess of justice, revenge, karma, personal growth and new beginning.

From their first meeting they did not separate anymore, Moon felt the sense of revenge of (yn) guide her to her, from that moment they always helped each other, (yn) taught Moon how to fight while Moon taught (yn) some methods for healing.

They were always together wherever they went.

She is proud of her eyes representing the color of her magic and also her favorite color

Her hair is dark and she likes to style it differently when she has time.

Moon's tattoo:

Some pictures of what Moon wears :

"hey (yn) we should go check on that creature it’s been a while since we went there"

Speak a voice that distracts me from my reading.

"You’re right and the temperature is falling we must hurry if we don’t want to find It dead"

I get up from my seat and put the book on a nearby table ,I take my staff, you have understood well staff, it may seem a useless object if it was just a normal staff but fortunately mine is not, and my sword that I attach to my belt. I leave the small house lowering a little so as not to hit my head, I am high enough and the door is too small for me so I lower myself, just outside meeting Leo, my pet is really good, and it’s very big, Leo has a very soft mane of light orange color with red streaks on the body, I caress his snout and a little mane , I wait for Moon to come out.

While I check that there are no Helwalker around, it’s already cold and I don’t think she wants to fight and neither do I now that I think about it.

"I’m here let's go," says Moon, closing the door behind her

"Let’s go Leo"

We walk to the abandoned structure where the creature lies, unfortunately we do not know its name and I do not think it wants one probably has already, given by its previous owner.

We keep walking until we get to the poor abandoned animal lying on the snow, we get closer and try to understand if it is still alive and fortunately opens its eyes. Suddenly we hear a thud behind us, we turn ready to attack whatever has approached, we turn to see a boy on the ground who is about to be attacked by a Helwalker.

I quickly pull out my Kunai and throw it at the monster by stabbing him , I throw him with the chain attached to the Kunai away from the boy, I throw it back on the head killing him permanently, while Moon approaches the poor boy on the ground.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she says checking for any injuries on the teenager’s body.

"no I’m fine thanks for saving me," he said

"What’s your name? And what are you doing here alone?"

"my name is Atreus and I ran away from home"

"You should be careful, you look lost," I said, approaching him and reaching out to help him up.

He took my hand with a smile rising from the cold ground

"in fact I am umm I haven’t been here for a long time I was looking for this house a friend of mine lives there"

"I’m sorry to disappoint you but nobody lives here" Moon replied

"what?" he says making a confused face

"She didn’t even come back to take care of him?" he said as he approached the poor animal

"has been abandoned for quite some time"

he looks away from us to look at the house

"That’s why we were there" I say making him stop to look at us

"We don’t live very far from here we found it covered with snow and we decided to keep an eye on it until its owner would come back but no one ever came back," said Moon going towards the creature, she touches its face a bit making it wake up.

"Ehy we are here to help but we have to get in to do it you can please get up"

With a little effort the creature gets up just enough to let us in

"Come on! I don’t think he can stay that way for long"

We run to the door and slide under the small space before it closes again, we fall into the empty and cold house.

"Ugh… where is Leo?" I said as I attach my staff to my back

"Leo?" asked Atreus

"Here!" I looked in the direction of Moon to see her get up with Leo next to her

"Woah!" Atreus flinches slightly at the sight of the predator

"Calm down is harmless if you do not bother him so much" I also get up and approach Leo stroking his head a little, we look around the house to find something to light a fire

"I never had your names" suddenly says Atreus

"Oh right, where are our manners? I am Moonwhile she is (yn) and you have already met Leo" said Moon continued by a deafening silence, you may hear a pin falling.

"Why did you run away from your house?" she suddenly says

"Moon!"

"What?" she says as I approach a table locating a book on it

"maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it might be a private thing," I told her as I opened the book and tore some pages

"oh no no it’s okay umm my father and I fought because I wanted to go to Asgard-"

"Asgrad?!" Moon said with surprise as I turned to look at him holding tightly the paper ball I was about to throw into the fireplace

"y-yes but it’s to save my father and my friends too"

"Do you work for Odin?" I said softly while he stiffens under my tone

"no no, I just want to stop whatever’s on his mind."

"ah this is a relief" I say turning again and throwing the crumpled paper

"Do you know him?"

"unfortunately" Atreus approaches pulling a knife and taking a stone but I stop him putting a hand in front of him, he looks at me confused, I close my hand fist and then reopen it making a flame appear I throw it in the fireplace lighting a decent fire to warm us up a little

"Do you also know magic?" Atreus asks curiously in his voice

"different kinds of magic" I answered by sitting by the fireplace to savor some of the warmth.

"We met Odin a long time ago I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t recognize us anymore" Moon says

"I hope you know you shouldn’t trust Odin," she continues by sitting next to me

"I know if I can ask why you wear blindfolds?" I turn around and look at him, "sorry I shouldn’t have asked."

"No it’s okay you told us why you ran away from home and that you want to meet Odin… I wear bandages because I don’t like to show people my eyes I don’t like to be the center of attention and my eyes would attract enough people would be scared they’re not pretty to look at," I explained to Atreus, getting tired of being sitting on the floor, I noticed that Moon made a sad face at my explanation, she tried a lot of times to convince me not to hide them, She says that people would not be scared but amazed, but I never believed that people would accept someone’s differences just because they are beautiful, I wanted not only words but also actions.

"You said you wanted to stop whatever Odin had in mind, do you have a plan?" Moon asks looking at him with curiosity wanting to know more "I feel a sense of revenge coming out of you"

"I don’t really have a plan I’ll try to keep an eye on him- wait you said you feel a sense of revenge? How do you feel that?" he looks at her confused while she laughs slightly "this is a story for another time" says Moon

"You know by yourself I don’t think you’re gonna get very far Odin is smart"

"I know but it’s just me others are against me they don’t want to understand that I’m trying to help them but even if they did I don’t think they will help me" says Atreus with a little disappointment in his voice, Everyone who is against you but you are just trying to help them is really hard to deal with on your own.

"We can help you the situation you’re in is stressful especially when you’re alone we understand what you’re trying to do even if we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes I’m willing to try to help you" I say looking him in the eye even though he can’t see mine

"Really?! But as you said, we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes, I’m a stranger to you," he says, getting off the ground

"Correct but Moon and I also want to stop Odin and you are alone even though Asgard may seem beautiful it is also dangerous you have to be careful of the people who live there" Atreus simply smiled happy to have someone who believes him and understands the intentions he has.

"Well how do we get to Asgard? And can we take Leo with us?" asked Moon

"Leo comes whether Odin likes it or not," I say, ignoring any request Odin has in mind

Before Atreus can keep talking we hear a little knock on a window.

Atreus approaches and opens the window revealing a crow with red symbols on his eyes

"We were looking for you I’m ready to take us to him," he says

The crow flies in and perches on a chair nearby, making a noise by letting in other crows.

Leo shakes off some water making it go in the eyes of Moon "Leo!" As she dries her eyes we look around confused

They fly around us until you just hear the sound of the beating of the wings then they disappear and we find ourselves falling into a lake,

We have difficulty staying afloat to get air but then we can get closer to the mainland, coming out of the cold water of the lake.

"This is not Asgard we are out of the wall," I say, pointing to the large wall not far from us.

We walk towards it killing some monster and passing a bridge that leads to a small village just near the foot of the wall, while Atreus and Moon talk to a boy I look up at the wall.

"will be hard to climb" I thought

"Ehy (yn) the only way to get to Asgard is to climb the wall so come on let’s go!" Moon says, we all approach to begin the climb

"We are coming Odin"

note: i hope you liked the first chapter and please tell if write something wrong. byeeee

#gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #god of war x reader #god of war heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #gow x reader

[artemiseamoon]

Midnight storm

Week 27 @writer-wednesday

Preview of full one shot | coming to A03 soon

An: Intro & part of a larger universe called Black Gold. I’ve been working on this in bits, over the summer. It’s also an excuse to have a bunch of my favs in a modern western sort of scifi au. Check back (this post) for the a03 link. This has been in my drafts for a while, this weeks prompt is perfect to share a bit of it today.

Warnings: gun use, western style shooting, a dead man, mention of blood

“Guess this makes you Sherrif now?”

Kneeling down on one knee, Kitt gives Jeff’s dead body one hard shove. Swiping the star off his vest, she wipes the blood off on his sleeve and stands up.

Jeff Holding is dead. Deader than dead. A shot clear through the heart. Still, the venamous hate pumping through her veins doesn’t subside.

“You got your revenge Kitt, we ridin’ out or what?”

Again, she ignores her companion's voice. The gathered crowd remains, waiting, watching, wondering what she’s going to do next.

“Yeah, I got my revenge.” Kitt holds up the blood streaked star, examining it in the hot afternoon sun.

“This town is a wasteland, what good would it do to stay?”

“It’s been lawless since I was a girl, that aint change. I only came back for this,” she kicks Jeff’s leg hard, “my father tried to fix this place, and look what it got him.”

“Hence my argument we should leave.”

“And go where?” Kitt glances over her shoulder at May, “we’ve been all over. Horses are tired, we haven’t had a good rest in weeks…” Kitt breaks eye contact and looks around at the staring faces.

She was born in this town, raised here, lived here until she ran away after her parents were killed. No, she didnt want to be a sherrif, and Kitt herself was far from honorable and pure hearted. But, taking the job momentarily might be okay. At least, until she found someone else better to do it.

Holstering her colt, she addresses the crowd, “any challengers?”

The crowd continues to chatter among themselves, but no one steps up.

Mays eyes jump to the ray of sunlight reflecting off Kitt’s colt, it’s an elaborate thing, etched with a gold handle, Kitt’s signature weapon. “Kitt - “

“May,” Kitt turns to her friend and lowers her voice, “I know what I’m doing. Besides, if that trouble we got in comes lookin’ for us here, I’m the law. Puts the power in our hands.”

May sighs, then lets it go. Kitt has a point. And it would be nice to be local for a little while, even if it meant in this shitty town.

Kitt pins the star to her vest. Though her head is lowered, May knows her next words are directed at her.

“First things first, we gonna get that station into shape and fix up that bordello. No more bottom of the barrel. If we want to make money and pull in those prospectors and lonely buisness men, we need quality women.”

May nods and walks in step with her as they head to sheriff office. Some of the crowd continues to watch, as the rest disperse.

They stop infront of the bordello. Kitt eyes the sign. The owner, a weathered man, comes out.

“I take it you the new sheriff.”

“Yeah, I am, and I’m taking over this place.” She pats her pocket.

“I aint sellin.”

“Yeah, you are. I want that sign taken down too.” She wraps her arm around May’s shoulders. “Miss May’s Cathouse, what ya think.”

“Sounds good on the ears.”

“I think so too.”

The man grumbles and crosses his arms. “I said, i aint selling!”

In the blink of an eye, May unholders her twin peacemakers. The old man stumbles back toward the door. “You heard her, now walk.”

…

Oh it feels good to let this one free from drafts! Remember likes are nice, reblogs are better and actually help circulate work on tumblr. They are in the sane place you press likes. 💕 stay tuned for the a03 posting date!

More writer Wednesday

#black cowboys #western au #writer wednesday #black ofc #black gold universe #western meets scifi meets modern #melanin western #melanin scifi /modern

[ausetkmt]

Oct. 7, 2022

FRANSCHHOEK, South Africa — He grew up resenting the scenic winelands near Cape Town, watching his mother toil in the vineyards so that white people could sip their merlots and chardonnays in luxurious cellars.

Yet here was Paul Siguqa on a recent Saturday, swirling a chenin blanc in the airy tasting room he now owned.

What Mr. Siguqa, 41, has accomplished is nothing short of exceptional: The son of a farm laborer, he saved for 15 years to buy, restore and last year open Klein Goederust Boutique Winery, the only fully Black-owned winery in Franschhoek, one of South Africa’s two most prestigious wine valleys.

But his achievement also raises a frustrating question: How is it that, in 2022, in a country that’s 80 percent Black, it’s still remarkable when Black South Africans reach some of society’s top rungs?

For all the progress South Africa has made since the days of the codified racial caste system of apartheid, its democracy remains 28 years young. The nation continues to struggle to shed entrenched inequalities that create a ceiling of sorts for economic success for the masses. There remain vexing racial disparities in wealth and land ownership.

White South Africans make up about 8 percent of the population, yet own 79 percent of privately held farmland, according to an analysis by Johann Kirsten, the director of the Bureau for Economic Research in South Africa. The disparity is even wider in the wine industry. Black people own only about 2.5 percent of the country’s vineyard acreage, according to a report by Vinpro, an industry trade group.

“We inherited nothing,” Mr. Siguqa said. “Because we are first generation, everything starts with us. So the burden’s a lot heavier.”

With charisma and a salesman’s touch — he pitches his personal story with the same flair that he describes his wine — Mr. Siguqa is hoping to help upend that imbalance. And not just in the wine industry.

“If it’s possible for a child of an uneducated farm laborer to be a farm owner, then it’s possible for the child of a domestic worker to become a doctor, a scientist and whatever that they want to be,” he said.

On a recent weekend, Mr. Siguqa discussed with a group of African-American visitors how he had come to own his winery, joining the handful of Black wine estate owners who have been pioneers in an industry that is difficult to access without generational wealth.

He told them he had operated on faith and that social mobility was possible, even as Black South Africans still have to battle for economic freedom. And by the time he got to explaining that every Black family had someone like his mother — “a strong Black woman that is a matriarch” — some of his guests were in tears.

“We’re so proud of you,” Jasmine Bowles, one of the teary-eyed guests from Atlanta, told him. “Thank you.”

Growing up in a two-bedroom cottage with his mother and sister on a Franschhoek vineyard about 10 miles from the one he now owns, Mr. Siguqa had considered the wine industry as part of the dead-end future that the apartheid regime had designated for Black people: labor, often backbreaking, in service of white people. Part of his mother’s salary was paid in wine (which Mr. Siguqa said she did not drink), in what was known as the dop system.

His mother, Nomaroma Siguqa, 71, told him that she would be the last generation of their family to work the fields.

“I wanted my kids to have an option and not live the tough life of being restricted to a farm,” Ms. Siguqa said.

So she impressed upon her children the importance of education.

As Mr. Siguqa leaned into his studies, he also revealed his business savvy. Nearing the end of high school, to save money for university, he began buying fruit from area farmers in bulk and selling it at a busy intersection. On the first weekend, he said, he made 875 rand (about $50), more than the 800 rand his mother earned in a month. Business became so brisk, he said, that he hired others to work for him.

It was around this time that Mr. Siguqa’s perspective on the wine industry began to change.

With apartheid over, he worked part time conducting tastings at the winery where he lived. He said he marveled at the sight of affluent Black visitors coming to enjoy the wine. It made him think that maybe there was more in the industry for people like him than hard, low-wage labor.

He resolved then, at 17, to own a winery someday.

After university, he successfully launched a communications company and an events company, all while searching for a wine farm he could afford.

The hunt got serious in 2019 when Mr. Siguqa found a winery selling for 40 million rand ($2.2 million). He asked his friend and winemaker, Rodney Zimba, to visit it. Mr. Zimba, 48, grew up with Mr. Siguqa, their parents laboring alongside each other on the same vineyard.

But when Mr. Zimba visited the winery, he knew it was not going to work because it was off the beaten path and difficult to find.

“We’re literally children of farm laborers, and I want people to see us,” Mr. Zimba said.

So he urged Mr. Siguqa to go with another property. It was smaller (24 acres), cheaper (12 million rand) and directly on the main road about five minutes outside of Franschhoek.

The only problem? It was dilapidated.

Still, Mr. Siguqa heeded Mr. Zimba’s advice and bought the property with cash in 2019. Mr. Zimba quit his job at an established winery to help lead the rehabilitation project and to become Mr. Siguqa’s winemaker.

“I think this is a legacy that we’re building here,” Mr. Zimba said.

Two years and 23 million rand ($1.3 million) worth of renovations later, Mr. Siguqa opened his winery on Dec. 3 of last year. It offers five varieties, including a shiraz, a cabernet-merlot blend and a dessert wine.

He said he kept the original name, Klein Goederust, established in 1905, because he knows the psychology of his country. Consumers might associate a brand named Siguqa Wine with lower quality because of the African name, he said.

“Apartheid did a heavy one on us mentally,” he said.

Still, his winery is imbued with his heritage.

A relatively small operation, it has an intimate feel with two rustic, brilliant white Cape Dutch buildings — a tasting room and a restaurant — surrounded by 16 acres of vines. What once was a horse stable and repository for the cheap wine given to laborers has been converted into a haute bar with a glass top.

To the Klein Goederust seal, Mr. Siguqa has added a rain bird, a reference to his clan name. His signature wine, a sparkling brut, is named after his mother — the Nomaroma Method Cap Classic.

“I’m extremely happy and proud,” Ms. Siguqa said — though she also has high expectations. She once told her son that the color of the brut was off and that he needed to keep working on it because Black people are judged harshly.

“My experience has taught me that everything needs to be a certain way,” she said. “It needs to be perfect every time.”

That sentiment has not been lost on Mr. Siguqa, who said he wanted to establish his wine business as premium from the outset because “as Black people, already there’s doubt to say, ‘Do these guys know what they are doing?’”

An employee recently told him it would take eight to 10 weeks for labels for the sparkling brut to arrive, but that she could get them quicker from elsewhere.

“No, it’s not going to be the same,” he told her. “We can’t compromise on quality.”

He already appears to be influencing the next generation of potential winemakers.

Sidima Ganjana, 23, who is from a township in the winelands, also grew up thinking the only thing the wine industry offered Black people like him was hard labor. But then he discovered an academy that trains disadvantaged youth in the wine sector, and he read an article about Mr. Siguqa. He wanted to learn how a Black man was able to buy a patch of earth that seemed to be the preserve of white people, so he went to the vineyard and asked to intern there.

“I don’t feel to him like it’s a business,” Mr. Ganjana said. “It seems like it’s something bigger.”

As Mr. Siguqa strolled his farm, he pointed to the plot where he planned to build a production facility to make his wines (currently, he rents out other wineries’ facilities) and to where a 20-room hotel would go.

Then he pointed over the wire fence at the back of his property, toward a cluster of tightly packed tin shacks near the foot of a grand mountain. It was Langrug, an informal settlement for Black workers who tend the vineyards.

Someone once suggested planting trees along his property line to block the view of the settlement, but Mr. Siguqa said he couldn’t do that. Because that divide between the largely white wine estates and Black labor is his history, and still the present for many.

“It’s a reminder of inequality,” he said. “It’s a constant reminder of how far we must still go as a country.”

#South Africa #South Africa African Winemakers #African Wineries #Black Owned Wineries #Black Owned African Wineries #Apartheid #Klein Goederust Boutique Winery

[tomanyships69]

911 1x08 Karma's A Bitch

Rosalee??? (Monroe would never treat her like this) The wife played a different character on Grimm for those who don't know.

Should have shot him, I mean I guess she technically did, but that abusive dude should have been dead sooner.

(People should respect bodily autonomy and not force or guilt trip people into doing things they aren't comfortable with aka the blood drive.) But also if anyone should respect trying to even things out it's Bobby.

God I understand they are both in a tough spot. He wants to live his best life and introduce his family to the man he's getting close to. But he should also respect his WIFE'S feelings and know that her and the kids might need some more time to adjust.

God the skin coming off his chest is so gross (better than his chest shattering tho, seen the clip haven't watched that show yet)

This dude did not kill his dog, jesus christ!

She has the right idea, and saved the dog from a douche owner.

Bobby is at church again, they have extras this time woo! But also calm down you probably aren't dying Bobby.

Cool a thief, what's in the box? Never mind broken bone.

Chimney being there for Bobby aww!

He's got magic blood and can save all the babies lives now ain't that ironic.

More people terrorising animals. Be a good kitty and maul him. He attacked the wrong guy.

Now he's also a shitty poacher and worse a dentist. FREE THE TIGER they did nothing wrong.

Athena's kids are standing on business, damn!

Nooo Chimney is getting the Bobby trauma dump. Bobby go to therapy please! Why is the entire firehouse traumatized.

God this scene is hard for me to watch, and Chimney doesn't know what to say or do.

I still can't believe she cheated smh.

God I feel so bad for her but Athena is doing the right thing. (Side note, she has a really nice house).

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

I HATE EVA, I said she was the worst and keeps on proving my point. As for Hen I don't have any sympathy. Karen deserves better.

Damn okay Athena, chatting it up with Mr. smooth.

I love Chim, he deserves nothing but happiness.

Maybe I'm just soft but this episode hurt my soul.

Had to make an edit, just now realized Buck was barely in this episode. Also no Abby at all.

#911 abc #911 fox #my thoughts #long post #Kat reacts #season 1 episode 8 #1x08 #911 1x08 #Karma's A Bitch #rosalee calvert #grimm

[dillwonder]

‼️RANT about family and animal neglect‼️

This isn’t anything super serious and the animal mentioned is not hurt or harmed, just not loved by og owner

Hello, let me tell y’all about the cat my brother doesn’t even pay attention to and should actually be my cat (for more than just me caring for her). SO, a couple years ago my cat died and I was devastated. That cat had health issues that i couldn’t care for on my own I had no job or vehicle, by the time i got a job he had already passed and he had these health issues for YEARS that I NEEDED AN ADULT TO HELP ME WITH BC I WAS UNDERAGE HAD NO JOB OR CAR TO DRIVE MYSELF. For the months after my cat died, I BEGGED my mother to help me get a cat or gift me a cat for Christmas or my birthday. It was a month before my birthday and my mom announced she was getting a cat for my brother. Naturally, I was PISSED and my mom and brother looked guilty and even said “we knew you would react like that and not support your brother after his cat died too” BRO…. W HA T???!!! I was like “😀 huh?? Ofc I’m mad, I have been asking for a cat for months” and ofc my mom and brother are like “you can get urself a cat?? No one is stopping u??” Holy shit that’s not the point you inconsiderate twats. This cat?? That my brother got??? He kept it in his room for MONTHS while she was a kitten so she didn’t get to roam the house and become accustomed to our other animals. Finally when he let her out she didn’t really appreciate the other animals and he would forget to feed, water and change her litter pan (thankfully we had a bigger food and water reservoir for the rest of the cats we own that was EASY ACCESS to all of them) however. She did not like our dogs, she was stressed out by them and not having a clean pan so she would piss on things and jump up on the counters and shelves to get away from the dogs that would CHASE HER (trying to play but it would stress her out) my brother, mother and father would be like “UGH SHE IS SO ANNOYING JESUS CHRIST I HATE HER” and I would tell them the pan is filthy, she can’t get in her room and the dogs stress her out. They ‘solved it’ by putting her outside forcibly when she was mostly an indoor cat. She still had access to food as we have a covered patio she had access to for shelter and food, but the bathroom and water had to be figured out by her, she was forcibly a barn cat now, essentially. Time skip to now, she is still not allowed inside the house. Me and my partner live adjacent to the house, still on property but in a separate dwelling and we let her in to eat, sleep, play, drink ect.

She has never peed, pooped, ruined things ect. In my house.

Me and my partner care for her, love her, make sure she has shelter, she does still get overwhelmed by our dog and jump up onto high places to get away or eat food on the counter occasionally. But she hasn’t broken anything, peed on anything ect and we know what it means when she does that and we let her go outside when that happens. (She asks to leave) she LOVES my animals and loves us. We are moving soon, there is no sign of my mother, brother or father letting her into their house anytime soon so we asked “would you like us to take her with us? We know you guys have had issues with her and we just want her to be taken care of” guess what my brother, WHO DOES NOT CARE FOR HER AT ALL ANYMORE, said?? “No. Thanks for the offer though :)”

Obviously, I realize I shouldn’t have asked and I should just take her. HOWEVER, I don’t know what he would do if he found out I had her and I honestly don’t want to spend days and days fighting w/ my brother over the phone or have him show up and try to take her back. I also don’t know if the rest of my family would join in and be like “give her the cat back!!!” And so I’m being yelled at by all fucking sides. I wouldn’t give her up easily, tbh I would t give her up unless they tore her from my cold dead hands.

#rant #ranting #brain dump

[kokoch4n3l]

DEAD GIRL’S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

FOUR — drunk walk home

"I think he misses his childhood. He doesn't talk about it but he looks like he misses it. He says he used to have a sister. He says she's dead. I wonder what happened to her"— MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Amidst the emotional turmoil of guilt due to her job and Izana's treatment, Maya is left to grapple with the harsh reality of unreciprocated love after spending the night at Kazutora and Chifuyu's place.

chapter warnings: alcohol use, intoxication, insensitive comments, (badly written)sexual content, (kinda consensual)drunk sex, penis-in-vagina sex, implied multiple rounds, loss of virginity

word count: 4049

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"I saw my doctor the other day for a check-up. He said to cut down on drinking and when I asked him what he was doing after work, he told me he was going clubbing" Kazutora says with a laugh

"Doctors are the world's biggest hypocrites," Maya says, gulping down wine from the glass that was too full than appropriate "I mean c'mon look at me" 

It was Sunday night and she was spending the night at Chifuyu and Kazutora's apartment. Who said 20-something-year-olds can't have sleepovers? Maya had been drinking all weekend to forget about the mind-consuming guilt she was experiencing. The option was a very obvious one: report the director for abuse of authority, purposely drugging a patient and, not giving the care they needed. It wasn't even negligence but on fucking purpose. Maya knows she should. She really should but she's afraid. Maya has heard many similar cases and they all end with the person reporting it getting in trouble. The guilt is eating her up but this might just cost Maya everything. So, she's been drinking. A lot. "Slow down" Chifuyu says trying to grab her glass

Maya moves her glass out of his reach. "no" 

"Brat" Chifuyu mutters and pours himself another glass

Your brat Maya wants to say but she isn't drunk enough to say that kind of bullshit yet. Instead, she takes another large swing from the glass, resisting the urge to down the entire thing in one go. Her head is spinning but she's no longer thinking about Izana. That's a good thing... Right? Maybe... Instead of just straight up reporting the hospital, she could tell Izana before he leaves tomorrow evening. He's rich and he doesn't seem to really hate her. She could tell him the truth. Yeah. Maya decides to do that. "Hey" Kazutora snaps his fingers in front of her face "you keep zoning out"

"h-huh?" she looks at him "Yeah, my bad... Just thinkin' 'bout work"

"Do you think working with crazy people makes you crazy too?" Kazutora asks

Which was completely insensitive but he also went to a psychologist bi-weekly because he apparently had issues and said he was allowed to be insensitive or something like that. Maya doesn't argue and just shrugs "Uh... I dunno..." and looks over at Chifuyu who was already pretty wine-drunk

He looks pretty. Chifuyu is so pretty. His black hair is a bit messy and his eyes are glossy red. He's resting his chin on the heel of his palm, staring right back at her as his cheeks are flushed red from the alcohol. He looks perfect. Chifuyu was perfect. "Fuck that's enough for me" Kazutora says putting down his empty wine glass "we have work tomorrow I don't wanna be hungover"

Kazutora gets off the floor and lays down on the couch. "We can just open late y'know... Who's gonna say otherwise? The owner?" Chifuyu asks then giggles "Oh wait, that's me"

Chifuyu owned a pet shop and Kazutora worked there with him. It was cute. Some days Maya helped out. Help meaning she'd play around with the cats or whatever animal was there. "Alright you have a point there" Kazutora says and closes his eyes

They're drunk. Kazutora tended to get sleepy when he was drunk while Chifuyu— he'd get touchy and flirty. Maya looks over at Chifuyu again and sees that he's still looking at her. It felt like her heart was in her throat. She looks away as her cheeks flush even more. She chugs down the rest of her glass and grabs the bottle to pour herself some more. "So what happened with Naoto? Chifuyu made him go pick you up on Friday" Kazutora asks, his voice a bit slurred and lazy, now on the verge of falling asleep

Maya just shrugs her shoulders. "'m not feelin' it. Don't like him" she admits "he's nice... but I don't like him"

Chifuyu scoots over to her on the floor, their knees now touching. "I guess that's fair... What's your type anyway?" 

Maya bites the inside of her cheek. Her heart is beating fast and she knows her face is bright red right now. He's barely even touching her and she's already like this. "Maya likes bad boys. Criminals. It's all she attracts anyways" Kazutora answers for her, laughing as he speaks "I mean c'mon look at who she hangs around"

Maya cocks her head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?" she turns her head to look at Kazutora but he's already asleep, snoring

A hand grabs her neck and forces her to turn her head. If she wasn't blushing before she sure is now. Chifuyu has a hand wrapped around her neck, not squeezing but just holding, making her look at him again. "Why do you keep looking away from me?" His green eyes are glossy red, pupils blown out wide and lids heavy

Okay that's hot. "am not" Maya curses at herself when her words come out as a breathy whisper

Chifuyu's hand is hot and heavy around her neck. It should be scary but it's not. Maya ready books. This shit is fuckin' hot, even better that it's the guy she's been in love with since middle school that's doing it. "yeah you are" he tugs her forward, squeezing her neck only briefly which makes her gasp but then goes back to his gentle hold

There are currently two options going through Maya's intoxicated head: die or kiss him. With the way Chifuyu is looking at her, the first option sounds very nice. "Have you always been this pretty?" He asks softly

Maya has drank with Chifuyu many many times(Kazutora has fallen asleep many times as well) but this has never happened before. Maya thinks she might just have a stroke. Did Chifuyu finally like her back? Did he feel the same now? Was he finally, after years of pining, reciprocating her feelings? There is a short moment of silence, before Chifuyu brings his face closer to her's, a soft sigh leaving his lips. "You haven't dated much, hm? Wonder why..." he asks, mostly to himself rather than her "Pretty girls like you deserve to be cherished"

They say drunk words are sober thoughts. Maybe this is real. Maybe this isn't just a drunken action. Maybe Chifuyu finally loves her back.

They end up in his bedroom somehow. Maya on her back and Chifuyu on top of her. The tips of his fingers caressed along the outside of her clothed thighs, going up along her waist, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pyjama pants and stopping when hearing her gasp. He smiled and his knee slotted between her thighs. Maya's eyes were open and hands trembling as she stared up at him. She couldn't believe this was happening. Maya prays this isn't a dream. She was drunk out of her mind but fucking hell she hoped she would remember this in the morning.  "you're so fucking pretty" Chifuyu muttered sweetly, one of his hands next to her head keeping himself hovering over her and the other took her's, kissing the tips of her fingers "lemme cherish you"

He let go of her hand and leaned down, pressing kisses along her jaw and cheeks, relishing in the little gasps she was letting out. Their lips would only slightly brush up against each other, her breath becoming more unsteady each time they did. Chifuyu pulled away from her face and chuckled lowly when Maya chased his lips despite not even having kissed her yet. "hey, I've barely done anything and you're already so worked up" he said with a cruel smile 

Maya thinks her heart might just pop out of her chest at this point. "what do you want me to do to you, hm?" he grabbed her hand again and pressed kisses on the tips of her fingers

She hesitated before speaking, her lips quivering. "I—I... I want to kiss you" she whispered breathlessly

"How could I say no when you're asking so nicely" And finally, finally, finally, after years of pining, Maya finally gets a kiss from Chifuyu

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss further, licking into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction. Chifuyu pulled away, breathing heavily. "fuck you're so fun to kiss" he cooed, pupils were blown out dark with lust 

He leaned in again, kissing her harder this time. Maya softly moaned into his mouth, head feeling dizzy. The harsh slant of the kiss and hard slide of Chifuyu's mouth made Maya break into shivers, even with her body flush against Chifuyu's warmth. Maya struggled, scrambling for purchase until her fingers find Chifuyu's shirt, crushing the material in her hands, before she bites down on Chiufyu's lower lip and reeled back, sucking in a greedy breath to clear her mind of the lust-induced fog.

The bruising kiss stained her rosy mouth a darker shade of red. Chifuyu had clucked his tongue when they broke apart, he had canted his head to the side, his tongue running across his lower lip, lapping over where Maya had bitten him before he smirked sinfully. Oh man she hopes she isn't a dream. It couldn't be. It felt too real. His thumb caressed along her brow bone affectionately. "Chifuyu" she muttered weakly

Wine can't cause hallucinations. This had to be real. "Yes?" He shot a wicked smile as he cupped Maya's face, drawing her for another kiss.

He stole the first one in a quick teasing swipe. Another. And another. Running the tip of his tongue along the seam of Maya's plump lips before melting her into a languid kiss that has her shivering against him with Chifuyu's name on her lips.

Chifuyu's mouth captured Maya's full lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before his teeth sunk into the bruised pink flesh. The sting of the bite drew out a delicious whimper from Maya but Chifuyu wasn't satisfied with stopping there. He pressed on immediately, licking into Maya's mouth with filthy flicks of his tongue, devouring any stray sound that escaped as the pretty girl clawed at Chifuyu's shirt, so badly wanted him to take it off. Chifuyu doesn't miss Maya practically trembling against him. His smirk grew, his drunk mind utterly pleased with how riled up she was, tilting his head to press a languid kiss to the corner of Maya's puffy mouth. It's mockingly chaste with the way it left a lingering burning sensation on her skin. There was nothing chaste to Chifuyu in his current mood, not with the wicked tilt of his mouth brushing against Maya's as he spoke. "Let's try that again..." Chifuyu drawled the command; his low velvet tone made liquid heat pool in Maya's gut, fanning a flame of need

"Haa..." Maya arched against Chifuyu with the hot contact on her sensitive skin; the moan dies on her lips when Chifuyu started mapping out searing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat and Maya can't help it, finally tilting her head back to give Chifuyu free reign

Chifuyu nipped along the skin teasingly, making Maya's breath hitch. But not soon after he pulled back. "Your mouth looks much prettier when you're chanting my name like this," Chifuyu's mouth slanted with his smug smirk, his thumb traced over the shape of Maya's mouth

"So cute" he muttered and leaned down to her neck once again, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck

Chifuyu pulls back and with one movement tugs his shirt over his head, throwing it too the floor. Maya is very much staring at his abs and Chifuyu can't help but laugh a bit at how openly she's checking him out. "Let's get this off hm" he says and grabs hold of her shirt "arms up, baby"

Baby, baby, baby. She'll have a stroke. She'll pass away. Maya thinks if it weren't for the alcohol, she would have passed away right when Chifuyu started kissing her. It feels a little different now that her shirt was off, leaving her in just her bra. He has much better access now. Chifuyu grasps tightly onto her clothed thighs pulling her legs onto either side of his, having her hips up high on his lap while keeping her back still against the pillows. Maya lets out a little noise when their hips press together because omghessobigwhatfuck. She can feel how hard he is against her.

Her arms go up around his neck pulling him in closer and tighter and Chifuyu smiles against her lips. It feels good— all the skin-to-skin contact. Both their top halves were bare, skin pressing against skin in this really really good way. Mays's skin is scorching hot while Chifuyu's feels cold under her hands. It's good, it feels really good. They're kissing again and Chifuyu's running his hands over all the newly exposed skin

Chifuyu's hands roamed her bare thighs once he finally got her pants off. Maya doesn't really remember how she imagined this moment would be despite dreaming of it for years. Not that it was finally happening, she felt jittery and unable to keep still as he pulled his pyjama pants off. He's left in just his boxers and his weight was pressing Maya onto the mattress mercilessly, restraining her movements like a predator that had caught its prey and was not planning on letting go until its hunger was sated. Not that Maya wanted to go anywhere. She was fine where she was, pressed to the bed with Chifuyu tongue in her mouth. "fucking hell" he groans

His hand reaches underneath her and with ease, he unclasps her bra and takes it off, throwing it to the floor, adding to the pile of their clothes on the floor. It happens fast. A lot faster than she would have liked to imagine. Once their clothes are off and he's positioned his cock to her entrance, there isn't much kissing anymore. He slides slow and smooth almost in one go, it has her seeing stars. His hands held her forearms tight, grip so hard, Maya knew she'd have bruises for days. Not that she minded now. Everything just felt good and she wanted it to last. This kind of pain didn't hurt, it felt good. Chifuyu let go of her wrists and laid one hand next to her head and the other sliding down to her leg so he could hook it up over his hip. Harsh breathes and whimpers filled the air of Chifuyu's apartment. "taking me so well, hm pretty thing" he whispers breathlessly "so fuckin' tight"

Maya's nails dig into his back, scratching along his skin, leaving long red marks along his well-toned back, letting out a slightly louder whimper of his name. Chifuyu bites at her shoulder as he moves his hips a little faster and harder. "fuck baby, you feel so good" he breathes and hooks her thighs up over his hips

It feels hot. Everything feels hot. The rush of emotions and sensations leaves every nerve ending on fire, Chifuyu's unfiltered groan making Maya so sensitive she feels like she's going to pass out. Being this close, there is barely a stretch of skin that isn't touching Chifuyu and Maya feels all the more thankful for it, not wanting to move just yet, wanting to feel so strongly it almost scares her for just a little while longer. She can hear the sounds she makes. Breathy moans and helpless whimpers. It stops hurting eventually and Chifuyu's hips snap at an even faster speed as he chases his release. It feels good. So fuckin' good, her eyes roll back as he hits a particular spot. "Shit shit shit" Chifuyu mutters, his hand gripping the pillow next to her head "so fuckin' tight... so-ugh fuck... so perfect"

Maya's arching her back and just whimpering out his name over and over like a prayer. It felt so good. It felt so good and all she could think about was him and not the fact that they were drunk— not the fact that Chifuyu had to be drunk to touch her like this. His hand slides down her body and finds her clit with ease, rubbing quick circles on it. She's seeing stars. "w-wait Chifuyu—" she choked out as a coil in her belly began to unwind

"shh~ let it out for me" He coos "Come for me"

So she does, caving in with a cry, digging her nails into his back as her eyes roll back. She convulses under his weight as she releases. Her legs fall slack on either side of him. He doesn't pull out and just looks down at her with wide glossy red eyes. "One more for me, hm?" Chifuyu murmurs and it doesn't give her much of a choice as he grabs her thighs and hooks them back up over his hips

Maya wishes this night would last forever.

The sunlight peeks through the curtains of the bedroom. Maya and Chifuyu wake up at almost the same time. Chifuyu groans as the sunlight hits his eyes and presses his face into the mop of curly hair under his— wait... His eyes snap open, sleep bleeding out of his head

His eyes clear out the familiar outline of the top of Maya's head and he prays to god that the naked body pressed against his own wasn't actually her and just some girl with black curly hair just like Maya. But it is her. He can feel her butterfly pendant press right to his bare chest and her familiar arms around his body. shitshitshitshitshitshitshit. He hears her groan and Chifuyu remembers all the events from last night. Shit. Maya looks up slowly with sleepy eyes. She looks the same as she did all those years ago when she approached him, still wearing her school uniform, in the park with a pack of bandaids after he had gotten his ass beat by Haitani Rindo for something he no longer remembers. Chifuyu feels sick. He's going to be sick. Without thinking he pulls away from her and sits up. Maya makes a soft struggled noise and groans as he moves away from her. The blanket falls from his shoulders to his lap. "Oh my..." Chifuyu is about to say something but he shakes his head and looks around the room for his clothes

Maya watches Chifuyu grab his pyjama pants off the floor and quickly put them on. Her heart drops at the realization of what was happening. She sits up slowly and holds the covers up to her chest. "Ch-Chifuyu" she choked out hoping this wasn't what she thought it was

No way. No way he regretted it. No no no no— "Maya..." Chifuyu says slowly once he has his clothes on

He's picked her clothes off the floor too and put them in front of her. He's looking at her the same way you'd look at a wounded animal or a crying child. She trembles and grabs her shirt, putting it on then lets the blanket fall to her lap. Chifuyu looks away as she puts her pyjamas back on. "Maya I'm sorry" He says gently and she tears up

"No" she whimpers with watery eyes

This couldn't be happening. She knew last night was too good to be true. "Maya I'm sorry" Chifuyu repeats "That was wrong. we were drunk and—"

She shakes her head. "No... That's not fair..."

She feels like a child. "It was a mistake" He murmurs reaching out for her hand

A single tear runs down her cheek. "it wasn't to me" she whispers and Chifuyu finally realizes why Maya looked so heartbroken

They're both silent for a moment. All it took was one tear for Chifuyu to realize Maya had been in love with him for years. "Maya" he couldn't get emotional and give her false hope

What happened last night was a mistake and something that shouldn't have happened. He should have been more in control of himself. "Maya what happened was wrong. I was drunk. You were drunk" He says sternly but as gently as he can "I took advantage of you—"

"No, you didn't. I wanted it. I let you" she argues and Chifuyu just feels even worse "I wanted it"

Maya on the other hand could feel her heart shatter with every word he says. It wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. She wished so desperately that last night hadn't ended and this was just a bad dream happening. She wished... She wished Chifuyu liked it as much as she did. Why didn't he? "Why can't you just love me back?" she whispers with tears now freely flowing down her cheeks

She felt pathetic begging for love. Pathetic. She's fucking pathetic. In love with a man that will never feel the same way. Letting that man take something from her and then hear him admit to her face that it was a mistake. "Maya listen to me" Chifuyu grabs her face and wipes her tears with his thumbs "I told you... I told you and I made it clear I don't like you. I made it clear. Maya I..."

He sighs and lets go of her face when she gives him an utterly heartbroken look. Chifuyu runs his fingers through his hair tiredly while Maya silently sobs. He doesn't know what to say to her and Maya doesn't know what to say to him. "It was a mistake and I'm sorry" He finally says

Maya thinks her heart just shattered. She doesn't know what to do or say— just that she needs to leave before she starts bawling her eyes out. "I... I have work" She quickly slides out of his bed, ignoring the dull ache in her hips and thighs

Chifuyu doesn't stop her. His head is lowered and he doesn't dare look at her as Maya grabs her bag off the floor. She aggressively wipes her tears off her cheeks and leaves his room. She turns the corner and sees Kazutora at the kitchen island holding a coffee cup in his hand. It seems like he knows. Of course, he does. He's looking at her with eyes full of pity. Of course, he knows. Kazutora puts his coffee cup in the sink and then walks over with a glass of water. "I'll drop you home" He shoves the glass into her hand

It wasn't an offer, he was telling her.

Kazutora and Maya sit in the car, the radio playing to fill the silence. Maya still has tears running down her cheeks and Kazutora has his eyes on the road, occasionally looking over at her. "H-Hey listen—"

"I don't wanna listen to anything" Maya mumbles, shutting him down

Kazutora sighs. "Maya... You knew he didn't like you back. You both were drunk and—"

"No... No, you don't understand"

She doesn't know where to start. She doesn't know how to tell Kazutora why this hurts so much. "A-Am I not pretty enough?" She whispers, hands clenching in her lap "Is that what it is? If I was prettier would he—"

"He knows you're pretty Maya... he just doesn't love you" Kazutora says

Oh. Maya stops crying after that. She stays silent and neither of them talk for the rest of the ride. Kazutora doesn't know what to say to her and Maya would rather he not say anything either. Kazutora drops her home and she just mumbles a thank you and leaves the car quickly and heads into her house. 

She felt like shit. Her thighs ache and so do her hips. She's pretty sure she's got a hickey somewhere on her neck and it feels like her heart bleeding inside her chest. Maybe she needs to get an ultrasound done to see if her broken heart can be put back together again.

Maya loved Chifuyu like a rotting dog.

She loved him like her canines were falling out of her gums.

Like the rotting corpse of a dog on the side of a highway that still loves its owner even if they left it to die.

Like something not worth loving back.

Back at Chifuyu's apartment, his heart drops at the sight of blood on his sheets.

(and at Sunshine Grove Psychiatric Hospital, Kakucho holds a gun to the hospital director's head)

notes: this was my first time ever writing smut plz forgive me 😭 also yes, Chifuyu was the one to take her virginity if you couldn't tell. Next chapter is going to go zero to a hundred real quick.

the rotting dog analogy is all thanks to this and you will be seeing it more in this fic because if I'm sad then the rest of you have to be sad too(especially my mc)

to see progress on the next chapter check my pinned post.

I hope you enjoyed reading so far :)

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[firstclassent]

[Interview] Tiffany Takeda opens up on High Low podcast

Fresh from her AVN performance, Tiffany Takeda broke her silence by sitting down for an exclusive interview with Emily Ratakowski's High Low podcast.

On her upbringing in France and becoming a K-pop idol:

"I grew up in Marseille and my mother would always put me in beauty pageants and dance competitions. She was really strict and wanted me to be perfect in every way. She was a singer when she was younger and dreamed of going to Eurovision but she fell pregnant with me right before signing a record deal. My dad is Christian and wouldn't let her get an abortion, so she lost the deal and then blamed me for it. She always resented my existence, but I think she also viewed me as a way to live out her dreams vicariously. My goal was to transfer to a performing arts school in New York and pursue professional ballet, but my dad is Korean and introduced my mom to K-pop and she thought I'd have more chance making it as an idol because I'm so pretty, so she sent me off to Seoul to train and then I got signed pretty quickly after that."

On being exploited in K-pop:

"The entire K-pop industry is built on exploitation and I think my group experienced the worst of it. Our agency was small so we had to do crazy things to stand out. One of the first ad campaigns I got was for Marc Jacobs footwear and I had to pose naked in nothing but the brand's shoes. My bandmate, who was raised in America, did a nude PETA endorsement. It was crazy. We were looked at more as foreign artists rather than Korean, so we got marketed like Britney and Christina did. They wanted us to be really sexy and provocative all the time. You couldn't get away with it now because the industry has changed so much and artists have more rights. Even though we hated it, it helped us become really successful, but also caused a lot of backlash that still exists to this day. No matter how much we achieve we still get hate comments for everything we do in Korea. At one point we even started working in Japan and China just to get away from it all."

On her horrifying experience with Playboy:

"My bandmate Suzy posed for Playboy first and it was a huge hit, so they wanted me to do it next. Because I had a retro image at the time they came up with a plan for me to crossover into the US market by recreating a classic Marilyn Monroe pictorial. I agreed, but I was adamant that I'd be fully clothed and we'd keep it tasteful and classy. I went to Hugh Hefner's mansion to shoot it with my old manager, Trina and as soon as I got there Hef and Trina were trying to convince me to show more skin but I refused. We had a huge fight about it and I threatened to pull the plug on the entire shoot. They told me to go wait in one of the bedrooms to cool off, and said that once I calmed down we could do the shoot how I wanted. They gave me some green tea to relax me, and after that everything is a blur. I can barely remember the shoot, but I know some bad things happened. Anyway, when the photos came out I was completely topless - I was so embarrassed. To make it even worse, I had to promote the issue in Las Vegas and on the Howard Stern show. I smiled through the pain and pretended that I was proud of it, but I wasn't."

Why she returned to Playboy as a creator and director:

"For me, the decision to partner with Playboy was about taking my power back. Hef is dead now, god rest his soul, and they have new owners now. Once they approached me to replace Cardi B and explained how empowering their new creator platform is, I was sold. For the first time in my career I was able to monetize myself on my own terms with full control. There's nobody to direct me or pressure me or exploit me. I've even put out music through my Playboy page and I was able to experiment with new sounds and lyrics that I can't do in Asia. As far as my career goes this has opened up so many new doors, but on an emotional level I've been able to heal past traumas."

On finding financial freedom:

"I can't say how much I've made on Playboy but I will say it's the most lucrative thing that I've ever done. Me and my group were taken advantage of financially throughout our entire careers, you wouldn't believe how bad it's been. Almost every label we've been a part of has ripped us off, including the last label we were with, P Nation. We ran our own independent agency for a while but the overhead was so expensive that we barely broke even. Even before we debuted we had to do crazy things for money as trainees. I also lost millions on a lingerie line I had after my business partner scammed me. This is all very common for the idol industry, but we had it worse because of our old managers. There was actually an Italian girl that used to be in our group, but after she was fired she ended up on Skid Row. Jessica recently saw her back in Seoul and said she was begging for money and wanted to do a comeback tour, it was really sad. We wanted to help her out but we've had to enforce boundaries because she was kicked out for bullying... Anyway, thanks to Playboy I've paid off all my debts and started to invest in property, and Jessica has a big partnership with Amazon. We also sold the rights to our entire catalogue to Hybe, so financially we've all never been better."

Her next career move:

"Right now I'm just settling into my new life in Hollywood. I'm putting myself first which I've never done before. I have a lot of offers on the table but I have no idea what I want to do. Maybe I'll launch a Vegas show, write a book, I don't know. I have a lot of stories to share..."

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[makatoahane]

A Bloody Kitsune

Claude was sitting at a table in the Golden Dragon Inn, he hadn’t wanted to wake Karna as he wrote his final goodbye. He could hear her light breathing, Adonis’s heavy snoring, Madeline ever tense even in sleep, and of course the new guy the one that had no problem giving Claude and Adonis over to the old clown. He didn’t even care to learn his name. Claude signed the letter he had written and went back upstairs to where Karna was sleeping. He gently placed the letter on the table in the center of the room with candles around it, so she’d see it in the morning hours and kissed her head gently to not wake her. Claude slowly removed his weapons and his backpack, placing all gently on the nearby dresser. He quietly apologized to both the Grimoire and the elven man stuck as a stick as he told them both he could no longer be their master. He left his wedding ring on top of the letter as he left the room in nothing but a t-shirt and pants.

Claude walked further into town, taking one look at the catastrophic damage that had been done, bodies floating in the remaining water, buildings burned from the lightning, and others destroyed from the water itself. He couldn’t help but feel remorse as all of this was done seemingly because he betrayed the carnival, he dragged Adonis with him, he never should’ve done any of that. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be a blood-sucking monster and Adonis wouldn’t hate his every being, if he was meant to die at that carnival then maybe he should’ve because none of this would’ve happened had he just accepted his fate. Claude dug his sharpened claws into his own leg as he closed his eyes to prevent tears, blood soaking into his pants. He took a breath his lungs no longer needed and opened his eyes. He looked towards the tavern whose owner had always been kind to him and welcomed the party no matter the chaos that they brought. He hoped that one day he would recover, and that tavern be bustling just as it was the day they arrived.

Claude looked at the paper that the clown had given everyone days

’ earlier. He knew exactly where the clown was as he started walking in the direction where he was. Claude’s heart would be pounding should it even beat, but those days were long gone. After an hour of walking, Claude entered the building that the clown was staying in and silently approached the room the paper told of.

“I’m here, I’m turning myself in, but I have two conditions,” Claude said out into the darkness.

It wasn’t long until he felt the cool metal of a blade pressed against his throat and the coldness of the warforge’s body against his. She was giggling in his ear as the clown approached him from the darkness.

“Oh? You think you can ask conditions?” He asked giggling too.

“I can kill myself right now with this blade against my throat or you can take me back with my conditions, it is your decision,” Claude said as he looks at the clown unfazed by the blade in his throat.

The clown frowned, “oh my, death wouldn’t do you still owe me your time, what are your conditions?” He asked weary of the fox. Claude having changed since he last saw him.

“I’m worth twice as much now. I am still as I was before, a kitsune, but I was also changed into a vampire as I’m sure you’ve heard. My first condition is that Adonis must be freed, I will buy out his contract with my earnings, you will not have to pay me until his debt is paid times two to show my loyalty. With my vampire strength I can take over his act, so you won’t lose anything in terms of acts. My second condition, the reward money, what you offered for my capture I want it sent to the town tavern. The Duke’s Dead Dame whose owner is Lumas Nepal. He deserves the money to clean up the mess I caused,” Claude said as he looks at the clown who was pondering his words.

The clown grinned widely, “you know, when you sent me a letter last week saying you were giving up and coming home. I thought it was a trick since you fought so hard to be free, but I see the truth now. You were always too pure for the carnival, always thinking about others, taking punishments for your friend when he did wrong without him ever knowing. All the blood you’ve shed to keep other’s safe and look at you now, back to square one,” he said giggling before full on laughing.

Once the laughter stopped, the clown looks down at the pitiful kitsune, “fine, I agree to your conditions, but I add one of my own. You disobey me for any reason and the warforge will kill your wife,” he said grinning.

Claude struggles a bit at the mention of Karna, but he stopped and nods quietly, “I will agree. I want a contract before we leave,” he said looking at the clown knowing he always stuck with contracts.

The clown disappeared for several minutes before coming back with neatly written contract. The warforge let Claude go to read the contract and read he did, he skimmed every word and every fine print to make sure that the crooked clown didn’t change anything. When satisfied, Claude cut his hand and signed his name in blood. The deepest binding contract he could ever give. Once the clown’s name was signed the same way, Claude felt a blunt force on the back of his neck and head before the world immediately went black.

The clown grinned down at the unconscious man, “he will be good bait for the others, make sure that if any of them appear, you put his cage where they can see it. Use him to make them fall,” he said although knowing that the warforge was not under him, but above him in terms of rank. The only time the warforged listened was regarding his contracts otherwise she did as she pleased but he didn’t care. He just wanted what was his.

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